Post by Tiffany on Jun 3, 2007 16:58:24 GMT -5
Name: Belle
Nicknames:
Aliases:
Age: 18
Marital Status: single
Sexual Orientation: straight
Weight: 125
Height: 5'6"
Eyes: Dark blue
Hair: dark blue
Clothing: wears a kimono most of the time, or a flowery dress..
Powers: She controls dreams and can put people to sleep by singing.
Weakness: She sometimes puts herself to sleep..
Power related issues: when she sings to put people to sleep, she cannot help to mess with their dreams, but whatever dreams that she sends them, she has the same dreams..or nightmares, herself, so she has to be careful what she does..even in fun.
Personality: She is a very nice person, and she loves to make new friends. She has a tendency to trust people too much and gets hurt quite often. She loves to joke around and play, and sometimes get herself into trouble. Most people dont like her messing with their dreams.
History: Belle woke up as she heard a scream from the other room. She lived at home alone with her mother, so she was curious as to what had made her scream. She was nervous as well. She threw the covers off of her and tiptoed to her door, she peeked out and looked at the door across the hall...her mothers room. She ran swiftly across the hall and knocked lightly on the door. "Mom?" She whispered as she pushed the door open. Her mom was sitting straight up in the bed. The dim light from the door shone on her mothers face. She had broke out in a cold sweat from horror. She gasped and jumped slightly when she saw her daughters face. She smiled weakly at the scared look on Belles face. "Dont worry dear.." She tried to soothe her. "It was just a bad dream." Belle walked slowly to the bed. "Tell me about it?" She asked wondering if maybe her mom talked about it, it would calm her.
"It was about your father dear.. I was remembering how he died..It is a horrible memory.." She trailed off as she wiped her face with her hand. "Go back to bed, my dear Belle.." She kissed Belles forehead lovingly and shooed her away.
Belle went back to bed, more assured that her mother was okay. She fell into a deep sleep quickly.
It was a dark night. The street was empty but for a few scraps of trash that walked by the strength of the wind. They bounced and danced and swirled. Belles eyes followed them, fanscinated by the seeming liveliness of the inanimate objects. Something tugged on her hand..She looked up and smiled at her father. "Coming daddy.." She said as she took one last look behind her. She felt a sense of urgency from him and frowned slightly. It was not like him.. She saw her mother behind them, looking devastated and reaching out to the two. There were tears in her eyes. "Its okay mommy...were coming home." She said in a voice that she had not heard since she was seven. She tried to walk to her mom, but found her dads hand was keeping her with him. She frowned even harder, creating a furrow across her brow. "Wha-" She started when she realized that he was no longer paying attention to her. There was a dark figure standing in front of him, and he was gripping her hand, not to keep her from her mom, but in sheer terror he had taken on a death grip on her hand. She tugged and pulled but he would not..could not..let go. She yelled and reached out for her mother when a gun shot rung through the air. She gasped and stood still, shocked beyond movement or thought. She turned and watched as her father fell, his grip slackened and his hand let go of her, and the smoking gun turned in her direction.... Belle screamed loudly and sat up straight in her bed just like her mother had done, just a few hours before. She was aware of the fact that her dream was just like her mother described.
Belle had similar experiences throughout the next few years, having dreams and nightmares exactly as family and friends described having only the night before. She was confused and worried. She left home only a few days after she turned eighteen, much to the dismay of her mother. She went to Cassis after she was caught singing, and while she sung the person that was listening fell into a blissful and deep sleep, falling out of the bushes they had been hiding in to listen to her without her knowledge. After that she had the most intense want to mess with his head and change what he was dreaming of. She thought about a proper punishment for him and incorporated it in his dreams. She watched in satisfaction as his content smile disappeared and was replaced with a scowl that changed yet again to a look of pure horror and shock. She walked away with a smile that faltered when she realized what she had done. It had happened instinctually and without thought. She decided then to find a place where someone could hopefully help her control the urge to control peoples thoughts..no...dreams..
Nicknames:
Aliases:
Age: 18
Marital Status: single
Sexual Orientation: straight
Weight: 125
Height: 5'6"
Eyes: Dark blue
Hair: dark blue
Clothing: wears a kimono most of the time, or a flowery dress..
Powers: She controls dreams and can put people to sleep by singing.
Weakness: She sometimes puts herself to sleep..
Power related issues: when she sings to put people to sleep, she cannot help to mess with their dreams, but whatever dreams that she sends them, she has the same dreams..or nightmares, herself, so she has to be careful what she does..even in fun.
Personality: She is a very nice person, and she loves to make new friends. She has a tendency to trust people too much and gets hurt quite often. She loves to joke around and play, and sometimes get herself into trouble. Most people dont like her messing with their dreams.
History: Belle woke up as she heard a scream from the other room. She lived at home alone with her mother, so she was curious as to what had made her scream. She was nervous as well. She threw the covers off of her and tiptoed to her door, she peeked out and looked at the door across the hall...her mothers room. She ran swiftly across the hall and knocked lightly on the door. "Mom?" She whispered as she pushed the door open. Her mom was sitting straight up in the bed. The dim light from the door shone on her mothers face. She had broke out in a cold sweat from horror. She gasped and jumped slightly when she saw her daughters face. She smiled weakly at the scared look on Belles face. "Dont worry dear.." She tried to soothe her. "It was just a bad dream." Belle walked slowly to the bed. "Tell me about it?" She asked wondering if maybe her mom talked about it, it would calm her.
"It was about your father dear.. I was remembering how he died..It is a horrible memory.." She trailed off as she wiped her face with her hand. "Go back to bed, my dear Belle.." She kissed Belles forehead lovingly and shooed her away.
Belle went back to bed, more assured that her mother was okay. She fell into a deep sleep quickly.
It was a dark night. The street was empty but for a few scraps of trash that walked by the strength of the wind. They bounced and danced and swirled. Belles eyes followed them, fanscinated by the seeming liveliness of the inanimate objects. Something tugged on her hand..She looked up and smiled at her father. "Coming daddy.." She said as she took one last look behind her. She felt a sense of urgency from him and frowned slightly. It was not like him.. She saw her mother behind them, looking devastated and reaching out to the two. There were tears in her eyes. "Its okay mommy...were coming home." She said in a voice that she had not heard since she was seven. She tried to walk to her mom, but found her dads hand was keeping her with him. She frowned even harder, creating a furrow across her brow. "Wha-" She started when she realized that he was no longer paying attention to her. There was a dark figure standing in front of him, and he was gripping her hand, not to keep her from her mom, but in sheer terror he had taken on a death grip on her hand. She tugged and pulled but he would not..could not..let go. She yelled and reached out for her mother when a gun shot rung through the air. She gasped and stood still, shocked beyond movement or thought. She turned and watched as her father fell, his grip slackened and his hand let go of her, and the smoking gun turned in her direction.... Belle screamed loudly and sat up straight in her bed just like her mother had done, just a few hours before. She was aware of the fact that her dream was just like her mother described.
Belle had similar experiences throughout the next few years, having dreams and nightmares exactly as family and friends described having only the night before. She was confused and worried. She left home only a few days after she turned eighteen, much to the dismay of her mother. She went to Cassis after she was caught singing, and while she sung the person that was listening fell into a blissful and deep sleep, falling out of the bushes they had been hiding in to listen to her without her knowledge. After that she had the most intense want to mess with his head and change what he was dreaming of. She thought about a proper punishment for him and incorporated it in his dreams. She watched in satisfaction as his content smile disappeared and was replaced with a scowl that changed yet again to a look of pure horror and shock. She walked away with a smile that faltered when she realized what she had done. It had happened instinctually and without thought. She decided then to find a place where someone could hopefully help her control the urge to control peoples thoughts..no...dreams..