Post by Simile on Oct 14, 2012 21:59:51 GMT -8
Heard this once before, one who shined
against the cold embrace.
Peel away the lies, the great facade
Left with nothing more...than you.
...I know your eyes...
..::Bellatora Nocte::...
PB: Anna Lutoskin
Name Bellatora Nocte
Pronunciation bella-tore-uh knock-tay
Age 21 Turns (3053.01.02)
Season Born in Truth unknown - assumed summer
Gender Female
Sexuality Heterosexual
Appearance
Bella is a tall, slender woman of nearly six feet with fiery red hair, which falls down in just the slighest curl. She usually wears it up as it gets in the way... but when she wants to look sultry, alluring, or just plain... attractive or beautiful, she'll wear it down in a fiery mane that is rather eye catching. And speaking of eye catching... her eyes are a bright green, large, but decidedly not innocent. There is an age about them and a hardness not normally seen in other Pernese women who seem to be her age. her skin is a lightly tanned color with a sprinkling of freckles.
Her arched eyebrows are also red and sit above her large eyes, between which sits a somewhat- large-ish nose that is long and perhaps just a little bit flat across the bridge. Her lips are full, red, and severe and almost seem to be just a bit too big for her face. Speaking of her face, it is a lovely oval with high cheekbones.
Her neck is long, tapered, and beautiful, set on slender shoulders that lead down to a rather... thin body over all, though not lacking in muscle, though it is far more wiry than it is bulk, built for speed and fast action rather than strength. She usually carries herself with dignity and the air of someone of importance -as she was for some time. her chin is often tilted just so and her hands resting as though to seem perfectly relaxed, though there is a perpetual sort of energy and motion in her limbs -as if she is ready for anything and everything and nothing all at the same time. She most commonly keeps at least two or more daggers hidden on her person at any one time. The more she has just in case.... the better in her opinion. Especially if she should need to throw one for whatever reason.
Personality
Bellatora Nocte is a very... dangerous woman. She has long made her living in ruling the more dangerous sorts. Or... at least the last seven turns. And those seven turns on top of the fact that she had no memory to speak of before she was found has taken her toll on her and left her with something of a very... different sort of personality.
She could be an angel. And to some she very well may be. But if that is so, she is a very broken angel. She is beautiful and is very aware of the fact - but marring her beauty is of little concern to her. Scars are more beautiful than flawless skin in her eyes. She is more likely to prefer a man who has suffered in battle and overcome. Perhaps that is why she finds certain riders attractive.
She has a kindness and gentleness about her most of the time... But it may change at a moment's notice without any warning. She can and has, in fact, learned to be very emotionless. She can be completely cold, calculating, and in control. She is levelheaded as a leader... But she has a fiery temper which can get he better of her at times. But this temper is normally carefully controlled and channeled into things of actual worth. This is one of her greatest prides. In fact... it is something of utmost importance to her. If she ever fails in this, she will punish herself quite mercilessly.
Death does not bother her. In fact... she feels a near nothingness about it - even when she is the killer, the assassin, or even, at times, the would be target. It is something that she has learned over the turns with the clan to be alright with. Death is a fact of life. People kill each other for what is needed. It happens. It is not the end of her life or the end of the world. She will be okay. And her victims, well, some she respects, some she does not.
She is highly intelligent and uses this as both a leader and in her daily life. She is a watcher and an observer of all things. Especially of escape routes and the patterns of lives around her. Very little escapes her notice. She can read people's expressions and traits quite easily most of the time and make logical inferences.
She has a great sense of duty as well as responsibility and self-worth. She will do what is necessary despite the consequences or what might befall her. She is rather protective of others. This simply comes from necessity in her eyes. she cares about people as it has been her job to protect, lead and look after others for as long as she can remember - which is not that far back, really. She is stubborn and, even when discouraged, will not give in... no matter what may come her way.
She always notices the dangers and the bad things in any situation first... then the positives or strengths. This includes in people... which may be why she find it doubtful she will ever enter any kind of real relationship.
Family (if any)
Living, but unknown (Landernon and Amali)
Baelan Nocte - adoptive father, clansman
Location Rainbow Mists Weyr, previously the shores to the far East of RMW.
Rank Wher CandidateWhere, where do you hide your wings?
Tell me...
Where, where do you hide your wings?
History
It is nearly 22 Turns ago now that a young girl was born, a shock of red hair on her head. Her parents named her Lalia. She was a normal little girl as she grew, if a little adventurous and ambitious... not to mention stubborn. Her family were traders. She grew up used to moving from place to place. However, when she was about five turns of age, Lalia would be lost from her family in a storm... a storm on the seas which sent her adrift with a barrel of fabrics to hold onto. It was a good thing it was water tight or she would have drowned. The young girl never could have made it to shore. And it was even better that, nearby and trying to get to shore, was a small boat, captained by none other than Baelan Nocte. He was a kind man and he took the girl in... She was in bad shape and dreadfully sick at that time. She had no where to go, but this group of clansman - the Nocte clan, so young and newly formed and barely getting into working order - would become her home and her only memories, her birth parents, Landeron and Amali forgotten in her haze.
Baelan raised her then even as the clan began to travel. They had originated around the Stormy Plains Beast Hold. They were made up of crafters and traders alike to sell the wares. A good, honest people... but also a people who knew how to hunt and defend themselves some, including Hickoran, the old guard her trained her, were downright deadly with a blade. Bellatora learned quickly, following her "father" around everywhere he went - seeing even the more gruesome things the life called for, from hunting and fishing... to killing in defense of the clan.
Baelan did not have any biological children. But as Bellatora grew, he watched her and, when she was just fifteen, named her as his successor to the leadership of the clan. However, the idea of a female one day leading was strongly protested by the traditionalists, but he was determined to keep this idea. And, as it would turn out, when Bellatora was twenty, the need of her leadership would become apparent.
Baelan was blamed for a crime he did not commit. And in response, he was murdered. Bellatora rallied her clan, but... most would end up dying as they attempted to avenge him rather than to listen to their new leader - instead following the most charismatic man of their clan. Bellatora blamed the "Seraph" or Haldernon clan for the death of her father. And she would be very right. He had been a scape goat for them in crimes they had committed.
Those who did follow Baelan Nocte's wishes were primarily women and children, most of whom knew how to fight and protect and some who were craft trained... and so Bellatora took on a task of rebuilding her clan. One step at a time.
But Bellatora also had a secret goal - to track down the man that she held responsible for Baelan's murder and bring him to justice by what ever means that was. She was a clan leader - though in her heart she did not want it. But perhaps that was what had made her father believe she deserved it.
The clan was moving now. They needed to. It was too hard to support themselves here... And so they headed further and further towards Rainbow Mists Weyr, attempting to settle near Golden Flight Hold, which meant... befriending the Vrishna clan. Which Bellatora feared may not be the simplest task. Nor would it be entirely simple to befriend Rainbow Mists Weyr - not when someone you associated with as your leader was blamed for a crime they did not commit - a murder they did not commit. When Bellatora was 21, the clan settled into a camp not far outside of Rainbow Mists Weyr. Bellatora became very used to the danger and the bad things in the world from the crime syndicates to the wild animals.
Bellatora went to the Weyr as a diplomat, but an idea had struck her that could be beneficial to the clan. To bond a Wher... and that... was how she ended up choosing to stand for a Wher hatching and to try to be the representative her clan needed.
Midnight Hrrrrm Wher – 000052
Adult Size: 3’10”
Impresses: Bellatora
Name: Bellask
Despite his dark coloring—perfect for blending into the shifting shadows of the night—it is still a wonder how something so ungainly can be so very stealthy. Bellask is a bit aloof and isn’t nearly as dependant on his handler as some whers though that by no means translates to a lesser bond between the two. In fact, if anything he is more attentive than some whers and certainly far more protective. Despite his seeming lack of personality, there are times when his slightly twisted sense of humor shines through; it generally involves scaring the hide off of his handler and whoever else may be around by popping up seemingly out of nowhere. He is surprisingly tolerant of firelizards so long as they don’t draw too much attention to him.
Lost inside this noise, so cold.
Every light is listening.
Open up your mouth, speak in truth.
Don't let it all, slip away...
The mirror it never lies, so know.
Blinded...we all become dead...
