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Full Name: Bellona Mariana Iverson
Nickname/Alias: Belle
Age/Date Of Birth: 25 forever (26 now), born December 7th 1989
Race: Vampire
Occupation: Currently unemployed
Species Group: Creature
Play-By: Amber Heard
Abilities
- Super Strength
- Ability to turn others into vampires through infectious fangs
- Enhanced Speed
- Enhanced Agility
- Enhanced Senses
- Immortality
- Invulnerability
- Increased Stamina
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Horses
❤ Swimming
❤ Warm weather
❤ Scented candles
❤ Old classic books
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ The supernatural
✗ Horse racing
✗ Pain
✗ Her need to feed
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Decapitation
☬ Getting exposed as being a vampire
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To gain control of her desires for blood
Personality: Even after her "accident" and sudden vampirism, Belle tries to be kind. She absolutely hates her need to feed, and would kill herself it she wasn't such a sissy. She holds onto the faintest glimmer of hope that she will be able to some day control her blood lust and turn her life around, and until then she'll keep living, suffering through life. The most important thing her family ever taught her was compassion, though they lacked it when she needed it the most. Things like that stick with you. Belle is trusting, gentle, the good girl.
Being the baby of her family, she's always been pretty well sheltered and loved, and in a way you could say she's quite naive since she really hasn't had any reason to distrust people. Sentiment and trust are important things to her, as is loyalty. Do her a favor, and she'll repay you. Her father used to tell her, "A good man always repays his debts", and though she's not a man she always took his words too heart. She doesn't like hurting people, and has a guilty conscious a mile wide. Raised among kindness and wealth, she's totally unprepared when it comes to actual pain and struggling. If interrogated or tortured, she'd give in easily. Unaccustomed to her new powers as a vampire, Belle has turned quite paranoid. She knows the abilities of hunters and monsters alike and tries to keep a really low profile nowadays. To sum it all up, Belle is a kind, unfortunate soul.
Traits
✧ Adventurous
✧Adaptable
✧Supportive
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦Aloof
✦Cunning
✦Changeable
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Parents: Jessica Iverson and Joseph Iverson
Siblings: Ricky Iverson and Aires Iverson
Other Family:
Important Others:
History: Born to Jessica and Joseph Iverson, Bellona Mariana Iverson was the youngest of three children, and the only daughter. She was named Bellona, after the Roman Goddess of War, because her parents wanted her to be a fighter. They wanted her to be strong. After all, they were a hunting family. From the very beginning of her existence, her father had a soft spot for her. She was his angel, his wild child, and no matter how infuriated she made him, he could never stay upset with her. Though, it wasn’t like Belle ever purposely tried to upset anyone. She was kind and gentle, and compassionate with animals and people alike. But she was a warrior, a hunter, and she did the job well. Being trained from a very young age that this was just something her family did, and was not to be told to other people, she learned the true meaning of the word monster.
Aside from hunting, she had a regular family life. Two older brothers to tease and poke at her, a loving, devoted mother, and a gruff, but kind father. She grew up in the outskirts of a little town on her family’s farm, surrounded by animals small and large, used to manual labor and getting a little dirty. Her childhood flew by without a problem. Going to school was easy, since she was a likeable person. Belle lived the typical American dream, plus a little more if you added the hunting. She had sleep overs and crushes and moved on to shoes and make up and wanting a car, and she grew up, happily. She graduated high school at the top of her class, and easily transitioned into college a few towns away. There she studied Animal Psychology and continued helping her father and brothers hunt. It was never something that bothered her; exorcising demons, beheading vampires, getting rid of ghosts. She knew that there was bad in the world, but she was surrounded by so much good that little phased her.
Belle was happy. After finishing up school she had plans of moving to a larger city and getting a job there, not quite sure what she was going to do yet. She was a bubbly young college graduate, a world full of opportunities on her doorstep, there was nothing that could bring her down. Except, she never planned on becoming a vampire. One bite, one slip up on one hunt out of the thousands she’d gone on, and that was it. Somehow, during the darkness of the night, she and her brothers became separated. Their father trusted the three adults enough to go on hunts on their own, and as he was growing older, it was becoming a more frequent thing. Belle ran to the left when they ran to the right, after stirring up a nest of vampires, and she was caught off guard. Suddenly a man was behind her, grabbing her before she even had a chance to whirl around and swing her axe at his head, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh of her neck.
And that was it. Her life was over.
The vampire that bit her smacked her head into a wall, knocking her out. When she awoke, alone, terrified, her family was the only thing on her mind. But she was alone, and hungry, and terrified. Her brothers were nowhere to be found, and so she started walking home. Though it was a 3 hour walk from where she was, it was the only place Belle knew to go. Her thirst was insatiable, though she tried to ignore it, the first head lights she saw in the distance she waved down. She didn’t want to do it, and in her mind she was screaming, objecting, trying to fight off the primal urge to kill, but it was no use. He smelled too good, his heart beating so juicily, there was no stopping her. And then she proceeded to drink the trucker dry, and she sealed her fate forever. By the time she made it home, Belle was exhausted and angry and scared because everything was different. She was a monster now. And as she entered her house, her family greeted her with a bag of clothes and a few hundred bucks, explaining to her that they were only sparing her life because she was their daughter and if she ever showed up around her again, they would happily hunt her down and cut her head off.
So she left, she ran away, out of control, unable to control her thirst but unwilling to destroy the lives of innocent people, she suffered. Belle bounced from city to city, ending up in Kansas, then Minnesota. She tried not eating for a while, but that only made things worse. If she let herself get too hungry, she lost control and would devour whatever man/woman/child she saw. So a dilemma arose. She had to feed, as much as it disgusted her, but she could choose who she ate. Right now she’s still trying to get a reign on the whole being a vampire thing, unsteady on her feet like a newborn calf, lurching one way, and then the other. She shifts from being a ruthless killer, to a collected predator, trying to only eat homeless people. Bad people. The type of people to grab young women at night while they’re walking down dark streets. As of now, she’s wandering, surviving off of what little money she has, taking cash from the pockets of her victims if they have any. She’s trying not to be the monster that she truly is inside.
Alias: Rabbit's Foot
How did you find us?: Old site
Experience: xxxxxxx
Other Characters: Hadley Klassen, Solveigh Prevedello, Elena Haverland, Charles Lindley, and Amon.
RP Sample:
Some nights were impossible, and this was one of them. Remy was tired, and annoyed at nearly everyone that entered the club. It seemed like every little girl was up here trying to get the boys at the bar to give her a free drink and the men were no better. They swaggered up to the bar like they were the toughest boys on the block and started calling her ‘baby’ and ‘honey’, like they had a chance at getting it in with her. Not all of them were ugly, or entirely unattractive, but she preferred her men to be a little more composed. Remy was working a double shift because some asshole couldn’t be bothered to show up to his shift, and that just added to her anger. Who did that? A person that ditched work deserved to be fired, and Remy seriously hoped he did. She hated wishing bad things on other people, but wouldn’t be terribly upset if the guy got fired. This wasn’t some child’s play job, and despite the looks she received when she told people that she was a bartender, you had to know your shit. There were hundreds of varieties of drinks to have to memorize, and the more drinks you made the better you became at it. The more you knew the drink, the faster you could mix it up, and that led to a larger tip. No one wants to wait for their drinks.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
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