Normal is an illusion. What is chaos to the fly is normal to the spider.
Name: Belladonna Elizaveta Crypt
Aliases: I need one not. Let them remember my name.
Age: I am timeless my dear.
Birthday: Why October 31st, did you expect anything different?
Ethnicity: I am a Crypt, we are everywhere
Birth Place: I am not sure, my mother spoke of darkness and dank. How the wolves howled and bayed at the moon. So, Jersey?
Place of Residency: Number 1 Sealth Road
Hometown: Walla Walla Washington
Gender: Exceptionally Feminine
Highest Level of Education: Private Tutors - Major Spells and Hexes
Occupation: Witch
Languages: English, Latin
Height: 5'9'
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Willowy
Eye Color: Black as Midnight
Hair Color and Style: Shimmering Onyx, long single layer that is straight as a ridged corpse.
Skin Tone: Pale as the moon
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One does not blemish perfection my child
Personal Style: Black is a happy color, bodices let you cherish those shallow breaths, hobble skirts make you walk with purpose, and heels allow you to look down on mere mortals. The only color permissible other than black is red and it may only be in two places. Your nails and your lips; remind those dealing with you that blood is the tinge of life.
Devoted * Ambivalent * Refined * Morbid
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: How can one describe Belladonna? Refined, for she is. She always carries herself with the utmost respect and purpose. A glance, a step, a breath is never wasted. She will observe those around them and while it may look like she is passing judgement, well she is. Can't lie there. She is quiet, never one to raise her voice or be thrown for a loop, she just presses on as a lady should in her mind. She will smirk from time to time but rarely ever laugh or chortle. It is just not in her nature.
She can be rather ambivalent about situations, as if to look at people and say "What is all the fuss about?" She just does not understand people's propensity to be dramatic. She can be very morbid but looking at her would one really expect much less. A devoted woman, one does not mess with her family in any manner. She is passionate about them and while only visually and vocally loving towards her husband, she holds her children and extended family close to her breast.
Habits: - Standing perfectly still
- Dramatic eye movement
- Weaving fingers together
Hobbies: - Pruning roses
- Fencing
- Whips and Chain activities
- Dancing
Fears: - Loosing her husband
- Loosing her children
- Debbie
Likes: - Black
- Spiders
- Dust
- Webs
- Dancing
- Knitting
- Wake The Dead
- Cemeteries
- Ravens
- Lightning
Dislikes: - Pastels
- Frilly things
- Rose buds
- Sunny Days
- Birds singing
- Dr. Seuss Children's Books
General Skills:- Driving
- Cooking
- Knitting
- Research
- Improvisation
- Herbology
Combat Skills: - Spells And Hexes
- Swords
- Divination
- Whips
Day to Day Belongings:- Lipstick
- Pouch (Contains herbs, vial of blood, vial of cyanide)
- Cloak
- Keys
- ID
- Ankh Ring
- Pentagram Necklace
- Personal Spell Book
- Small Crystal Ball
- Whip
Possessions Kept at Home:- Collection of Swords
- Cauldron
- Spell Books
- Herbology Books
- Hex Books
- Bones, lots of bones
- China Cabinet of Spell ingredients (Eye of Newt, Dragon's Tongue, you get the idea)
- Alter
- Lots of Black clothing
- Crystal Ball
- A Mummy (why? I have no clue, it looks awesome in the corner though, like a year long Christmas Tree)
Life Before The Apocalypse: Life was wonderful. How could it not be for a wife and mother? She did what most women do. She loved her husband and raised her children. Okay, sure instead of packing banana's and apples in their lunches she gave them tongue sandwiches and prunes. She did give them cookies however; girl scout cookies made from real girl scouts. She loved her husband, sure a good sound thrashing with a whip was needed now and again but he did ask for it. (No seriously, he begged.) When she was younger she did what all little girls did; conjured spirits, went trick or treating (usually on Christmas), and so forth. Sure she sold her soul to Satan but hey she wasn't using it and he was a dear friend of the family. (At least that is what her mother told her). So why not?
She did not attend school like most, she had private tutors. There really wasn't a Spells and Hexes program at Big Bend Community College in Moses Lake. Though she did spend a summer there, wonder old run down Lawson Air Force Base. Granted it is more of house for thugs now but hey, those little darlings do know how to have a good time. She traveled a lot, seeking out the dark forces to join their hellish crusades but that had to go on the back burner after marriage and children. They need a mothers touch and one that isn't from beyond the grave.
Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba: She has lived here for sometime, sure it isn't Jersey or Walla Walla Washington but the place does have some wonderful pull. Or was that last nights dinner? Either way, she moved here about five years ago. Something just drew her here. Seriously, on the wall with a fire poker, that floated. Being the woman she is, she packed up her family and bought a wonderful little abode. The place was by the cemetery and for some reason so much cheaper than the rest of the houses in town. Do these people not know value when they see it? Oh well, their loss was her gain.
Theme Song:Deviances: She's a witch, with style. >.>
Extra Information: Turtles, make such excellent stew. >.>
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