Amy

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

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“Man's goodness is a flame that can be hidden, but never extinguished”

– NELSON MANDELA

_{Neither tall nor sturdy, cutting the exact opposite of an imposing figure, no one in their right mind would bet on Ryker in a fight. He's more like a marshmallow or a flower—soft and cuddly, pretty to look at, not at all very threatening. Ryker has gentle eyes that are forever affixed with worry and caution, and a shy, shaky smile that says much about his general discomposure. There's a certain reassuring charm to his awkwardness: the elderly love him to bits and they just want to pinch his cheeks, while children tend to flock to him. He wishes it worked on girls his age, but he'll take what he can get.}

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Basic Information

N A M E

Richard Kennedy, Jr.

N I C K N A M E

His cousin likes to teasingly call him Dick, but please, for the love of the stars, don't be a dick and call him that. Ryker is what he usually goes by. Even Kennedy or Junior is preferable.

B I R T H D A T E

June 25

G E N D E R

Male

A G E

17

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

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Imprisonment

C R I M E

Treason

Y E A R S S P E N T

One day

P R I S O N E L E C T I V E

None yet, but that one guard really wants to assign him sanitation duties.

C E L L M A T E

tbd

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Education & Skills

O C C U P A T I O N

Ryker's parents are both teachers. His father teaches History, which explains why he is just so full of fun facts. His mother teaches Earth Skills.

C L A S S E S

• Earth Skills
• History
• Calculus
• Criminal Justice
• Sociology
• English

S K I L L S

• Problem solving
• Perception
• Logistics
• Diplomacy
• Luck. Ryker has a funny relationship with luck: he's either at one end of the spectrum or the other.

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Mannerisms

L I K E S

• Reading
• Helping people
• Writing
• The way his mom adds cinnamon to his hot chocolate
• Peaceful silence
• Learning about humanity's history
• People who are kind

D I S L I K E S

• Confrontation
• Bullies
• Injustice
• Violence
• His anxiety getting the better of him
• Making his parents disappointed
• Seeing any member of his family upset

H A B I T S

• Biting on his lower lip before he smiles
• Tugging on his hair when thinking deeply
• Sucking in a deep, steadying breath right before speaking to someone he isn't comfortable with

H O B B I E S

• Reading ancient texts about life on Earth
• Writing introspective pieces about Port Hope's current state
• Playing Chess

F E A R S

• His family getting hurt
• Seeing bloodshed
• A painful death

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Delving Deeper

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Ryker fancies himself a fixer; sensitive to the plights of his peers and ever eager to lend a helping hand. His moral compass points due north, and although he can be slightly sanctimonious, he is never anything but sincere and well-meaning. He gives people the benefit of the doubt and second and third and fifth chances even when they don't deserve it. But there is a limit to his magnanimous nature and a big ol' berserk button that can be easily triggered.

Namely, his family and friends.

Sentimentality and Ryker go hand-in-hand. It is his emotions and convictions that drive all of his actions, and you can bet that if you show him any ounce of kindness, he will make sure to return the favor tenfold. His loyalty knows no bounds, and in him you will find an ever-stalwart confidante who has your back. So when things get hairy and tough choices have to be made, his family and friends will always be his priority. If he has to sacrifice his morality for them, then so be it.

Socially speaking, Ryker isn't the most eloquent of people, not by a lightyear. If he's not suffering from word vomit, then he's barely managing to spit a word out. Which is weird, because everything's always so perfectly clear in his head and when he writes things down. There must be some faulty wiring along the way to his mouth, because seriously, how does he end up talking about septic tanks when he's making a point about gravity anchors?

H I S T O R Y

Nestled right in the middle of luxury and poverty, smack dab on the isle of contentment, Ryker has always believed what he had was enough. He may not have enjoyed the indulgence the Inquisitors' children likely had, but he was more than happy never to have wanted for anything. He has a loving family—which not a lot can say—and a small but tight-knit group of friends. Even his cousin Emerson, troublesome as she was, always had his back. She was the pesky little sister he pretends to never have wanted but was really glad to have.

Ryker saw no fault in the current regime, no cause for worry over the heavy-handedness of the Inquisitors. Their system wasn't perfect, but it's worked so far. And more importantly, they held the prosperity of humanity within highest regard. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?

There was nothing about quaint Port Hope that he would change.

But then his cousin was thrown in jail, and in his efforts to clear her name, he was forced to look at everything he had been trying not to see. His perfect Port never was; just another of his idealist delusions. In truth, the Inquisitors were tyrannical and self-serving, their laws existing only to cater to their unreasonable demands. They treated their people as expendable; they would sacrifice anything and everything in their pursuit of progress.

It was easier to accept the Inquisitor's rule when he had no reason to doubt their intentions, but there was no way he could turn a blind eye now.

Ryker felt duty-bound to take a stand, but he didn't agree with the violent ways of AEGIS, the rebellion coalition his cousin had entangled herself with. Instead, he made an effort to start a peaceful movement, in the only way he knew how. Under a pseudonym, Ryker circulated a public petition calling for transparency, for equality, for the voice of all people to be heard. He criticized the Inquisitors' amoral methods and beseeched the people of Port Hope to stand together.

His political piece gained some ground immediately, but the Inquisitors quelled it just as quickly.

Three days after publication, two soldiers greeted him at his doorstep. Before he knew it, they were dragging him away from his already brokenhearted mother, forced to see her other child thrown in jail.

T H E M E S O N G

Sleeping At Last – Earth
_{I bend the definition
Of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
"'til the sirens sound, I'm safe."}

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E X T R A I N F O

tbd

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

Finally finished mine (minus the the name header ;p)!

Ryker

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“Man's goodness is a flame that can be hidden, but never extinguished”

– NELSON MANDELA

_{Neither tall nor sturdy, cutting the exact opposite of an imposing figure, no one in their right mind would bet on Ryker in a fight. He's more like a marshmallow or a flower—soft and cuddly, pretty to look at, not at all very threatening. Ryker has gentle eyes that are forever affixed with worry and caution, and a shy, shaky smile that says much about his general discomposure. There's a certain reassuring charm to his awkwardness: the elderly love him to bits and they just want to pinch his cheeks, while children tend to flock to him. He wishes it worked on girls his age, but he'll take what he can get.}

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Basic Information

N A M E

Richard Kennedy, Jr.

N I C K N A M E

His cousin likes to teasingly call him Dick, but please, for the love of the stars, don't be a dick and call him that. Ryker is what he usually goes by. Even Kennedy or Junior is preferable.

B I R T H D A T E

June 25

G E N D E R

Male

A G E

17

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

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Imprisonment

C R I M E

Treason

Y E A R S S P E N T

One day

P R I S O N E L E C T I V E

None yet, but that one guard really wants to assign him sanitation duties.

C E L L M A T E

tbd

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Education & Skills

O C C U P A T I O N

Ryker's parents are both teachers. His father teaches History, which explains why he is just so full of fun facts. His mother teaches Earth Skills.

C L A S S E S

• Earth Skills
• History
• Calculus
• Criminal Justice
• Sociology
• English

S K I L L S

• Problem solving
• Perception
• Logistics
• Diplomacy
• Luck. Ryker has a funny relationship with luck: he's either at one end of the spectrum or the other.

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Mannerisms

L I K E S

• Reading
• Helping people
• Writing
• The way his mom adds cinnamon to his hot chocolate
• Peaceful silence
• Learning about humanity's history
• People who are kind

D I S L I K E S

• Confrontation
• Bullies
• Injustice
• Violence
• His anxiety getting the better of him
• Making his parents disappointed
• Seeing any member of his family upset

H A B I T S

• Biting on his lower lip before he smiles
• Tugging on his hair when thinking deeply
• Sucking in a deep, steadying breath right before speaking to someone he isn't comfortable with

H O B B I E S

• Reading ancient texts about life on Earth
• Writing introspective pieces about Port Hope's current state
• Playing Chess

F E A R S

• His family getting hurt
• Seeing bloodshed
• A painful death

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Delving Deeper

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Ryker fancies himself a fixer; sensitive to the plights of his peers and ever eager to lend a helping hand. His moral compass points due north, and although he can be slightly sanctimonious, he is never anything but sincere and well-meaning. He gives people the benefit of the doubt and second and third and fifth chances even when they don't deserve it. But there is a limit to his magnanimous nature and a big ol' berserk button that can be easily triggered.

Namely, his family and friends.

Sentimentality and Ryker go hand-in-hand. It is his emotions and convictions that drive all of his actions, and you can bet that if you show him any ounce of kindness, he will make sure to return the favor tenfold. His loyalty knows no bounds, and in him you will find an ever-stalwart confidante who has your back. So when things get hairy and tough choices have to be made, his family and friends will always be his priority. If he has to sacrifice his morality for them, then so be it.

Socially speaking, Ryker isn't the most eloquent of people, not by a lightyear. If he's not suffering from word vomit, then he's barely managing to spit a word out. Which is weird, because everything's always so perfectly clear in his head and when he writes things down. There must be some faulty wiring along the way to his mouth, because seriously, how does he end up talking about septic tanks when he's making a point about gravity anchors?

H I S T O R Y

Nestled right in the middle of luxury and poverty, smack dab on the isle of contentment, Ryker has always believed what he had was enough. He may not have enjoyed the indulgence the Inquisitors' children likely had, but he was more than happy never to have wanted for anything. He has a loving family—which not a lot can say—and a small but tight-knit group of friends. Even his cousin Emerson, troublesome as she was, always had his back. She was the pesky little sister he pretends to never have wanted but was really glad to have.

Ryker saw no fault in the current regime, no cause for worry over the heavy-handedness of the Inquisitors. Their system wasn't perfect, but it's worked so far. And more importantly, they held the prosperity of humanity within highest regard. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?

There was nothing about quaint Port Hope that he would change.

But then his cousin was thrown in jail, and in his efforts to clear her name, he was forced to look at everything he had been trying not to see. His perfect Port never was; just another of his idealist delusions. In truth, the Inquisitors were tyrannical and self-serving, their laws existing only to cater to their unreasonable demands. They treated their people as expendable; they would sacrifice anything and everything in their pursuit of progress.

It was easier to accept the Inquisitor's rule when he had no reason to doubt their intentions, but there was no way he could turn a blind eye now.

Ryker felt duty-bound to take a stand, but he didn't agree with the violent ways of AEGIS, the rebellion coalition his cousin had entangled herself with. Instead, he made an effort to start a peaceful movement, in the only way he knew how. Under a pseudonym, Ryker circulated a public petition calling for transparency, for equality, for the voice of all people to be heard. He criticized the Inquisitors' amoral methods and beseeched the people of Port Hope to stand together.

His political piece gained some ground immediately, but the Inquisitors quelled it just as quickly.

Three days after publication, two soldiers greeted him at his doorstep. Before he knew it, they were dragging him away from his already brokenhearted mother, forced to see her other child thrown in jail.

T H E M E S O N G

Sleeping At Last – Earth
_{I bend the definition
Of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
"'til the sirens sound, I'm safe."}

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E X T R A I N F O

This does not need to be filled out immediately. This is something that can be added on as the RP goes. Mostly random facts will go here

Emmy

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“I run. I kick. I punch. I listen. I write. I give. I live.
Stars above, I live.”

– HEATHER LYONS

_{Emerson is tiny and slight and sure-footed, almost like she was just built for maneuvering through tight crawl spaces and narrow piping and venting systems. Her bearing is airy and mischievous, and she carries herself with the cocksureness of someone too young to know any better. Or perhaps, of someone who doesn't give a damn no matter what the consequence. Emerson dresses partly for ease of movement but mostly for style. There was many a blunder she could have forgone if only she had chosen to wear appropriate shoes, but hey, if she can run in five-inch stilettos, she can run in anything.}

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Basic Information

N A M E

Emerson Penelope Knox

N I C K N A M E

Em, Emmy - People who like her.
Knox - People who don't like her.
Penelope - People who want her to hate them.
Fuck! - People who were chasing her but can't find her anymore.

B I R T H D A T E

April 3

G E N D E R

Female

A G E

16

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual

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Imprisonment

C R I M E

Treason, theft, arms trafficking

Y E A R S S P E N T

Seven months

P R I S O N E L E C T I V E

Helping draft schematics for biotechs or blueprints for the station

C E L L M A T E

tbd

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Education & Skills

O C C U P A T I O N

Her parents are researchers, probably. They always have those lab coats on. Also, they're full-time Inquisitor suck-ups.

C L A S S E S

• Physics
• Engineering
• Art
• History
• Calculus
• English

S K I L L S

Spatial and visual acuity. Emerson has keen eyesight and can process, generate, and retain well-structured visual cues easily. Most of what she can do derives from her unusually high visual-spatial intelligence, like:

• Great sense of direction. Emerson doesn't get lost; she'll never forget a place after visiting it once.
• Accurate measurements. She can accurately measure distances and lengths without needing to rely on instruments.
• Drawing. Emerson thinks in pictures and expresses better in pictures as well. She's pretty sure she can illustrate what she's feeling better than she can explain it.
• Precision. She may or may not have practiced with the weapons she steals, but she'll have you know, she's a very good shot.

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Mannerisms

L I K E S

• Playing games
• Causing trouble for Inquisitors
• Exploring
• Anything that gives you an adrenaline rush
• Coloring; it's super relaxing
• Crawling through vents and listening to gossip
• Looking at pretty people

D I S L I K E S

• Fuck you, Inquisitors
• Being idle
• Her parents suck
• When her nice clothes get caught in something while she's exploring the vents and they tear
• Crying in public
• Displaying other embarrassing emotions in public
• Being forced to do something

H A B I T S

• When confronted, her first instincts are to go: (ง’̀-‘́)ง
• Doodles idly
• Uses color as substitute descriptors when she can't find the right word

H O B B I E S

• Chess
• Drawing
• Collecting shiny trinkets she comes across when exploring

F E A R S

• Being unable to protect her family (not her parents, her real family)
• Losing her family
• The list of people she's afraid to lose growing

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Delving Deeper

P E R S O N A L I T Y

A little firecracker with a rebellious streak and a deep-seated hatred for the Inquisitors. Emerson stirs up trouble for fun and attention and because she can get away with it. Flippant is her default state and playful is her backup. Everything's a game to her. Running away from five armed guards? Nope, it's just a challenging game of tag. Sneaking in and out of an armory with a bagful of weapons? Hide and seek. After going through some existential depression crap (and only at age ten; she's such an early bloomer), Emerson sort of noped out of taking anything seriously. The way she sees it, fate's been screwing with her all her life. Might as well get in on the fun.

But watch out: she'll fool you into thinking she doesn't care when she really does. A bit too much. Emerson hides behind snark and sass and defiant grins because underneath is a bleeding heart that's easy to sway. There's a reason for the tall walls of frivolity she built around herself—they help keep people away so she doesn't get attached. Because if she does, she will die for you or kill for you, and she's not sure she wants to find out which one she'll end up doing.

Emerson's got a thing for protecting the underdog, a short temper, and a tendency to disregard limits; all the makings of a trouble magnet with a death wish. Nothing fazes her, so she thinks that means she can do anything. It works out best for everyone if she has an anchor by her side—someone to pull her down when she's ready to fly to the sun.

H I S T O R Y

Emerson's got a mother and a father, but they're too busy doing the Inquisitors' bidding to do much parenting. So instead, they left her under the care of her aunt and Emerson has been living with them ever since. The only times she ever sees her parents are on the first of every month, during which they take her to a facility and do a bunch of weird diagnostic crap on her. They would ask her questions a therapist might, perform health checkups, and "put her abilities to the test." She was instructed never to tell a soul about what transpired between, and she never did. No one would believe her anyway.

Back when she didn't know any better, she was excited for the beginning of each month. Emerson never questioned them. All that mattered to her was that she got to spend time with her parents. She loved her aunt and uncle more than the galaxy, but they were Ryker's parents and she didn't want to steal them from him. What she wanted was for her own parents to love her back, so she did her best to please them. If acing their weird tests made them proud, then she was going to kick ass on them.

But then she turned ten and she knew better.

The day before her monthly meeting with her parents, Emerson was kidnapped ("scouted") by two members of AEGIS—then a small, wannabe syndicate made up of criminals and outcasts tired of the Inquisitors' rule and looking to revolt. They explained to her what her parents were doing, why they were doing it, and who they were doing it for: Inquisitors, Inquisitors, Inquisitors.

Turned out her parents were Eugenics test subjects, chosen by the Inquisitors as the most genetically compatible man and woman ranked highest in visual-spatial intelligence. The hypothesis was that their child should be born with advanced visual and spatial acuity, matching or surpassing their own. They would have to test the child to be sure; track its progress and hone its abilities so that in the future, it may serve the Inquisitors.

So basically, they were saying she was engineered to be a tool for the Inquisitors.

AEGIS left her with a choice before sending her back. They will leave her alone and she can continue to be an experiment; or, she can help them take down the Inquisitors.

Emerson spent nearly a year mulling over her decision, but the more first of the months that came by, the more she became disenchanted with her parents. By the end of the year, she was tired of thinking. She chose the lesser of two evils—the scumbags over her parents—and spent the next five years of her life with AEGIS, gladly causing trouble for the Inquisitors at every turn.

Her parents caught onto her shenanigans when she failed to attend their monthly diagnostics for the first time. Emerson was never caught red-handed, mind you, but her parents could easily piece two and two together. Firearms stolen from hidden armories no one should have been able to find, the small culprit managing to outmaneuver guards who know the sectors by heart, known traitors looting Inquisitor compounds too efficiently, as though they knew every inch of the domain.

They turned Emerson in as soon as they found out.

T H E M E S O N G

Icarus – Bastille
_{Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus's life, it has only just begun
And this is how it feels to take a fall
Icarus is flying towards an early grave}

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E X T R A I N F O

• When out on AEGIS duties, she dressed in costume to keep her identity concealed. All they really needed was a mask, but Emerson thought she'd look cooler with a compete outfit.

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

I'd like to join, too! :) I have a female character in the works, but I'll make a male one as well.

Psst... @smarty0114, A++ face claim choice. ;p

The Sunken (Modern Fantasy, Supernatural, Slightly Horror-ish)

I'm interested! :D

Oxenfree is in my getting-longer-by-the-hour list of games I need to play.

Caelbury Academy

Beyond the main gates and up above where the blinding flashes look like twinkling stars, Bellamy watched with growing unrest. She leaned against the railing of the balcony, chin propped on clasped hands and dreamy gaze drifting further into a world bent and shaped according to her whims. There, she stood alongside her fellow Caelbury students, surrounded by pesky paparazzi with their endless questions, being asked all at once so not a single one could be understood.

Bellamy wondered how she would handle a crowd like this. Would it be with the effortless grace of a seasoned celebrity, dancing across their pointed inquiries with the perfectly crafted responses—vague but sincere? Or would her temper flare after one paparazzo oversteps, accusing her of baseless transgressions, or worse, badmouthing the school she had come to dearly love in the short time she had been there.

It would be the latter, for sure, but she can pretend it's not.

Her eyes briefly refocused on the scene below when a familiar soft nest of black curls appeared. She felt her lips curl downward in sympathy: the ex-child star surely wouldn't like this one bit. Perhaps she could throw a flower pot across the street and distract the paparazzi for a good measure, give Sebastian Gable enough time to scurry away. She would get in trouble for it, but certainly nothing she couldn't manage.

Before she could carry out her plan, footsteps echoed behind her, signaling the end of her sightseeing.

It took him longer to find her than she had guessed.

"Would you believe my luck, Mr. Andrews?" Bellamy asked, not bothering to turn around. She already knew who it was—it was always him—and she thought it made for a more dramatic confrontation. "You know, I wasn't supposed to return to the dorms until this morning. I asked Gran if I could come back a day early, begged her even, and she only conceded the day of. But anyway, I was just thinking… if I'd listened to Gran, then I would have arrived around this time. I would have experienced going through a sea of paparazzi."

A wistful sigh, unnecessarily long and drawn, escaped her lips. The security guard couldn't help but sigh himself, although his was decidedly more exasperated-sounding. It came with eyes screwing shut and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. The sign of defeat. Poor Adam Andrews, hired as a security guard just four months prior, was still at the bottom of the food chain. That meant he didn't get to securely guard the Wealthy or the Gifted—just the lucky lottery winners.

Like this noisy one.

"Ms. Hart," Adam interrupted, because she wouldn't stop otherwise. "You're supposed to stay in the auditorium."

"I suppose some people would think I was fortunate to have skipped this whole predicament, though. Sebastian Gable certainly would. But I wouldn't have minded a little intrigue to start my first full year here. It would set a nice precedent, don't you think?" Bellamy carried on as though she hadn't heard him, but she followed Adam into the hallway and down two flights to the main foyer. From across the hall, she could see more familiar faces entering the double doors of the auditorium, all buzzing with excited chatter. Among them was a talented cinematographer, biting his nails again!

"Oh! There's Finn!" Bellamy turned to give Adam Andrews a curtsy and a sheepish grin in parting, before racing inside in pursuit of her friend. "Thank you for escorting me here. I'm sure I'll see you again, Mr. Andrews."

Bellamy was certain she heard him grumble a mildly exasperated "let's hope not" but she was sure he meant it as a fond quip.

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Finding Finn among the litter of students should have been a difficult feat, but Bellamy liked to think she had a special radar for her best friend. She scanned the crowd for but a couple of seconds before her hazel eyes locked onto the boy swiping away at his phone.

"Hey, you!" Bellamy sidled over, plopping down unto the empty seat next to Finn. She nudged him with a shoulder and grinned in greeting. "So tell me. How did it feel like, being hounded by the paparazzi like that? Did you feel like a celebrity caught in a scandal?"

Caelbury Academy

Bellamy Hart

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.
-J.M. Barrie

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Name

Bellamy Levi Hart

Nicknames

It's Belle, with an 'e.' Bellamy very strongly insists that she be called Belle and is wont to ignore anyone who purposely or spitefully uses her full name. There's nothing wrong with Bellamy, really, but doesn't Belle sound so much lovelier?

Jingle Bell – It's not the most flattering, and one she'd much rather forget, but still a nickname assigned to her. Troglodytes who couldn't appreciate her sense of wonder tended to call her this.

Isabelle – Not quite a nickname, but when she was younger, she used to introduce herself as Isabelle (which may or may not have been influenced by her gran's favorite character of all time, the wonderfully complex Isabel Archer). A third of the people in her hometown still think that's her name, actually.

Age

Sixteen

Gender

Female

Sexual Orientation

Heterosexual. Although, she'd never really thought about it before.

Grade Level

Junior

Social Class

Commoner - Isn't it fantastic that she got in Caelbury? Her gran always did say she was a good-luck charm. Bellamy submitted an application to the famous academy after she dreamed one night that her true love was there waiting for her. Everyone at her old school mocked her, saying 'Jingle Bell is up in Cloud City again.' But as was often the case, she had the last laugh.

Appearance

Bellamy has only ever seen her mother in photographs, but her gran says she's the spitting image. That's perhaps the best compliment anyone could give her! Her long red locks are exactly like hers, from the way it lightens to a golden hue at the tips, to the way it falls in the gentlest of waves down her back. Bellamy doesn't think she'd ever cut her hair—although, she might be persuaded if it were for some dramatic circumstance. Maybe, in a fit of brokenhearted fury, she grabs the kitchen knife and hacks away at the crimson tresses that her beloved once caressed? Oh, that sounds exciting! Her eyes, big and hazel and framed by thickset lashes, are a blessing from her father. Through them, she hopes she can show him the wonders of the world that he has long stopped seeing.

She's not as tall as she hoped she would be at sixteen, only 5'3 and a half and no longer growing, but with an assortment of beautiful high heels to remedy this, she doesn't mind too much. There's also something to be said about looking up to meet the gaze of your love, his hands caressing your cheeks, tilting your chin up with a gentle finger.

Her trim figure is a love letter to herself, the result of healthy eating (with weekend cheat days, of course) and regular exercise. Bellamy takes great pride in her appearance, and not just for vanity's sake, although vain she can be. Oscar Wilde says "to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance," and much as she wants to find the one, to love herself completely has always been her top priority. She does what she likes, what makes her feel good, and what makes her comfortable with herself. So yes, she's fussy with her looks. She picks out her clothes the night before and wakes up early in the morning to fix her hair and makeup. She likes to wear skirts and dresses and may be overdressed 80% of the time.

Bellamy carries herself with determination and poise and just a little bit of flair, as though she's the queen, striding along the hallway to her throne, or a model in a never-ending runway.

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"A little plot twist should spice things up."

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Personality

Bellamy is flights of fancy and romantic notions and grand aspirations tied with a theatric pink bow. She lives in a world filled with pregnant possibilities and quixotic opportunities (her very own Cloud City—not the Star Wars kind, mind) and oftentimes stays there for so long that when she returns, the real world becomes a bit jarring. It's easy to spot the pure devastation flickering in her expressive eyes when something that she imagined would go smoothly turns into a train wreck instead.

The occasional prick of reality isn't enough to break Bellamy's rose-tinted glasses, though. Impossible is only another word for challenge, and Bellamy never backs down from one. She is enthusiastic and excitable in any and all matters, and so dogged in her endeavors that she'll likely wear you out with her persistent smile. No matter how much of a space case she appears to be, there lives an urgent need for action and adventure within her. Bellamy's a doer and follow through-er and if you dare her to do something, she'll do it without hesitating. What's even greater than her stories and daydreams is the ever-present chance they'll come true, and that can only happen if she makes it happen.

Bellamy is an open book, but a great or terrible liar depending on the circumstance. Her loyalty is as undying as her sense of wonder, and as prevalent as her propensity for melodrama. She is herself unabashedly and she feels deeply. When she's inspired, she'll excitedly talk your ear off. When she's happy, her laughter is infectious. When she's upset, she'll clamp up and make herself scarce. When she's angry, she's a thunderstorm. For all her attempts at being the supposed portrait of a lady, Bellamy has a remarkable inability to remain poised and keep her temper in check. It can flare over minimal provocations. She can be petulant and vindictive, impulsive and violent. Once stubborn doer, follow through-er Bellamy is enraged, she won't rest until she gets even.

With relentless curiosity in one hand and a knack for meddling in the other, Bellamy can be quite a magnet for trouble as well. Whether it follows her, or she it, is debatable. She just always seems to be involved in something. Back in her idyllic hometown, she's infamous for being in the local news on a weekly basis.

Likes

• Literature of any kind, with a slight bias for romance and adventure genres
• Movies, again with a preference for romance and adventure ones
• Playacting and storytelling
• Walking aimlessly while listening to music or audiobooks
• Imaginative people with open minds
• Challenges; she thrives in them

Dislikes

• Closed-minded individuals with no sense of wonder; life is far too short to spend around dull people set in their ways
• Being made a fool of
• The cold - a shame, really; so many of the grand romantic gestures she'd like to emulate requires a great deal of tolerance for biting winds and freezing temperatures
• That unnerving, foreboding kind of silence, where you know from the way your stomach drops that something bad is about to happen
• Horror movies (okay, so she loves watching them, but they still terrify her)

Fears

The crippling, heartbreaking tug of loneliness. Bellamy is aware she isn't easy to understand, and although she will never sacrifice her sense of self for anything, she has always been afraid that her important people would come to hate her because of it.

Betrayal, because it can only come from people she loves.

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"Sometimes, I feel like I can actually fly. Wouldn't that be amazing?"

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Strengths

• Resourceful
• Passionate
• Bright
• Excellent memory, used for remembering lines and quotes and information about people. Also handy for holding grudges.
• Surprisingly lucky

Weaknesses

• Starry-eyed, very much so
• Short-fused, with aggressive tendencies
• Obstinate
• Technologically challenged, with anything other than a computer. She just got a smartphone this year, and she's still getting a hang of it.
• Proud

History

When she was younger, Bellamy believed that she was the intrepid main character of a fairy tale. Her grandmother and primary caretaker, a librarian who imparted unto her a deep love for books and stories, only encouraged this thinking. It was the only way Bellamy could accept the misfortunes that had befallen her so early in her life: her mother dying from childbirth, her father being driven to a depression that made him silent and distant and never there. Such tragedies only happened in books and movies, and so that must mean she was in one herself. It didn't make sense to other people, but it helped her cope. Bellamy would eventually outgrow the absurd notion, but not before it kickstarted and fueled her overactive imagination.

Growing up in idyllic White Bird, Idaho (population a whopping 92) meant a mostly uneventful childhood filled with routine and sameness. It was peaceful and safe and perfect; the happily ever after part of the stories. Everyone knew everyone else, and aside from the occasional gossip of who might be divorcing who, nothing eventful really happened. It was boring. So boring that Bellamy became the town's primary source of chaos, a consistent blip in an otherwise perfect screen.

At first, it was by accident.

On her first day of primary school, she picked a fight with three boys in her class after they made fun of her hair. Bellamy, who loved that she had her mother's hair and had a temper as fiery as her hair was red, threw the books in her bag against their heads. She got two out of three square on the forehead, but then the last one started bawling, alerting the teacher of her misbehavior. It was the first recorded act of violence in the school, and the PTA was buzzing. The boys' parents were all enraged, but when the problem child's guardian was a gentle, elderly woman who baked cookies for the whole town, there wasn't much they could do. In the end, Bellamy was put in the corner for the first week of school.

Ever since then, she was on the town's radar, and rightly so. Incident after incident, the culprit turned out to be a little girl with red hair and an overactive imagination. During a field trip, she got lost in the National Forest after following a path that she thought was part of a Ley line. They didn't find her until three in the morning, eight hours after she went missing. Then there was an incident involving the Raymond family's prodigal son, returned home after being fired from his job in Boise. Bellamy had been suspicious of him from the get-go—it was something about his eyes—and had taken to trailing after him. Long story short, she managed to thwart his plan to steal his parents' antiques and jewelries. That was one of the rare times where she was celebrated instead of reprimanded.

Life changed, for better or worse, when she started going to high school. Since the only school in White Bird continued only until the sixth grade, Bellamy had to go to the high school the next town over, about half an hour away. Grangeville was by no means a bustling metropolitan, but it might as well have been compared to her small, peaceful White Bird. There, Bellamy wasn't a scoundrel or a hero, just a small town girl that was apparently out of touch with reality. She retained her infamy, although for very different reasons.

Bellamy heard about Caelbury from one of the aspiring football players there. He said, and this was word for word, that "Caelbury is my only ticket out of this hellhole. Screw you guys." Intrigued, Bellamy did her research and was immediately enamored with the institution. She could already imagine what her life would be like there! That night, she dreamed that her true love was a student there, waiting for her to come, and it spurred her to apply immediately.

Against all odds, she was among the chosen.

Favorite memory

On her thirteenth birthday, Gran gave her a gift that can never, ever be topped. She was given a chance to be with her mother, even if only in spirit. Her gran collected her mother's old dresses, the only ones she had left from her childhood, and an assortment of trinkets her mother kept safe until the end, stuffed in one ribboned box. In it was a locket, the pendant filled with sand from the beach where her father had proposed; a little book filled with various love letters from her father, and some not from him; and polaroid pictures, lots and lots of out of focus, terribly shot pictures of the most random of things. She spent the rest of her birthday with her mother, trying on her clothes and laughing at the corny but romantic letters.

Bellamy brings the box filled with her mother's memories everywhere. It's the first thing she would save in a fire, and the last thing anyone should mess with, lest they be willing to lose an eye.

Least favorite memory

Gran never kept the whereabouts of her father a secret. Bellamy knew that he was sick in his heart and he couldn't come back home, not yet, and that he was trying his hardest to recover. She understood, she didn't mind waiting.

During her first year of high school, one of the Grangeville students found out about her situation (no doubt from Jeannie Miller, who couldn't shut her mouth for anything) and thought it would be funny to rip her heart out of her chest. On Christmas that year, she received a letter supposedly from her father, saying that he was flying back home and that he wanted to meet her down at a restaurant in Grangeville to explain and apologize. When she got to the restaurant, heart heavy with fear and excitement both, she was greeted by a sleazeball instead, laughing as though he had just said the funniest joke in the world. He explained that he just wanted an excuse to take her out and, wow, you actually fell for it.

She ran away crying, hand aching after a particularly powerful jab to the face.

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"Missing someone you've never met is a bit strange, isn't it? It hurts just the same."

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Birthday

February 21, 1999

Astrological Sign

Pisces

Social Media

Twitter: @callmebelle

Bellamy doesn't quite have a social media presence yet (partly because her phone was of the dumb variety until recently), although she's got quite a good amount of Twitter followers. They like her sporadic drabble tweets (twabbles?) and her melodramatic accounts of her more listless days.

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"I heard Caelbury's founder hid a golden key somewhere on campus. Anyone up for a treasure hunt?"

Relationship Sheet

Bellamy Hart

"A night out with great friends can cure anything."

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^{Bellamy's relationships, via Taylor Swift's 1989 song lyrics. Shut up.}

Finnegan Alexander

One night he wakes, strange look on his face.
Pauses, then says, you're my best friend /

Write a bit more in depth about their relationship here.

Charlotte Pryde

We're the new romantics /

Write a bit more in depth about their relationship here.

Sebastian Gable

"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."

Write a bit more in depth about their relationship here.

Sterling Rochester

He's so tall and handsome as hell /

Bellamy is convinced his utter perfection has overwhelmed all her senses and has broken her, because why on earth does she not swoon over this prince of a man? Tall and handsome and talented, eyes that can melt your heart with one look; Sterling is the literal man of her dreams. As in, Bellamy has watched all of his movies and the gallant prince in her dreams are molded after his image. So why is it that after the initial dazzle of his superstar good looks wears off, Bellamy only feels as though she's looking at a mirror that only shows someone else's reflection?

_{She's about 90% certain it's the perfection thing, though. Just look at him.}

Albert Nolan

He's so bad, but he does it so well /

Write a bit more in depth about their relationship here.

Corrine Woods

Rose garden filled with thorns /

Pure white hair, alabaster skin, and lovely amethyst eyes—Bellamy's convinced that Corrine is Snow White come to life. They call her the Queen of Caelbury, and she can certainly understand why, what with her regal bearing and imposing presence. Bellamy admires her openly, despite the colder than cold shoulder Corrine is always giving her.

Bellamy really, really, really wants to put on a 'Snow White and Rose Red' play with her. It has been a childhood dream to act out the German fairy tale—with a name like Rose Red, six-year-old Bellamy was so certain it was named after her—but she'd never found a perfect Snow White until now.

Maria Cassidy

They are the hunters and we are the foxes /

In Maria, Bellamy has found an ally. Their shared plight as the lowest rung on the Caelbury caste ladder has given them common ground, and while partiality against Commoners is not as widespread as she first imagined, bumping into an elitist isn't uncommon either.

Bellamy goes to her for some normal responses to wonderful things, like: wow, is that an actual limo? or that watch costs thrice as much as Gran's car! She likes to pick her brain about her creative process, as well. The pictures she takes are absolutely gorgeous! Maria certainly could have just as well been a Gifted student.

Sylvester Black

"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."

Write a bit more in depth about their relationship here.

Frederick Conway

"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."

Write a bit more in depth about their relationship here.

Hanna Oswin

"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."

Write a bit more in depth about their relationship here.

Nathan Glass

You say sorry just for show. You live like that, you live with ghosts /

Within thirty seconds of observing a person, Bellamy is usually able to craft some sort of story about them, or imagine what could be happening to them at that moment. That girl with a strained smile and damp eyes? She just got her heartbroken by her best friend and she's working hard at pretending they can return to normal. That guy anxiously pacing back and forth is waiting to see if he got the internship at that law firm. His chances are pretty good, but he's worried all the same.

Nathan is a headscratcher. She can make up as many stories about him as she wants, but they never feel right. If she were being honest, she'd quite like to get to know him better. Just to unravel the inner machinations of his stylish mind.

Julia Fenswait

Now did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you /

Such a mean and hateful person! The one thing Bellamy can't imagine is why someone would willingly spend so much energy being so bitter and awful. Doesn't it get tiring, hating as a hobby? There are so many other things one could do to pass the time! She would have thought a person like Julia, who has all the money in the world—and then some—would be happier than that.

She can't deny that she has a wonderful sense of style, though.

Caelbury Academy

@HalfOfLancelot Thanks! <33 At several points in her life, Belle fancied herself both a rom-com leading lady and a Disney star. She also wholeheartedly agrees about getting her own musical; she's got a couple of numbers already in mind. ;D

My familiarity with The Music Man starts and ends with Shipoopi (and via Family Guy, I'm ashamed to say :p), but I'll happily accept comparisons to any Cheno character. I love that tiny woman and her big voice! I'm excited to see how she interacts with all your characters too, because so many of them are sensible and savvy and Belle doesn't stand a chance.

@Undine Thank you! :D I'll have it up after a couple of minor edits, then I'll start working on the relationship sheet! Fun, fun!

Caelbury Academy

If you happen to be accepting still:

Bellamy Hart

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.
-J.M. Barrie

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Name

Bellamy Levi Hart

Nicknames

It's Belle, with an 'e.' Bellamy very strongly insists that she be called Belle and is wont to ignore anyone who purposely or spitefully uses her full name. There's nothing wrong with Bellamy, really, but doesn't Belle sound so much lovelier?

Jingle Bell – Not the most flattering, and one she'd much rather forget, but still a nickname assigned to her. Troglodytes who couldn't appreciate her sense of wonder tended to call her this.

Isabelle – Not quite a nickname, but when she was younger, she used to introduce herself as Isabelle (which may or may not have been influenced by her gran's favorite character of all time, Isabel Archer. A third of the people in her hometown still think that's her name, actually.

Age

Sixteen

Gender

Female

Sexual Orientation

Heterosexual. Although, she'd never really thought about it before.

Grade Level

Junior

Social Class

Commoner - Isn't it fantastic that she got in Caelbury? Her gran always did say she was a good-luck charm. Bellamy submitted an application to the famous Caelbury Academy after she dreamed one night that her true love was there waiting for her. Everyone at her old school mocked her, saying 'Jingle Bell is up in Cloud City again,' but once again, she had the last laugh.

Appearance

Bellamy has only ever seen her mother in photographs, but her gran says she's the spitting image. That's perhaps the best compliment anyone could give her! Her long red locks are exactly like hers, from the way it lightens to a golden hue at the tips, to the way it falls in the gentlest of waves down her back. Bellamy doesn't think she'd ever cut her hair—although, she might be persuaded if it were for some dramatic circumstance. Maybe, in a fit of brokenhearted fury, she grabs the kitchen knife and hacks away at the tresses that her true love once caressed? Oh, that sounds exciting! Her eyes, big and hazel and framed by thickset lashes, are the only things she got from her father. Through them, she hopes she can show him the wonders of the world that he has stopped seeing.

She's not as tall as she hoped she would be at sixteen, only 5'3 and a half and no longer growing, but there are beautiful high heels to remedy this, so she doesn't mind too much. Her trim figure is her love letter to herself, the result of healthy eating (with weekend cheat days, of course) and regular exercise. Bellamy takes great pride in her appearance, and not just for vanity's sake (although vain she can be). As Oscar Wilde says, "to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance" and Bellamy believes in this wholeheartedly. She does what she likes, what makes her feel good, and what makes her comfortable with herself. So yes, she's fussy with her looks. She picks out her clothes the night before and wakes up early in the morning to fix her hair and makeup. She likes to wear skirts and dresses and may be overdressed 80% of the time.

Bellamy carries herself with determination and poise and just a little bit of flair, as though she's the queen, striding along the hallway to her throne, or a model in a never-ending runway.

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"A little plot twist should spice things up."

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Personality

Bellamy is flights of fancy and romantic notions and grand aspirations tied with a theatric pink bow. She lives in a world filled with pregnant possibilities and quixotic opportunities (her very own Cloud City—not the Star Wars kind, mind—as her classmates liked to tease her) and oftentimes stays there for so long that when she returns, the real world becomes a bit jarring. It's easy to spot the pure devastation flickering in her expressive eyes when something that she imagined would go smoothly turns into a train wreck instead.

The occasional prick of reality isn't enough to break Bellamy's rose-tinted glasses, though. Impossible is only another word for challenge, and Bellamy never backs down from one. She is enthusiastic and excitable in any and all matters, and so dogged in her endeavors that she'll likely wear you out with her persistent smile. No matter how much of a space case she appears to be, there lives an urgent need for action and adventure within her. Bellamy's a doer and follow through-er and if you dare her to do something, she'll do it without hesitating. What's even greater than her stories and daydreams is the ever-present chance they'll come true, and that can only happen if she makes it happen.

Bellamy is an open book, but a great or terrible liar depending on the circumstance. Her loyalty is as undying as her sense of wonder, and as prevalent as her propensity for melodrama. She is herself unabashedly and feels deeply. When she's inspired, she'll excitedly talk your ear off. When she's happy, her laughter is infectious. When she's upset, she'll clamp up and make herself scarce. When she's angry, she's a thunderstorm. For all her attempts at being the supposed portrait of a lady, Bellamy has a remarkable inability to remain poised and keep her temper in check. It can flare over minimal provocations. She can be petulant and vindictive, impulsive and violent. Once stubborn doer, follow through-er Bellamy is enraged, she won't stop until she gets even.

With relentless curiosity in one hand and a knack for meddling in the other, Bellamy can be quite a magnet for trouble as well. Whether it follows her, or she it, is debatable. She just always seems to be involved in something. Back in her idyllic hometown, she's infamous for being in the local news on a weekly basis.

Likes

• Literature of any kind, with a slight bias for romance and adventure genres
• Movies, again with a preference for romance and adventure ones
• Playacting and storytelling
• Walking aimlessly while listening to music or audiobooks
• Imaginative people
• Challenges

Dislikes

• Closed-minded individuals with no sense of wonder
• Being made a fool of
• The cold
• That unnerving, foreboding kind of silence, where you know from the way your stomach drops that something bad is about to happen
• Horror movies (okay, so she loves watching them, but she hates them too because she is always terrified after watching one)

Fears

The crippling, heartbreaking tug of loneliness. Bellamy is aware she isn't easy to understand, and although she will never sacrifice her sense of self for anything, she has always been afraid that her important people would come to hate her because of it.

Betrayal, because it can only come from people she loves.

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"Sometimes, I feel like I can actually fly. Wouldn't that be amazing?"

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Strengths

• Resourceful
• Passionate
• Bright

Weaknesses

• Starry-eyed
• Short-fused, with aggressive tendencies
• Obstinate
• Technologically challenged, with anything other than a computer. (She just got a smartphone this year, and she's still getting a hang of it)

History

When she was younger, Bellamy believed that she was the intrepid main character of a fairy tale. Her grandmother and primary caretaker, a librarian who imparted unto her a deep love for stories, only encouraged this thinking. It was the only way Bellamy could accept the misfortunes she had been subjected to so early in her life: her mother dying from childbirth, her father being driven to a depression that made him silent and distant and never there. Such tragedies only happened in books and movies, and so that must mean she was in one herself. It didn't make sense to other people, but it helped her cope. Bellamy would eventually outgrow the impossible notion, but not before it kickstarted and fueled her overactive imagination.

Growing up in idyllic White Bird, Idaho (population a whopping 92) meant a mostly uneventful childhood filled with routine. It was peaceful and happy and perfect; the happily ever after part of the stories. Everyone knew everyone else, and aside from the occasional gossip of who might be divorcing who, nothing eventful really happened. It was boring.And so Bellamy became the town's primary source of chaos, a consistent blip in an otherwise perfect screen.

At first, it was by accident.

On her first day of primary school, she picked a fight with three boys in her class after they made fun of her hair. Bellamy, who loved that she had her mother's hair and had a temper as fiery as her hair was red, threw the books in her bag against their heads. She got two out of three square on the forehead, but then the last one started bawling, alerting the teacher. Bellamy was put in the corner for the first week of school. It was the first recorded act of violence in the school, and the PTA was buzzing. The boys' parents were all enraged, but when the problem child's guardian was a gentle, elderly woman who baked cookies for the whole town, there wasn't much they could do.

Ever since then, Bellamy was on the town's radar, and rightly so. Incident after incident, the culprit was a little girl with red hair and an overactive imagination. During a field trip, she got lost in the National Forest after following a path that she thought was part of a Ley line. They didn't find until three in the morning, eight hours after she went missing. There was an incident involving the Raymond's prodigal son, returned home after being fired from his job in Boise. Bellamy had been suspicious of him from the get-go—it was something about his eyes—and had taken to trailing after him. Long story short, she managed to thwart his plan to steal his parents' antiques and jewelries. That was one of the rare times where she was celebrated instead of reprimanded.

Life changed, for better or worse, when she started going to high school. Since the only school in White Bird was until the sixth grade only, Bellamy had to go to the high school in the next town, about half an hour away. Grangerville was by no means a bustling metropolitan, but it might as well have been compared to her small, peaceful White Bird. There, Bellamy wasn't a scoundrel or a hero, just a small town girl that was apparently out of touch with reality. She retained her infamy, although for very different reasons.

Bellamy heard about Caelbury from one of the aspiring football players there. He said, and this was word for word that "Caelbury is my only ticket out of this hellhole." Intrigued, Bellamy did her research and was immediately enamored with the institution. That night, she dreamed that her true love was a student there, waiting for her to come, and it spurred her to apply.

Against all odds, she was among the chosen.

Favorite memory

On her thirteenth birthday, Gran and her friends' gift to her was her mother, in spirit. Her gran collected her mother's old dresses, the only ones she had kept from her mother's childhood, and an assortment of trinkets she had. There was a locket in there, the pendant filled with sand from where her father had proposed; a little book filled with various love letters from her father, and some not from him; and polaroid pictures, lots and lots of out of focus, terribly shot picture of the most random things. She spent the rest of her birthday with her mother, trying on her clothes and laughing at the cheesy but romantic letters.

Bellamy brings the box filled with her mother's memories everywhere. It's the first thing she would save in a fire.

Least favorite memory

Gran never kept the whereabouts of her father a secret. Bellamy knew that he was sick in his heart and he couldn't come back home, not yet, and that he was trying his hardest to recover. She understood, she didn't mind waiting.

During her first year of high school, one of the Grangerville students found out about her situation (no doubt from Jeannie Miller, who couldn't shut her mouth for anything) and thought it would be funny to rip her heart out of her chest. On Christmas that year, she received a letter from her father, saying that he was flying back home and that he wanted to meet her down at a restaurant in Grangerville. When she got to the restaurant, she was greeted by a sleazeball instead, laughing as though it was the funniest joke in the world and explaining that he just wanted an excuse take her out.

She ran away crying, hand aching after a particularly powerful jab to the face.

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"Missing someone you've never met is a bit strange, isn't it? It hurts just the same."

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Birthday

February 21, 1998

Astrological Sign

Pisces

Social Media

@BellesHart - Twitter

Bellamy doesn't quite have a social media presence yet (partly because her phone was of the dumb variety until recently), although she's got quite a good amount of Twitter followers. They like her sporadic drabble tweets (twabbles?) and her melodramatic accounts of her more listless days.

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"I heard Caelbury's founder hid a golden key somewhere on campus. Anyone up for a treasure hunt?"

Platinum Records - Closed

Sorry for the quietness! But it's finally my final final (;p) today, so I should get back to regular posting frequency soon.

Platinum Records - Closed

Took forever and a day, but I finally posted. Yay.

Also, we decided on Miami Over Moon, right? ;p