Annabelle Bianchi

[annabelle]

001. NAME• Annabelle Bianchi
002. NICKNAME• Belle, Anna
003. AGE• 18
004. BIRTHDATE• 10-12-1990
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Venice, Italy

001. YOUR FACE• Keira Knightley
002. HAIR• Annabelle's hair is usually worn loose and long. She doesn't like to tie it up unless she has to fully concentrate on something, and only then are her brunette locks considered a distraction. If something goes wrong, she might cut her hair shorter out of irritation. It grows back quickly, but not supernaturally quickly.
003. EYES• Annabelle's eyes are dark and alluring. She uses them to get what she wants. They've been used to seduce, inspire pity, and stir up guilt. Over the years she has learned to keep her emotions out of her eyes unless she wants them there, but this isn't a perfected art yet.
004. HEIGHT• Annabelle rounds out at 5' 5''. She enjoys wearing heels to promote height.
005. WEIGHT• Annabelle is 105 lbs
006. BODY MODS• At this point in time, Annabelle does not have any piercings or tattoos. She might decide to get a tattoo done someday, but she isn't interested in facial or other body piercings.
007. FASHION/STYLE• As mentioned before, Annabelle likes wearing high heels to promote confidence. She's aware that a good pair of stilettos can make one appear sensual as well. Her style varies with her mood. When she's feeling optimistic about the day's prospects, she might wear a sundress or a nice skirt, but when she's feeling upset or angry, she will be found in a practical pair of torn-up jeans. Her clothing always carries a sensual mystic about it - Annabelle certainly walks the line.

001. LIKES• - Getting her way
- Pretty people - so long as they're not as pretty as her
- A good puzzle
- Raw passion
- Shoes
- Dancing
- Attention
002. DISLIKES• - Other pretty girls
- The dark
- Surgeons/doctor related things
- Authority
- Love songs
- Strong storms
- Attention-seekers
003. FEARS• - Never coming out on top
- Being trapped in a hospital
- Losing her natural beauty
- Ending up dependent on a relationship
- Being forced to listen to someone else for the rest of her life
004. STRENGTHS• - Belle can think on her feet.
- She recognizes her assets and plays them well.
- Her willpower is strong. She is determined to get what she wants and not settle for anything less.
- She can manipulate by playing to other people's emotions.
- She can take care of herself.
005. WEAKNESSES• - Vanity
- Arrogance
- Overly-confident
- Narrow-minded
- Attention-seeker
006. ODDITIES•- She will go to extremes to get attention.
- She hates the dark.
- She doesn't admit when she's nervous, but she does start tucking her hair behind her ears.
- She always wears a intricate bracelet made of silver around her wrist.
007. ORIENTATION• Bisexual
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• She believes she is the only one that matters.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Annabelle insists on having the spotlight shown on her at all times. She is very jealous and doesn't like it when other people come along to steal her place in society. She's living 'for the moment' by getting herself involved in more questionable areas of society. Vanity is perhaps her worse trait - she knows she is beautiful and she is willing to flaunt her sensuality to get what she wants, which is constant attention, no matter what that type of attention is. If she was raised properly, her intelligence would have gotten her into one of the finest academic institutions the world has to offer, but right now her intellectual potential goes untapped, save for when she uses it to get herself out of a less-than-favorable situation. She runs from relationships because she doesn't want to rely on anyone else to take care of her. She has always been very independent. One of her worst fears is being trapped in a relationship she can't get out of. This fear is part of the motivation behind her rather risque life style. She doesn't know when to be afraid - her mouth tends to run away with her sometimes. She's isn't bold or courageous so much as ignorant of when she should stop talking.

001. PARENT ONE• Leonard Bonaventi/deceased
002. PARENT TWO• Moiraine Bianchi/deceased
003. SIBLINGS• None.
004. PETS•None.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•Belle was an accident. She was the result of a well-dressed aristocrat seducing a poor maid. When Leonard discovered Moiraine was with child, he had her sent away to live in the country, where she gave birth to Belle. When Moiraine tried to return to Leonard with their child a few years later, Leonard publicly denied the child was his and had Moiraine taken care of later. Belle was left to grow up on the streets of Venice until her tenth birthday, when Leonard's associates found her and took her to live with her father once more.

Belle cared nothing for the man who had abandoned her and her mother, and didn't shed a tear for him when he died of a heart attack when she was 16. He left all of his wealth to her out of some strange random act of kindness. As a result, Belle is extremely wealthy and flaunts it. She has no desire to get a job and as a result, has never really developed a sense of responsibility. She would rather live as she pleases and let the spotlight rest on her.

While she was living on the streets, she made friends with a lot of the other street urchins and orphans. She did learn to take care of herself, but she quickly learned it was everyone for themselves. Kids could be brutal. Running from police that came after homeless kids like her and fighting other kids for food and trinkets made her strong and she didn't lose much of that muscle after she was forced to go live with Leonard. She hadn't wanted to leave the life she was living - Belle was never very good at accepting change.

Leonard tried to teach her how to dress and live in society, but she ignored him and rebelled as a child would. She took to drinking at the age of 14 and engaged in scandalous sensual activities on the eve of her 16 birthday with one of her father's friends who promised her more wealth and more power. He was simply using her and he disappeared after. Belle was heartbroken - she had believed she loved him and had given him everything. A few months later Leonard died and she was left with a title she had no interest for and a vast amount of wealth she decided to spend at her leisure.

Yo', my name is BELLE, and I've been the walking dead for 18 years, and I've been grave robbing for 4 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of GOOGLE and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• I had joined with this character a few months ago, but I had computer problems and when I went to log back in, the account was deleted. I'm trying this again, so if this profile looks familiar... that's why. Sorry.
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
He'd been hoping things went smoothly, and they both just sat down and stayed quiet. It would have been a blessing, especially now. In his mind, it would have dehumanized the situation further if they chose to just take what he'd said to them and obey like they were servants. He didn't want to think of Brianna or Oscar as a servant. It just would have all been so surreal, and he might have been able to pretend this wasn't happening, and everything that had already happened hadn't happened. If this was a nightmare, he wanted to wake up now. He was the omniscient narrator and the antagonist at the same time. He knew what would happen. He knew he would cause the trouble. And he couldn't wake himself up, couldn't do a thing about it. He just had to watch, almost in slow motion, as everything happened. God, he wanted to scream, to throw something, to fall down on his knees and just take the world in his hands and make everything stop. He knew he was destined to do something terrible eventually, but he didn't think it'd be this soon.

Bri sat down and politely refused anything else, but Oscar remained standing and swore at him, forcing him to realize he was in the same room with Oscar and Brianna, and not two agreeable mutes who'd do whatever he told them. That made everything hurt more. He couldn't pretend they were both someone else, someone who wouldn't care. The insides of his wrists were beginning to burn with a harsh, strange fire but he didn't flinch. This was what hell would feel like. Irritation welled up in him. No, it wasn't irritation - it was anger. Why couldn't Oscar just sit down and shut the hell up like Bri? Why the hell did Oscar have to care about him? God, Oscar always had to make things so damn difficult- no, that wasn't true. That wasn't true at all, and he felt sick with himself for even attempting to blame things on Oscar. Everything was his fault. He shouldn't have let the other boy get close in the first place. Viggo's shoulders might have tensed slightly when Oscar yelled at him, but other than that he remained calm, still facing the window, still not looking at either of them.

Until the glass shattered in his hand. Viggo blinked and looked down at the broken shards in his hand and on the floor. Only a few flecks of water had hit his shirt. Most of it had ended up in a puddle on the ground. He stepped away from it now, slowly and calmly, making sure his shoes stayed away from it. It occurred to him that the shattering had been loud and there was a deafening sort of silence now. His dark eyes moved back up to his reflection to make sure his face was still set with that calm determination before he turned. He tried his hardest not to let their facial expressions bother him as he stepped over to the table and gently set the broken glass down, brushing a few of the pieces off his sleeve with a calm, deliberate movement before he straightened again. He had a feeling Oscar wouldn't sit from the beginning, but he'd wanted to stall for time. That time was over now. He skipped over any remarks of concern they might have given. He couldn't bear to face any kindness they might have shown, especially now.

"This will be difficult for you to understand. It would be better for you if you didn't try." Anyone else might have stumbled over their words, but he didn't. There weren't any pauses or points where he slowed down or sped up. All of it was delivered in the calm, detached voice he'd been using. Even his eyes didn't betray any sort of pain he was feeling. They were darker than they usually were, but they didn't scream 'angry' or 'hurting'. The insides of his wrists throbbed again, reminding him of his plans. The time for stalling was past. "In a few moments I'm going to leave, and I will pretend our friendship never existed. I'm not leaving Hogwarts, for the time being. I'm just leaving you - and that's the way I want it." Had he really just said that? He sounded so cruel, so... no, there wasn't a word for it. "Don't think you've done anything wrong. You haven't." That wouldn't satisfy either of them, but he wasn't going to elaborate. "After this, I don't want to speak to either of you again. I don't want to associate with either of you ever again. I don't want to be near either of you. Don't try to contact me - I won't answer." His will to keep everything inside had held out. He remained just the same as he had been when he'd started. "This is the end of us."

He didn't linger on either of their faces. He'd already taken his last look, and it'd be better if he just appeared cold and emotionless, like he really didn't care about either of them. Like he wouldn't slice his burning wrists open with the glass if would erase all of the pain they were about to go through. With the same expression still locked in place, he headed for the door. He didn't pause as his hand closed around the handle and he turned it, pushing the door open and letting it swing shut behind him with a soft click. With the expression still locked firmly in place, he began to walk down the hall. There. It was over.

His wrists burned like fire.