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[Anastasia Belladona]

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Name: Anastasia Eris Belladona
Alias(es): “Asia Bell” is what she is called upon the ship. Ana to her close first mate and Captain Bell to her crew, not many know her first full name, as she prefers to be called Ana or Asia. Once in a while she would get an ‘Eris’ however it was dropped as soon as it was brought up.
Age&DOB: 23 & January 2nd 1691
Title: Pirate
Height: 5’9
Weight: 134 lb
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Brief Physical Description: Blond, tall, slim, and seductive. They are a great way to work your way in the pirate world. Boy or Girl, looks get you places and things you want. Long blond hair that is normally wild and out of place has been known to be smoothed back and placed in a black ribbon at the base of her neck, and shorter bits frame her round, yet thin face. Her eyes are more often then not outlined in kohl, and are the focal point of her appearance, being something beautiful and striking at the same time. A good portion of the time her hair is back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Other times she has it free with a three cornered hat upon her head.
Her thin, yet seductive body is often dressed in some what of the same outfit, a white loose blouse, a corset tightly laced, a pair of fitted black pants and knee high brown boots, a small heel at the back of most of the pair, to give her the extra inch she needs to look intimidating.
at the hip of each of her sides, she wears a pair of guns, and a sword. along with a few daggers on her body at all time. She never knew when she would find herself in the line of trouble, so she has one on every part of the body, each arm as a place for one, one on each hip, and one in each boot. She prefers her swords, though, and tries to use them as much as possible, rather then using guns or her daggers.

`AT WIT'S END

Likes:
x Colors
x Sweets
x Alcoholic beverages
x Sex
x Men
x Sex with handsome men
x Beauty
x Reading
x Intelligence
x Her Crew
x Snow
x gambling
x winning
x treasure
x looting
x being seductive to get what she wants
x Sword fights
x Intelligent conversations
x Her ship
Dislikes:
- Fish
- Warm Days
- Spicy things
- Overly sweet things
- The Navy
- not getting what she wants
- losing money
- blood
- Royals
- Curses and Superstition
- Losing
- Spending
- Woman in general
- The color yellow
Strengths:
- x. Her beauty, she often finds it makes it easier to get what she wants, or distracts some one long enough to corner them.
- x. Her Intelligence. She is a very literate woman, and often will indulge in reading anything knew that involves learning, to become more educated and strike up a conversation when
- x. Her age, it often keeps her more agile, and the fact that she is younger helps when she is fighting, and the fact she has more authority then many of the old timers do.

Weaknesses:
- xx. Her Temper. It’s the worst thing in the world, she can be happy one minute and mad the next, she tries to keep herself silent and calm mainly, otherwise..
- xx. Her mouth. She speaks quicker then she thinks, making it often times an uncomfortable situation to be in.
- xx. Blood. A weakness for any lady. Even one who has killed so many, she hates the site of it, and can’t stand her own site of blood. It’s revolting and makes her sick.

Personality Description: Bitchy, Sweet, sassy, and a flirt. This is what people can sum up Anastasia in.
Most of the problems start with her and her mood swings. She has them more often then when a girl has her period and ran out of her products.
Yes, that bad. However about ten times worse, considering she is a Pirate Captain and on a ship with men, who don't understand the needs of a woman and how they can change so easily.
She is relatively quiet most of the time, she can be found in the library or out on a walk, but years of being a wild pirate has brought her to her senses, and she often finds that what young people enjoy she finds rather boring. She has done it all before, and she has finally settled back upon her age and let others do what they would like. She enjoys being rather respected, even for her young appearance. She has more agile reflexives and is relatively a bit stronger then most. This doesn’t help when she needs to fit in.

She takes life for all that it was worth, knowing that something better is around the corner, and you simply have to look on the bright side. She always enjoys walking along the streets of whatever island she lands on alone, or with her first mate or whoever wishes to join her in a walk. She has found herself being alone more times then not even on a cramp ship, as it is the most time that she has to be around people. She doesn’t like going out and finding people, she would rather have people come to her because she rarely wants to intrude on others personal lives. The only time she wants to be with people is when she is in a good mood. When she has high spirits and she enjoys drinking with her crew after a long day of pillaging and plundering merchant ships. Other time she drinks aged rum by herself in her quarters and reads.
Though she isn’t religious, she has taken a tendency to go read from the bible and keep a rosary tucked inside her corset. Her mother was such a clam when it came to religion, always believing that they were damned. So Asia kept them with her, even though her family is long gone, she doesn’t mind keeping them close at hand. It’s a touchy subject, her family, and she prefers to keep it that way, out of other people’s lives. She already disrupted most of her crews’ life when she came out as a woman, so she doesn’t indulge their curiosity further.

When it comes to friends… those are downfalls of hers; though she can be happy and rather social, she isn't one to reach out and make friends, but rather mere name basis encounters. She hasn't been able to find a true friend in a while, but she hasn't really found some one who takes her fancy as a friend. Royals are the way to money, and unless they got a damn good reason, villagers are the same; this is her rule. So she doesn't associate that much with others, including pirates, unless its necessary.
Enemies are rather...well, Piss her off, and you will find yourself digging your own grave. She treats enemies with little to no kindness, and rather they are next to royal on her list; Underfoot and only there to get out of the way. She has a bad temper, and she has killed to many men to care about who her swords impale next. She has lost a few crew members because of her temper. Hence her nick name ‘Bloody Bella.’
The only time she will show the emotion of love, is when you get her talking about her old love. You can often get that she is thinking about him when she holds a locket in her hand, and though it’s old fashioned and the silver is worn, it’s the only thing she has to remember him by, except a glimmer that she might have seen him again. She would also sing their simple song he would sing to her. Let it be pathetic, and strange to her hard, outer tough shell, Asia has the soft spot for her previous lover, and she can’t help but keep looking on the horizon for him.

`LUX AETERNA

Ethnicity: English / Danish
Hometown: Barrow, England
Family:
Roden Belladon [Sixty seven] [Dead]
Eva Pierce Belladon [Fifty five] [Dead]
Benjamin Belladon [Twenty nine] [Solider]
Daniel Belladon [Twenty] [Merchant]
Catherin Nickles [Sixteen] [Housewife and mother]
Orientation: Heterosexual
Current Relationship: None
Past Relationship(s):
Edward Scattasen [Thirty three] [Navy Captian]
Aiden Drewette [Thirty Four] [Pirate capitan of ‘The Black Viper’]
History:

The Belladon’s history is close to a normal life. Rodon and Eva were married by arranged marriage when she had turned six, and by age eighteen she was married to the strong young 30 year old. Though they didn’t get along at first, they did learn to love one another, and nine months after their first love encounter, they had one part of their little family. Benjamin was a strong young babe and had a brilliant smile with almost nothing to cry about. He was the easiest of the children, by far. And it wasn’t surprised that he helped around the house when his mother once again became pregnant after three years of discussion after Benjamin’s third birthday. The little boy and big strong father were excited at the thought of another little family member, while Eva just continued to try to go through her normal chores.
Months came and went, and soon the New Year had come, the family celebrating with the rest of the small village, dancing, drinking, and merriment abound. A few hours after that, there was a loud commotion, and the celebrating stopped so they could celebrate another grand occasion. If new years hadn’t been a big deal for the small town, then the next day would bring them into a grand celebration. Eva had been in labor for twenty eight hours when finally, there was a baby’s cry, and a beautiful blond girl was brought forth into the world. She was a screamer, upset to be pulled from her warm mothers’ womb and into a new, cold, and bright world.

Since Eva had named her young boy, it was Rodon’s turn to name the child; however it wasn’t the father who came up with the name.
The young brother of the baby had come forward and looked at the baby in his mothers arm. “Hey! She looks like the doll mommy has.” He stated, looking at the baby and Eva looked at the china doll in the corner of the room she hadn’t the heart to throw away. Ana…the dolls name had been Ana. Yet Rodon continued to look at the girl, and smiled after a few minutes. “Anastasia, she looks like an Anastasia.”
So she was named.

Anastasia grew up with her younger siblings and elder brother with as much as a sailing merchant’s family could. Like every other girl in her family, Anastasia had been given the chance to go to a local clergy, and had chance to learn how to write and read from a monk who had been a friend of the families. She enjoyed the study of the new ideas, and was a very inquisitive child, and she had said she wanted to be one of two things. She wanted to be a good wife, and a teacher, like her teacher had taught her. Though she would learn at a small age that she wouldn’t ever get the chance to be the teacher she wanted. She was already arranged to marry a man who had a good stance in the army, and was sixteen years older then herself, and when a ten year old meets her future husband, when he is twenty three, it’s a large gap, that she didn’t wish to fill.
And lucky for her, she still had her child like, indifferent features, so he had been rather saddened by her plane looks.

Anastasia had the tendency to wear her brothers clothing, the slacks, the cotton tie string shirt, and a pair of boots. She could pass off as her brother Daniel, though he was younger, and no one would notice. She would join other boys in sword fighting games, wrestling in the mud, and hide and seek. Though when she had turned twelve, she was discovered to be a girl, when she wouldn’t join them swimming, and they had had thrown her in, only to have her brother see her swimming back to shore. Now, her brother had recently turned eighteen, and though he had allowed it to slide, he couldn’t allow her any longer.
“Anastasia get out of the water! That is no way for a young lady to act!”
She was horror struck, and the boys had almost been shocked to discover their favorite play mate was a girl. Almost, though, because then they had laughed at her, and teased her back into her house, yelling at her with things that wives should do. Oh, in two years they would regret it. They would indeed.

She had turned sixteen in no time, and those boys who had once teased her had then started to flirt with her, she had become quiet a looker, and though she had a flirtatious streak, she would often laugh, take their flowers and feed them to the pigs later on that day. She had become the perfect heartbreaker.
That was, she had been, and might have been something more, if the pirates hadn’t come onto her fathers boat that one faithful year.

It would be her first year upon her fathers boat, he was going to London and she had wished to join him, so they made their merchant ship trip, with Asia getting a few new outfits while they went, and yet she had found herself more comfortable in the boy clothing she had once taken upon. Even her hair had been tucked away, and with the lack of a chest and make up she took the appearance of a man. So that night when she was reading in her cabin, and there was shouting upon deck, she grabbed the sword she always had near, and jumped up on the top deck only to face a crew of pirates, and their Capitan. They wanted medicine and supplies. Once they got what they needed, they offered them both, and the rest of the crew, the chance to join them.

Her father had refused right off the back, and then when it came to her.
“What do you say, Boy? Why not live away from the life you live, and join us. It’s the best kind of life you can live…”
She glanced at her father, and then looked forward. Either way, the ship would be smashed and sunk, but there was the idea of her getting away from her family, her friends…
“Where to I sign?”
Her father had been upset, calling out to her, however she had just said “He is old, he gets me and my sister mixed up all the time.” She had used her darker voice, and once she was on the ship, she became a he.

For four years, she paraded as a man, drinking, gold, fighting, the only thing she stayed away from was the woman, and she would laugh, smirking “Why would I waste money on a pleasure that lasts for seconds, when I have rum and gold that lasts forever?!”
The only person who would know, would be a cabin boy named Aiden. The pair of youngsters where a pair of the strongest on the boat, so when Adam, as Asia had taken herself to be called, had become first mate, he became the second in command. The pair were hard workers, cutthroat, and relatively well to get along with.
Two months before the Capitan was due to retire, (He had wanted a life on land, his sea legs were too dried for him.) Anastasia took Aiden into her quarters, and exposed a deep secret bottle inside. She was a girl after all, and girls had a fonder heart then most, even young pirates.
She had her back against the door and had kissed him on the lips.
Aiden pushed her away, sickened and disgusted.
“You’re a faggot! No wonder the woman didn’t appeal to you!” he had about drawn his sword, when for the first time in four years, Anastasia spoke, not Adam.
“I would be a faggot if I liked woman.”
Her voice was still sweeter then honey, she had used it once in a while when she was alone. But none the less, it was a little darker from speaking as a man. She had taken off her shirt to revile the bounded bandages around her breasts, and the fact she didn’t have a man part. He believed her, and the pair had found one another in a secret bond. She was as good, if not better then any man.

Two months later, the Capitan was sent on land for the last time, He then gave over the Scarlet Swan, the boat he loved more then life itself, to Adam. They sailed off, and by the next morning, when they came a knocking, they where stunned to discover not a man, but a woman as a captain. It was an outrage, a scandal, and many of the men had been so furious they demanded the get the position. Anastasia, dressed for the first time in ages in a corset and more fitted pants and boots, drew her swords and had her long hair tied back, smirking as if the devil himself was in her body.
“Come on then, fight me! I was better then you as a man why should it change now that I am a woman? I was given an equal chance; even the old man didn’t know I was a woman! So I challenge you to fight me, to see if I am wrong!”

They fought.
The men lost. Anastasia won. So she kept her position, but at the cost of losing a few of the men. To her surprised many stayed though. And the Scarlet Swan was then under the supervision of Asia Bell, or Captain Bell. Aiden became her first mate, and though they were harder then steal and tougher then rocks on the outside, the pair was affectionate lovers by night; they even had romanced thoughts about marriage. Though Asia laughed at it, saying marriage was for land woman, and she was a water woman, a pirate, and pirates don’t marry. They were close, and even the small gifts they exchanged, announcing their love to one another, never seemed enough when you just had to look in the others eyes to see their feelings.
One of the gifts she had been given was her last. It was a locket, silver and old, with a written scripture in English with a pair of A’s on the other side.
‘A wondering spirit and a fire heart have never had a sweeter love then ours.’
She had loved it; it was the perfect gift for her. And it would be the last thing she would ever get.

A week later, Scarlet Swan was under attack by a Navel ship, and an enemy pirate ship. Hopping to steal the gold on both, they had fought, and Scarlet won, but at a price.
Only after the fighting stopped, Ana noticed that Aiden hadn’t been seen, and only after that the sickening truth set in. He had been thrown overboard, and the current had taken him far away, only God knew where he could have been. Instead of breaking down though, she pretended that nothing happened. She had gained a few crew members; they looted the ships, and then sunk the ships, leaving the rest for the sharks.

It was then that they searched through he warm waters for Aiden, but never found him.
Asia broke down into a cry on her bed, having never felt so much heartbreak before, and yet, she was optimistic, the believed he was out there some where, and he would return…she had his heart and he had hers.
Three years later, she still has her dreams of finding him, but they are off to the side. She has bigger fish to catch, more ships to loot, and even more treasure to gather.






RP Sample:

{This is a intro to a time travel role play, its not part of a site, just mine <3}

"I wonder what we can do on the flight."
"Flirt?"
"Besides that, I mean, /Really/ do on the flight?"
"While you make out with Austin, I will be making out with Justin!"
Giggling.

It was normal flirting, giggling and gossip as you entered the museum, and even as she watched her best friends flirting with others, Arora couldn't help but wince as she noticed all the god damn happy couples.
"Damn you, England." she murmured to herself, for, that is where they were at the moment. England. It was beautiful and so romantic, but really, it was sick how almost all of her class was either set up together, or were so hormonal that it was as if they were secretly fucking one another with their eyes and holding hands.

Arora Smith, Arie or Rory, for short, had not wanted to join her history class upon this trip. No, she wanted to be home in California with her mother an father and even her older brothers and younger sisters. She was rather disgruntled, to see hands being squeezed and bodies rubbing against one another. Rory ran a pale hand through her Strawberry blond hair, and then set it upon her bare neck. She looked some what of the picture perfect Cali girl. Blond hair, beautiful fashion which was apparent even then, and yet, having a kind heart and soft smile. She had chosen her outfit today because it was their last day in this god forsake place, and her last pair of clean clothing. Her shirt was a white tank top covered by a black hoodie, white strips going horizontally, making her seem as if she had broken out of prison, but it worked for her. Her legs were covered by long, thin, and ripped blue jeans. Her warm tan legs could be seen down the pants to a pair of flats black and pink in color.

Rory continued to brush hair from her face, growing frustrated with the long wavy blond hair that reached longer then her shoulders, but just enough. the bangs continued to fly into chocolate brown eyes which where outlined slightly in black, and made her eyes stand out.

She was a bit behind the other group as they walked through the museum, pausing as she noticed a pale plastic covering a section saying 'Do Not Enter, Under Remodel' and a sly grin passed over her face. She looked over at her teacher, and the rest of her class, and she hurried over to the section, and once they were out of sight, she slipped into the room, hardly moving the plastic covering as she slipped inside.

It was a section of mythology. Great for England, because they had so many love stories of knights in shinning armor coming to the rescue of young damsels...it was a life that Arora had loved to be in.
There was only one wall finished, and there lay a beautiful silver ring, a small sapphire laying in its center, laying in an unlocked, open case in front of her.
She looked around the wall, and she read the story behind them.

'Long ago, When myths were of dragons and maiden, there was a man, a normal farmer's son who had large fields situated next to a glorious forest full of fruit trees and wild vegetables. Though he was well off, he didn't seem to please any other men who had daughters, for none would allow him to marry a daughter, even the ugliest ones in town. The man stayed alone in his home, unloved and uncared for, until a stoke of luck passed his way. He was working in the farms one day, when the young man discovered a injured beauty laying among his recently planted crops. Hurrying from the pulling of weeds, he glanced over her, and saw her breathing, and yet also saw the small blood that dripped from the wound.

He brought her into his home, and called for a doctor, who was a friend of the families and came for free to the home, where he sewn up the young women's wounds, and she was sleeping peacefully on his bed, where he watched over her when he had time." She raised an eyebrow, looking at the ring, and then at the story, and she continued.
"The women had soon awoken, and was unsure were she was. After explaining who she was and were she was from, she had stated that she was a daughter of a merchant that was a few towns over, and had been attacked by a group of thieves, she was able to escape, but not before getting stabbed by one of them. She had told him her thanks,and asked if she could mail a letter to her father, to ask him to come to retrieve her, and in that time, she would be willing to work around his home. The man had agreed, but in the two weeks he took care of her, and she took care of him, he had fallen in love with her, and would dread the day that she would separate from him.

He had enough money to go out and buy her a gift, a single gift that was from his heart. It was a ring, a ring of love. He presented it to her, and asked for her hand. She accepted, and when her father came, he granted his permission to marry his daughter.
The ring has been passed down from generations, each time the female wearer will find herself hurt, and in the protection of her true love. This is why the band is called the band of love, and has since caused many others to find love in the strangest of ways."

Arora raised an eyebrow and looked at the ring, her hand reaching out and placing the ring into her palm. The alarm never announced itself, meaning they never got it working yet. But it was when Arora placed the ring onto her finger, did she discovered something that would change her life forever.

She felt a shock of electricity and she yelped, going to pull the ring off her finger but only to notice that it was turning into dust, and the silver and blue started to swirl around her. A warm and comforting feeling enveloped her, but it didn't stop her from starting to panic. After she noticed that her clothing was changing rapidly. Her shoes turned into a pair of leather boots, hidden by a long dress soft earth green and aqua blue swirls. Arora felt her breath start to decrease as she felt a corset latched onto her chest, and become tight, as her already slim body turned even more slim and delicate. The chest was low, showing off a small amount of cleavage, and finally, her sleeves turned long, and became more bell like. She felt her hair grow long and small pieces began to braid themselves, and she looked at her body, Oh god, if only life was that easy...wait..this wasn't normal, nor cool, nor anything like this! it was insane...take a breath Arora...

Finally, after shutting her eyes and opening them, she looked up, and a dagger was aiming at her stomach, where it pierced the dress and to her stomach made her scream, pulling out and disappearing, but leaving a large wound in her flesh, dripping onto the fine outfit making her weak.

She held it, and watched the dust continue to swarm her, until she watched the room disappear, and melt around her, into a lush green field next to a forest, a dirt road a few meters away, and a house not too far from her vision. it was then that she felt dizzy, and she lowered herself to the ground onto her knees, and from the pain, fell off to the side, blood dripping across her stomach and starting to pool, but not completely bad..
But that wasn't the problem...
It was that she was now part of time...
Part of a world that she didn't belong to.

This post has been edited by Jacques Broussard on Mar 15 2008, 06:38 AM

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