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Post by belle on Jan 31, 2013 1:25:09 GMT -5
 Belle Elizabeth French"just remember earth is solid
clouds can disappear."
Belle Elizabeth French
Call me, Belle, Ellie (a term of endearment only used by those closest to her) [/i][/blockquote] I blow out my candles on, September 30th 2005
I'm pushing,
Seventeen
You can tell by my attitude I'm a,Libra
I' was born a, Witch
I tend to crush on, Straight (likes men!)
Due to my rents I'm a,Halfblood [/i] [/blockquote] Sorting hat says I was born a,Ravenclaw
I'm in my,Seventh
Work is overrated, Housekeeper (in the summers and over breaks)
Oh look it's shiny,Wand: nine and a quarter inches, rosewood, unicorn tailhair
They say I look like, Lily Collins But I don't really see it- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You don't know your beautiful: ”Well it’s no wonder that her name means Beauty, her looks have got to parallel”
Unlike the character after whom she was named, Belle French is not spectacularly beautiful. It would be fair to say that her looks were striking, however, she has never considered herself much of anything to look at. Her face, in a typical feminine way, is round and soft, just as it ought to be. She has small lips, a button nose and small eyes: nothing that stands out as being extraordinarily beautiful or special. In colour, her eyes are a light hazel that leans almost towards gold. Her eyebrows are large and dark without being bushy, and she considers them to be the most striking thing about her entire face. Her nose, as I’ve already mentioned, was small and rounded, Her lips, full and red, her chin, pointed and delicate like a lady’s ought to be.
Size wise, she’s hardly intimidating. She stands at a menacing 5.4” and she weighs just under 8.6 stone. Her body is mostly just petite; she’s not really a curvy woman. This doesn’t bother her too much, because she has always been taught not to put a great emphasis on looks, however, occasionally she thinks she wouldn’t mind be taller, having a larger chest or better hips. As far as proportions go, she’s fairly evened out: just sized down a bit from the average person. Honestly, she knows she’s not the kind of girl anyone wants to see walking the runway: she’s far too short for that.
To complete her appearance, in clothing, her petite size makes finding pants rather hard, and so she generally sticks to dresses. Although she would like to be a tomboy, she is inherently feminine, and loves lace dresses, pinks frills and pretty shoes. She wears flats religiously because honestly, heels just aren’t all that practical, and she isn’t that short. She keeps her dark hair long, and generally leaves it to its natural curls. Putting it up is often practical, and it is not uncommon to see her with an up-do and a headband. What make me unique; Though her family was poor and seldom exchanged gifts, when she was three years old Belle’s father presented her with a book of fairy tales. Though it wasn’t much, she likes to think that a great deal of her personality originated within its pages. Belle is a girl who spent her entire life with her head stuck in the clouds and with a fanciful vision of reality.
For starters, seeing as she was an only child and it became the closest she had to a companion, she rather developed an affinity for words. Her Papa read to her, and she herself learned to read at a very young age. The book of fairy tales being one of the only books in the house, she read it until it’s spine was worn from use and it’s pages had been accidentally dog-eared or slightly ripped when she was turning the pages. She literally loved it to pieces. That love of reading is what gave her the love of words as well. Though people often use the words, pretty, clever, or nice to compliment her, one of the most flattering tributes ever given to her was a teacher who told her that she was eloquent. Not only is it a lovely word, but she appreciated the fact that someone had noticed her attempts at speaking properly instead of constantly reverting to the use of the word “awesome” as so many others her age do.
Though she is a good student, she is very prone to daydreaming in class and… well, frankly, she’s prone to daydreaming more or less everywhere. Those fairytales of hers remain in her head even though she’s legally an adult in the wizard world. Other than the fairy tales, she’s quite creative and often likes to allow her mind to wander. Sometimes, she makes up backstories for people she sees in the hallway. This person is secretly a princess, this person comes from a wealthy family but is in love with a girl of much lower status: her imagination tends to run rampant.
Her imagination and those fairy tales unfortunately contributed to a somewhat warped perception on love. Belle is a strong believer in true love, and she believes it to be more powerful than any magic conjured by any wizard or witch alive. She has this funny little idea that someday her Prince Charming will find her, or she’ll find him. She truly believes that love can completely change a person, and she’s somewhere between being unrealistic and foolish in her vision of it.
Nice isn’t a bad compliment either. Belle lived with only her father when she was younger, and the fact that all of her first interactions were based around love caused her to become a very loving person. She’s the sort of girl who wants to help strangers to the infirmary if they fall down the stairs, and she’s even considered becoming a Healer so that she can help other. Honestly, a Healer or a Librarian would do just fine. Frankly, the librarian is more likely. Not because she’s not clever enough for Healing, but because she can’t stand the sight of blood. Belle is one of those people who always sees the good in everyone. Occasionally, it takes her a little while to see it, but even in the most terrible person, she can find one area of light and virtue. Every person has motivation that they probably consider to be good.
It’s probably this gentleness that causes her to be so good with animals and children. She’s a sweet enough girl to appeal to even a creature as pure as a unicorn. Her innocence and kindness resonates with most people, however, it can also be a great fault to her. Accompanying her kindness is an idealistic sense of right and wrong, instilled in her by the books she reads. This leads to a bit of a hero complex. For example, when her father was being forced to pay back Mr. Hastings, she volunteered to go with him. He named his price, and of course, she was terrified, but she leaped at the chance to save her fathers life. It’s a naïve sort of stupidity that takes her in moments like that. She never considered the consequences of living with him for the rest of her life, she only liked the idea of being able to be a brave hero just like the people in her books.
Honestly, sometimes Belle thinks she’s rather boring. She’s a good girl with a pretty smile and nice attitude. She likes girly things and behaves in a generally feminine manner. At Mr. Hastings’ she tidies, cooks, cleans and keeps house for him. In a way, that’s one of the things she’s best at. Though she dreams of more, she often despairs that this is all there is for her: the mundane life of a maid and housekeeper. She dreams of being a heroine like the women in her books, but often she thinks that she’s simply not enough to be able to do something like that. She is rather unspectacular, as far as she can see. [/size] Likes; - Reading
- Gardens
- Roses
- Family
- Fairy Tales
- Sunshowers
- Children
- Most Animals
- The smell of new books
- Big libraries
- Sunny days
- Tea
Dislikes;- Thunderstorms
- Spiders
- Wolves
- Swimming (she can’t swim)
- The smell of nail polish
- Blood Purity
- The dark
- Jack-in-the-Boxes
- Real life’s concept of love
- Coffee
- Blood
- The colour black
- Being yelled at
- Throwing things/chaos
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Pet, n/a
Patronus, Doe
Living the teenage dream,
The French family name had always been a poor name. From a history of peasants and unwealthy merchants, Maurice French, or Mo as his friends affectionately called him, was a woodworker with no more money than any of his predecessors. Sometimes, the man thought to himself he oughtn’t marry and have children. God knows that once he turned eighteen and left home he could hardly provide for himself, much less for anyone else. Fortunately, he managed to lodge in the basement of an elderly couple in the town nearest the family farm: Bishop’s Waltham. Out of that basement, where he paid a fairly low price to live, he began to work as an apprentice for the elderly man who did all of the woodworking in town. The job was tedious and paid little, however, thanks to his work the reduced the price of his rent and that worked just fine for him.
He worked in the business many years as an apprentice until the old man retired as passed on the company to him. At this point, his aging parents had also passed on the family farm, and Mo was more or less financially independent. Regardless of this, his existence was still meager because living within his means was a strict life. He didn’t want to get married because it wasn’t practical, however, love doesn’t work like that. Isabelle Villeneuve was only eighteen years old, and he was twenty-two. She used to run errands for her parents, which often required her to bring in this clock or that chair for him to mend. Little did he know that she came in more to see him than to actually get anything for her parents. Isabelle was beautiful in a classic way. She struck him as the Audrey Hepburn type, and he was also rather infatuated with her. Since he didn’t consider love practical, and her parents wanted her to marry rich, it took them nearly three years to admit their feelings to one another. Contrary to her parents wishes they married and began a life together. They didn’t immediately have children, in fact, it wasn’t until she was twenty-seven that their first daughter, Belle, was born.
Unfortunately, with Belle’s birth came bad news: Isabelle has a hemorrhage, and she wouldn’t survive the childbirth process. It is extremely uncommon for it to happen in this day in age, but as Belle came into the world, her mother left it. Maurice was distraught, however, he vowed he would take care of their daughter and be the best father possible.
Even though they were far from wealthy, as a child, Belle wanted for very little. Anything they couldn’t afford her father would make or would bargain on. If they didn’t have much money for food, he wouldn’t eat. In th way that parents are, he always put her needs before his own, and in her younger years, she was too naïve to notice how her father’s stomach grumbled after he had missed a meal for what she considered “mysterious reasons”.
Belle grew up like most children in the muggle world. She played outside in the backyard when she was a kid, she wore muggle clothes, and she owned muggle toys: magic was a thing of fairy tales. Just like all other children, she went to primary school so that she could learn things like reading, writing, arithmetic, and science. School was fun. In fact, she liked school quite a lot and she proved to be an adept student. Before she had finished kindergarten, she was able to read and spoke more or less like a tiny adult. Belle absolutely devoured books and discovered that she was passionate for reading when she was very young. Fairy tales in particular, she loved. She loved the idea of a good love story and absolutely clung to the idea of a happily ever after. Her parents hadn’t gotten their happily ever after, so she liked to pretend that the concept was reality and that they exist.
Speaking of her parents, Belle’s relationship with her father became increasingly strong. The two of them were practically inseparable because they didn’t have anyone else. Although Belle had a few friends, her academic prowess made some kids think she was odd, and so she usually stuck to her father. Occasionally, when he was up to it, she would work in the shop with him and “help with woodwork”. By help with the woodworking I mean, of course, that she was given an inconsequential piece of wood and told to do what she wanted with it. As a young child, this suited her fine and she wasn’t particularly fussed over the fact that she wasn’t actually helping at all. Just being close with her Papa was enough for her.
Like all witches and wizards, the year Belle turned eleven years old, an owl showed up with a letter addressed to the young girl from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: it was a fairy tale come true. Her father was initially dubious, however, he eventually decided to entertain the idea. That trust is what flung the French family into a world of magic and wizards. Their first trip to Diagon Alley was… shocking, to say the least. Gringotts presented them with the unfortunately dismal exchange rate between pounds and sickles. Hogwarts, due to it’s special nature, required specific textbooks, cauldrons, and a wand that was never required for regular muggle school. If Maurice French had loved his daughter any less he would have refused to send her off to that magic school and he would have kept her at home. It certainly would have saved him a pretty penny to keep her with him. Instead, he spent the money and left himself void of certain luxuries for her benefit.
Hogwarts was the most spectacular place. For her studious nature and her love of education, she was sorted into Ravenclaw in her first year. She quickly excelled in all of her classes, becoming an expert potion-maker and wand-worker. She even managed to develop quite a few friends out of her housemates. For the first time in her life she felt truly accepted among her peers.
In her fourth year, her father’s ability to spend ran out. She had grown a lot over the summer and on top of needing new schoolbooks, she was also in need of new robes. When her father went to Gringotts he found that he no longer had the option of spending money he didn’t have. Spending any more would mean not having enough to pay the rent on his shop or to maintain the farm at home. Despairingly, they feared Belle would not be able to return to Hogwarts that year. It seemed like fortune at the time that Edmund, a boy in Belle’s year, was shopping with his older brother. The latter explained that he was a young mean wealthy beyond his needs and that so long as Maurice were able to pay him back in full by the next year, he would lend them the money for Belle’s school things. He seemed a nice man, and he even bought them ice cream at the end of the trip.
Maurice never kept any receipts, and when the next year came, Edmund’s brother had doubled the price he wanted paid to him. Maurice hadn’t that kind of money, but he also couldn’t prove that he had spent less. Cassio, the brother, proved to be not as nice as they’d originally thought. When Maurice explained that he couldn’t pay, Cassio told him that if he wasn’t paid, he would kill Maurice. That was obviously a terrifying thought, but the Frenches had no money, and so Cassio forced him to strike a bargain. No one would die if Belle came to live and work in the manor of young Mr. Hastings. Maurice refused, but Belle stepped in an accepted the offer. She promised her father that once she had worked off his debt, she would return to him.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t how his agreement worked. In exchange for her father’s life, Belle would remain in Cassio’s manor indefinitely. He would either release her or he would die. His demise alone could be her salvation. She was permitted to finish her last two years of school, so long as she could floo to his place on weekends, and she was forced to spend every holiday with him. Belle is seldom allowed to see her father. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I like to be called, LACEY!.
Forever young, sixteen years young.
Time is of the essence, MST. [/i] [/blockquote] I also play,- James Sirius Potter.
- Amelia Alice Longbottom
- Edmund Sebastian Hastings
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