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"Eternally, BelleBlair"
“In strode a tall, slender, young woman with smooth blemish less skin like charcoal. A lovely Twi’lek of breath taking beauty with deep olive eyes granted him a small lop sided smile and spoke with a soft, husky voice of delivered smoothness.
“I am BelleBlair.” She said, her muzzled Lekku lightly shuddering in their restraints.
She wore atop her dignified head a black cap; Its belted holds dangling and red lensed goggles peaking The horned head, which rose at two stiff but flexi points.
BelleBlair’s thick lashes kissed her skin as she shut her eyes momentarily in thought, allowing her lips a small twitch of silent -one noted laughter.
Her Brain tails dangled behind her with black sleeved ends, pointed decoratively like arrow heads.
“The Twi’leks call me human; the human’s call me Twi’lek. The rich say I am a Slave, the poor call me wealthy…” she paused, turning to face her companion.
“I have been all those things…But I have always and forever will have been BelleBlair.”
(A ton more drawings then necessary will be posted soon)
NAME: BelleBlair
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Twi’lek
AGE: 21
GENDER: female
HEIGHT: 5’9”
WEIGHT: 120
EYES: olive green.
HAIR: none, she does however; wear her Lekku restrained in tight muzzles.
SKIN: Slate grey.
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: muzzled Lekku willingly; is often described as “smelling of Everlily and Jade roses.”
DOMINATE HAND: Right
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
STRENGTH: Average but with great emotional capacity.
DEXTERITY: Very agile.
CONSTITUTION: Resilient aside from her repulsion of blood.
INTELLIGENCE: BelleBlair is a deep thinker with a keen mind and sharp intuition.
WISDOM: An understanding compassionate woman with reserved judgment.
CHARISMA: BelleBlair is Known for her pretty face and tilted smile. She is slightly Hemaphobic and often keeps her Lekku muzzled to avoid ridicule by Twi'leki speakers. Having little knowledge of the language itself her clumsy (mostly involuntary) movements betray her intellect- She is very self conscious about this short coming. When around her family she often acts uncharacteristically submissive, unable to break the habits she picked up while belonging to them as property- despite their acceptance.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS:
Great with bartering and social interactions, Lithe and calculating in battles, using her size and surroundings to her advantage amongst other things. Mr. Anjule, her adoptive father instilled in her a great interest in weaponry, a vast knowledge of blasters and an ardor of sabers.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Weaknesses: Due to her childhood bullying she is quite sensitive to any mockery aimed at her lack of cultural knowledge, or social standing. She has a minor fear of blood and is repulsed and sometimes ill or stunned by it in large quantities. Her Lekku are very fragile beneath their restraints and she often times underestimates this (considering they aren’t exposed often)
Strengths: Weapon experience (though more for sport then combat), quick reflexes and a great strategist.
GEAR:
She normally adorns a black headdress resembling a pilot’s cap with small pointed peaks; It also has a chin strap she wears unfastened a majority of the time. Her Lekku muzzles are pointed with ends shaped like arrow heads that bind the tails,rendering them stiff.
Rarely used for more then looks, BelleBlair posses goggles of infer red.
Her weapon of choice is a small slug thrower pistol, modified to fire Hollow shells filled with a liquid that can disintegrate holes in most (but not all) types of armor.
SHIP:
A small silver land speeder, lovingly dubbed “Ammo.”
PETS:
N/A
PERSONALITY:
BellBlair is favored amongst children for her serene, welcoming nature (motherly and patient). Her years of servitude have left her molded for obedience to superiors (she takes order’s well unless she questions their ethics) but her freedom has left her with a distaste for oppression of any kind.
She is cool headed and logical with supreme control over her emotions, BellBlair is a trusting woman and merciful on most accounts (she does not, however take treachery well)
She enjoys the company of humorous people (she likes to laugh and be entertained) who play the court jester for her amusement. She is loyal and sincere.
HISTORY:
BelleBlair (Born: Belleb’lair and later given the name by repeated mispronunciation from her human parents) Was the daughter of a prominent woman of Ryloth. Later Placed into slavery. She was raised by humans, loosing touch with her culture and adopting theirs accordingly. Residing in Coruscant after her freedom was deemed, she currently lives a stable existence finding her place amongst the galaxy, abhorring its underworld and seeking to somehow contribute to its salvation.
Early Life:
“I remember “Nerra“, It was the first word I traded for “brother” when I met mine…
I remember Obyrru, for I said it many times; I remember “Hirani”, Its what the traders called me …
But most of all I remember “Ryma”. Yes. I will never forget that word, for as long as I live.”
-BelleBlair, speaking about the little Twi’leki she recalls.
BellBlair was a serious child. She was made to act like an adult all of her early years; her mother was a kind woman but habitually cold.
The two lived a quiet life together for seven years before her parent was taken.
Her mother was a proud woman of high standing and grace, a true lady with a manner of great decency. Her stature made her fall only harder. Shamed and abandoned by her peers she was stripped of her title and all political involvement. Sought out and sold out by previous enemies and competitors- She was a figure of interest in the slave trade.
The Lethan strove to keep her dignity about her as her possessions were seized and she joined their ranks. The descent from grace drove her into an emotional breakdown; much to her purchaser’s delight.
As the traders tore her from her child and home she broke free only once,
Forcefully taking a hold of her only daughter’s shoulders and pulling her close, she whispered:
“Do not forget me. I will come back for you. I will find you- do not forget me.”
As the dealer’s wrenched her away she resisted no more and resigned herself to an unknown destination . She left dignified and full of sorrow at the uncertainty of her only daughter’s fate.
Servitude:
Mrs. Anjule: “ Honestly darling she’s much cuter then that awful man you nearly bought- Come here Honey, sit with me.(puts child on her lap, squeezing her affectionately)”
Mr. Anjule: “Love, that’s probably not best….She’s hardly used to you.”
Mrs. Anjule: “Well she had better get used to me then.”
-Mr. and Mrs. Anjule after their acquisition of Young Belleblair on the ride home.
BelleBlair was later taken in as a young servant to a wealthy family, The Anjules, whom had two sons close to her age.
The couple purchased her from a trader when Mrs. Anjule gushed over the young girl’s beauty and expressed a kindly interest in her sorrowful face. The lady Anjule was a somewhat pushy woman with sleek hair and the deep set eyes like that of bird of prey; her husband was a quiet weapon’s enthusiast of great tenacity and protectiveness of the women in his life.
Though originally seeking to purchase an adult, rather then a child, Mr. Anjule was quickly swayed by his wife’ s pleas, considering the Twi'lek girl a gift much like a pet.
The prosperous humans treated her kindheartedly and came to regard her with filial affection, doting on her as if she were their own; save for her task and duties around the household. BelleBlair was a beloved ward and well taken care of, often times included with the couple’s children Mullen and Esteban on outings, whom BelleBlair grew fond of and bonded with as if they were her own brothers.
She tended to the chores and orders of the family with obedience and was particularly loved by the lady of the house who had yet to have a daughter of her own.
As BellBlair came of age her foster family enlisted her generously in education along side the Anjule brothers. She was mocked and labeled their plaything by her peers for taking menial orders from the pair in class.
Fellow Twi'leks did not associate themselves with her slave title and few others came to call her friend in the public eye.
When she became a young woman (of beauty and poise like her mother) The family she had grown to know announced they would be moving else where, leaving the Twi'lek behind. She would have her freedom, the household and a handsome sum along with their blessing. The day before their departure BellBlair Anjule was given a final task. She was to go to the market and get the family basic supplies they needed for their journey-a simple chore, One she had preformed many times previously.
The market was a crowded, loud, place and within its boisterous mobs she met an elderly woman. Taking the decrepit hag for a beggar she ignored the lady’s pleas, struggling to shoo her off. The poor pile of rags would not relent, speaking only in hurried Twi'leki-
BelleBlair’s forgotten native language (save for a few basic words).
The persistence of the old beggar began to ware away at BelleBlair’s already cracked composure and as she continued to plead, her desperation peaked to harassment. The elderly Twi'lek seized the forearm of the younger, hysterically beseeching , shaking and pulling, prodding and hanging onto BelleBlair’s body with urgency.
“ ‘Off of me old woman!” BellBlair snarled.
She wrenched away her body and cruelly assaulted the senior with the blunt force of her palm.
“Away from me~! There is nothing for you!“ she shouted furiously.
“I have nothing for you!”
The small old lady stared, her hand on her red stinging cheek as tears began to fall from her eyes.
She bowed her head weakly and disappeared into the crowd.
Her mother had kept her promise, BelleBlair had just failed to keep her end of the deal.
The two never again met. The guilt left her eternally regretful as she watched the
familiar back limp once again, where she could not follow.
Brothers:
Kimber : “..Auntie Blair is different through, she’s gray.”
Feina : “What do you mean?”
Kimber : “She’s different; from dad I mean.”
Feina : “Of course she is! She’s a girl, duh!”
- Esteban Anjule’s Young daughters, Kimber and Feina.
Mullen and BelleBlair share an odd relationship
While Esteban went on to marry and father two daughters ( now of age enough to question why their aunt is a Twi‘lek and their father a Human),
Mullen became a monster before her was even a man.
On one occasion in their youth an older gentlemen offered to buy their new sister, to which the boy agreed, asking for a high price. Esteban interjected and the boys fought, escalating into a physical brawl before their father arrived to punish them both. It was the start of many events that left the family vigilant towards their elder son when the Twi’lek was concerned.
Esteban was the gentler of the two boys, whom the girl quickly formed a strong bond with. Mullen was far more aggressive and took advantage of his “ownership” of her to embarrass and degrade BelleBlair as a child, forming a wall and rivalry with his sibling for his cruel behavior.
Though as the children grew to young adults his disposition shifted. Mullen took a liking to Belleblair that edged on inappropriate.
He currently roams Lower Coruscant selling death sticks and wracking up debt.
Concerned for her brother’s well being for her family’s sake and putting their past aside; his former servant has comes to his aid several times.
None of which has ever brought about a change in his destructive behavior.
Esteban and She remain close.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A.
ROLE-PLAYS:
The Living Illusion: A Missing Child Case For The BHG
"We're gonna crash!!!"
"Bad Eyes"
“In strode a tall, slender, young woman with smooth blemish less skin like charcoal. A lovely Twi’lek of breath taking beauty with deep olive eyes granted him a small lop sided smile and spoke with a soft, husky voice of delivered smoothness.
“I am BelleBlair.” She said, her muzzled Lekku lightly shuddering in their restraints.
She wore atop her dignified head a black cap; Its belted holds dangling and red lensed goggles peaking The horned head, which rose at two stiff but flexi points.
BelleBlair’s thick lashes kissed her skin as she shut her eyes momentarily in thought, allowing her lips a small twitch of silent -one noted laughter.
Her Brain tails dangled behind her with black sleeved ends, pointed decoratively like arrow heads.
“The Twi’leks call me human; the human’s call me Twi’lek. The rich say I am a Slave, the poor call me wealthy…” she paused, turning to face her companion.
“I have been all those things…But I have always and forever will have been BelleBlair.”
(A ton more drawings then necessary will be posted soon)
NAME: BelleBlair
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Twi’lek
AGE: 21
GENDER: female
HEIGHT: 5’9”
WEIGHT: 120
EYES: olive green.
HAIR: none, she does however; wear her Lekku restrained in tight muzzles.
SKIN: Slate grey.
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: muzzled Lekku willingly; is often described as “smelling of Everlily and Jade roses.”
DOMINATE HAND: Right
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
STRENGTH: Average but with great emotional capacity.
DEXTERITY: Very agile.
CONSTITUTION: Resilient aside from her repulsion of blood.
INTELLIGENCE: BelleBlair is a deep thinker with a keen mind and sharp intuition.
WISDOM: An understanding compassionate woman with reserved judgment.
CHARISMA: BelleBlair is Known for her pretty face and tilted smile. She is slightly Hemaphobic and often keeps her Lekku muzzled to avoid ridicule by Twi'leki speakers. Having little knowledge of the language itself her clumsy (mostly involuntary) movements betray her intellect- She is very self conscious about this short coming. When around her family she often acts uncharacteristically submissive, unable to break the habits she picked up while belonging to them as property- despite their acceptance.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS:
Great with bartering and social interactions, Lithe and calculating in battles, using her size and surroundings to her advantage amongst other things. Mr. Anjule, her adoptive father instilled in her a great interest in weaponry, a vast knowledge of blasters and an ardor of sabers.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Weaknesses: Due to her childhood bullying she is quite sensitive to any mockery aimed at her lack of cultural knowledge, or social standing. She has a minor fear of blood and is repulsed and sometimes ill or stunned by it in large quantities. Her Lekku are very fragile beneath their restraints and she often times underestimates this (considering they aren’t exposed often)
Strengths: Weapon experience (though more for sport then combat), quick reflexes and a great strategist.
GEAR:
She normally adorns a black headdress resembling a pilot’s cap with small pointed peaks; It also has a chin strap she wears unfastened a majority of the time. Her Lekku muzzles are pointed with ends shaped like arrow heads that bind the tails,rendering them stiff.
Rarely used for more then looks, BelleBlair posses goggles of infer red.
Her weapon of choice is a small slug thrower pistol, modified to fire Hollow shells filled with a liquid that can disintegrate holes in most (but not all) types of armor.
SHIP:
A small silver land speeder, lovingly dubbed “Ammo.”
PETS:
N/A
PERSONALITY:
BellBlair is favored amongst children for her serene, welcoming nature (motherly and patient). Her years of servitude have left her molded for obedience to superiors (she takes order’s well unless she questions their ethics) but her freedom has left her with a distaste for oppression of any kind.
She is cool headed and logical with supreme control over her emotions, BellBlair is a trusting woman and merciful on most accounts (she does not, however take treachery well)
She enjoys the company of humorous people (she likes to laugh and be entertained) who play the court jester for her amusement. She is loyal and sincere.
HISTORY:
BelleBlair (Born: Belleb’lair and later given the name by repeated mispronunciation from her human parents) Was the daughter of a prominent woman of Ryloth. Later Placed into slavery. She was raised by humans, loosing touch with her culture and adopting theirs accordingly. Residing in Coruscant after her freedom was deemed, she currently lives a stable existence finding her place amongst the galaxy, abhorring its underworld and seeking to somehow contribute to its salvation.
Early Life:
“I remember “Nerra“, It was the first word I traded for “brother” when I met mine…
I remember Obyrru, for I said it many times; I remember “Hirani”, Its what the traders called me …
But most of all I remember “Ryma”. Yes. I will never forget that word, for as long as I live.”
-BelleBlair, speaking about the little Twi’leki she recalls.
BellBlair was a serious child. She was made to act like an adult all of her early years; her mother was a kind woman but habitually cold.
The two lived a quiet life together for seven years before her parent was taken.
Her mother was a proud woman of high standing and grace, a true lady with a manner of great decency. Her stature made her fall only harder. Shamed and abandoned by her peers she was stripped of her title and all political involvement. Sought out and sold out by previous enemies and competitors- She was a figure of interest in the slave trade.
The Lethan strove to keep her dignity about her as her possessions were seized and she joined their ranks. The descent from grace drove her into an emotional breakdown; much to her purchaser’s delight.
As the traders tore her from her child and home she broke free only once,
Forcefully taking a hold of her only daughter’s shoulders and pulling her close, she whispered:
“Do not forget me. I will come back for you. I will find you- do not forget me.”
As the dealer’s wrenched her away she resisted no more and resigned herself to an unknown destination . She left dignified and full of sorrow at the uncertainty of her only daughter’s fate.
Servitude:
Mrs. Anjule: “ Honestly darling she’s much cuter then that awful man you nearly bought- Come here Honey, sit with me.(puts child on her lap, squeezing her affectionately)”
Mr. Anjule: “Love, that’s probably not best….She’s hardly used to you.”
Mrs. Anjule: “Well she had better get used to me then.”
-Mr. and Mrs. Anjule after their acquisition of Young Belleblair on the ride home.
BelleBlair was later taken in as a young servant to a wealthy family, The Anjules, whom had two sons close to her age.
The couple purchased her from a trader when Mrs. Anjule gushed over the young girl’s beauty and expressed a kindly interest in her sorrowful face. The lady Anjule was a somewhat pushy woman with sleek hair and the deep set eyes like that of bird of prey; her husband was a quiet weapon’s enthusiast of great tenacity and protectiveness of the women in his life.
Though originally seeking to purchase an adult, rather then a child, Mr. Anjule was quickly swayed by his wife’ s pleas, considering the Twi'lek girl a gift much like a pet.
The prosperous humans treated her kindheartedly and came to regard her with filial affection, doting on her as if she were their own; save for her task and duties around the household. BelleBlair was a beloved ward and well taken care of, often times included with the couple’s children Mullen and Esteban on outings, whom BelleBlair grew fond of and bonded with as if they were her own brothers.
She tended to the chores and orders of the family with obedience and was particularly loved by the lady of the house who had yet to have a daughter of her own.
As BellBlair came of age her foster family enlisted her generously in education along side the Anjule brothers. She was mocked and labeled their plaything by her peers for taking menial orders from the pair in class.
Fellow Twi'leks did not associate themselves with her slave title and few others came to call her friend in the public eye.
When she became a young woman (of beauty and poise like her mother) The family she had grown to know announced they would be moving else where, leaving the Twi'lek behind. She would have her freedom, the household and a handsome sum along with their blessing. The day before their departure BellBlair Anjule was given a final task. She was to go to the market and get the family basic supplies they needed for their journey-a simple chore, One she had preformed many times previously.
The market was a crowded, loud, place and within its boisterous mobs she met an elderly woman. Taking the decrepit hag for a beggar she ignored the lady’s pleas, struggling to shoo her off. The poor pile of rags would not relent, speaking only in hurried Twi'leki-
BelleBlair’s forgotten native language (save for a few basic words).
The persistence of the old beggar began to ware away at BelleBlair’s already cracked composure and as she continued to plead, her desperation peaked to harassment. The elderly Twi'lek seized the forearm of the younger, hysterically beseeching , shaking and pulling, prodding and hanging onto BelleBlair’s body with urgency.
“ ‘Off of me old woman!” BellBlair snarled.
She wrenched away her body and cruelly assaulted the senior with the blunt force of her palm.
“Away from me~! There is nothing for you!“ she shouted furiously.
“I have nothing for you!”
The small old lady stared, her hand on her red stinging cheek as tears began to fall from her eyes.
She bowed her head weakly and disappeared into the crowd.
Her mother had kept her promise, BelleBlair had just failed to keep her end of the deal.
The two never again met. The guilt left her eternally regretful as she watched the
familiar back limp once again, where she could not follow.
Brothers:
Kimber : “..Auntie Blair is different through, she’s gray.”
Feina : “What do you mean?”
Kimber : “She’s different; from dad I mean.”
Feina : “Of course she is! She’s a girl, duh!”
- Esteban Anjule’s Young daughters, Kimber and Feina.
Mullen and BelleBlair share an odd relationship
While Esteban went on to marry and father two daughters ( now of age enough to question why their aunt is a Twi‘lek and their father a Human),
Mullen became a monster before her was even a man.
On one occasion in their youth an older gentlemen offered to buy their new sister, to which the boy agreed, asking for a high price. Esteban interjected and the boys fought, escalating into a physical brawl before their father arrived to punish them both. It was the start of many events that left the family vigilant towards their elder son when the Twi’lek was concerned.
Esteban was the gentler of the two boys, whom the girl quickly formed a strong bond with. Mullen was far more aggressive and took advantage of his “ownership” of her to embarrass and degrade BelleBlair as a child, forming a wall and rivalry with his sibling for his cruel behavior.
Though as the children grew to young adults his disposition shifted. Mullen took a liking to Belleblair that edged on inappropriate.
He currently roams Lower Coruscant selling death sticks and wracking up debt.
Concerned for her brother’s well being for her family’s sake and putting their past aside; his former servant has comes to his aid several times.
None of which has ever brought about a change in his destructive behavior.
Esteban and She remain close.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A.
ROLE-PLAYS:
The Living Illusion: A Missing Child Case For The BHG
"We're gonna crash!!!"
"Bad Eyes"
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