Bellamira Oddem
Sept 8, 2021 18:59:01 GMT -8
Post by fluffymcsnuggles on Sept 8, 2021 18:59:01 GMT -8
Name: Bellamira Oddem
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Species: Vampire
Breed: Vampyr
Height: 6'3
Ruling God: Incarnidine, Sanguis
Element(s): Death, Blood
Elemental Affinity: Blood: 9, Death: 8
Appearance: Long platinum silver hair that cascades down to the back of her knees. Short curtain bangs are framed to cover her left eye.
She stands at 5'10 though slouches slightly which tends to make her stature shorter. Her eyes are a bright piercing opal gaze that seems to shift colors in the light. She has a curvy figure which she often attributes to a noble lifestyle and good health. She favors wearing blacks and whites, befitting of her role as a cleric. When performing her duties or out doing a job, she usually dons a veil to cover her hair.
Personality: She is an eccentric individual, but all the Oddems are in their own way. Bellamira is known to be passionate in all of her endeavors and hobbies, strange as they are. She has a love for art, though favors specific subjects depicted almost always macabre in nature. She enjoys needlework and loves her family fiercely. She is loyal and devoted to her god and her familial duties. She is a friendly individual, dark-humored, and a little sadistic. Her passionate temperament can get into her trouble as it has before. Be wary of losing her favor though... she does not take kindly to perceived betrayals.
Biography: Born and raised into a wealthy family of death clerics and death mages, she always thought she would inherit the role of the graveyard keepers like all of her ancestors before her.
That was of course before she met the love of her life, Rhys. She was always a shy being and never left her house often. She only socialized at the events her family had to attend. Her family was always noted to be eccentric and macabre. You have to be if you want to take care of one of the largest and oldest graveyards.
Her eccentricities aligned with that of her family. Which made it difficult to make friends outside the family. Noble circles encouraged their children to befriend her but attempts rarely went well.
The love of her life however actually befriended her, acknowledged her, got to know her, made her fall in love with them. They had taken her out on the town, shown her things beyond the macabre. She was completely and utterly smitten with them. Then, they went off and fell in love with someone else.
But her love had grown too strong by then. Or was it ever really love? Her heart and mind grew obsessed with her object of affection, only desiring them and only them. As Rhys’ pursuit for their object of affection grew more intense, so did her love and desire for Rhys as her own. She would follow them in the night, perhaps watching their resting face. Stay just under the window to hear a single sweet note from their melodious voice. As she fell more in love, the more her family encouraged her to do something about it. Perhaps a much-needed and long-overdue confession of love.
Bellamira found out that she was too late. She had already spotted her sweet Rhys stealing a kiss from another by the time she had created a letter to articulate her adoration. Bellamira was utterly devastated, but she did not give up. She persisted in her stalking, and her love grew darker, bitter, twisted… She watched, waited,
She killed her love and the person to whom they gave their heart. Now she had both of their hearts for herself. She gleefully told her parents what she had done. While they chastised her for murder, they didn't seem upset with her. They helped her clean up the mess she made, but also made her leave town when things got messy. They had the money to pay off the law, but they didn't have the good graces to win the townsfolk over. Not that anyone was going to know who did the crime so long as they had a say.
She fled, sworn by her family to never speak a word of the incident. They said she must wait at least a year before she returns home and best return in secret.
If she's able to redeem herself maybe she can become the heiress again, but her family could not risk their livelihood over her consequences. She is not bitter or angry at them for this. She is grateful even that they are so wonderful and accepting of her murderous tendencies.
Equipment: Holy symbol, shield, mace, personal journal, two precious trinkets, ink, quill, paper, bedroll, backpack, veil, coin purse, and a spare set of clothes.
Occupation: Cleric
Other: - Big tiddied goth gf
- Most definitely yandere
- Careful she bites! Only a little nibble
- Blood Type AB
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Species: Vampire
Breed: Vampyr
Height: 6'3
Ruling God: Incarnidine, Sanguis
Element(s): Death, Blood
Elemental Affinity: Blood: 9, Death: 8
Appearance: Long platinum silver hair that cascades down to the back of her knees. Short curtain bangs are framed to cover her left eye.
She stands at 5'10 though slouches slightly which tends to make her stature shorter. Her eyes are a bright piercing opal gaze that seems to shift colors in the light. She has a curvy figure which she often attributes to a noble lifestyle and good health. She favors wearing blacks and whites, befitting of her role as a cleric. When performing her duties or out doing a job, she usually dons a veil to cover her hair.
Personality: She is an eccentric individual, but all the Oddems are in their own way. Bellamira is known to be passionate in all of her endeavors and hobbies, strange as they are. She has a love for art, though favors specific subjects depicted almost always macabre in nature. She enjoys needlework and loves her family fiercely. She is loyal and devoted to her god and her familial duties. She is a friendly individual, dark-humored, and a little sadistic. Her passionate temperament can get into her trouble as it has before. Be wary of losing her favor though... she does not take kindly to perceived betrayals.
Biography: Born and raised into a wealthy family of death clerics and death mages, she always thought she would inherit the role of the graveyard keepers like all of her ancestors before her.
That was of course before she met the love of her life, Rhys. She was always a shy being and never left her house often. She only socialized at the events her family had to attend. Her family was always noted to be eccentric and macabre. You have to be if you want to take care of one of the largest and oldest graveyards.
Her eccentricities aligned with that of her family. Which made it difficult to make friends outside the family. Noble circles encouraged their children to befriend her but attempts rarely went well.
The love of her life however actually befriended her, acknowledged her, got to know her, made her fall in love with them. They had taken her out on the town, shown her things beyond the macabre. She was completely and utterly smitten with them. Then, they went off and fell in love with someone else.
But her love had grown too strong by then. Or was it ever really love? Her heart and mind grew obsessed with her object of affection, only desiring them and only them. As Rhys’ pursuit for their object of affection grew more intense, so did her love and desire for Rhys as her own. She would follow them in the night, perhaps watching their resting face. Stay just under the window to hear a single sweet note from their melodious voice. As she fell more in love, the more her family encouraged her to do something about it. Perhaps a much-needed and long-overdue confession of love.
Bellamira found out that she was too late. She had already spotted her sweet Rhys stealing a kiss from another by the time she had created a letter to articulate her adoration. Bellamira was utterly devastated, but she did not give up. She persisted in her stalking, and her love grew darker, bitter, twisted… She watched, waited,
She killed her love and the person to whom they gave their heart. Now she had both of their hearts for herself. She gleefully told her parents what she had done. While they chastised her for murder, they didn't seem upset with her. They helped her clean up the mess she made, but also made her leave town when things got messy. They had the money to pay off the law, but they didn't have the good graces to win the townsfolk over. Not that anyone was going to know who did the crime so long as they had a say.
She fled, sworn by her family to never speak a word of the incident. They said she must wait at least a year before she returns home and best return in secret.
If she's able to redeem herself maybe she can become the heiress again, but her family could not risk their livelihood over her consequences. She is not bitter or angry at them for this. She is grateful even that they are so wonderful and accepting of her murderous tendencies.
Equipment: Holy symbol, shield, mace, personal journal, two precious trinkets, ink, quill, paper, bedroll, backpack, veil, coin purse, and a spare set of clothes.
Occupation: Cleric
Other: - Big tiddied goth gf
- Most definitely yandere
- Careful she bites! Only a little nibble
- Blood Type AB
