Post by Shinx on Jun 7, 2011 22:53:18 GMT -6
General Information
Name: Beatriz Karin Montelle
Nickname: BB, Bea
Bounty: 0 Beli
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Pirate
Position: Musician
Birthmarks/Scars: None
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Pysche Information
Likes: Music, dancing, art (though she’s literally terrible at it) and any festival-like activities.
Dislikes: spoil-sports, bugs, rodents, dogs and making children cry.
Personality: Wild, eccentric and fun loving, Bee can be somewhat crazy and always inappropriately hyper. While she’d go to great lengths for a friend, you may find her taking detours every five or ten minutes.
Biography:
xxxBea lived through an extremely structured childhood. Her father was a marine admiral, her mother a rich woman who believed any small acts of disobedience were shameful to the family name. So, Beatriz wasn’t allowed to play with the other kids in town. Instead, she sat through countless boring and seemingly pointless music recitals with “calm, soothing melodies.” To Bea, they were simply put, bad and boring. When she turned seven, Mrs. Montelle decided she needed some sort of distraction, so Bea was put through the boring and overly structured music lessons, learning how to read sheet music in both bass and treble clef. She was taught to play the violin, the piano, the flute and the harp- her favorites being the flute and violin. Throughout her childhood, Bea felt stifled and trapped; it was a feeling she didn’t generally enjoy.
xxxThings changed when Bea was eleven. She was home alone- well, she felt alone. Truthfully, there were maids, chefs, butlers and servants just a call away. She was sitting in the music room, staring vacantly at a sheet of “calm, soothing music,” her mind elsewhere as usual. Then, she heard a song. It wasn’t like her music, which was boring and practiced, it was upbeat and happy. It put a smile on Bea’s face and made her start to wonder where it was coming from.
xxxBea tracked the sound to the window and opened it wide, allowing the notes to fly in as they pleased, lighting the room with the beautiful notes, straight from an instrument. But no, no normal instrument could make a sound so lovely, so pure. Bea looked out the window to see a young boy- he looked to be around her age, give or take a year or two. He was outside, playing a lute and dancing about happily. A crowd had been attracted, and they were all twirling and dancing in the streets, laughing and having a good time. The boy himself was wearing the clothes of what her parents called the “lower class”; he wore a simple messenger cap, a too-big shirt and baggy pants. Yet, his face was filled with joy. At that moment, Bea wanted nothing more but to jump down and dance with them, to truly enjoy music for once. She was about to shut the windows before the noise attracted a maid or butler, but the boy’s song ended. While people applauded and shouted ‘encore!’ he simply looked up to Bea. With a wink and a smile, he waved her down, motioning for her to join them. Bea, without a second thought, jumped from the second story window down onto a shrub. The boy laughed and helped her up- with a cheerful laugh, he was at it again, playing marvelous, upbeat and joyful music. Without a care in the world, Bea started to dance along with people she didn’t know at all, lost in the music, in the joy and festivities. The festival- if that’s what you’d call it- lasted for about half an hour before people started to retire, going back to their homes. Finally, the last person went home, and Bea was left alone with the young musician.
xxx“Y-your music…” she trailed off for a moment, unsure of how to carry out the sentence. “I’ve never heard anything like it before.”
xxxThe boy didn’t even look up from where he was putting away his lute. “That’s because you’ve only ever played structured pieces written by old dead guys.” When she didn’t say anything, he looked up. “Am I wrong? I’ve heard you play; it’s beautiful, but it’s not yours. And music, to make it sound good, it has to come from the heart. All music should come from the heart, or it’s hardly music at all.”
xxxBea was shocked. She agreed with him one hundred percent; why wouldn’t she? Her music had never stirred anyone the way his had stirred a whole crowd. The boy finished putting away his lute and turned to leave, but Bea grabbed his shoulder. Stumbling for words, with a light blush spreading across her cheeks, Bea finally came up with the short sentence, “Teach me how to play.”
xxxA sort of joy lit the boy’s eyes, and he immediately nodded. “My name’s Cody.”
xxxSmiling a pure and sincere smile, Beatriz gave him her name- her boring, run of the mill whole name. Cody only smiled and replied with, “Kay. See you later, Bea.”
xxxThus began a year of happiness and freedom for Bea. True, she wasn’t necessarily free from her mother’s grasp, but she was rebelling slowly and in secret. She’d sneak out to meet her new friend, and they’d play duets with Cody on the lute, Bea on the violin. The music was free, upbeat and lighthearted. Everywhere they went, they attracted a crowd, and every crowd attracted was saddened by their departure. For a whole year, Bea looked forward to meeting Cody, and for a whole year, she was truly happy.
xxxHowever, all things must end. And eventually, Admiral Montelle learned of his daughter’s outrageous activities with some poor boy, and to say the least, he was outraged. Cody was captured and thrown in jail for “stealing.” Bea immediately snuck out, and learned that Cody had never stolen a thing in his life! However, he was being sent to a prison in South Blue; far away from the East Blue Bea knew and loved. Worse, there was nothing Bea could do to stop her friend’s fate, and on the final day before being sent away, the friends made a vow to meet again someday.
xxxBea lived with her parents until her most recent birthday. She was nineteen now, and her parents were trying to fit her with a “suitable young marine.” Bea’s only thought on the matter was no way, Jose. So, after the party her parents threw to celebrate their daughter’s birthday, Bea snuck away, stowing away on a merchant’s ship. She wasn’t very sneaky and was caught right away, but she swayed the men with the cheery and upbeat music from her violin; music straight from the heart, as it should be. From then on, she traversed East Blue, never looking back, spreading her music and spreading smiles. This was the life she’d chosen, and she lived with no regrets and no cares.
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Combat Information
Weapon: War Scythe
Fighting Style: Bea prefers to use agility and speed over strength. She uses a lot of dance-like moves to keep her from harm’s way, and fights defensively until cornered or she has the enemy tired out.
Fighting Style Weakness: Once cornered, injured or slowed, Bea is too weak to take large, strong attacks. Her overall defense is pathetic and her strength is practically nonexistent.
Devil Fruit: n/a
Special Techniques:
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Sample:
Name: Beatriz Karin Montelle
Nickname: BB, Bea
Bounty: 0 Beli
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Pirate
Position: Musician
Birthmarks/Scars: None
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Pysche Information
Likes: Music, dancing, art (though she’s literally terrible at it) and any festival-like activities.
Dislikes: spoil-sports, bugs, rodents, dogs and making children cry.
Personality: Wild, eccentric and fun loving, Bee can be somewhat crazy and always inappropriately hyper. While she’d go to great lengths for a friend, you may find her taking detours every five or ten minutes.
Biography:
xxxBea lived through an extremely structured childhood. Her father was a marine admiral, her mother a rich woman who believed any small acts of disobedience were shameful to the family name. So, Beatriz wasn’t allowed to play with the other kids in town. Instead, she sat through countless boring and seemingly pointless music recitals with “calm, soothing melodies.” To Bea, they were simply put, bad and boring. When she turned seven, Mrs. Montelle decided she needed some sort of distraction, so Bea was put through the boring and overly structured music lessons, learning how to read sheet music in both bass and treble clef. She was taught to play the violin, the piano, the flute and the harp- her favorites being the flute and violin. Throughout her childhood, Bea felt stifled and trapped; it was a feeling she didn’t generally enjoy.
xxxThings changed when Bea was eleven. She was home alone- well, she felt alone. Truthfully, there were maids, chefs, butlers and servants just a call away. She was sitting in the music room, staring vacantly at a sheet of “calm, soothing music,” her mind elsewhere as usual. Then, she heard a song. It wasn’t like her music, which was boring and practiced, it was upbeat and happy. It put a smile on Bea’s face and made her start to wonder where it was coming from.
xxxBea tracked the sound to the window and opened it wide, allowing the notes to fly in as they pleased, lighting the room with the beautiful notes, straight from an instrument. But no, no normal instrument could make a sound so lovely, so pure. Bea looked out the window to see a young boy- he looked to be around her age, give or take a year or two. He was outside, playing a lute and dancing about happily. A crowd had been attracted, and they were all twirling and dancing in the streets, laughing and having a good time. The boy himself was wearing the clothes of what her parents called the “lower class”; he wore a simple messenger cap, a too-big shirt and baggy pants. Yet, his face was filled with joy. At that moment, Bea wanted nothing more but to jump down and dance with them, to truly enjoy music for once. She was about to shut the windows before the noise attracted a maid or butler, but the boy’s song ended. While people applauded and shouted ‘encore!’ he simply looked up to Bea. With a wink and a smile, he waved her down, motioning for her to join them. Bea, without a second thought, jumped from the second story window down onto a shrub. The boy laughed and helped her up- with a cheerful laugh, he was at it again, playing marvelous, upbeat and joyful music. Without a care in the world, Bea started to dance along with people she didn’t know at all, lost in the music, in the joy and festivities. The festival- if that’s what you’d call it- lasted for about half an hour before people started to retire, going back to their homes. Finally, the last person went home, and Bea was left alone with the young musician.
xxx“Y-your music…” she trailed off for a moment, unsure of how to carry out the sentence. “I’ve never heard anything like it before.”
xxxThe boy didn’t even look up from where he was putting away his lute. “That’s because you’ve only ever played structured pieces written by old dead guys.” When she didn’t say anything, he looked up. “Am I wrong? I’ve heard you play; it’s beautiful, but it’s not yours. And music, to make it sound good, it has to come from the heart. All music should come from the heart, or it’s hardly music at all.”
xxxBea was shocked. She agreed with him one hundred percent; why wouldn’t she? Her music had never stirred anyone the way his had stirred a whole crowd. The boy finished putting away his lute and turned to leave, but Bea grabbed his shoulder. Stumbling for words, with a light blush spreading across her cheeks, Bea finally came up with the short sentence, “Teach me how to play.”
xxxA sort of joy lit the boy’s eyes, and he immediately nodded. “My name’s Cody.”
xxxSmiling a pure and sincere smile, Beatriz gave him her name- her boring, run of the mill whole name. Cody only smiled and replied with, “Kay. See you later, Bea.”
xxxThus began a year of happiness and freedom for Bea. True, she wasn’t necessarily free from her mother’s grasp, but she was rebelling slowly and in secret. She’d sneak out to meet her new friend, and they’d play duets with Cody on the lute, Bea on the violin. The music was free, upbeat and lighthearted. Everywhere they went, they attracted a crowd, and every crowd attracted was saddened by their departure. For a whole year, Bea looked forward to meeting Cody, and for a whole year, she was truly happy.
xxxHowever, all things must end. And eventually, Admiral Montelle learned of his daughter’s outrageous activities with some poor boy, and to say the least, he was outraged. Cody was captured and thrown in jail for “stealing.” Bea immediately snuck out, and learned that Cody had never stolen a thing in his life! However, he was being sent to a prison in South Blue; far away from the East Blue Bea knew and loved. Worse, there was nothing Bea could do to stop her friend’s fate, and on the final day before being sent away, the friends made a vow to meet again someday.
xxxBea lived with her parents until her most recent birthday. She was nineteen now, and her parents were trying to fit her with a “suitable young marine.” Bea’s only thought on the matter was no way, Jose. So, after the party her parents threw to celebrate their daughter’s birthday, Bea snuck away, stowing away on a merchant’s ship. She wasn’t very sneaky and was caught right away, but she swayed the men with the cheery and upbeat music from her violin; music straight from the heart, as it should be. From then on, she traversed East Blue, never looking back, spreading her music and spreading smiles. This was the life she’d chosen, and she lived with no regrets and no cares.
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Combat Information
Weapon: War Scythe
Fighting Style: Bea prefers to use agility and speed over strength. She uses a lot of dance-like moves to keep her from harm’s way, and fights defensively until cornered or she has the enemy tired out.
Fighting Style Weakness: Once cornered, injured or slowed, Bea is too weak to take large, strong attacks. Her overall defense is pathetic and her strength is practically nonexistent.
Devil Fruit: n/a
Special Techniques:
- High Note: by spinning her scythe in a baton-like manner either above her head or in front of her, Bea is able to make a horrific screeching noise that can damn near deafen a person.
- Treble Clef: moving quickly, Bea gets close to and in front of her opponent, quickly moving her arm up and down with her scythe secured tightly in both hands. When landed, the attack can create multiple scratches. The move has about the same speed as Luffy’s “Gum Gum Gatling” and because of it's speed, is extremely exhausting.
- Taunt: while not necessarily an attack of any sort, it can get her and others out of trouble sometimes. Taking her violin, rather than her scythe, she applies upbeat and hyper background music to whatever fight may be brewing, effectively annoying and distracting the opponent.
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Sample:
Once upon a time, humans and angels coexisted. Angels didn't have to hide their true nature, humans didn't have to fear demons. It was a beautiful and just Earth, filled with peace and serenity. Annebelle was there. She'd experienced it- however, it was when the demon lord- or Satan- came to earth that things went horribly wrong. Eve ate the forbidden fruit, Adam followed in her footsteps, and the world was thrust into a type of chaos. Human nature became flawed. Life lost it's luster.
Or, at least, that was how Annebelle saw it. The life of a guardian angel was a tough one, and one Annebelle didn't wish to know about or experience. Human with holes in their heart... it was Annebelle's job to find those humans that were close to the edge and give them an angel to whisper soft encouragements into their ear, to give them warmth when their heart is cold. To protect them from demons when they are most vonerable. It was an important job, and without it, the world would be thrust into chaos-- even more so. Annebelle was like the manager of guardian angels- also an Angel of Punishment, which gave her the right and power to take away an angel's wings. However, as the caretaker of guardian angels, one angel was starting to worry her. A newer angel who wasn't very well suited for the job he was given; she could feel it in her bones. That angel was Caleb Black, guardian angel to Aeria Night-- a sad case indeed.
Annebelle was also in the abandoned amusement park. She was sitting atop a broken ferris wheel, her black wings making her appear as if she were a crow, or a vulture watching over her prey as Caleb and Aeria approached the park. She could sense a fourth presence, one almost as wounded as Aeria, and it made her wonder if she should go down herself. No, she decided, for now I'll wait and watch.
Or, at least, that was how Annebelle saw it. The life of a guardian angel was a tough one, and one Annebelle didn't wish to know about or experience. Human with holes in their heart... it was Annebelle's job to find those humans that were close to the edge and give them an angel to whisper soft encouragements into their ear, to give them warmth when their heart is cold. To protect them from demons when they are most vonerable. It was an important job, and without it, the world would be thrust into chaos-- even more so. Annebelle was like the manager of guardian angels- also an Angel of Punishment, which gave her the right and power to take away an angel's wings. However, as the caretaker of guardian angels, one angel was starting to worry her. A newer angel who wasn't very well suited for the job he was given; she could feel it in her bones. That angel was Caleb Black, guardian angel to Aeria Night-- a sad case indeed.
Annebelle was also in the abandoned amusement park. She was sitting atop a broken ferris wheel, her black wings making her appear as if she were a crow, or a vulture watching over her prey as Caleb and Aeria approached the park. She could sense a fourth presence, one almost as wounded as Aeria, and it made her wonder if she should go down herself. No, she decided, for now I'll wait and watch.
