BELLMARI
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Full Name: Bellmari
Race: Rathari-Neoalt
Sex: Female
Age: 51
Height: 5’7
Weight: 145 lbs
Birthdate: 12th of Frost, 68 AS
Birthplace: Kamor Region
Profession: Dancer/Busker
Housing: Migrant/Inn/Tavern
Fluencies: Common,Vithmi
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Race: Rathari-Neoalt
Sex: Female
Age: 51
Height: 5’7
Weight: 145 lbs
Birthdate: 12th of Frost, 68 AS
Birthplace: Kamor Region
Profession: Dancer/Busker
Housing: Migrant/Inn/Tavern
Fluencies: Common,Vithmi
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
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Faunis Form - Shimmer Hare
Bell's animal form is that of shimmer hare, a species native to the region of Auris, in the forests of the fae. In this form, she is only 8lbs, and a little over 18 inches long. Her fur is her most unique quality. Like all shimmer hare, her fur is bioluminescent, able to fluoresce in different colors in order to blend into her surroundings during the day. At night, however, the glow is more obvious similarities to that of a firefly but in any color of the rainbow. When not actively fluorescing her fur is a silvery-white.
True Form
This is the form that the Rathari takes most often, and which she feels the most comfortable in. She stands at 5'7 inches, but her ears stretch up to put her full height at about 6'8. Her figure is humanoid, slim with very few curves to reflect her dancer profession. A fine coat of silver-white fur covers her entire body and is always well-groomed and cared for. Her eyes are a unique feature, a mismatched pair with one being olive green and the other grey-blue.
Human Form
Bell’s human form is slim and light-skinned, her hair a pearly white that falls in wavy locks around her shoulders. Long thin fingers stretch out with every jester, accenting her words with quick snaps and motions that at times can speak greater volume than the words themselves. More often than not Bell walks on her toes, a slight spring in her step as she half skips, half glides from place to place.
Bell's animal form is that of shimmer hare, a species native to the region of Auris, in the forests of the fae. In this form, she is only 8lbs, and a little over 18 inches long. Her fur is her most unique quality. Like all shimmer hare, her fur is bioluminescent, able to fluoresce in different colors in order to blend into her surroundings during the day. At night, however, the glow is more obvious similarities to that of a firefly but in any color of the rainbow. When not actively fluorescing her fur is a silvery-white.
True Form
This is the form that the Rathari takes most often, and which she feels the most comfortable in. She stands at 5'7 inches, but her ears stretch up to put her full height at about 6'8. Her figure is humanoid, slim with very few curves to reflect her dancer profession. A fine coat of silver-white fur covers her entire body and is always well-groomed and cared for. Her eyes are a unique feature, a mismatched pair with one being olive green and the other grey-blue.
Human Form
Bell’s human form is slim and light-skinned, her hair a pearly white that falls in wavy locks around her shoulders. Long thin fingers stretch out with every jester, accenting her words with quick snaps and motions that at times can speak greater volume than the words themselves. More often than not Bell walks on her toes, a slight spring in her step as she half skips, half glides from place to place.
Personality
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Transient and ephemeral, soft as mist but with an odd bite like the first frost of winter. Bellmari is a creature that is often more confused by herself than others are by her. The Purpose thrums within her, pulling her this way and that but rarely lingering long in any one place. Because of this the Rathari often feels like a leaf caught upon the fancies of the winds. It is a frustration for her, one which she hides well despite it’s bubbling deep down inside. To those on the surface, she is perhaps whimsical and prone to flights of fancy, but if one were to know her they would see fierceness inside born of the uncertainty of each passing day and the desire for something stable in her life.
Her smile is quick, her tears hesitant, and her anger rarely directed outward. Like the storm inside, she can appear like a gust of wind, tossing about itself rocks and trees and people, and then as quickly as it came to be gone with only what was left behind a reminder she was there at all. A part of her is afraid of this tendency to continually move and never settle. Like the morning fog, she feels herself rolling across the world, blanketing it for a short time before it is inevitably burned away by the light of the sun.
Her smile is quick, her tears hesitant, and her anger rarely directed outward. Like the storm inside, she can appear like a gust of wind, tossing about itself rocks and trees and people, and then as quickly as it came to be gone with only what was left behind a reminder she was there at all. A part of her is afraid of this tendency to continually move and never settle. Like the morning fog, she feels herself rolling across the world, blanketing it for a short time before it is inevitably burned away by the light of the sun.
History
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Bell was born to a loving family in the Kamor Region and lived a childhood that one could likely call happy. Her father was the leader of a trading caravan, while her mother was a seamstress and merchant herself. They traveled everywhere, from the most northern portion of the free cities to the southern tip of Atinaw and beyond. Wherever they went Bell took in the sights, the people, and the cultures and was amazed by how different each place was and how no two people were ever the same. Bell had two older siblings, a brother named Kaldor and a sister named Merit. Kaldor was to take over the family's caravan when her father retired, and her sister was set to step into her mother's role. As for Bell? Well, she had never quite fit in. She had taken on several apprenticeships in her younger years, from a jeweler to a painter, a blacksmith to an alchemist, but each and everything she tried she never seemed to be... quite the right fit. Her parents were troubled, but they still had faith that their daughter would find her way eventually. After all her calling would lead her to where she needed to be one way or another.
Bell herself had never felt any measure of interest in any of the trades she had tried. She didn't have the mind for books or studying, nor the patients and endurance for the heavier crafts of blacksmiths or tanning. She enjoyed plants and flowers, but not enough to take on gardening and herbalism herself, and what little she learned of alchemy she felt was far beyond her to ever understand. The young rathari would never say it, but she had begun to wonder if she would ever find her way. The calling in her soul was fickle at best. No matter what she did or tried it never once rose or gave a sign that this was the path she should take. In her early twenties though, something changed. Their Caravan passed through a town that was in the midst of a summer festival, and there Bell saw a performing circus giving its show in the town square. What overcame her at that moment could only be akin to a gong being sounded in her soul as the thrum of her calling seemed to burst to life inside of her. She watched the acrobats soar through the air like they were born with wings in their hearts, marveled at the sword eaters and fire spitters, and the dancers were the most amazing thing she had ever seen in all her life.
She had found it, the thing she was meant to do, Bell just knew it. When she approached her parents, however, their reception had been less than understanding. Her father blatant refused to hear what his daughter was saying, instead pushing that Bell should seek her calling in the Caravan as her siblings did. Even her mother, who usually seemed to understand Bell more than anyone, made the suggestion that if she wished to do as these performers did then they could find her a tutor and she could get lessons there. None of this however seemed right, and so Bell did what any other rational woman would do... She left in the middle of the night and joined up with the performers on their journey.
The guilt was there for a while, but Bell typically managed to suppress it by focusing on the present. The leader of the troupe was a man by the name of Reimar Demor, a stern human with graying hair and glare so frigid it could freeze the blood in a person's veins. Despite this, however, Bell came to not only respect the man but deeply admire him as well. He helped her much when she first started with the circus, introducing her to the dancers and acrobats and setting her the task of learning the trades as quickly as possible. It was not until nearly a year past that Bell learned a secret of the circus that came as a shock. It turned out the members of the troupe were one and all criminals or thieves in one form or another. Reimar himself was wanted for grand larceny of a noble's manor in Lorien, which forced him to flee and change his identity. At first, this revelation both startled and shook Bell, but in time she began to accept the truth of the matter... The world was not all black and white. It was instead shades of grey, and sometimes reds, blues, and yellows as well. The people of the circus did what they had to do to survive, and while they did earn an honest living most of the time if the season was especially harsh they would turn their other skills to collecting the farthings they needed to make it to see the next sunrise.
It took some time, but after a couple of years of living and traveling with the group Bell well and truly felt she had found the place she belonged. She worked hard to practice her performances and seeing this Reimar offered Bell an opportunity she could not refuse. He gave to her the Cardinal Runes of Masquerade and Mesmer, to magics he had used heavily in his career as a thief, but now these magics were used to amplify the performances. Masquerade was used to create illusions that beguiled and mystified the crowd, drawing them, while Mesmer was utilized to the entrance and fill them with a sense of wonder and excitement, keeping the crowds focused on the performers. That was how the troupe performed most of their thieving activities, beneath the guise of a performance. SO while the dancers were dancing their pickpockets were making their way through the crowds, collecting the purses and coin of those foolish enough not to mind their surroundings.
For nearly 25 years Bell traveled with the Circus, and these years were some of the happiest of her entire life. Unfortunately, one's past always seems to catch up eventually, and for Reimar that came in the form of a raiding party in the night. The circus was found out for what it was, a traveling band of thieves, and all were either captured or killed in a brutal and efficient fashion. All save for Bell, who hid in the woods where Reimar had just happened to send her just before the raiders arrived. The sight of the fire and the sounds of the screams still haunt Bell to this day, though she does her best to push forward and give it all as little thought as possible.
Now Bell travels as a solo performer, skipping from caravan to caravan, city to city, struggling to find a new direction to take. Her Calling seems to never point in a specific direction, and Bell herself is not certain what exactly she is meant to do.
Bell herself had never felt any measure of interest in any of the trades she had tried. She didn't have the mind for books or studying, nor the patients and endurance for the heavier crafts of blacksmiths or tanning. She enjoyed plants and flowers, but not enough to take on gardening and herbalism herself, and what little she learned of alchemy she felt was far beyond her to ever understand. The young rathari would never say it, but she had begun to wonder if she would ever find her way. The calling in her soul was fickle at best. No matter what she did or tried it never once rose or gave a sign that this was the path she should take. In her early twenties though, something changed. Their Caravan passed through a town that was in the midst of a summer festival, and there Bell saw a performing circus giving its show in the town square. What overcame her at that moment could only be akin to a gong being sounded in her soul as the thrum of her calling seemed to burst to life inside of her. She watched the acrobats soar through the air like they were born with wings in their hearts, marveled at the sword eaters and fire spitters, and the dancers were the most amazing thing she had ever seen in all her life.
She had found it, the thing she was meant to do, Bell just knew it. When she approached her parents, however, their reception had been less than understanding. Her father blatant refused to hear what his daughter was saying, instead pushing that Bell should seek her calling in the Caravan as her siblings did. Even her mother, who usually seemed to understand Bell more than anyone, made the suggestion that if she wished to do as these performers did then they could find her a tutor and she could get lessons there. None of this however seemed right, and so Bell did what any other rational woman would do... She left in the middle of the night and joined up with the performers on their journey.
The guilt was there for a while, but Bell typically managed to suppress it by focusing on the present. The leader of the troupe was a man by the name of Reimar Demor, a stern human with graying hair and glare so frigid it could freeze the blood in a person's veins. Despite this, however, Bell came to not only respect the man but deeply admire him as well. He helped her much when she first started with the circus, introducing her to the dancers and acrobats and setting her the task of learning the trades as quickly as possible. It was not until nearly a year past that Bell learned a secret of the circus that came as a shock. It turned out the members of the troupe were one and all criminals or thieves in one form or another. Reimar himself was wanted for grand larceny of a noble's manor in Lorien, which forced him to flee and change his identity. At first, this revelation both startled and shook Bell, but in time she began to accept the truth of the matter... The world was not all black and white. It was instead shades of grey, and sometimes reds, blues, and yellows as well. The people of the circus did what they had to do to survive, and while they did earn an honest living most of the time if the season was especially harsh they would turn their other skills to collecting the farthings they needed to make it to see the next sunrise.
It took some time, but after a couple of years of living and traveling with the group Bell well and truly felt she had found the place she belonged. She worked hard to practice her performances and seeing this Reimar offered Bell an opportunity she could not refuse. He gave to her the Cardinal Runes of Masquerade and Mesmer, to magics he had used heavily in his career as a thief, but now these magics were used to amplify the performances. Masquerade was used to create illusions that beguiled and mystified the crowd, drawing them, while Mesmer was utilized to the entrance and fill them with a sense of wonder and excitement, keeping the crowds focused on the performers. That was how the troupe performed most of their thieving activities, beneath the guise of a performance. SO while the dancers were dancing their pickpockets were making their way through the crowds, collecting the purses and coin of those foolish enough not to mind their surroundings.
For nearly 25 years Bell traveled with the Circus, and these years were some of the happiest of her entire life. Unfortunately, one's past always seems to catch up eventually, and for Reimar that came in the form of a raiding party in the night. The circus was found out for what it was, a traveling band of thieves, and all were either captured or killed in a brutal and efficient fashion. All save for Bell, who hid in the woods where Reimar had just happened to send her just before the raiders arrived. The sight of the fire and the sounds of the screams still haunt Bell to this day, though she does her best to push forward and give it all as little thought as possible.
Now Bell travels as a solo performer, skipping from caravan to caravan, city to city, struggling to find a new direction to take. Her Calling seems to never point in a specific direction, and Bell herself is not certain what exactly she is meant to do.
