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Name; Ely
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IC Information;
Character Name; Isabella Bella Marie Swan
Canon; The Twilight Saga. Bella will be a blend of Movie and Book canon, in the sense that what was left out of the movie, would be filled in by what happened in the book.
Canon Point; New Moon (Post birthday, pre-Edward leaving.)
Age; 18
House; Sigyn
Power; Healing
Personality;
Often described as 'the most fragile human being on the planet', Bella has always been a bit out of sync with the rest of humanity. Or at least, that's how she's always perceived it. Bella is, and always has been, a complete klutz. Very uncoordinated, and yet incredibly responsible and independent. She's quiet, a 'suffer-in-silence' type, and still one of the kindest, most caring people you might have the chance of meeting. She cares for her family and friends a great deal. Much to the point where she would readily put herself in harm's way to keep one of them safe.
"I've never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love seemed like a good way to go."
Bella grew up at a very young age, stepping up to take care of her mother, and often times viewing a reversed sort of relationship. Wherein she was the parent, and her mother Renee, was the child. None the less, her mother is very dear to her, and the one person she considers to be her best friend.
Books are her forte; learning, studying, school work. A straight-A student (if not for the slightly lacking scores in P.E and Theatre type classes). Despite this, Bella has always come off as a rather average type girl. She doesn't excel in anything, has no special talents or skill that she can use to her advantage despite, perhaps, being the clumsiest person alive. She has always felt awkward, like she never quite belonged. And still, to this day, can only just fathom why Edward would find her appealing. Not that she'd be caught complaining, of course.
She's shy. Dislikes the limelight, or any sort of attention that doesn't involve, perhaps, one-on-one interaction. Maybe two. Large groups make her uncomfortable, parties make her nervous, and being gussied up and sent to prom practically leaves her in fits of anger and a stubbornness near wilful enough to keep her home. She thinks being a 'girly girl' is a pain, never bothering with makeup or fancy dresses- even gifts (be it on her birthday or otherwise) simply make her uncomfortable.
Bella has always been a keep-to-herself sort of girl. She has always guarded her thoughts very strongly, always hating whenever anyone tried to understand or find out what was bothering her. She's stubborn, wilful and when set on something? Utterly determined to get whatever it is. In this case? Convincing Edward to turn her into a vampire. Something he does eventually do, inevitably having to settle on a compromise with her.
Ironically, despite wanting very much to be a vampire (at a later date to where I am taking her from), Bella is quite the fainter when it comes to the sight or smell of blood.
Her sense of humour is dry, sarcastic and harsh, especially when angry or upset. She uses it as a guard, something to distract herself with while she blocks out painful memories, things she doesn't want to deal with. Unfortunately, she's also quite good at blocking out fear as well. Which leaves her with her second most common descriptor; danger magnet.
Not only does she seem to attract it, but on occasion, she'll go looking for it. She may not seem like it now, but adrenaline junkie might be something she'll learn to love in the coming years, regardless of the reasoning behind it. Especially if it means giving her the opportunity to protect someone she cares about. It doesn't matter if she'll be put into life-threatening situations. If it means keeping someone safe at the cost of her own safety and/or life? She'll do it.
Which can be an issue. Bella is incredibly selfish in this sense. Not only with her family and friends, but utmost with Edward himself. She will put him before just about everyone, and everything else, including herself. She would risk others safeties as well, if it meant keeping him with her. Something she does eventually learn to curb and control, though she tends to ... dislike it. Edward is her biggest weakness, just as she is his. Bella will bend over backward for him, to keep him safe and happy.
One of Bella's biggest flaws (Noted as her "tragic flaw", by Stephenie Meyer) is her incredible lack of self-knoweldge. The biggest example, would be her constant denial of having any sort of romantic feeling for Jacob, despite how much later, she realizes that yes. She really is in love with him.
Something everyone seems to get, but herself. Bella is a terrible liar. Something even her subconscious (taking the form/voice of Edward himself, when he leaves) can realize. She knows she's a terrible liar, and it is about the only thing she lies about so often, that even she believes; her love for Jacob.
Her curiosity knows no bounds, as well. Constantly having questions for Edward about his life, what he is and what he does. What it would be like to be what he is, etc.. Curiosity killed the cat, they say. And technically one does have to die to become a vampire. Her lack of self-preservation is almost as acute as her lack of self-knowledge and over abundance of clumsiness.
Samples;
Network Sample;
[Text. Text is good. She likes text posts. They have that allure of anonymity. Something she can hide behind without seeming impolite. She doesn't have to put herself out there as much, and yet can still keep in contact and wow, she really does sound like a recluse.
Still, being out of Forks ... Somewhere new. Again. It's throwing her off. It's weird and it's adjusting all over again. Thank god there were people here she knew at least. Having even just a few of the Cullens here ... Having Edward here- that was enough. So maybe she could be trying a little harder. But right now?
... Nah.]
So I've kind of been wondering what sort of school system is here? like post-secondary. is it just general university, or is there like scholarships and stuff?
I'm guessing nothing out of town.
Also, does anyone know anything about part-time T.A. work? Checked the local listings but I didn't really see anything specific.
Log Sample; ( I know I don't have to, but I'm fairly proud of this one, anyway! )
The first thing she notices, is the alarming difference in temperature. She was dressed for mid-September. Even in Washington, it wasn't below freezing (even if it wasn't, it sure felt like it). So not being dressed warmly is kind of a big deal.
You know, aside from the near vomit-inducing spin her head is still caught in, stomach not far behind on the RPM. At least the whole situation of ending up on her hands and knees, having apparently fallen or something of the like, is somewhat familiar.
The baseball diamond however, is not. In fact, nothing looks familiar, now that she's got enough wits about her to actually look around. The sky wouldn't help- she'd never studied astrology to be able to tell where in the world she might be, but aside from the temperature drop, and the very not-Forks look to this place ... She was definitely not in Kansas anymore.
So where the hell was she? A city? Why were there people coming up and talking nonsense to her? This didn't make sense. What did they mean The Port? What the hell was a Core, and why did it involve her? She'd been on her way to class, and suddenly she's here, feeling like she just dropped out of a low-altitude level plane, right on her face. Nodding, pretending like you know what's going on, accepting pamphlets and shuffling to the sidelines in the hopes of enacting the whole 'leave me alone' thing .... It sort of works. She's alone at least. With an iPhone in hand that she's fairly sure she's never owned, and yet the nice person over there had simply insisted it was hers to keep.
Either this was one hell of a dream and she was seriously going to be late to school, or ... something was very, very wrong. A quick scroll through to the keypad, a few punch of numbers, and-- dialtone. A number that didn't exist, didn't connect, any number of things. So she tried again. Nothing.
Again. Nothing. Another number, nothing. Another, nothing again.
Quelling the swell of panic was getting more and more difficult. How was she handling this so well? Well for one, there was no freaking way any of this were possible. She couldn't just ... Suddenly be in Canada, when she'd only just been heading to Lit 11. It just wasn't ...
Maybe if she left an auto-voicemail. Something recorded, something she could say, without actually getting the rejection notice first.
"Hey. It's me. I'm not sure, exactly, where I am. --Canada, I think. Somewhere kinda near the border."
For a moment, she rubs at her head. Had she hit it? Would she remember if she did? Was there a lump or a sore spot somewhere? Was this what amnesia felt like?
"I dunno--" How I Got Here. Oh yeah, that sounds great. Make them think you're a lunatic or something. Or drugs. Gods, if Charlie thought she was on drugs again, she might just have a hernia. Just because she's acting all weird and googly, didn't mean it was drugs.
"I don't think I have my passport." ... "Or a way back. I think I hit my head or something- Unless this is some hilarious prank, because Alice, Emmett, I swear to god if you don't show up now I'm gonna--" Beep.
Oh. Well that was ... Anti-climactic. With the message recorded, she could do the do-diligence of hitting send, letting the however-many-kb file send off into cyberspace, and (hopefully) to the rightful recipient. If Edward's phone was out, Carlisle or Esme's was probably the next safest bet. Because sending out and alerting Charlie that she had somehow gotten herself stuck in Canada? Oh yeah, that'd go over great.
One button push. One moment of watching the little loading dial spin up-top. One moment of not breathing, feeling her heart pound against her rib cage, more and more intense with every passing second.
Message Send: Failed
Maybe she should let her breath out. It might stop the heavy, almost rhythmic thumpthump, keeping time with the tiniest twitch of her raised vein, right at her wrist where her pulse sat so visible. Right above the silvery scars, raised and still tender from mere months ago. A perfect bite. A perfect reminder of what she'd lost, gained and lost some more. Breathing.
Breathing sounds good. Deep breaths, calming her nerves in ways so practised. This was all just a bad dream. She's had those before. More recently than not, all things considered. She could deal with this. She could figure it out. Even if she had to have someone come pick her up. It wasn't like Vancouver, or wherever she was, was that far from Seattle. Just a few hours. As long as she got her bearings, she could figure it out. No problem. It was just like when Mom got stranded, a little too drunk to find a cab on her own. Didn't happen often, but it had before. She could do this. No trouble at all.
Now if she could just get this phone of hers to stop Twilight Zone-ing and let her make a proper call, she'd be good.
You know, aside from the near vomit-inducing spin her head is still caught in, stomach not far behind on the RPM. At least the whole situation of ending up on her hands and knees, having apparently fallen or something of the like, is somewhat familiar.
The baseball diamond however, is not. In fact, nothing looks familiar, now that she's got enough wits about her to actually look around. The sky wouldn't help- she'd never studied astrology to be able to tell where in the world she might be, but aside from the temperature drop, and the very not-Forks look to this place ... She was definitely not in Kansas anymore.
So where the hell was she? A city? Why were there people coming up and talking nonsense to her? This didn't make sense. What did they mean The Port? What the hell was a Core, and why did it involve her? She'd been on her way to class, and suddenly she's here, feeling like she just dropped out of a low-altitude level plane, right on her face. Nodding, pretending like you know what's going on, accepting pamphlets and shuffling to the sidelines in the hopes of enacting the whole 'leave me alone' thing .... It sort of works. She's alone at least. With an iPhone in hand that she's fairly sure she's never owned, and yet the nice person over there had simply insisted it was hers to keep.
Either this was one hell of a dream and she was seriously going to be late to school, or ... something was very, very wrong. A quick scroll through to the keypad, a few punch of numbers, and-- dialtone. A number that didn't exist, didn't connect, any number of things. So she tried again. Nothing.
Again. Nothing. Another number, nothing. Another, nothing again.
Quelling the swell of panic was getting more and more difficult. How was she handling this so well? Well for one, there was no freaking way any of this were possible. She couldn't just ... Suddenly be in Canada, when she'd only just been heading to Lit 11. It just wasn't ...
Maybe if she left an auto-voicemail. Something recorded, something she could say, without actually getting the rejection notice first.
"Hey. It's me. I'm not sure, exactly, where I am. --Canada, I think. Somewhere kinda near the border."
For a moment, she rubs at her head. Had she hit it? Would she remember if she did? Was there a lump or a sore spot somewhere? Was this what amnesia felt like?
"I dunno--" How I Got Here. Oh yeah, that sounds great. Make them think you're a lunatic or something. Or drugs. Gods, if Charlie thought she was on drugs again, she might just have a hernia. Just because she's acting all weird and googly, didn't mean it was drugs.
"I don't think I have my passport." ... "Or a way back. I think I hit my head or something- Unless this is some hilarious prank, because Alice, Emmett, I swear to god if you don't show up now I'm gonna--" Beep.
Oh. Well that was ... Anti-climactic. With the message recorded, she could do the do-diligence of hitting send, letting the however-many-kb file send off into cyberspace, and (hopefully) to the rightful recipient. If Edward's phone was out, Carlisle or Esme's was probably the next safest bet. Because sending out and alerting Charlie that she had somehow gotten herself stuck in Canada? Oh yeah, that'd go over great.
One button push. One moment of watching the little loading dial spin up-top. One moment of not breathing, feeling her heart pound against her rib cage, more and more intense with every passing second.
Message Send: Failed
Maybe she should let her breath out. It might stop the heavy, almost rhythmic thumpthump, keeping time with the tiniest twitch of her raised vein, right at her wrist where her pulse sat so visible. Right above the silvery scars, raised and still tender from mere months ago. A perfect bite. A perfect reminder of what she'd lost, gained and lost some more. Breathing.
Breathing sounds good. Deep breaths, calming her nerves in ways so practised. This was all just a bad dream. She's had those before. More recently than not, all things considered. She could deal with this. She could figure it out. Even if she had to have someone come pick her up. It wasn't like Vancouver, or wherever she was, was that far from Seattle. Just a few hours. As long as she got her bearings, she could figure it out. No problem. It was just like when Mom got stranded, a little too drunk to find a cab on her own. Didn't happen often, but it had before. She could do this. No trouble at all.
Now if she could just get this phone of hers to stop Twilight Zone-ing and let her make a proper call, she'd be good.
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