Post by Belle Goossens on May 15, 2011 18:14:53 GMT -5
[/li][li] Children - Belle wants a big family when she gets old, and loves playing with them.
BELLE GOOSSENS!
name: Belle Goossens
origination: Belgium
age: 17
grade: Junior
social class: Servants
positive traits:
- Independent - Belle is more than capable of taking care of her self, regardless how 'girly' she is acting. If she's looking like she needs help, it's a trap. This doesn't mean strong however, but able to live of her own.
- Motherly - Though independent, she loves spreading the help herself and tends to fawn over others like a doting mother even though not that old herself.
- Down to Earth - She is very realistic and knows when to stop trying or what is often best. Belle is good for advice.
- Friendly - She's good for approaching and tries her best to get along with everyone.
- Good Visual Eye - Belle is good at matching up outfits and doing hair, thus she prefers serving more females than males.
negative traits:
- Easily Persuaded - it's hard for her to say no.
- Nosy - Belle likes to know everything and everyone and can get extremely intrusive and will sneak around for info.
- Horrible Temper - though she's fine with children, it's her own age group she has issues dealing with. When she snaps, it's hard to calm her down.
- Lost in the Crowd - while not a nobody, Belle does little in ways of standing out and often gets crowded out more that she is a servant at Victorious.
- Uneducated - though she knows the basics, she really struggles with being a student now. Everything she knows is from family and is mostly practical things like cleaning and cooking. She's good at not showing it however. It does make her bias at times not knowing about a lot of things in a school setting.
likes:
[li] Tulips - it's her favorite flower, she's loved it since she was little.
[/li][li] Praise - often homesick, it makes her feel more welcomed on campus.
[/li][li] Sleeping In - Usually feeling worse for wear, she loves it when allowed to actually sleep though rare.
[/li][li] Dressed and Skirts - though pants are always more practical, it makes her feel more like a typical mother that she wants to be.[/li][/ul]
dislikes:
- Rudeness - with her snappy temper, it's easy to make enemies with her if you have no manners or appreciation for what she does.
- Crying - though she tends to more often than she likes, easily upset as much as easily angered.
- Seafood - just doesn't, really.
- Art Classes - Belle cannot draw for the life of her.
history:
Belle Goossens comes from a large low-class family, the eldest of three younger brothers and one younger sister. While her mother raised her and her eldest brother, she spent a good amount of time babysitting for the rest and learning how to raise and maintain a family rather than getting an education. On a small farm even in modern times, they couldn't afford it.
When an opening for servants came around, her father heard of it through his job and brought the idea home to family. Originally, her mother was to leave to be a full time maid at a local home but rather, Belle stepped up as the oldest to move to Victorious as the free food and board for her services would save her family money.
Now that education is worked in, she's super excited as she hasn't had formal schooling since around the age of 8.
sample post:
It was raining, a steady heart beat of the heavens on his window as the lightning flashed and stunted the electricity in his home. England had found his candles stored in the top most cabinet above his under used oven and he struck the match off of the package with a practiced hand. Before generated power came around, fire came by other more difficult methods that he was also skilled with, but now wasn’t the time or place for idle musing of the past.
The watch on his end table was still ticking away, undisturbed as it’s batteries still supplied power. Though he couldn’t hear it, he thought of the sound as he read the numbers. X – XV. 10:15 PM. He should have been in bed before the storm even rolled in on it’s warm clouds but the moisture in the air and the rising pulse of fresh grass had kept him on his porch, book and tea at hand. He’d folded his legs beneath him and reclined on his bench his twin boys had sent him a few years back as a remotely thoughtful gift. It saw much love and he always made an effort to tell Canada that (as everyone knew America most likely only supplied the funding for it).
On a different tangent, he hadn’t only awoken to waste his candles, the thick wax dripping and running as a threat to his nimble calloused fingers. Carrying it with him, he moved softly throughout his home, between the old parts of cabin he made himself to the newer addition of only beams and drywall. Arthur walked effortlessly around the squeaky floor board in front of his office, his movements on auto pilot with years of experience.
He pushed the oak door to his master bed room open, setting the candle on the floor a decent pace away from his red woven rug. The wood panels were dull from constant wear, only the far corners in routes he barely took still varnished to as where they reflected the light with a soft glow. The old nation dropped to his knees at the side of his bed and pressed his ear to the base.
“William,” England called softly, voice set at a higher register than one he spoke, almost on par with when he sang. “It’s only rain and light you bothersome cat, please, get out of there before you get rightly stuck.”
He had stirred from his study when the first thunder roared across the dark sky, sending books flying from his shelf as his companion knocked them clear from the ledge in his flight. It was his favorite spot, a small accumulation of white hair stuck between the spines of his favorite novels, a constant reminder his home was never empty to come home to these days. The blond sighed, stirring dust and feline hair that had been neglected in favor of parliament papers.
Sliding on his back, he extended an arm and felt sharp claws meet his fingers. Built on decades of hardship and pain, England had no issue as he sank deeper, teeth connecting on his knuckles. Humming, he soothed as if a child was at the doctor, not a merely a cat caught under his low-lying mattress. Testing his reach to the fullest, he cupped the cat’s backside with his other and slowly pulled him out like a fish trapped on a hook.
Cradling his pet, he stoked between its soft orange ears to its white muzzle, the tune he had been notating still rolling off of his lips. “There, isn’t this better now? Honestly.”
When the sounds had subsided and William’s tail had finally begun to curl and move, he bent over and kissed the flame of the candle with a soft breath and brought himself and child to bed.
The watch on his end table was still ticking away, undisturbed as it’s batteries still supplied power. Though he couldn’t hear it, he thought of the sound as he read the numbers. X – XV. 10:15 PM. He should have been in bed before the storm even rolled in on it’s warm clouds but the moisture in the air and the rising pulse of fresh grass had kept him on his porch, book and tea at hand. He’d folded his legs beneath him and reclined on his bench his twin boys had sent him a few years back as a remotely thoughtful gift. It saw much love and he always made an effort to tell Canada that (as everyone knew America most likely only supplied the funding for it).
On a different tangent, he hadn’t only awoken to waste his candles, the thick wax dripping and running as a threat to his nimble calloused fingers. Carrying it with him, he moved softly throughout his home, between the old parts of cabin he made himself to the newer addition of only beams and drywall. Arthur walked effortlessly around the squeaky floor board in front of his office, his movements on auto pilot with years of experience.
He pushed the oak door to his master bed room open, setting the candle on the floor a decent pace away from his red woven rug. The wood panels were dull from constant wear, only the far corners in routes he barely took still varnished to as where they reflected the light with a soft glow. The old nation dropped to his knees at the side of his bed and pressed his ear to the base.
“William,” England called softly, voice set at a higher register than one he spoke, almost on par with when he sang. “It’s only rain and light you bothersome cat, please, get out of there before you get rightly stuck.”
He had stirred from his study when the first thunder roared across the dark sky, sending books flying from his shelf as his companion knocked them clear from the ledge in his flight. It was his favorite spot, a small accumulation of white hair stuck between the spines of his favorite novels, a constant reminder his home was never empty to come home to these days. The blond sighed, stirring dust and feline hair that had been neglected in favor of parliament papers.
Sliding on his back, he extended an arm and felt sharp claws meet his fingers. Built on decades of hardship and pain, England had no issue as he sank deeper, teeth connecting on his knuckles. Humming, he soothed as if a child was at the doctor, not a merely a cat caught under his low-lying mattress. Testing his reach to the fullest, he cupped the cat’s backside with his other and slowly pulled him out like a fish trapped on a hook.
Cradling his pet, he stoked between its soft orange ears to its white muzzle, the tune he had been notating still rolling off of his lips. “There, isn’t this better now? Honestly.”
When the sounds had subsided and William’s tail had finally begun to curl and move, he bent over and kissed the flame of the candle with a soft breath and brought himself and child to bed.
Hi my name is Dante and i'm 16 years old! I have been roleplaying since Neopets was the shizz – like, 5 years or something and I can't wait to join this roleplay! I also play Spain here and I will try to be awesomely active here. Oh! And first time at Belgium, too!
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