Post by ARABELLA PAIGE WOOLVERTON on May 13, 2011 11:28:13 GMT -5
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TWENTY. JUNIOR. SPIRIT. EMILY DIDONATO. BELLE.[/CENTER]
"she really is a funny girl, that belle..."
NAME: Arabella Paige Woolverton
NICKNAME: Belle, Bells,
AGE: Twenty
DATE OF BIRTH: November 22nd
STATUS/INTERESTED IN: Single/Men
EYES: Pale Blue
HAIR: Brown
STYLE: Somewhat vintage; she likes to steal clothing ideas from other decades, and it varies every day, like from dresses to jeans. But she usually has at least one vintage item per outfit
BODY TYPE: 5'4, 118lbs, slender
UNIQUE FEATURES: A scar on her left shoulder, and a single piercing in each ear.
DISNEY SPIRIT: Belle, Beauty and the Beast
LIKES: Reading, the "new book smell", wide open fields, travel, vintage, French culture, libraries, walks, telling stories, wandering
DISLIKES: Arrogance, sitting still, sexist men, being told what to do, rudeness of any kind, the mistreatment of books, lazy people, being anywhere too long, bullying, bad manners
SECRETS: She's starting to feel bad about leaving her father, but is too stubborn to admit it to anyone, especially herself.
FEARS: Being stuck in one boring place forever and getting lost
GOALS: It travel the world and create her own stories
PERSONALITY: Arabella, or Belle as she likes to be called, has always been pinned as a "strange sort". The people around her tend to whisper about her as she passes, wondering why her nose is always buried in a book and why all she can talk about is what happened in the book she read like she was gossiping about a fellow classmate, as if it actually mattered and they were actually her friends. Well, to Belle? The characters in the books she pours over do matter, and are her friends. She finds the lull of college, the lack of concentration and the time spent either partying away or listening to a teacher drone to be obnoxious. She won't sit and study and she won't go out and party. So she reads instead, as she's been doing all her life. And she's fine that way... she has to be. Her books are used to escape, her active imagination taking over as scenes and stories play out in her head, and continue to play even when she puts the book down, staring dreamily at the sky. She dreams of one day creating stories of her own, going on adventures like she dreams about... but reality is so cold, and it sometimes saddens her that she'll never have a life so vivid and exciting... so she thinks, anyways.
Belle, though a bookworm, is not shy. She usually has no problem talking to people and speaking her mind, and doesn't usually hold back on what she has to say in fear of the public's opinion, which is why she seems to odd to most. Most people don't walk around talking about how cool it would be if dragons existed and explaining how she imagines she would write a unicorn to be in a book, and those who do are pinned as odd, as she usually is. And while to everyone else she acts like its no big deal that she's different, it bugs her sometimes. She has no actual close friends to talk to since she moved to the college, and no one back where she lived was close enough to keep up with her. While day dreamy, she's stubborn and far too curious for her own good, even to the point of breaking rules to satisfy her curiosities. Staying in one place and doing nothing bores her to tears... which is where she is now. So, she's buried, once again, in her most popular reality defense mechanism: books.
MOTHER: Paige Woolverton (deceased)
FATHER: Maurice Woolverton
SIBLINGS: n/a
OTHERS: n/a
HOMETOWN: Waitsburg, Washington
BRIEF HISTORY: Belle was born to a single father, single because her mother died in childbirth. She always says she can't really miss someone she didn't know, but that didn't stop her from asking about her as a child. What her father would say was "Free. Your mother was a very free soul...". Maurice was a French-American man who went back to his mother's home town after college and met Paige, another foreigner with family in France like him. He was an inventor, she a writer, and they were very much in love. They never had much money, but they were happy in the two years they were together. Maurice moved back to his hometown, Waitsburg, Washington, to raise his daughter, who grew up to be very similar to his late wife: free spirited, imaginative, light hearted... and looked very much like her, much to his pain and happiness. He was always there for her, very encouraging and loving and always willing to listen to the stories she insisted on telling, ones she'd read and one's she's made up. Belle was very involved in books, and would bike to and from the library every day with a basket on her bike stuffed with books, and hide up in a tree in the backyard reading. When she fell out one day and landed on her shoulder, he decided it was time to build her a treehouse.
Belle practically grew up in the treehouse, because it was anywhere and anything she wanted it to be: a tent in Africa, a palace in India, a cave in the mythical land of Duram. These daydreams lasted, however, and even in high school she was pretending to be a princess or a spy. Her days were spent in her head, and before she could blink, she was done with her schooling and ready for college. She had always wanted to get out of the small town, and her grades were good, despite sneaking books under her desk and reading during lectures. She quickly applied for a college far away, a college on the opposite side of the country that had seen a story she wrote for a national teen paper and sent her a scholarship for. She barely researched it, and just applied and went. Now, she's in her junior year, and looking up, she sees its been passing just like her high school year: she barely remembers school, and time is by the books she read. The campus wide food fight was around the end of reading Princess Nevermore the fifth time, about when the princess was about to go back home. And for the first time, it saddned her. She was so busy dreaming about a better life that it was passing by her... and she suddenly missed home, and her poor father, living alone. And she's getting cabin fever in this town... but she's barely seen it, she's noticed, in the three years she's been there. Maybe its about time she lived a little...
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ZEE. TWENTY. EASTERN. 1.5 YEARS. PM.
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