Bellamy

**Bellamy** is an Unblooded Eladrin played by Mikayla

## Bio

*Beneath a full moon a toddler cries in the forest of Ahrakore. He sits on a stump, surrounded by runic stones and a circle of fly agaric mushrooms. He is alone. The earth around him seems to be overgrown and thriving, the plants and flora actively growing in the new child's presence. He cries for he hears another's in his mind: his paired 'twin'; Shrike. He does not know this yet, nor for a time to come. All he knows is another cries too.*

*As the young child weeps, four figures step out of the surrounding forests. Women of life itself; three nymphs and a dryad. They all approach, as whispers of nearby fey assemble around the small clearing. The boy is perceived as a gift--a miracle, as all Eladrin of his kind are. But none approach, even as the boy's cries quiet, replaced now with a wide, curious, albeit tearful gaze. Then, the tallest Nymph steps forward, and with the ease of someone who could have been a mother all their lives, scoops up the child and cradles them close before disappearing into the undergrowth with the three trailing behind, fawning over their new child of the forest.*

He had never left home before. His life was one of relative peace where he could come and go from his little meadow as he pleased. Whether that was to visit his mothers or friends, wander beneath the spring canopy, climb a tree, turn into a frog, or sleep in a warm spot of grass that a ray of sun had kissed. Bellamy lived from moment to moment, perusing his simplest desires and wants, often receiving them with relative ease.

That is, until Shrike would enter the forest. Then the hunt began.

He supposes he could run--flee to another part of the wilds and make Shrike's task far more difficult like all others of his kind do in their sense of self-preservation. But his friends are here, his mothers are here, *home* is here. So, he stays. Never leaving the forest despite the knowledge that his hunter lives only a boat ride away and that this same hunter will not rest until he is dead. Still, he remains. He hides when he can, often times trying to remain disguised as one of the animals of his forest. But Shrike always ends up finding him... and when he does, Bellamy does not retreat nor does he fight. He allows the cycle to continue and Shrike makes it quick. And once Shrike returns home, he awakes on his stump, as if he'd simply fallen asleep there.

But with this relationship--this bond, comes a complicated sense of love. To always be connected, to always feel the other, to speak even when you dream... it is nearly impossible to describe.

Bellamy loves Shrike, and that is one of the simplest truths.

He's never vocalized such. He doesn't have to, nor feels the need. It simply is, as is everything else in his life; his role, his inevitable deaths, and consequential 'rebirth'. It all simply... *is.*

But recently he's deviated from his usual routine; he has left Ahrakore--his home. He is illusive when asked why, especially to his own paired Blooded, though many simply assume its because he's grown tired of his continuous demise at the hand of Shrike and searching for a form of escape. He is indeed searching for something... though few know the truth of what he feels he must do.

He is currently travelling with the Parade in hopes of speaking with the Keeper; **Eranabe**, potentially for help in his endeavor.

## Description

### *Appearance*

A young, elven boy that will forever look to be the age of 18. His eyes are striking; his scelera are like pitch with owlish brown iris's. His gaze is ever shifting, taking in the world around him with childlike curiosity.

His hair is a pale orange with two wrapped 'braids' on either side that stretch further than the rest of his hair that reminds you of, though they are not actually, feathers.

He wears a large 'witches' hat adorned with moss, feathers, flowers, and a birds nest that is currently occupied by a blue bird he refers to as "Kee". His clothes and hat also carry a plethora of buttons sewn into the fabric.

He walks gently and with the grace of a welcome breeze, as if the ground beneath his feet welcomes each footstep with open arms.

### *Personality*

Curious and sweet, Bellamy is the product of a well-loved but sheltered upbringing. He tends to have a naïve look on the world, his world experience being limited to whatever the fey of his forest or his blooded pair; Shrike, would share with him. He tends to meander, as is his nature, and often gets distracted by things he finds interesting or new (which is most things.) When he has a concept or question in mind, he stubbornly pursues it until he is satisfied.

He can come off a bit as lazy, used to a relatively relaxed lifestyle where he could wander Ahrakore / Honey Mead Thicket as much as he pleased. Often spending hours napping in different spots, speaking and playing with other fey, and getting lost in himself as he wildshaped into an assortment of creatures just for the simple pleasure of it.

Due to all of this, he is often infantilized. Deemed too 'young' and a being that desperately needs to be protected from the evils the world is capable of. However, as true as that can be, there are times Bellamy clues his companions in just how much he's truly experienced. He is candid in most of these truths, albeit a bit vague in the way he speaks on things. But he seems to have long since understood and accepted his role in the world and what it means for him with the wisdom of the age he truly is, and not the one he appears.

## Companions

Galyra - Flower Fairy who demanded to accompany Bellamy.Kee - Songbird that lives in the nest on Bellamy's hat.
## Trivia

* He does not and has never eaten any form of meat. He doesn't have a pretentious look on those who do, he simply has never had the desire to try.
* He quite enjoyed the Goodberry Sangria that he was given in Moon's Crossing.
* The Unblooded pair of Shrike, Bellamy has alluded to the fact he has completed his cycle many, many times. Still, he seems to regard Shrike with a deep fondness, if not a little nervous as of late.
* Unable to describe one of his 'coolest' ways of dying, he instead described his 'favorite' (if there is such a thing) as, "I slept beside him and then when we woke he made it quick.'