Belleway

Vale and Pollux (Brothers, NPCs)

## Application Sheet

Belleway was a dark-furred she-wolf with sage green eyes. She arrived in the Domain as a loner, and her story is just beginning. Belleway was designed by paper-planets, and created and RP'd by newt-onix.

## Personality

* ***Diligent and Confident.*** Belleway takes her duties extremely seriously, and may be considered a workaholic. She enjoys tasks, even if it's just busy work, and she prides herself on making sure she does her best with any task. Belle is very confident in herself, and for the most part believes that she's hot shit, though insults are quick to get under her skin.
* ***Polite, but Controlling.*** Incredibly kind to those, Belle excels at small talk and can make very easy friendly conversation. However, if not in control of a situation, Belle will quickly lose composure. She will grab at whatever semblance of stability in foreign situations and hang onto it.
* ***Unpredictable.*** Chaotic in nature, Belle makes rash choices that are often immature or unsafe; whether that be charging headfirst into somewhere unsafe or as little as picking a fight just because.
* ***Distrusting.*** Since her exile, she has had an incredibly hard time finding solace and comfort in others. While she keeps her friends at arms length, she keeps everyone else far, far further.
* ***Loud.*** Belle is *loud,* to a fault. She speaks loudly, behaves loudly, and sometimes doesn't seem like she knows how to quiet down.
* ***Sentimental.*** Belle often develops attachments to others, healthy or not; whether that be another wolf or an object. She is wistful about the good times, but about the bad she is dodgy and describes them as "odd".

Overall, Belle is a tough, cocky, and hot-headed wolf with a loose respect for authority. Outwardly she is cordial and polite, if not indifferent to those who approach her, but she keeps herself with a slightly-less-than-dignified air. She has a terrible resting bitch face, and she seems well aware of how she comes off to others. She uses this to her advantage, especially if younger wolves are near. She doesn't entirely dislike the company of others, but would much prefer to be alone if given a choice.

    She is incredibly independent, and often refuses help from others. She's incredibly prideful and has a very difficult time admitting she would need help; whether that be something physical, or mental. She desires to be in control of every situation, and can get mean if she feels like her control is slipping away. She's more than willing to question authority if she doesn't feel like something is fair, but will back down if threatened with punishment.

    Belle is proud of who she is, and what she's accomplished, and her self worth is tied to nothing but herself; she feeds off of her own urging, her own compliments, and her own - at times - inflated ego. Combine this with a wolf who acts before thinking, and you have a pretty nasty combo of headbutting with authority, all the while spewing her own praises. She will shout when excited, no matter where the excitement is, or where it came from.

    Underneath, though, is a wolf who is terrified to let somebody in again. After being betrayed and ruthlessly exiled by her previous pack for a crime she did not commit, she finds the idea of having someone know *her* again utterly mortifying. She holds this distrust to others, even those who she may consider close. She enjoys reminiscing on the past, and present; she seems to try to forget a lot of her previous trauma and experiences, covering them up with what she claims are happy memories.

    For her, if it's funny, it's not sad. Most of her past is told through the lens of dark humor, if said at all. She also has a terribly honed in sense of humor, often quipping in good fun, and for the most part she finds a lot of everything funny. She has a terribly placed habit laughing when it's not appropriate.

    Following her exile, she became even more unpredictable with morals that seemed to bleed grey. She's interested in herself, though has a mild interest in others that she can't quite explain. She can be seen watching others, listening intently, before offering herself up for whatever task may need completed. After all, without a use, there is not much to her life but the memories she's trying to forget.

## Pre-Group History

Belleway was born alongside her siblings in a terrible heatwave, hotter than anything that her pack had experienced, to the alphas, Forge and Rowan. Her mother, Rowan, had an easy birth and pregnancy with little complications, and the pack celebrated them as the first litter of the summer’s solstice; a good omen, promising of greatness. Larger than both of her brothers, she was the first-born and from birth was destined for greatness. Her father, Forge, in particular, doted on her and spoke well of how one day she would lead their great pack, and even from a young age she was excitable, loud, and full of energy.

As a pup, it seemed like she would never learn how to slow down. She was prone to incredibly volatile bursts of energy, which often resulted in hurt feelings, scrapes, and occasionally destroyed dens. She remained uncontrollable, even by her father.

Her two younger brothers, Vale and Pollux, were both more controllable and calm than their sister. Pollux was a studious learner, particularly mature and serious, while Vale was curious and inquisitive. Belleway took the center of attention as the oldest, the loudest, and the most trouble. While Forge bolstered her confidence and guided her towards becoming a strong alpha, Rowan did everything she could to make sure the boys could keep up with their sister.

Their pack celebrated the earth as a giver; they milled the land for fresh growth, they purposefully crushed fruits and buried them, and they would celebrate each new spring’s bloom. From an early age, each ceremony Belle found exciting, and would participate to the fullest extent her parents would allow. Her mother and brothers, however, focused more on the spirituality and praise of the Gods that gave them life as Forge and Belleway handled the pack functions. While she enjoyed the celebrations, she hardly understood pack ceremonies and remained painfully ignorant, unwilling to sit through lessons.

As Belleway got older, she became more reckless and unwilling to reign herself in; she found happiness in doing what she wanted, when she wanted, and her father let her get away with everything. Vale especially followed in her pawsteps, and the two often caused a lot of chaos and unease around camp with pranks and loud words, causing as much trouble as they could. Pollux was not nearly as close as these two siblings were, and he often kept to himself. Belle did try to include him, but he was disinterested and his frequency in camp began to diminish as all three of them came into age.

Trouble as she caused, Belleway truly did love and care for her family and pack; she had her life laid out in front of her, and she felt like nothing could go wrong.

Unbeknownst to her, Pollux had been plotting with a neighboring pack to kill their parents for him to take a path to Alpha. Angered he was not the eldest and next in line, he set his trap.

Belleway, too interested in her own games, did not follow her brother or parents on their walk that stormy evening. She only realized something was wrong after the sun had long since set and her family had not returned, and even then, she willfully shrugged off her concern. She laid awake for hours, growing more and more bored until she finally decided to follow them out of camp.

Only after wandering for a bit did she stumble across her parents and brother’s body at the edge of the river.

The next few hours, for Belle, are a blur. She remembers desperately dragging her parents’ still-warm bodies from the river, throwing herself over Vale’s body and sobbing. She remembers pain in the nape of her neck as Pollux dragged her off and threw her into the river, screeching in her face words she could not make out. Struggling to breath, inhaling water, feeling a sharp pain split down her forehead through her eye. Being dragged out by the hind legs, half alive and coughing up blood and river water, spraying the gravel with mucus and red.

More yelling; sounds she couldn’t make out and violently lashed out at. Biting into Pollux’s shoulder as hard as she could, which caused several of her own packmates to rush her. In her desperate attempt to regain control and make sense of the situation, she targeted and locked onto a smaller wolf, one who she no longer remembers the name of. In one snap, she crushed their windpipe and twisted backwards.

Pollux and two of his closest wolves brutally escorted her off the territory, while she stumbled, numbly along. They nipped at her heels, drove her forward for hours. Nothing made sense in her head; the dots weren’t connecting, and it wasn’t until they shoved her down a small cliff that she started to beg, showing some semblance of guilt and awareness.

She sobbed, screamed and pleaded, but it fell on nothing but the empty ears of the forest. She clawed at the stone cliff until her claws bled, she desperately bit and chewed at roots until she broke teeth. Belleway waited until she could not wait any longer. Rain began to pour, and water filtered up by her paws. Unable to climb the incline they had thrown her down, she had no choice but to turn and walk on.

She kept by herself for years, growing more distrusting and hating those who tried to know her. She harbored a heavy fear of water, and an unusual and morbid fascination with heights, often staring over cliffs and gorges’ edges, paws barely left on the brink. Little things would send her spiraling into episodes where she couldn’t breathe, and couldn’t function.

It became easier to pretend everything was okay; she forced herself to forget as much as she could, but she still held her heart and mind entirely closed to the possibility of trusting anyone else again.

After her unplanned and staggering path landed her in the Domain, she figured she might as well find out where she is, and who might be around to play.

## Trivia

* Belleway has a particularly nasty temper, and its triggers are completely unknown.
* Of all of her siblings, Belleway was the largest but also the weakest; Pollux and Vale were both more muscular.
* She experiences what could be considered delusions, especially during serious moments, quipping things like "Why aren't we playing like we used to?"

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