Post by prin on Apr 1, 2012 3:21:29 GMT -5
KAREN ANGELICO BELLE
• should i give up, or should i just keep chasing pavements? •
• should i give up, or should i just keep chasing pavements? •
»»Full Name: karen angelico belle
»»Nicknames: ---
»»Age: nineteen
»»Birthday: october fifteenth
»»Gender: female
»»Sexual Orientation: bisexual
»»Class: breeder
»»Faction: team pergure
»»Eye Color: red
»»Hair Color: black
»»Height: 5'6"
»»Weight: 117
»»Face Claim:
[b]durarara![/b] -- [i]anro sonohara[/i]»»Overall Appearance:
Karen is made of angles. Her body is sharp and has few curves. Her arms and legs and fingers and toes are long and thin. Her body shape if flat, with only the most basic curves common in her gender. The shape of Karen’s face is round. Her eyes are slightly sunken into her face. Her mouth is flat and thin, and her nose is small and slightly upturned. Her skin is very pale. Karen’s flat hair is kept short, and in a cropped style that angles her face. It’s a black color and is longer in the front than in the back. They are big, soft, doe eyes that always seem to hold the slightest bit of sadness. Her mouth always seems to be curled into the faintest of frowns, as well.
If Karen were to speak, it would be soft and slight. Her voice sounds breathy and sweet, but she hardly uses it, so most people wouldn’t know that. When in crowds or public places, Karen just keeps her head low and tries not to attract to much attention, which is hard for her to do. Any and all social situations are awkward for her, and usually become so for the other person after a few moments. She is always moving her hands in some way to try and keep them occupied.
Karen’s clothes are nothing frivolous or fancy, as it doesn’t really matter to her what she wears. She normally wears some type of white shirt. This shirt is layered under a bright red button- up jacket. The jacket has red lace on it and white fluff around the collar and the ends of the sleeves. With this, she wears a plain pair of washed out jeans and an old pair of white sneakers. She the only jewelry she wears is a blue, stretchy, beaded bracelet. She keep little to no make- up on, which make her pale skin seem washed out. A pair of silver rimmed glasses sits on her nose.
»»Likes:
Karen has OCD. Sadly, this would have to be Karen’s defining trait. Her mind is always abuzz and atwitter with so many thoughts she can’t keep up. Her case is very severe, and she has trouble communicating with other people and understanding the way they communicate with her. She has so much going on at once and telling her what to do that it’s hard for her to stay focused on one thing for to long. This makes speaking almost impossiable for her because she will think of something to say, but by the time gets to the second syllable her mind will be somewhere else, and this will leaving her a stuttering mess.
The OCD also has another effect on Karen. It’s one that is widespread with the condition, but that doesn’t mean she likes it any more. Karen has odd little habits and ritual that she must do make her mind calm down some. Over they years they have been many and have ranged from obsessively twirling her hair to snapping her fingers constantly. Lately her things to is to flick the lowest button on her jacket six time with her right hand, then popping her left hand and elbow. It’s gotten to the point that she hardly knows she does it until people look at her funny. She has other, smaller, habits as well, like having to button and unbutton her nightgown seven times before she goes to bed, to make sure it’s on right, and opening and closing her closet door six times every morning to make sure it shuts. Time consuming and annoying, but she can’t help but do it less she be nervous and her thoughts wild.
Karen’s mind also gets ‘stuck’ sometimes. She will manage a thought, and it will keep circling and repeating in her head for hours on end. It feels worse than when people stare or she has to talk, because no matter how hard she tries, she can’t take her mind off of whatever it is she’s trapped on. When she gets like this, she just has to sit down until it goes away, because trying her control techniques doesn’t work. These spells can last from a few minutes to a few hours, but they don’t happen frequently, and for that she is glad.
Karen is unfeeling. Well, not so much ‘unfeeling’ as she is out of sync with her emotions. She has to fight so hard to control her body and mind that Karen doesn’t have a lot of time to dwell on how she feels. Worry is all the girl knows, with true happiness being a foreign concept. She doesn’t catch on to when people are joking or being sarcastic a lot of the time. Not because she’s stupid, but because she just can’t wrap her head around what they are; Her mind is black and white with no shades of gray whatsoever. In a way, Karen is almost like a robot. If asked a question she has to answer, her response, while not totally void of emotion, will be very flat and plain. She just doesn’t get that your voice can show your mood, and often misjudges how people are feeling because of this.
Karen is a kleptomaniac. Stealing clears her mind for a brief time. The adrenaline and concentration involved in the task lets her function like a relatively normal person. She craves her next ‘high’ from her sticky fingers, and will steal the most useless things if it just gets her there. She doesn’t mean to be a bad person, but she would do anything if she could just think like a normal person. It doesn’t matter that it’s only for a few hours; the risk of prison is worth it.
Karen is disillusioned. All Karen has ever known is pity and anger and cruelty. Her parents are at each others throats constantly, and she knows she’s not the miracle child they hoped would save their marriage. People, be it at school or at the grocery store, feel sorry for her. Karen doesn’t like that. She might have trouble with her head, but so what? She doesn’t like how they at like she’s a moron, or how the whisper to each other about how ‘grateful they are their kid isn’t like that’. Disgusting. Not everyone is like that though, but it’s not any better. The rest just pick on her and call her names. They degrade her with ‘retard’ and like phrases or throw things at her and talk about her. None of it is good.
After all, if her entire life has been this way, why have hope it will get any better?
Karen is an artist. It may not be as effective or long lasting as stealing, but drawing has it’s own rewards. Since discovering the therapeutic act when she was little, Karen has drawn and colored so much that she’s a regular Picasso. Her drawings seem so real that they could leap off the page at any moment. Not only does art clear her head, but it also calms her down and relaxes her. She’s really proud of her talent, and hopes to keep refining her skills. Her ultimate dream is to have her paintings main attractions at famous museums. She hopes that in doing this, people won’t look at her like she’s something with a fragile mind, but as a person.
In battle, Karen doesn't really command her Pokemon. She lets them do what it is they want to do while she silently watches from the sidelines. It is rare for her to ever tell her Pokemon to use a certain attack, letting then battle the way they want and are comfortable with. She is nothing special in a battle.
»»Family:
Anthony Belle - father
Molly Anders-Belle - mother
»»Other Important People:
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»»History:
Karen's story starts as everyone's does: Not with her actual birth, but with the meeting of two people. Molly Anders was an officer fresh out of the Kanto Police Academy and was investigating a vandalism at the local Celedon library. It was there she met him. He wasn't tall dark and handsome, but he was cute, sweet, and a slight nerd. He had inherited his families’ job as a librarian, and it was him she had to speak with. As unorthodox and taboo as it was supposed to be a lady in her profession, Molly was quickly won over by Anthony Belle’s wit and charm. They rushed things and married four months after dating. They were happy, but didn't know each other as well as married couples should, so a little over two years into the marriage, it was a poor one.
Divorce would have been a good option, but a little bump was in the road: Molly was pregnant. Separating a child from one of its parents wasn’t something a ‘respectable’ policewoman did. Abortion was strongly talked about, but never seen through; sure enough, nine months and Karen was born. A period of peace was on the household for a short time, even if it only was livable hate. But…. Something was wrong. Three years into her life, and Karen’s parents were ready to disown her. Something was wrong with her, in her mind. She wasn’t developing or acting like normal children did. Her mind was warped in some way that might never be fixed; doctors didn’t know what exactly was wrong with Karen, but it was clear that Karen was Mentally Handicapped. Karen’s parents were mortified. As unhappy as life was in secret, they were supposed to give the appearance of a normal marriage with a normal child and a normal life. This is where Karen’s first memory came into play. Abortion was brought up once again, but the words were filled with venom.
She was three years, seven months and fifteen days old. It was hard, but sometimes she could quiet her charged mind long enough to color and draw- she liked drawing. She was in her nighty pajamas and it was almost time for bed. She had been to the doctor earlier, but she didn’t care; he hadn’t given her a shot, so it was alright. A picture of a Pidgey in her Flying Ace’s book was being turned purple and blue when she heard it: The yelling. It was mommy and daddy.
“I told you we should have done it Molly! But would you listen? No! And now look at what we have!” Something slammed and mommy yelled back and more slams and more yelling. Karen knew she should go see what was wrong, but she had to finish coloring the Pidgey’s wing. Her mind would calm down a little bit if she did. It was normally all jumbled up and made lots of noise, but sometimes it would be nice and she could think. But it only did that when she did things like it wanted her to.
Three years later, and it was time for Karen to start school. She was put in a special class in a special room with a special teacher for special people like her. But she didn’t know why she was so special. The teachers name was Mr. Sullivan, and he talked really slow and made them do easy things. He tried to read a book one day, but he read the words so slow that it made Karen mad. She knew she could read better and faster than him, but she had to finish doing her math work first. Mr. Sullivan had said to take a break while they read a story, but Karen knew her head would get cluttered and loud if she didn’t, so she ignored him. She was the only person in class who could do the math really good. She also knew how to write her name and could read books much thicker than what Mr. Sullivan read. She was smart.
Mr. Sullivan caught on that she was smart. One day he called the principle in, who called mommy and daddy. They talked for a long time, and the next day she was moved into a new class. This one wasn’t special, like the old class, but was ‘normal’. She wondered what she had done wrong to do down. The teacher of this room was Mrs. Lottie. Mrs. Lottie didn’t do things slow like Mr. Sullivan. She did things fast and Karen liked that, but she didn’t like when Mrs. Lottie wouldn’t let her quiet her head. It was even worse when Mrs. Lottie tried to get her to speak in front of the class. Karen’s head moved to fast and jumped around too much for her to keep up, so she would get all confused, and just wouldn’t say anything. This would get her in trouble with Mrs. Lottie.
After Karen was freed from Mrs. Lottie’s grasp, school wasn’t much of a problem. She went to school and did her work and got Straight As. She absorbed information like a sponge. Most of the time she got done in class early. When she did, she liked to read or draw. She really liked both. When she was reading, she was soaking up more information and it gave her restless mind something to concentrate on. Drawing was similar, but instead of learning she got the satisfaction of seeing her thoughts come to life.
One thing Karen did not like about school was the people. Everyone was sorted into three groups: The people who made fun of her, the people who pitied her, and the people who acted like she didn’t exist. She has never been sure on which group she hates more. Even as she got older, and began to control her condition somewhat and become ‘normal’, they all persisted and remained. So what if she had OCD so severe that she couldn’t function in social situations- she had the best grades and was the best artist in her class.
As she grew older, a lot of people from her life disappeared. Students she had known since Kindergarten were leaving on journeys with Pokemon as guides. Karen had always liked Pokemon, especially the Flying Type. She wished she could just fly away into the air and leave all of her messy thoughts and mean people and life behind. To touch the stars and taste the clouds and feel the wind would be amazing. But a journey of her own was something Karen’s parents forbade. She did not have the ‘right’ mind like they had. Karen didn’t know what kind of mind she needed, because theirs wasn’t ‘right’ either. They avoided each other at all costs, and when they met it just led to a screaming match. Yeah, stable.
Karen didn’t like staying at home because of the animacious undertones that stayed at her house, and would often go down to the department store to look around. This led to her downfall. She was twelve and wanted a candy bar. Sadly, she had no money. The thought popped into her mind: “Could I just steal one?” There was no peer pressure, no need and no malicious intent. It was a stupid idea, but her head would buzz for a long time if she didn’t, and as she rationalized it…. It seemed very possible to get away with. Most people knew her here. Her mother was a police officer and, as much as she hated to admit it, people thought she was dim witted and simple just because of her condition. No one would suspect her, and even if she did get caught they would just wave it off.
The end result felt like magic. The concentration it took added with the burst of adrenaline not just calmed her mind right then, but kept it that way for over two hours. It was bliss. Clear headed she didn’t feel the urge to do the small, strange motions she normally did. Her mind was so relaxed that she could actually speak like a human being instead of stuttering and stammering and tripping over her tongue. She wanted, no needed, to do it again. And she did, many times. But she soon learned that stealing candy bars would not be enough. It was like she was on drugs: in order to reach that same high, she had to keep upping the dosage. It moved up to the point that she was stealing waffle irons and comforter sets. Things she didn’t need, but they were large and hard to sneak out of a store, so they were worth it. It was this attitude that busted her.
Two months later and her room was packed with useless junk, but her sticky fingers wanted more. A new prize caught her eye, and she knew stealing it would give her the best rush she had ever had. A diamond bracelet was on display in a local jewelry store. It was worth a small fortune, but Karen knew the payout would be great if she could get it. But for all of the skill she had earned over the last two months, stealing it wasn’t as easy as she thought, and nothing could save her from punishment. She managed to smuggle it out of the store, but was quickly found out and arrested.
Lucky that mommy dearest had connections, but she didn‘t get off easy. She was banned from entering the Celedon City limits until she could prove herself to be an honest and successful individual. And how exactly does one do this in a world of Pokemon? By traveling around a Region and collecting badges so she could challenge the League. Karen was more than eager to set out after having her hopes dashed years ago, but the problem was she couldn’t collect Kanto’s. Since she was banned from Celedon, she would never get the last one she needed. But her parents knew what to do, as much as they hated the situation (and each other). She would be sent away to another Region, one where she had a relatively clean slate. They didn’t send her to any Region, though. They sent her to the farthest one away they could think of.
»»Alias: princess!
»»How you found us: made the site!
»»RP experience: about nine years!
»»Your expected level of activity: every day, if i can help it!
Made by Satara of Caution. Lyrics by Natasha Bedingfield. Don't steal or I'll turn into a dragon and eat you. For realz. <3
