Bellatora Nocte, Dual Wherling

Name Bellatora Nocte
Pronunciation bella-tore-uh knock-tay

Age 22 Turns (possibly 21 turns as true birth date is unknown)
Season Born in Truth unknown - assumed summer

Gender Female
Sexuality Heterosexual

Craft Assassin/Warrior
Ranking Master? More or less
Strengths Deception, assassin, espionage, leadership, adaptability, dual daggers
Weaknesses strength, use of single knife, long sword.

Appearance

Bella is a tall, slender woman with fiery red hair, which falls down in just the slighest curl. She usually wears it up as it gets in the way... but when she wants to look sultry, alluring, or just plain... attractive or beautiful, she'll wear it down in a fiery main that is rather eye catching. And speaking of eye catching... her eyes are a bright green, large, but decidedly not innocent. There is an age about them and a hardness not normally seen in other Pernese women who seem to be her age. her skin is a lightly tanned color with a sprinkling of freckles.

Her arched eyebrows are also red and sit above her large eyes, between which sits a somewhat- large-ish nose that is long and perhaps just a little bit flat across the bridge. Her lips are full, red, and severe and almost seem to be just a bit too big for her face. Speaking of her face, it is a lovely oval with high cheekbones.

Her neck is long, tapered, and beautiful, set on slender shoulders that lead down to a rather... thin body over all, though not lacking in muscle, though it is far more wiry than it is bulk, built for speed and fast action rather than strength. She usually carries herself with dignity and the air of someone of importance -as she was for some time. her chin is often tilted just so and her hands resting as though to seem perfectly relaxed, though there is a perpetual sort of energy and motion in her limbs -as if she is ready for anything and everything and nothing all at the same time. She most commonly keeps at least two or more daggers hidden on her person at any one time. The more she has just in case.... the better in her opinion. Especially if she should need to throw one for whatever reason.

Personality


Bellatora Nocte is a very... dangerous woman. She has long made her living in ruling the more dangerous sorts. Or... at least the last seven turns. And those seven turns on top of the fact that she had no memory to speak of before she was found has taken her toll on her and left her with something of a very... different sort of personality.

She could be an angel. And to some she very well may be. But if that is so, she is a very broken angel. She is beautiful and is very aware of the fact - but marring her beauty is of little concern to her. Scars are more beautiful than flawless skin in her eyes. She is more likely to prefer a man who has suffered in battle and overcome. Perhaps that is why she finds certain riders attractive.

She has a kindness and gentleness about her most of the time... But it may change at a moment's notice without any warning. She can and has, in fact, learned to be very emotionless. She can be completely cold, calculating, and in control. She is levelheaded as a leader... But she has a fiery temper which can get he better of her at times. But this temper is normally carefully controlled and channeled into things of actual worth. This is one of her greatest prides. In fact... it is something of utmost importance to her. If she ever fails in this, she will punish herself quite mercilessly.

Death does not bother her. In fact... she feels a near nothingness about it - even when she is the killer, the assassin, or even, at times, the would be target. It is something that she has learned over the turns with the clan to be alright with. Death is a fact of life. People kill each other for what is needed. It happens. It is not the end of her life or the end of the world. She will be okay. And her victims, well, some she respects, some she does not.

She is highly intelligent and uses this as both a leader and in her daily life. She is a watcher and an observer of all things. Especially of escape routes and the patterns of lives around her. Very little escapes her notice. She can read people's expressions and traits quite easily most of the time and make logical inferences. Her harper skills are still but barely there - those of an apprentice, but she does enjoy them... for all she rarely uses them.

She has a great sense of duty as well as responsibility and self-worth. She will do what is necessary despite the consequences or what might befall her. She is rather protective of others. This simply comes from necessity in her eyes. she cares about people as it has been her job to protect, lead and look after others for as long as she can remember - which is not that far back, really. She is stubborn and, even when discouraged, will not give in... no matter what may come her way.

She always notices the dangers and the bad things in any situation first... then the positives or strengths. This includes in people... which may be why she find it doubtful she will ever enter any kind of real relationship.

Family (if any)
Completely Unknown
Nocte - adoptive father, renegade, deceased

Location Small, reclusive Island, then Rindell Village then Sollace, now at Trelis Weyr
Rank Dual



History
I still remember the fateful day when I awoke with Nocte looking over me, his concerned blue eyes flashing as I hardly moved or stirred. I was broken, battered, bruised. I don't remember what happened. But I know one thing - Nocte saved me. And I loved him for it. He didn't have a name for me. But the note that had been on my person... It said Bellatora. Bella... or Tora... The name comes easy now.

I could read. I read what was on the note. It made no sense. It was a note to someone... I don't recall meeting at a place I don't recall ever being or going to... or where it was. I had nothing but what I wore and carried. I was no rich lady, that was for certain. At only thirteen turns, though... there was plenty of time for me to learn what Nocte and the others could teach me. It was mostly fighting - surviving... But the truth was... they were renegades and not just any renegades, but warriors and survivors. And It was now part of my job to protect my clan. It was Nocte's clan. He was the leader... and my new dad.

Soon we found that I could play, sing, and paint. These were skills taht were few and far between amongst the clans... I was special, but that didn't mean I was excused from the hard work that came with being a member of the clan. Just the opposite. Because Nocte had no living children... I was his successor... No one wanted that. I was an outsider too recently come to the clan to lead it... But Nocte had been persistent - I was his adopted daughter. I was fully capable of learning. And I was yet young enough to do the learning that was needed.

And so I learned. I learned how to fight. I learned how to hunt. I learned how to gather. And I learned how to kill. The killing was the hardest part... But a part of you, once you come to understand the necessity... well... it becomes easier, much easier. And it continued to become easier as time went on, I am sad to say... Inhibitions can only take you so far.

I was eighteen when it happened. Nocte passed away. The clan celebrated his life and death in the traditions that I had been schooled in for the past five turns. The same day... I became the leader of our group - our clan - of Renegades. But it would be a short lived leadership filled with danger and challenge. Seemed like someone wanted to take me on to prove my worth as a leader every other minute. And that was not exactly enjoyable. But... We managed. By we, I mean me and my supporters - those who had staunchly followed Nocte before.

Our Island was remote. Very remote. But that would not protect us for too long. Not when it came to a group of riders looking for someone to hide. They wiped out the renegades here - or at least our group. Those of us who survived were left to run. I and two others who are now gone from me, I do not know if they live or die, have come closer to Rindell Village. But... At least I have one goal in mind - one thing I must do... I must avenge my family... and repay the debt I owe Nocte to protect them by taking vengeance on the riders who killed the clan... I made my way to Sollace to get closer to the Weyr and to my prey...

But it seems it won't be that easy. After all, being searched really does put a damper on those plans. But.. I suppose being at the same Weyr with those I despise... may yet be helpful... but of course, I am on the side of the rebellion, and I believe I have done all in my power to make that perfectly clear to Noita... While I was in Rindell Village.



Gold Firelizard Mai:

Name Mai
Pronunciation My
Age 0 Turns
Type Firelizard
Rank Gold
Size At full growth: 41 Inches
Color Codes
fff1da, fffacd, f0cf63, ffd000
Personality/Appearance
This flitter is very interesting to look at. Most of her body is made up of very pale golds, faded or muted, one even seeming slightly pinkish in a rose gold sort of way. She has one wing which is this extremely pale rose- gold while the other is a pale bronze-gold by comparison. Both are tipped wit ha true bright gold. Her legs are a light rose gold while her body is a pale, faded gold. a stripe rings along her lower body of bronze-gold. Her head is capped with bright gold which fades into the pale bronze-gold. Her legs and tail are all ringed with the true, bright gold.

As for her personality, this firelizard is fun-loving and sweet. She is innocent for the most part, though she has an evil, manipulative streak she keeps well hidden behind the innocent facade. She will only ever show her chosen the sweet side... unless she is being ignored. Over all, she is exuberant and loves to sing. She loves the sound of her own voice and demands that any bronze or brown in the area love it too. She has a need to control others and will often demand that Hers get more pets in order that she might be able to order them around because, despite all appearances, she will forever be, in truth, sub-serviant to Hers. And Hers will be most important to her. She will be prone to fits of jealousy, though these may taper off as she grows older.


The Wannabe Knight Brown: 130E09, 918D87, 77736D, 15100B
Name: Torask
Handler: Bellatora *Tora*
Mutation: None
Size: 6 feet
Characteristics: Long and lanky body with longer tail and legs, finely built head *sort of built like a racehorse*
Personality: Heroic, Driven, Egotistical, Thinks he's a Knight in shining armor, Protective, Loyal



The Fair Maiden Green: cfe93f
Name: Bellask
Handler: Bellatora *Bella*
Mutation: None
Size: 3.2 feet
Characteristics: Tiny, very tiny, short legs, short legs.
Personality: Shy, Soft-spoken, Worries often, Doesn't like crowds
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