Hellion

Rosefell High.

@HaleyTheRandom, at your leisure...

Alex Bellamy | Cool af, but not really...

Name

Alexander Randall Bellamy

Nickames

Usually Alex, but maybe “Bell” by some of his closer friends

Age

18

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Artist/Photographer (more recently for the Yearbook & other school activities)

Appearance Details

Tall, thin, and lean, at six-foot-one, Alex is a guy who’s noticed when walking in crowds, even if he doesn’t want to be. He dresses as though he were pulled from the 1990s, always with the black grunge aesthetic, and long dark shaggy unkempt hair which sometimes obscured half of his face. His skin is fairly pale and he has a single tattoo on his left arm, the Norse symbol “Vegvísir”, which he did to himself with a sewing needle and india ink on a whim (Something his father still hasn’t forgiven him for doing). Occasionally he has a cigarette or toothpick dangling from his lips, a terrible habit born out of anxiety, and something he keeps on the down low.

Personality Traits

Despite how he acts sometimes, Alex is highly intelligent, yet introverted for the most part, and the socially awkward side of him isn’t too far behind. But over time, and under the right conditions, he can be less rigid and a little more talkative to those he trusts. He tends to feel more at home surrounded by his many artistic endeavors, or behind a camera, capturing other people or places. He’s a neat freak, and has bouts of OCD, especially when it comes to his own stuff. “Everything has it’s place.” He’ll often comment under his breath.

What you will find however, is the more you get to know him, the more you realize that he is a nice guy with a kind heart. It’s simply peeling past all the layers of insecurity that need to be dealt with first.

Biography

Alex was usually one not to push, but rather let the cards fall where they may. Growing up as an only child in a middle class family, he had a fairly good upbringing. Both parents were pretty typical, both loved one another, but argued over the dumbest of shit almost on a daily. Overall, childhood was easy in suburban Pennsylvania.

Easy, until an accident took his mother’s life, and left a void so large in the twelve year old’s heart and soul, that he found himself reaching for a purpose. He was like any kid before, just out playing, being social, being active. But after the tragedy, he wanted nothing to do with anyone, or anything. As time passed, his father had remarried, and it was his step-mother who introduced the boy to art as a way to express himself in any way he chose. It was an outlet that allow him to pour all of the pent up anger, fear and sorrow into each drawing, painting, or photo. He’d found his purpose once again. To create. And art was his only friend.

During the summer between his junior and senior years, his family moved to Columbus, Ohio, where his father landed a new job. The move was tough, considering Alex had to leave all his friends, his school, and his hangouts, and “fitting in” was not something he was ready for. Friends were different, bad habits were formed, and it was now his senior year in a new school where he really didn’t want to be at times, and perhaps other times, it was just where he needed to be.

Family

Father - Roger Bellamy
Step Mother - Karen Bellamy

Misc.

Maxence Danet-Fauvel | 00aeef
Favorite thing about Christmas?: When it’s over.

Rosefell High.

Also for anyone that may be looking to join up, we are only accepting male characters at this time. Thank you for understanding.

@HaleyTheRandom

I want to be the butchest male only.

CHAMPIONS of DRAYDON ⚔️

Far as posting goes, I've usually been waiting for Hellion to post to follow a sort-of loose order, but they're waiting on DM. I've got Strings and La Fleur on deck for me, so if another day or so goes by I'll crank out another Renault post!

@Ghost Shadow

By all means, post way. Don't bother waiting for me, since your post doesn't have any bearing on our characters.

That being said, I'm not exactly sure how I'd back out of my last post other than to just assume @Unknown DM's character suddenly fell on the ground unconscious :/

Musings n' Dreams

I once felt loved; significant even.
Your words meant something.
Each syllable a brush stroke of beauty.

But time is cold. It can change a person.
You weren't the same person I fell for.
Once the thought of you brought smiles.
But what is left is empty. A void.

I became a means to an end.
A piece in your life game.
A front-line warrior until,
I became useless. Dead.

You worried about losing me at one time,
yet, it was your wall of ice that pushed me away.

Checkmate.

Hello all

Welcome to the Guild!

CHAMPIONS of DRAYDON ⚔️

I'm pretty sure that is still the intention. My post just offers a plot hook for players, and the time of day in the post doesn't line up with the current setting for everybody else, so I'm tactfully relocating it after the other posts so the continuity lines up. After that, you can go right ahead with grabbing the hook or going your own way lol

@Whoami

I'm not sure any of us know just how long our group will be in the tavern, since that was the "meeting/intro" setting for our characters, however, I hope you don't feel the need to prematurely push the timeline to accommodate your isolated character. No one is in the position to rush their posts.

Musings n' Dreams

I took your absence
as a sign to move on.
Now the melody has changed
and I sing a new song.

My heart, broken blue
my mind split in two.
And yet I gained peace
at the loss of you.

I took the heartache
and I learned a lesson.
I began after we ended
you leaving was my blessing.

CHAMPIONS of DRAYDON ⚔️

Also an unrelated idea for your discretion, @Scrivener, as to your thoughts on possibly making a Discord server for the RP? Or if anyone else had thoughts/opinions on that for the matter lol

@Ghost Shadow

I'd be down for that. It's convenient for quick discussions, although I think important posts should still be made in OOC.

CHAMPIONS of DRAYDON ⚔️

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It was good to have finally had the chance to rest at the tavern, stretch her muscles, and allow the atmosphere within the establishment to wash away the arduous trek that was made to the city of Draydon. The meal and drink ordered previously came within a few short minutes, and the elven server barely made eye contact with the Goliath as both the large bowl of stew and the pitcher of ale were set down onto the table. This wasn’t anything new to Vah’lux, as for most her life, those of different races and cultures tended to see the pseudo-giants as nothing more than an abomination, and the glances were either out of sheer shock, or perhaps not at all. Some even felt as though staring for too long at a Goliath would cause a curse upon them. Tales such as those were both laughable and sad.

“Thank you.” Vah’lux nodded toward the other, lifting the ladle and consuming several mouthfuls of the warm food, occasionally wiping thin lines of broth that ran down the sides of her chin. She may have been raised in the wilds, but it didn’t mean she had to forego etiquette, even amongst beings who sorely lacked it at times.

As moments passed -and as if by some unknown entity- the sensation of what could only be described as a light finger running up the Goliath’s spine was felt, causing her to flinch ever so slightly. And what followed was an elderly human, dressed in finely tailored garments, making his way through the front door, and into the main hall of the tavern. His words seemed boisterous, yet confident, as he spoke to the proprietor at the bar, and pulling gold from his purse as though he had plenty to spare. Vah’lux looked up between bites of food, arching an eyebrow at the flash and theatrical attire the old man chose to wear, and managed to grunt a single word under her breath.

”Mages…”

Magic, much like the air one would breathe, resonated in just about everything to some degree, divine, arcane, or otherwise. The Goliath was no stranger to it, as many Shaman in her tribe were healers, spiritual guides, and a number of other useful disciplines, which called about many schools. However, as with many of her kind, magic itself was looked upon with much suspicion, as it was truly hard to tell what motives kept a spellcaster going throughout their life. Was it greed? Thirst for knowledge? Did the trail of magic end in darkness? There were too many variables to even conceive, and Vah’lux wanted nothing to do with it.

Damn.

As though the mage could read the disgust in the Goliath’s mind -which was an unsettling thought all it’s own- the elderly human headed over toward the table where Vah’lux was about half-way through her meal, and proceeded with a barrage of words that seemed to be more out of adoration and awe for her kind and presence. It was a most unusual and awkward moment for the Goliath, as she swallowed whatever was left in her mouth, glancing around the room for a moment wondering why this man was speaking directly to her in the first place. Interestingly, in her short years as Gladiator, she has had several admirers from various ports and cities throughout Faerun, and while much of her social interactions with “fans” were, at times, a self-coerced act, she still managed to keep very much to herself. However, every so often, she does manage to attract the random tavern patron, who -no doubt- sees her as something of a novelty above anything.

“I am glad I didn’t disappoint then.” She said in a husky voice, wiping a bit of food from the corner of her mouth, and managing to crack a half-smile. “And that is a...fine set of clothing you’re wearing.” The end of that statement sounded almost unsure, as she honestly didn’t know how else to respond at such an impromptu time.

CHAMPIONS of DRAYDON ⚔️

I'll see about getting a post up by tomorrow, however, no guarantees due to the holiday week.