Belle Weston

Full Name: ::A willowy girl with tumbling auburn curls that fall to her waist messily, slouches easily against the wall, a cigarette dangling in hand. When you ask her question, a small, insolent smile curls from otherwise pretty pink lips, and heavy lidded hazel eyes give you a decided once over. Without so much as a nod to acknowledge your existence after that quick glance, she cranes her neck back so that it also rests on the wall, with an indifferent expression on her face.:: Isabelle Weston. Belle, if ya like. ::lifts up her cigarette and takes a slow drag::

Age: ::She answers blandly, with the slightest hint of a Southern drawl.:: Seventeen, eighteen. Somethin' like that. ::is seventeen and knows it::

Appearance: ::vaguely:: Oh, ya know. ::She waves the hand that has the cigarette in it, and shrugs. Belle is definitely is striking, with sharp, angular features, a classic nose, and almond shaped hazel eyes. At 5'7" she's a bit on the tall side for a girl, tending to use that height to her advantage when she can, and has a nice, slim figure to compliment her stature. Though she could never be called pretty, she knows that men are still attracted to her often enough and finds men in general endlessly amusing - especially if they are attracted to her.::

Background: ::dryly:: Just your average runaway Southern girl. ::Belle ran away from her home at the tender age of thirteen and has been moving ever since, usually by stowing away on trains. She doesn't especially like New York, because she spent nearly all her time in New York in the Refuge, and isn't quite sure why she's staying here at all.:: Char. Relationships = ::rolls her eyes:: If your askin' if there's anyone I care about, then no. ::languidly rakes her eyes over you once again:: And I doubt that's about to change. ::Honestly doesn't care about any of her relatives, nor anyone she's met so far, and really doesn't intend to. She's had brief relationships before, but in general, she doesn't find anyone worth her time.::

Relationships: ::At that, she flicks her cigarette ashes at you and walks away. Belle is usually vague or indifferent, but can sometimes make the most odd, cruel or outrageous comments when they occur to her, and she tends to say them at the most inopportune times. Whether this is purposely or not, it's hard for most to tell, though it does sometime seem as if she's just trying to get a reaction or stir up trouble, and other times it seems as if she's saying it simply because she's oblivious of the usage of tact.::

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Full Name:	::A willowy girl with tumbling auburn curls that fall to her waist messily, slouches easily against the wall, a cigarette dangling in hand. When you ask her question, a small, insolent smile curls from otherwise pretty pink lips, and heavy lidded hazel eyes give you a decided once over. Without so much as a nod to acknowledge your existence after that quick glance, she cranes her neck back so that it also rests on the wall, with an indifferent expression on her face.:: Isabelle Weston. Belle, if ya like. ::lifts up her cigarette and takes a slow drag::
Age:	::She answers blandly, with the slightest hint of a Southern drawl.:: Seventeen, eighteen. Somethin' like that. ::is seventeen and knows it::
Appearance:	::vaguely:: Oh, ya know. ::She waves the hand that has the cigarette in it, and shrugs. Belle is definitely is striking, with sharp, angular features, a classic nose, and almond shaped hazel eyes. At 5'7" she's a bit on the tall side for a girl, tending to use that height to her advantage when she can, and has a nice, slim figure to compliment her stature. Though she could never be called pretty, she knows that men are still attracted to her often enough and finds men in general endlessly amusing - especially if they are attracted to her.::
Background:	::dryly:: Just your average runaway Southern girl. ::Belle ran away from her home at the tender age of thirteen and has been moving ever since, usually by stowing away on trains. She doesn't especially like New York, because she spent nearly all her time in New York in the Refuge, and isn't quite sure why she's staying here at all.:: Char. Relationships = ::rolls her eyes:: If your askin' if there's anyone I care about, then no. ::languidly rakes her eyes over you once again:: And I doubt that's about to change. ::Honestly doesn't care about any of her relatives, nor anyone she's met so far, and really doesn't intend to. She's had brief relationships before, but in general, she doesn't find anyone worth her time.::
Relationships:	::At that, she flicks her cigarette ashes at you and walks away. Belle is usually vague or indifferent, but can sometimes make the most odd, cruel or outrageous comments when they occur to her, and she tends to say them at the most inopportune times. Whether this is purposely or not, it's hard for most to tell, though it does sometime seem as if she's just trying to get a reaction or stir up trouble, and other times it seems as if she's saying it simply because she's oblivious of the usage of tact.::
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