Belamie Dre

Name: Belamie Dre
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Birthday: January 21
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: She has two scars down her back from an unfortunate street fight.

Personality:
Outside of Battle
Belamie tends to appear selfish and self-centered at times, but this is because she always had to take care of herself. Her father disowned her when she was young, but not before drilling it into her young brain that she would never amount to anything due to her feminine status. Her father had dreamed of having a son, it was the only thing he had ever wanted with the rest of his life, but her mother died delivering Belamie, robbing her father of the dream of having sons. When she was five, her father took her to the square, sat her down with an ice cream, and told her he would be right back. Belamie waited, but her father never returned. A young boy of ten took pity on her. He helped her to food and showed her some of his tricks, but he didn’t stay long; Belamie can barely remember him now.
She became masterful at pick pocketing and manipulation. She also began to hang around the street fights. She envied their strength and power to fend for themselves. She began copying their moves and eventually began fighting. It took a while before she started winning. She would lose brutally, but that wouldn’t stop her from wanting to improve herself. She used to fight often, but after she broke several bones in one of the fights, she has scaled back the frequency in which she enters. She does enjoy a good spar now and then.  
On the streets, she had to take what she needed. She couldn’t trust anyone because most of the time they were just like her. What reason did she have to trust anyone anyway, no one had ever helped her. Manipulation became an easier, less messy way, to get what she needed. People were only too happy to help the damsel in distress.  She is always willing to go up and talk to anybody, but that's usually because she is playing some con. She takes what she needs when she needs it, and hasn't really had any one she felt she needed to be loyal to. Deep down she is lonely, but she would never acknowledge it. Emotions are weakness, and she cannot afford to show weaknesses.
Inside of Battle
Belamie is rarely seen in battle nowadays. She has had her time as a street fighter, which she still keeps up on, but she prefers the stealthy way; she would rather pick pocket than mug someone. She would rather defeat the enemy by gathering intelligence rather than a full out brawl. When she does get into a fight, she uses he agility and quickness to outwit the offender. She is not afraid to take the easy way out, because what is the point of being doing the opposite if you are dead or beaten. She uses little tricks and manipulations in battle just as she does in her everyday life. It would take a lot to get her to be a leader of an army, or of anything. She would much rather hang in the back and slink away from any responsibility. If cornered, you better believe she will do anything she can to save herself. She is not the type to be a hero. The only person she cares about is herself, because she has never met anyone else to do it for her.

Likes:

• Stars - She has spent countless nights under the stars. They were earliest form of entertainment, connecting the dots and creating stories with the figures she imagined. She always gets the feeling of home when she looks up at the stars.
  

• Pubs -  She doesn't mind knocking back a few every now and then to take the edge off any emotions that start creeping up. She always meets the most interesting people, and well served patrons make the best targets
  

• Water - She loves nothing more than jumping into a lake, wading in a stream, or diving into the ocean. The water is calm and silent, but also extremely powerful. She loves how it can carry her away like she is nothing.
  

Dislikes:

• High-Class - She finds them snooty and arrogant. She hates that they have never had to struggle for anything. She can feel them looking down on her; she doesn't know why it bothers her so much, but it does
  

• Morning - she would rather stay up until 5am than have to get up at 5am. She tends to stay up late at night to watch the stars, or to work one of her targets. She hates when the sun comes up and erases the stars from view.
  

• Youngins - They are so gross, and covered with sticky stuff and smell awful. They are loud, and cry too much. They are also way too needy for her lifestyle.
  

Motivations:

• Survival - everything that she does is so that she can survive. She pick pockets and manipulates people so she can at the very least get the necessities in life
  

• Loneliness - she hasn't quite realized or accepted it yet, but she is lonely. She is almost 23 and she has nothing to show for it. As she continues to moves forward in life, this loneliness she feels is going to start directing her actions.
  

• Improvement - She had it drilled in her mind before the age of five that she will never be good enough. So however good she is at something, she never feels like it is good enough. So she keeps challenging herself to get stronger, quicker, smarter, etc.
  

Fears:

• Going Hungry - She is afraid that one day she will loose her mojo and have no means of survival. To combat this, she has recently decided to join one of those guild things she has heard so much about and try to make an "honest" living.
  

• Her father - she is terrified that one day she will accidentally bump into her father. Not that she remembers what he looks like; hopefully he won't recognize her either.
  

• Seaweed - as much as she loves the water, she hates the plants that grow underneath it. Some fishermen had told her a scary story when she was younger. Dead people at the bottom of bodies of water hand onto seaweed like fishing line to pull people down into the muck to join them there. She hasn't been able to kick the eerie feeling since.
  

General Appearance


Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125
Hair: Chin length brown hair.
Eyes: Gray
Skin Tone: Light
Appearance: She typically wears a white button up with a tan cropped leather jacket she had found in the street and white pants. She wears several holsters with knee high brown riding boots, and a red scarf. She usually has small packs attached to her so she can carry pretty much everything she owns with her.

Spoiler:

Guild/Council

Guild: Black Rose
Tattoo: Black on the the left shoulder blade
Rank: D