Anna Belle - Complete

[Anna Belle]

NAME: Anna Belle Michaud
NICKNAME: Belle
AGE: Eighteen
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Bellefonte Academy College Student
FACE CLAIM: Nina Agdal

POWER:

Telepathic Illusions

If you were to ask someone what they feel is the most important thing in their life you would receive an endless amount of differing answers. What do I believe is the correct answer? The mind. It is the root of all emotions, of memories, both good and bad, and of the things that make us who we are. Contrary to popular belief, the mind is run by the unconscious section of our brain, and this section is always eager to eat up new information. Belle’s abilities allow her to project telepathic illusions by establishing false transmissions of information into the minds of others without the use of physical interaction.

There is no doubt that this is a powerful and dangerous gift, but it does come with its downfalls. Using power such as this causes a drain in energy, of which the brain uses twenty percent, and results in headaches. Headaches are often linked to stress and a strain on the body physically, meaning that the more her ability is used the worse the headaches will get. Also, when it comes to skill she is lacking. The brain is a muscle that needs exercise, and needs time to develop. So not only is she not prepared to use her gift frequently, but it is also not fully developed yet. The ability to project a whole circumstance to another person is out of her reach. She is currently able to project just one or two certain thing into someone’s mind, such as another human being, an animal, or an object. Although, she can create whole scenarios in her own mind, most likely because it is much simpler to alter your own thoughts.

Once her adrenaline starts pumping and she is ready to begin burning up her energy she can project an illusion for about twelve minutes maximum if it is small, and three minutes minimum if it is significantly complicated. Keep in mind that with the use of more energy it is possible to make the effected person believe that they can see, touch, or smell what she is creating. All senses first send 'codes' to the brain to be processed, and she is able to access this section of the brain to produce these codes. She can usually produce up to about three illusion one right after another, considering that they are a moderate degree of difficulty, not tiny and not huge.

Regenerating her energy is just like you would think. When using in depth illusions she is usually in desperate need of rest, and is often fragile due to her building head aches, making her much less useful after projecting something complex. These illusions can reach a circular range of about three feet on average, and can reach anyone's mind that she chooses in that region, but it will depend on the strength she has leftover from any other exertion of energy. Small illusions are not as hard on the body, and do not create a sleep deprived feeling as the other does, but more of a exhausted feeling. Like she has just finished taking a jog, and needs to catch her breath. This allows for more illusions in a smaller span of time, and only requires an estimate of a five minute break. These types of projections can reach a span of six feet, double that of the other. Her power can be interrupted fairly easily. As long as you have broken her concentration you have shattered the illusion she is creating, but of course she is excellent at concentrating.



APPEARANCE SECTION:

Belle is a moderately tall and slender young woman. She reaches a height of about five feet and nine inches, and a weight of about one hundred and twenty pounds. From a distance her eyes appear to be hazel, but flakes of green can be seen surrounding her iris. Her gaze lies upon others with an unforgiving ambience that is rather unsettling. Her face takes an oval shape with features that are well defined and elegantly formed. Her skin glows with a soft dark complexion, due to her Mediterranean descent.

Her strides are so obviously full of uncertainty and self-awareness that it significantly distracts from any of her other physical features. Not only do her steps appear to be awkward, but she also walks with a slight in-toe gate, otherwise known as walking pigeon toed. If you see past her disconcert demeanor you will see her her hands are riddled with small cuts and scratches, with nails that are ripped down so that the white of the nail is no longer existent. Within all of this she maintains an exceptionally strong jaw line, that could almost portray a small substance of confidence and passion.

MUST HAVE APPAREL:

There isn't any specific clothing that Belle can be seen in, but she is more often than not dressed casually. She tends to stick with jeans and jeans shorts with a graphic tee, a solid v neck, a big sweater, or maybe a plaid button up top. Her long wavy hair is usually pulled back in a tight ponytail, to avoid distraction, which draws more attention to her pierced ears. She's also a girl who loves to wear rings and bracelets as frequently as possible, most likely so that she can twist them around her fingers and wrist when she's feeling anxious.

PERSONALITY SECTION:

To put it simply, if I haven't already made it obvious, Belle has a bit of a social anxiety disorder. As a child she was sent to a doctor that specialized in anxiety disorders, and it did help, but didn't quite cure her. Some common traits that go along with social anxiety are difficulty talking to people, trembling, muscle tension, and shakiness of voice. Belle is almost always dealing with one of these issues, one because of her disorder, and two because she constantly needs to focus on keeping her concentration as to not accidentally unleash her powers.

For a more regular description I would say she is just your average teenager. From childhood to adulthood she was constantly involved in various physical activity to keep in shape, and academic activities to keep her mind sharp, which proved to be more important than she had originally thought. She really enjoys taking hikes, anything involving animals and nature, and is a big baseball fan.

EXTRA QUIRK:

Belle has a few little quirks, but nothing too wild. In uncomfortable situation she is always tapping her foot or nails, messing with her jewelry or clothing, playing with her hair, or ripping at her nails. She's also very finicky and likes to have things in order and her way. As for the cuts on her hands that I mentioned, they come from a need to keep concentration. When she feels as though she is slipping into her own illusion she digs her nails into her hand to keep herself planted in the real world.

APPEARANCE IN CHARACTER:

A light glimmers in the corner of a drab and almost eerily undecorated room. An ivory curtain almost completely covers an obviously unwashed window except for one slit of space where a stream of light is gleaming through. The sun is rising and she didn’t get one second of sleep.

“Every time.”

The voice that escapes her lips is surprisingly low, raspy, absent of life. In her hands she holds a journal and a ballpoint pen. The book is open, and the pages before her are filled with countless words. She tosses the journal away and slowly creeps up out of her bed, pushing the covers away, and eventually pushing herself up onto her feet. A mirror sits upon a dresser on the other end of the room, along with a lamp and an alarm clock, which is rarely used. She makes her way to it, and peers at herself in the mirror. Gently she pushes back strands of caramel blonde hair, and then proceeds to wipe away the excess eyeliner from beneath her eyes. Her eyes appear to be hazel, with a hint of green around the iris.

With one hand on her head she finds herself back on the bed. Her eyes close tight and a single tear rolls down her cheek, but she instinctively wipes it away.

“What is it about mornings that get to me?”

Reluctantly she rises from the bed once more and goes back to the mirror. She opens the drawer in front of her which is filled with jeans in different shades of denim, and she chooses the darkest pair. The drawer below contains a mixture of solid v-necks, tank tops, and plaid button ups. She chooses a red and blue plaid shirt that appears to have been worn multiple times. After dressing she pulls her hair back into a tight ponytail and applies a thick looking red lipstick. She once learned that red is associated with strength and power, and she now looks at herself again but with more confidence, and more readiness for the day.

FATHER: James Michaud

MOTHER: Rose Michaud

SIBLINGS: Brother, Brandon Michaud

PET: None

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None

WORTHY MENTIONS: None

FAMILY/PERSONALITY IN CHARACTER:

With each step she takes there is a creaking sound that alerts everyone in the house that someone is coming downstairs. An aroma of pancakes and eggs fills the air, and for the first time Belle feels the emptiness of her stomach. She enters a hallway and makes a right into a lovely almost country style dining room. Four chairs create a perimeter around a long oval shaped wooden table; two of these chairs are filled. One is filled by a middle aged man, about forty five, with a hair color that is indiscernible between blonde and gray, and deep brown eyes. The other chair is occupied by a young man no older than thirteen with the same brown eyes, but identical hair to Belle’s.

“Good morning.”

The man says, finally piping up after a few moments of silence. Belle murmurs something under her breath, perhaps a good morning, and then sits in one of the empty seats. The three of them sit in silence, and she ponders whether or not she should have skipped breakfast again. She hadn’t attending in, oh, I don’t know, a week or two. Her foot is tapping now, and she promptly forces herself to stop. That’s the thing about quirks and habits; they’re hard to get rid of. If she wasn’t tapping her foot she would be messing with her hair, grinding her teeth, or biting her nails. All a part of her anxiety, or so her mother seems to keep trying to convince her.

“Anna, sweetie, joining us today!”

Belle’s mother, Rose, speaks while entering the room, wearing a beautiful floral print dress. Her voice is like that of someone who aims to please, comforting and sincere. Rose immediately places the platters of food in the center of the table and takes a seat beside Belle’s father. Now she can feel herself ripping at her nails, but this time she doesn’t stop. It is now obvious that she doesn’t quite have a way with people. Her eyes make their way to a window just across the room and she finds herself lost in various clouds floating about the sky. Not long until summer is over, not long until she will be moving away from this place. She’d never complain, because there was no reason to complain. Her family was well off, her home was nice, and she had never had a need go unfulfilled in her life, and yet it all seemed wrong. At some point a teenager should get the urge to make it on their own, right? Isn’t that how it works? She wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter, regardless she would soon be gone, a bird ready to begin flight.

CHILDHOOD:

As a child, Belle spent most over her time before attending school playing your usual children's games. Although she always seemed to favor anything involving matching, answering questions, just using her head. Growing up in a good home made it easy to learn a lot, and to become a relatively stable human being.

When Belle started kindergarten she showed her first signs of social anxiety. She seemed to have more trouble making friends than anyone else, and not only did she not know how to speak to her peers, but they didn't want to speak to her. It was apparent that despite her best efforts she would be filling the slot of 'outcast' in her class, which isn't exactly something mom would be proud of. When she was seven years old she began having sessions with an anxiety specialist, Doctor Phillips. In these sessions she was instructed to record her daily events and thoughts as often as possible and in as much detail possible.


ADOLESCENCE:

At the age of fifteen her mind began operating the way it was always meant to. One day at school, after watching a documentary about scorpions that her mother had chosen for her, Belle projected a scorpion in her teacher's mind without even realizing it. The whole event was rather chaotic, and honestly there was no reason to believe that Belle had any gifts, it was as if the teacher had gone insane.

After this occurred, similar phenomenons continued to take place in Belle's school. She still was completely lacking in control of her gifts, but they seemed to be running rampant without her help. She started being home schooled after all the commotion over all the issues with the school, and she was also becoming much more nervous around people, and was beginning to suffer from sleep deprivation. Her parents felt it would be best to keep her at home where she could be watched, and hopefully cured, little did they know that there is know cure for this type of matter.

About a week after the incident with her teacher, Belle's powers finally truly manifested themselves. After a long day of her brother getting on her last nerves she allowed him to be attacked by spiders that seemed to appear out of nowhere. After being tormented throughout the day Belle began to get fed up with his complaining, I mean they weren't bothering her, and then the spiders began to attack him furiously, causing him to attempt to escape from their grasp. He was then hit by a car outside their house, only broke a few bones though, and soon enough Belle had figured out what she had done. Her illusions had come to the point where they were preparing to overwhelm her, so that they could control themselves. Luckily this event brought her to the realization of what was really happen, she had special gifts. 

Being recruited to Bellefonte Academy happened faster than she could have imagined. One day she was discovering her abilities and the next she was preparing to leave and explore them deeper than she ever had before. Unfortunately, the first few years of schooling left in her a bit of a bad place. Spending time with other students was more of a hassle than a pleasure. The first year at Bellefonte turned into more of a challenge of concentration than anything else. Not only was it a struggle with all of the minds around her, but with her own mind, keeping herself well grounded.

As for friends, Belle had never considered anyone at Bellefonte a friend, more like acquaintances. People, faces that she recognized and saw on a daily basis, but no one she identified with. She was, after all, more interested in her own obstacles than those of others. Keeping to herself had been her top priority while still in high school.

CHILDHOOD/ADOLESCENCE IN CHARACTER:

July 16, 2003

Dear Journal:
I feel a little silly writing in this but the doctor says that I need to. I guess it’s good to know what you’re feeling all the time, but I don’t know why. These things are for kids and I am already seven years old. I’m supposed to be keeping track of my time with the doctor too, so I guess I’ll do that. I’ve had a few other appointments with Doctor Phillips, but this is the first time he has told me to write things down. He says I have trouble interacting with other kids, but that just isn’t true. They just don’t like me, and that isn’t my fault. I want to have fun just like everyone else, but everyone avoids me. No one ever feels like playing with me, except Brandon. That’s my baby brother, he’s nice to me and I think that's pretty cool.

September 23, 2011

Dear Journal:
Today my teacher had to go to the hospital. It was kind of scary. For me and for all the other kids. An ambulance came and took her away, and she was really afraid of a scorpion, but that was really ridiculous. They don't just have scorpions in schools! It was sort of weird because just last night I was watching a documentary about scorpions on TV, my mom makes me do dumb stuff like that. So yeah, I learned a lot about them. Maybe Mrs. Miller watched it too, because she really lost it today worrying about them, and that's what made sense to me. I told my mom all about it, and she seemed kind of worried too. I guess today was just a day for people to be worried.

September 25, 2011

Dear Journal:
Things have been so weird lately. I just started being home schooled this week and I told my mom that I really didn't want to. I know that I didn't have a lot friends at school, but I really like school, and I really like learning. There just seems to be this weird streak of teachers and students seeing things, hallucinating they say, and it upsets my mom. Usually little things, but sometimes bigger things. I'm not sure what it's all about, but I hear all kinds of stories from everyone in town. Polluted water, bad food, something in the air... I don't know, I'm not buying it. Anyways, Doctor Phillips says that I need to be open to conversation and sharing my thoughts, especially with my family.

October 2, 2011

Dear Journal:
This is hard to write about, but Doctor Phillips says I have to. I don't know what to say. Sorry about the smudges. Yesterday I had a really bad headache, so I took a break from classes. Then Brandon starting being weird. Complaining that there were spiders following him around, tormenting him, and then disappearing. And see just last night I had a nightmare just like that. So then I started paying attention to him, and you know what? I could see them too. I think that maybe they had something to do with me, but I don't understand why. And they weren't bothering me so I don't know what the big deal was, Brandon is always so dramatic, asking for attention. It's annoying.
So then these spiders really started bugging him I guess. And he tried running away, ran right into the street. Got hit. That's what Doctor Phillips says that I have to write down. He wonders why I don't feel worse about it, and honestly I don't know why I don't. The car wasn't going very fast, and Brandon only broke a few bones. He's going to be just fine. Everything is going to be just fine.

October 3, 2011

Dear Journal:
It's getting worse, so much worse. I know what I am, but why.

SAMPLE:

Sunflowers. The scent of sunflowers, the feeling of them upon her finger tips…

“Wake up, Belle, snap out of it.”

After years of having such vivid dreams it’s become nothing more than a routine for her to wake herself up. Belle looks around her room wearily, taking in the sight of sunflowers sprouting up from her bedroom floor, rather unnaturally. Her eyes close and she slowly shakes her head, as if she is telling someone no to an unwanted question. Now her eyes are open and the flowers are gone, the room is empty and almost portentous. It always feels that way after they go away, her illusions. It’s like she has ripped something out of her mind that she desperately wanted to hold onto, and now it’s gone. A strange feeling, to say the least, almost reminiscent.

It’s Monday, and Monday means kickboxing, classes, and then a yoga session. Anna dresses herself in a tee and athletic shorts and makes her way to the fitness room. It’s not a particularly large room, but it is sizable enough for her sessions, and is completely surrounded by mirrors. More creepy than useful, or so she thinks. Anna began taking a kickboxing class when she was about seventeen, for self-defense purposes, and also fitness purposes, but never for offensive purposes. That would be simply outrageous.

The silence in the room is broken by the sound of the door opening and closing. Through the doorway walks a younger man, about thirty, rather tall, and obviously physically fit. His eyes meet Belle’s and he smiles with a mixed expression of kindness and pity. She smiles back, much more forced than his smile, but she’s had lots of practice, and he's wholly aware of that.

“Good to see you, Anna Belle. Ready for our lesson?”

He maintains his grin as he speaks, and Anna nods in response. They begin the session with the basics, which is all they ever seem to do. These lessons have been going on for a year, yet they never seem to get very far. Probably mother’s orders, always mother’s orders. Belle’s mind wanders elsewhere, anywhere but in this same old place, and she finds her thoughts interrupted by her trainer, Garrison’s, voice.

“Feet firmly grounded. Come on! You ought to know that by now! What am I here for, huh? Now come on. Jab, cross, jab. Yeah that’s it!”

He laughs a bit, and gives her a signal of approval. She’s concentrating now, jab, jab, uppercut, hook. It’s only fun once there’s actually some fighting going on, but it never lasts long. Now they’re back to working on her stance, making sure her swings aren’t out of control. Garrison’s always saying that practice makes perfect, just in case she’s never heard that before. Now her mind is wandering again, it’s always wandering…
Now there’s blood, on the floor, on her hand, on his face. She falls back into reality and examines the situation. His nose is bleeding but he seems unfazed, like this happens all the time.

“I’m so sorry.”

Belle’s voice is shaky, almost inaudible. She searches the room for something to stop the bleeding and spots a medical kit on a shelf across the room. She goes to it, reaches for it, it disappears in her hands. Not real, she tells herself. Her hands are shaking and the sweat from her neck drips down her back like a sudden rain on a perfectly sunny day. Objects are appearing around the room, the silhouette of a nurse begins materializing before her eyes and she wants to escape, she has to escape.

“I’m sorry.”

She murmurs again, reaches for the door knob and rushes from the room. She finds herself longing for the smell of sunflowers.

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AGE GROUP: Late teens.

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