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Name: Solia DeBelle

Nicknames: Belle

Age: 16 20

Birthday: May 9th

Sign: Taurus

Blood Type: O+

Fav. Food: Gummi Bears

Hated Food: French Toast

School: Crystal Graduate

Hobbies:
One's she 'told' to do by her overbearing mother: Singing, (Opera), flute,
dancing

Her real hobbies:

Knitting: Scarfs, socks, and well, any pattern she can get hands on, Solia knits happily. It’s relaxing, and it passes time. Plus, don’t you love just getting a nice pair of mittens?
Stalking: Well, not QUITE stalking. Solia tends to develop harmless crushes on guys(and girls) every so often, so she’ll follow them around, too embarrassed to talk to them. So, as a result, many think she’s a stalker, when really, she’s just shy and embarrassed.
Cleaning: Like knitting it relaxes her, and in some cases she sees it as a challenge. It makes her feel like she has control of something.



Gemstone: Emerald

Virtues:

Empathetic- Solia relates herself to those who feel brought down and alone. Her shy nature makes her afraid to go out and make friends, but, when she sees a fellow person alone, she finds them more approachable, and will seek them out and want to help them. Her empathy doesn’t extend to those who are in groups or have known groups, as her spiteful nature believes these people to be the one who aim to suppress her. And when people are in groups, she simply cannot relate her nature to their own.

Motivated - Solia is going to get things done and done well. Not to mention on time, organized, and make it look very good. She spares no effort in any job she is given, even if it’s one she’s been roped into. Or, on she simply doing for fun. If she had to do something, she’s going to impress you. She is going to make you ashamed of your skills in comparison to her’s.

Ambitious- Solia wants to go places. She wants to see the world. She wants to be noticed. With her flaws, she wants nothing more than to learn to overcome her meekness, and be able to stand up for herself. Overall: She wants something, she will work her a** off to get it.

Steadfast- Years of monotonous daily routines have been drilled into Solia, and now she functions in a way akin to a robot. Everything has it’s place. There is a system that all must follow. Guidelines, rules, procedures, Solia enjoys these things, as they give her set boundaries and goals. Regiment diets, strict clothing policies? She doesn’t mind. What does this mean personality wise? She’s not one to change her habits anytime soon. She is who she is, and the process of change will not be easy for her.

Flaws:

Blind- In her eyes those who have her loyalty and trust, they can do no wrong, even when the facts are right in front of her. It clearly isn't their fault and they are never in the wrong. EVER. Those who she relates to are her allies, her equals. Those with authority, (often adults), and flawless and to be respected.

Meek/Shy- Solia cannot stand up for herself. As a result, she gets walked on constantly. Not to mention she won’t fight back when she’s insulted or anything. She’s the type to just take the blow then run home and cry later. When she does try, she’s quiet and not very forceful, even on some of the most simplest matters, such as if she likes chocolate or not.

Doormat- You can walk all over this girl. She can’t stand up for herself very well, so as a result, she can’t say no when asked to do something if pressed. Wash your car. Go on a date. She’s not going to put up much of a fight. (Over time, this trait will give way to defensive)

Spiteful- Being dragged down and pushed around has turned Solia into a bitter lonely person, driven by a desire to empower herself and gain control of her life. Her views on groups and those who are considered popular are often negative and cruel, hating them for having what she wants-- control over themselves. She’ll often work harder when placed against them in competitions, and often will often trick herself into seeing them as competition for things that don’t even exist. Small things like not holding the door open, ignoring them and remarks they make. Solia loathes a great many of her peers if only because she can.
In groups she often the last one to speak up. Her views of groups leaves her feeling to be the odd man out when placed into a team. If she can, she’ll do her part while making sure to outdo others. Her lack of group empathy combined with her ambition make her the one to be given a task and in that task, try to outdo her teammates out of spite. She won’t make an attempt to get the job done poorly, she’ll just do her part better.

Relationships


Aegir: The first senshi Pyrite encountered, he scared her and perpetuated her fears of the senshi. She fled from fighting him after she mistakenly saw a stray cat and mistook it as a senshi cat.

Hematite: The guy that corrupted Solia. She had a crush on him for a while but then realized dreads are kinda nasty. Plus he had a girlfriend. A creepy one. She still likes him in a friend sense, and holds him in high regard. Also takes what he says as truth. She's yet to discover this is a bad idea.

Solo 1

Solia had joined the negaverse, granted, it was when she had been ogling a boy and not thinking clearly, but she had still joined. She wanted this, needed this. And when the day was done she had wanted this. It was a small window of time for her that she had outside of the stifling control of her mother, outside of the control of Crystal Academy’s teachers. It was when Solia was just allowed to do whatever the hell she wanted, free of anyone. Family, friends, just- freedom at it’s finest. But she knew in being parted from her ‘day time’ name and identity, she’d fallen under the thumb of another, more ruthless and cold hearted woman. Beryl, Queen of the Negaverse. Not to mention her General Queens. One seemed insane, pink haired and referencing Twilight and the wish to kill Bella. One seemed somewhat sane, if cold and unapproachable. And finally… One was utterly and completely inhuman, the Youma Queen. Dark purple and black armor fusing to her very skin and no doubt, connecting to her very bone in some places.
The Negaverse was one fancy name for a group of individuals, all seemingly wanting to use people as they wished. But they had a main goal. While Solia was both unsure of this goal, at minimum, it was still a goal. Get rid of the senshi terrorists and return earth to it’s former glory. When this story had been told to her she didn’t think it true. How could Earth have once had a single monarchy? Let alone have no ruins of such a place? But when shown the facts, all the evidence, it was clear to her that this world had been invaded. Regular people like her had suffered and paid the ultimate price. There was no justice that could be swift enough, harsh enough, nor cruel enough to repay the lunars for what they had done to the people of earth in the past.

Night by night, she went out and collected energy. She ventured from her home at risk of her mother’s wrath to serve a greater purpose, a greater cause then something as mundane as school work. The cause was to save the world from alien invaders. Invaders who would destroy anything and everything to get their way. They wanted to rule earth? Not if Solia had anything to say about it. Sadly she hadn’t met any so called terrorists, much less thought she had the guts to fight them. No, she was more or less completely afraid of them. Heck, the youma scared her enough as is. She hardly wanted to face a senshi. But that was going to happen sooner or later. Just like sooner or later she’d have to stop looking from the sidelines in admiration and get out and fight.

She had the pendulum of an old grandfather clock, heavy and blunt. One swing and a civilian would be out cold. It was how she had to do things, how she had to gather energy.
Saving the world, one swing at a time.

Solo 3

Blood on her hands, she didn't mind in the slightest. How long since she had ripped out a starseed? Not very long at all. She was just a little power hungry. A little crazy a little more twisted than others. Her hunger for starseeds was growing day by day. She was like a drug addict. All she wanted was a fix. A dirty secret. But she kept telling herself it wasn't so bad. That it wasn't going to harm her. She was too devout, to careful in spacing it all. She'd be fine. She made sure at the end of the day to have used that energy. Be it working out, with men, with labor- she spent what she consumed. That was what she had to do. Simple right? It was just a matter of keeping track.

Like a fitbit- she lost pounds. Now only if they made a starseed energy monitor. She'd be set. Keep track of her kills, her consumption rate. The energy output. As then she'd be set.

Laying out on the rooftop to watch the crime unfold it was always such a risk but that was why she did it. The rick made her more aware. It kept her grounded. She was cheating death. She was beating everone she ever wanted to beat. She had what she'd wanted and yet if she got complacent she'd be killed. Time away had made them lenient but now back there were no more excuses for her. No more walls for her to hide behind. The old queens and kings were dead. All that was left of the old ways was death.

Fitting, but she'd accept it all the same. The plans hadn't changed. Those who spoke of saving earth were crazy to her. There was nothing worth saving. Nothing worth sparing. It was power. It was control. It was a way to get what you wanted. If they killed and thought they were saving the world that would be their game. Her's was more honest at least. She didn't hid her motivations. Power. Control. She'd been cowardly, weak- her dreams showed her who she could be. Trusted, powerful, in command, in control. She could do anything and all others could do would be to nod and smile while she walked over them and showed them their place.

Beneath her.

Crystal had taught her that appearances meant the world. And in her world, she was the perfect soldier. She gave them what they wanted. In turn, she got what she needed. Power.

So long as she got her power, her fix, her starseeds, she'd be fine. Thats what she told herself. Thats what she'd been told.
That was all she wanted to hear really.

Super Solo 1

She had broken her arm- badly at that. Solia DeBelle was a mild mannered young woman who had nothing to worry about when it came to the world at large. Except explaining how she managed to nearly lose her arm in a manner that was without saying ‘I was attacked by magical tentacles’ not coming off like she was insane or had taken a bad trip.
Her family, distant as they were, had rushed to the hospital when they got news that their dear sweet, innocent and harmless little girl was near dead from shock and blood loss. Hindsight 20/20, retreating to the rift had been a good plan, at least until she’d realized she was bleeding out. It was by sheer luck that another captain had found her and got her to the hospital. The cover story then had been she’d been found on the side of the road. Not entirely wrong as that was where she’d been injured. Just had to twist the facts was all.

But now, as Solia lay in the hospital bed, staring at the popcorn ceiling, she wanted to scream and rip out the IV drip and other various tubes inserted into her prone form. Humiliating. Not only has she failed to kill a senshi, she’d been nearly killed herself and now was helpless in a human hospital recovering from what people said was going to traumatize her and that’s probably why she couldn’t recall what happened.
Stupid idiots who thought that her wound came from a wreck. A fall. A whatever convenient little mundane normal excuse they could bull s**t as to not face reality. Magic caused her injury. Magic from a b*****d witch from space with gold bands and glittering eyes. Solia smiled at that. Next time, she’d rip the b***h’s eyes out. They were so pretty, she’d keep them. Like gems, but softer, fleshier.

Still, her thoughts for the future mattered little. As of now she was trapped in the damn bed and having to face the reality she’d not be able to power up safely and not be able to hunt. Not be able to feed. Sure, her youma could go and fetch her something but it wasn’t the same as reaching in herself, pulling out that beautiful glittering star seed and swallowing it whole as the body would drop to the ground in a heap. It wasn’t the same.

A growl of frustration, she wondered how she’d be able to curb her cravings. Oh she knew she was addicted but going cold turkey could kill her. She had to hunt, to feed. Lest she wish for an early grave. Maybe she could seduce some young lieutenant to get her a fresh one. Offer her body at a later date as payment. Not that she would- lieutenants were a dime a dozen, and no one would miss or notice one vanishing. It happened all the time anyway.

She also couldn’t just power up in the bed and take one of those pesky nurse’s.

She’d just have to call in a favor. At least until her stomach stopped growling.