CAMPER FORM
Name: Ringabelle B. Memry
Alias: Bellabee
Age: Ten
Gender: Female
Powers: Claireaudience
Aura: █ Pastel Red █ with a ring of ▌Faded Blue▐
Appearance: A tiny little slip of a thing often mistaken for a grade school kid, Bellabee stands at barely four feet tall and weighs next to nothing, even when soaking wet. Due to the malnutrition she suffered as a child, she will probably never outgrow her tiny frame.
Her face is heart-shaped with high cheek bones, large expressive eyes and full lips. Her skin is a soft, warm pink and smatterings of freckles accent her big brown eyes as well as her collar bone, shoulders and chest. Bellabee's hair is a soft brown in color and hangs smoothly down her back, framing her face in a hime-style cut.
She stands back, watching, absorbing everything. Her posture is reserved, small hands often tucked behind her in the small of her back with her chin down and her eyes up. Her feet are slightly pigeon-toed and her knees are knobbly.
Personality: The first thing you would notice about Bellabee is that she never talks about herself. Months down the road, you will find your self wondering what her favorite color is, where she grew up, simple things, and come up blank. Bellabee keeps to herself and offers round about answers, dodging any and all questions directed at her. Instead, she'd much rather talk about you.
The second thing you'll notice, especially if you see her room, is that Bella is a hoarder. Trinkets and baubles clutter her desk, her shelves are full of used books of random subjects, her closet is nothing but old clothes, some that aren't even her size. If you ask, she'll tell you that every single thing here was a gift given to her by the people she's met throughout her life. And ever single bracelet and pin has a story. Above her bed is a book shelf lined with leather-bound journals.
Ringabelle is a excellent listener. She excels in gathering information on everything and everyone she comes into contact with. Whether it is out of curiosity or due to trust issues, no one knows, but if you want dirt on someone or want to know what to get them for Christmas, she's the girl to ask. In exchange, all she asks is for a memory. Tell her a story, a good one, if you please, and she will tell you everything she knows. Every night before bed, she opens her next journal and begins writing everything she has learned that day, storing away the secrets until she, or someone else, needs them.
Bellabee doesn't really make friends. She keeps everyone at an arms length, listening, watching and learning what she can. She is friendly to everyone she meets, but the connection is never really there. Telling other people's secrets doesn't bother her and confronting her about sharing your business will only be responded with a non-committal shrug.
History: There honestly isn't much anyone knows about Ringabelle's past, not even Ringabelle herself. At the tender age of four, Bellabee was found abandoned on the steps of an orphanage with a terrible case of amnesia, or as the doctors called it, post-traumatic memory loss. It is so terribly cliché that she refuses to talk about it.
The orphanage tried to look for her parents, but ultimately failed. Having no name of her own, she gave herself the clever name Ringabelle, which has stuck ever since. Many families have attempted to adopt Bellabee, but her inability, or straight up refusal, to let anyone into her life pushed any prospective parents away pretty quickly.
There was one nurse whom Bellabee really connected to named Faith Candid, a quiet older lady who told her stories every night. About other nurses, other children,random strangers, it didn't matter. Faith loved to gossip and Ringabelle loved to listen. As soon as she learned to write, she began keeping her journals, recording everything she could.
Every Sunday at the orphanage, the kids would go down the block to the retirement home on the corner and spend the day taking care of the elderly there. Unlike most of the children, this was the highlight of Bellabee's week. For hours and hours she would sit, talking to the elderly about their lives, their children and their pasts. She learned so many great memories and received just as many tokens to hold them.
Ringabelle's claireaudience began to develop when she was around seven years old. She personally didn't notice anything at first, she just assumed that her hearing was growing stronger. But just recently, when she over heard Faith talking to another nurse about Ringabelle, about how old she was getting, about how no one would adopt a teenager, Bellabee broke down and locked herself in her room until Sunday.
At the nursing home, one of the old ladies there noticed Ringabelle's down-in-the-dumps demeanor and asked her what was wrong. She explained the situation in tears and, much to her surprise, the old lady chuckled. After a few questions, she knew exactly what had happened. She told Bellabee a story about a young girl just like her, with a super-power called claireaudience. Now, back when this girl was small, they didn't have a fancy training school, but now they do. The old lady handed her a brochure and told her to look it over very carefully.
Ringabelle did just that. Murmuring Pines, a summer camp for psychics! She showed the brochure to Faith and with a little leverage, convinced her that she should go.
