ANNABELLE GENEVIEVE BEAUMONT
"Time is not measured by clocks, but by moments."
xxxxxxALIASx﹗x
xxxAxxxxx█ Annakarah Stone or Anna
xxxxxLAGEx﹗x
xxxxixxxx█ 350 (looks mid 20's)
xxxxxiGENDERx﹗x
xxxxxxxxi█ Female
xxexxxHEIGHT/WEIGHTx﹗x
xxxnxxxxx█ 5'0"/100 lbs
xxxxxxORIENTATIONx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ Heterosexual
xxxxxxOCCUPATIONx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ Singer
xxxxxxPERSONALITYx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ On the surface, Anna is a flirtatious woman. It goes back to her days as a courtesan in the French court of The Sun King. Keeping a man’s attention was how a woman would see herself comfortable, and well-cared for. She is very personable when suits her. Her various interests allow her to carry on conversations with people from many walks of life.
What she keeps beneath the surface is something that seems to entice others to try to stay, to see what lay beyond what she shows to others. Over her long life, she has seen wars waged in light, and shadow. She sees patterns in society, can anticipate what to expect, and can plan accordingly. She has killed to preserve King, country, and the secret of her own existence.
Those dark places, hidden in the shadows, rarely seen in the light…That is what lurks beneath the surface of the flirtatious singer.
xxxxxxA TYPICAL DAYx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ A typical day for Anna tends to begin in the later morning, into early afternoon. Brunch is her usual first meal of a day, sometimes with a paramour from the night before. Many outings to experience the culture of the city where she is staying, as well as charity events, photo ops, and other such things pepper her afternoons when she doesn’t have rehearsals. She is currently working at the Jazz Club attached to the Smith Center. Sometime during the day, or evening, she checks on the painting that is the source of her youthfulness, making sure it is kept safe, and out of harm’s way.
xxxxxxLIKESx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ music
xxxxxxxxx█ art
xxxxxxxxx█ dancing
xxxxxxxxx█ reading
xxxxxxxxx█ moonlit walks with interesting conversation
xxxxxxDISLIKESx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ probing/nosy questions
xxxxxxxxx█ those who do not like to hear 'no'
xxxxxxxxx█ mysoginists
xxxxxxxxx█ liver
xxxxxxxxx█ uninvited groping
xxxxxxHISTORYx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ Annabelle was born in the French countryside in the year of 1667. She grew up under the reign of King Louis. She utilized her beauty from a young age, tempting a local noble to take her on as a mistress, learning whatever she could while taking etiquette lessons so she wouldn’t embarrass herself, or her lover should he introduce her to his fellow nobles. Men were fickle things, always wanting something new, so she would find other lovers, develop more talents, drink up whatever knowledge she could so that she could be entertaining, and knowledgeable. in conversation. Eventually, she charmed the King himself, and became his mistress. Yet, again, men being fickle, he always found other beds-a King had his needs of course-and she found her way into the bed of a painter who had found favor with the King. He told her that he would capture her beauty forever.
She had thought he was being metaphorical, meaning to capture her beauty in stone or on canvas as she posed hours upon hours for him, always smiling, enjoying the play between them, the bed when the King had decided to leave her be for a time before fluttering back to her like sensual butterfly he was.
One morning, her artist lover was gone, and he left for her the most beautiful portrait she had ever seen. Something many nobles would spends a year or more worth of commoner’s wages on was left as a parting gift.
The years progressed, everyone around her changed…But she did not…At first, she didn’t notice. Then, she noticed the King had lines on his face, another lover started to have sagging skin in places that had once been firm, women’s faces were drooping, their eyes becoming cloudy, their breasts needing extra padding to keep them up with their corsets. Anna remained as lovely as she had when she’d been left the painting.
Whispers began that she was a witch, so she took what gifts she’d been given, her portrait, what money was hers, and fled the court. A Catholic Court was not a safe place to be accused of such things, especially when there was something going on that she could not explain.
She began to travel the world, investing her adequate fortunes until she had more than enough to enjoy a life of luxury…A life that just continued on, and on...Always, she would find something with which to occupy herself. She has been a mistress, a wife, a governess, a performer, a suffragette, an outlaw, and so many more things in her life. Moments that made a beautiful tapestry…
But still not as beautiful as the portrait her lover had left her.
Now, she lives in Vegas. She has a lovely estate, and works as a renowned singer…For now. She has been here less than a year, and has cultivated the life of an entertainer, and singer. She knows to not get comfortable, that there will come a time she must pack up, and flee once more.
But for now…
For now she is content to gather more moments, rather than look at the clock.
xxxxxxAPPEARANCEx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ Any tattoos, scars, etc. Describe that here.
xxxxxxTHEME SONGSx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ 1, 2, 3
