My parents named me:
Elizabeth Belle McCarty
But you can call me:
Desert Rose, Belle, and Liz the Kid.
I'm a majestic:
Cursed Human
I've been around this many years:
I appear to be 20 but I am really 137
Remember this day:
July 14th
My eyes are the color of:
Amber
My hair is a beautiful shade of:
Honey Blonde
The image of perfection:
5' 7" Tall and 145 lbs; That is muscle,breasts, and butt included thank you very much. So you can't go call'in this cowgirl a darn out on her weight!
I enjoy:
Shooting, Riding Horses.Angry Bulls, Bull Wrestling, Intensive Training, Reading, Lasso Practice, Guitar / Harmonica / Banjo playing, and Sitting on the Porch Relaxing.
I'm interested in:
Men.
People say I'm:
People? Well, my friends say I am the sweetest person to be around. They know that I will give them my honest opinion and won't beat around the bush. People know that I am confident and ain't afraid to fight for what I believe in. I don't let the little things get to me and its well known that I won't hesitate to grab the bull by the horns. I am very passionate about my lifestyle, work, and anything I put my heart to. It is because of my almost dog-like loyalty that people tend to trust me with their problems and secrets. Now don't get me wrong. I like gossip, but if you tell me nobody can know, I ain't fixin to go around the town telling your secrets. I don't tend to talk much around people I am not familiar with but if I need to speak up I won't hesitate to.
I pride myself on being pretty even-tempered but when I lose my temper it is lost, especially when it comes to my friends. Now, I try to stay within the limits of the law, but it can be difficult when my friends or adopted family get hurt. I mean, you can take the girl outta the old west, but you can't take the old west out of the girl. Especially when that girls Pa was an outlaw and its in her nature to fight hard and play harder.
But they don't know me:
Well my life started out after a one night stand between my mother Ms. Elizabeth Carter and Billy the Kid [William Henry McCarty, Jr.] My mother was alone during her pregnancy and her parents didn't make it any easier on her, due to her being an unwed woman carrying some mans child. Fortunately, around the time I was born my Pa, Billy that is, came back into town. That man had a habit of returning to the scene of a crime and wrong doings. Now once he found out about my mothers situation second hand he went out searching for her. 'Course it didn't take long in a small town and the shock of seeing him nearly made my mother faint. Needless to say he agreed to send money to help her out, but because of his record as an Outlaw he couldn't stick around.
The night that he was leaving my mother went into labor. I was born after a few difficult hours and the loss of my mom. Now my dad didn't take kindly to her parents that wanted to throw me into an orphanage and drop all claim to me. I was lucky to have my dad take me in. Sure that meant that I was raised by various woman that volunteered to help him and friends of his that were a little more mature than the 17 year old boy. I grew up quickly though and even had a bit of an education. I mean, my dad loved to read and taught me to before his death, though his friends kept me learning. I was five when my dad died. The local lawman shot him after his location was given up by a snitch. I only remember taking my dads gun and shooting the lawman in the hip after he killed my dad. His friend was arrested and I slipped out. Now, I am surprised the coyotes didn't get me. I guess it was because one of the Indian scouts came across me. Must've been odd seeing a little white girl running around the desert alone. It was an Apache scout if I recall. Needless to say they raised me for quite a while. I was accepted and I protected them through unique means.
I was 20 when things really got rough. My kind, the white man, began to close in on my peoples [the Apache] territory. Fights began to break out and dishonorable folk began to frame the Apache for murder of families on the outskirts of town. Now, I started plucking off those folk. This made things worse for my people and one night things made a turn for the worse.The Apache were calling upon Coyote the trickster, The Killer of Enemies, and The Child of the Water, to take down the foes who threatened them. I was present at the ritual with out their knowledge. I saw their gods who also saw me. They were both outrages and pleased at the same time. To them I appeared as the enemy but had the heart of a kinsmen. When the Sun was about to strike me down, water intervene on the behalf of Coyote and stopped him. The trickster suggested using me as the one who would ultimately save the Apache from extinction. He claimed the " white people " would be fools and trust one of their own kind. The three blessed me with supernatural abilities both physically and mentally. They stopped time from aging me with its ever tightening grip and told me to save the Apache when they gave the signal.
I agreed to act on their behalf. The tribe was glad to have a guardian among them and I was happy to do so. When I went into the village the people trusted me. They took me in and fell for my story of being the sole survivor of an attacked caravan. My first night was getting the layout of the town and stocking up on bullets. The second night was indulging in the lifestyle of those like my father. The third night I was signaled to act. Coyote in a mortal form approached me appearing as if he were just another outlaw, though his eyes gave him away. He told me that I needed to act and not abuse the gifts bestowed on to me. This confrontation ended with a list of names that I was to kill. Everyone on that list died and then some. By the end of the night and gunfights I had killed the entire town, burnt it to the ground, and staked the law mans head at the town entrance. The three Apache deities allowed me to keep my gifts, but once fol found out about the mass murder, they punished me for not covering it up well enough. Mainly because and entire tribe was wiped out and survivors enslaved.
My abilities stayed though I was told if I didn't train on them and endure the pain of the people that they would fade. If they faded too much that time could grasp me once more. I felt both shame and fear for my failure but anger boiled in my blood for being so foolish as to leave nothing but an ash pile in my wake. Needless to say, time passed on and I played several roles from then on. It didn't matter who I pretended to be, deep down, I was the outlaw cowgirl that Hollywood made a killing on. Eventually I met with those in charge of Silver academy, showed them my skills, told them my story and landed a job as a guardian.
Supernatural Conditioning
Belle is obviously superior compared to most humans because her physical and mental capabilities are pushed to the superhuman level; making her immensely stronger, faster, durable and smarter than normal people. This can be achieve by any method of training. The only way for her to advance is to partake in something that makes 'Training from Hell' look like child's play. That being said she literally works out, studies, and pushes her self beyond normal levels. She is currently at the second of three levels of Supernatural conditioning.
Advanced Level : Strong enough to lift large aircraft or punch through thick steel, fast enough to break Mach 1 (1,236km/768mph), durable enough to take large explosions head on.
Cons: The downside to this ability outside of having to train it is the wear and tear it does on her body. While she may survive combat it should be known that once the adrenaline dies down she will not only feel the damage done, but will have to seek medical attention to ensure no major damage was done. It should also be known that because of this she has a high metabolism and eats her weight regularly just to maintain a healthy body weight for her training. It isn't a cheap lifestyle but in her eyes it is worth it to keep her conditioning.
I've mastered this:
Judge and Executioner
My ID # is:
# 049
I guard:
Victoria Liddel
My rank is:
Bronze
I take:
Gym
Art
Music
Martial Arts
More of these:
Less of these:
I can't live without:
[ChiyoYukiko]
Elizabeth Belle McCarty
But you can call me:
Desert Rose, Belle, and Liz the Kid.
I'm a majestic:
Cursed Human
I've been around this many years:
I appear to be 20 but I am really 137
Remember this day:
July 14th
My eyes are the color of:
Amber
My hair is a beautiful shade of:
Honey Blonde
The image of perfection:
5' 7" Tall and 145 lbs; That is muscle,breasts, and butt included thank you very much. So you can't go call'in this cowgirl a darn out on her weight!
I enjoy:
Shooting, Riding Horses.Angry Bulls, Bull Wrestling, Intensive Training, Reading, Lasso Practice, Guitar / Harmonica / Banjo playing, and Sitting on the Porch Relaxing.
I'm interested in:
Men.
People say I'm:
People? Well, my friends say I am the sweetest person to be around. They know that I will give them my honest opinion and won't beat around the bush. People know that I am confident and ain't afraid to fight for what I believe in. I don't let the little things get to me and its well known that I won't hesitate to grab the bull by the horns. I am very passionate about my lifestyle, work, and anything I put my heart to. It is because of my almost dog-like loyalty that people tend to trust me with their problems and secrets. Now don't get me wrong. I like gossip, but if you tell me nobody can know, I ain't fixin to go around the town telling your secrets. I don't tend to talk much around people I am not familiar with but if I need to speak up I won't hesitate to.
I pride myself on being pretty even-tempered but when I lose my temper it is lost, especially when it comes to my friends. Now, I try to stay within the limits of the law, but it can be difficult when my friends or adopted family get hurt. I mean, you can take the girl outta the old west, but you can't take the old west out of the girl. Especially when that girls Pa was an outlaw and its in her nature to fight hard and play harder.
But they don't know me:
Well my life started out after a one night stand between my mother Ms. Elizabeth Carter and Billy the Kid [William Henry McCarty, Jr.] My mother was alone during her pregnancy and her parents didn't make it any easier on her, due to her being an unwed woman carrying some mans child. Fortunately, around the time I was born my Pa, Billy that is, came back into town. That man had a habit of returning to the scene of a crime and wrong doings. Now once he found out about my mothers situation second hand he went out searching for her. 'Course it didn't take long in a small town and the shock of seeing him nearly made my mother faint. Needless to say he agreed to send money to help her out, but because of his record as an Outlaw he couldn't stick around.
The night that he was leaving my mother went into labor. I was born after a few difficult hours and the loss of my mom. Now my dad didn't take kindly to her parents that wanted to throw me into an orphanage and drop all claim to me. I was lucky to have my dad take me in. Sure that meant that I was raised by various woman that volunteered to help him and friends of his that were a little more mature than the 17 year old boy. I grew up quickly though and even had a bit of an education. I mean, my dad loved to read and taught me to before his death, though his friends kept me learning. I was five when my dad died. The local lawman shot him after his location was given up by a snitch. I only remember taking my dads gun and shooting the lawman in the hip after he killed my dad. His friend was arrested and I slipped out. Now, I am surprised the coyotes didn't get me. I guess it was because one of the Indian scouts came across me. Must've been odd seeing a little white girl running around the desert alone. It was an Apache scout if I recall. Needless to say they raised me for quite a while. I was accepted and I protected them through unique means.
I was 20 when things really got rough. My kind, the white man, began to close in on my peoples [the Apache] territory. Fights began to break out and dishonorable folk began to frame the Apache for murder of families on the outskirts of town. Now, I started plucking off those folk. This made things worse for my people and one night things made a turn for the worse.The Apache were calling upon Coyote the trickster, The Killer of Enemies, and The Child of the Water, to take down the foes who threatened them. I was present at the ritual with out their knowledge. I saw their gods who also saw me. They were both outrages and pleased at the same time. To them I appeared as the enemy but had the heart of a kinsmen. When the Sun was about to strike me down, water intervene on the behalf of Coyote and stopped him. The trickster suggested using me as the one who would ultimately save the Apache from extinction. He claimed the " white people " would be fools and trust one of their own kind. The three blessed me with supernatural abilities both physically and mentally. They stopped time from aging me with its ever tightening grip and told me to save the Apache when they gave the signal.
I agreed to act on their behalf. The tribe was glad to have a guardian among them and I was happy to do so. When I went into the village the people trusted me. They took me in and fell for my story of being the sole survivor of an attacked caravan. My first night was getting the layout of the town and stocking up on bullets. The second night was indulging in the lifestyle of those like my father. The third night I was signaled to act. Coyote in a mortal form approached me appearing as if he were just another outlaw, though his eyes gave him away. He told me that I needed to act and not abuse the gifts bestowed on to me. This confrontation ended with a list of names that I was to kill. Everyone on that list died and then some. By the end of the night and gunfights I had killed the entire town, burnt it to the ground, and staked the law mans head at the town entrance. The three Apache deities allowed me to keep my gifts, but once fol found out about the mass murder, they punished me for not covering it up well enough. Mainly because and entire tribe was wiped out and survivors enslaved.
My abilities stayed though I was told if I didn't train on them and endure the pain of the people that they would fade. If they faded too much that time could grasp me once more. I felt both shame and fear for my failure but anger boiled in my blood for being so foolish as to leave nothing but an ash pile in my wake. Needless to say, time passed on and I played several roles from then on. It didn't matter who I pretended to be, deep down, I was the outlaw cowgirl that Hollywood made a killing on. Eventually I met with those in charge of Silver academy, showed them my skills, told them my story and landed a job as a guardian.
Supernatural Conditioning
Belle is obviously superior compared to most humans because her physical and mental capabilities are pushed to the superhuman level; making her immensely stronger, faster, durable and smarter than normal people. This can be achieve by any method of training. The only way for her to advance is to partake in something that makes 'Training from Hell' look like child's play. That being said she literally works out, studies, and pushes her self beyond normal levels. She is currently at the second of three levels of Supernatural conditioning.
Advanced Level : Strong enough to lift large aircraft or punch through thick steel, fast enough to break Mach 1 (1,236km/768mph), durable enough to take large explosions head on.
Cons: The downside to this ability outside of having to train it is the wear and tear it does on her body. While she may survive combat it should be known that once the adrenaline dies down she will not only feel the damage done, but will have to seek medical attention to ensure no major damage was done. It should also be known that because of this she has a high metabolism and eats her weight regularly just to maintain a healthy body weight for her training. It isn't a cheap lifestyle but in her eyes it is worth it to keep her conditioning.
I've mastered this:
Judge and Executioner
My ID # is:
# 049
I guard:
Victoria Liddel
My rank is:
Bronze
I take:
Gym
Art
Music
Martial Arts
More of these:
- ✔ Old Western Films
✔ True Cowboys
✔ Outlaws
✔ Whiskey
✔ Riding Horses
✔ Watching the Sunset
✔ Training
✔ Horses, Cows, and Dogs.
✔ Train Heists
✔ Wrestling Critters
Less of these:
- ✖ The Lawman! Whats his face!
✖ Kill joys.
✖ Jerks that tease me 'bout my accent.
✖ Whiskey Confiscation
✖ Coyotes
✖ Traitors
✖ Two-faced twits
✖ Wild Cats
✖ Thieves
I can't live without:
[ChiyoYukiko]
