Undead
Definition: Bella
As you draw closer, you can see that the figure is a young woman, a cybunny, dressed in greys and blacks. She cuts an elegant figure, her skirts strewn around her as she traces trembling fingers over the worn letters cut into the nondescript grave marker. Feeling suddenly awkward, you clear your throat uncomfortably and place a gentle, tentative hand on her shoulder.
She scrubs the tears from her face with the back of a pale hand - VERY pale, you note with a touch of concern. Letting out a shaky sigh, she turns her face to look at you. You swallow a sound of shock and stifle the queasy feeling in your stomach at the sight of the scars criss-crossing her features. On first glance, you thought they were surgical stitches from some horrible accident, but when you look closer you can see that the stitches are actually holding her face together. Your own face must have turned green, for a sad smile touches her lips. "I know. Horrid, right? I know I'm ugly, you don't have to hide it."
Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you begin to smile sheepishly, but stop. On closer inspection, the face under the scars is really quite pretty. Beautiful, in fact! You smile warmly instead, crouching down beside her. "You're not ugly," you reply. "Was he a relative?" You nod your head toward the gravestone, trying to find some way of broaching the subject so you can offer comfort.
Her smile breaks, tears coursing silently down her cheeks. "My...husband," she says sadly, hesitating a long time as though she isn't sure what to call him. You turn to frown at the tombstone, studying the inscription.
R.I.P.
Mephaestus Hubri Fairturin
1765 - 1802
Love After Death
You cast a worried glance at the cybunny, but its too late to offer comfort. Her grief becomes audible as she tries to choke back tears, to no avail. Racking sobs overcome her, and a wail like the one that first caught your attention escapes her, painful as if she were being dragged slowly through broken glass. A sense of panic overwhelsm you and you put a reassuring arm around her shoulder, but she is too far gone. Her sobbing escalates, though you would have sworn she couldn't get any more upset. Making a quick decision, you hoist her carefully into your arms. She makes no reaction except to turn her face into your shoulder.
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Her eyes are red and swollen, but the face beneath her scars is no less pretty. She sits in her chair quietly, chin rested on her arms on the tabletop as you wait for your drinks to come and cast worried glances at her. "I'm no going to make a scene," she comments with the barest hint of amusement. You smile sadly at her. She sits there as though she's just fine, but the weariness and grief in her lovely, mismatched eyes tells you she hasn't been fine in a very long time. You managed to get her calmed down in the car, enough that she could vent the rest of her grief without endangering herself, but after all that crying you decided you couldn't just leave her somewhere.
A friendly-looking waitress finally brings your drinks and sets them on the table with a smile. A coffee, black, for you. A froo-froo Spooky Shake for her, complete with a grinning sugar jack-o-lantern. She smiles, despite herself, not having expected such an extravagant drink. You smile back, glad your order for her got the reaction you had hoped. "So," you begin, taking a cautious sip of your coffee. "Tell me about yourself."
Appearances
Don't Look!
[Name] Bella
[Age] undead
[Gender] Female
[Species] Cybunny
[Color] Zombie
[Status] Single; in mourning.
[Personality] Sweet, even-tempered, melancholy, spooky, absent-minded.
[Bio] Bella was the undead servant of a powerful Dark warlock. She was an unusually strong zombie, but the reason, probably linked to her first life, was lost when she was Raised. She was her master's favorite servant, and she fell in love with him, much to his delight. When he was destroyed by a rival warlock, Bella remained alive, free. Since then, she has been exploring her talent for magic and her foggy past.
[Fur] Very short, silky off-white, dotted with scars and stitches.
[Markings] Stitches criss-crossing body, a few scars.
[Hair] Black with blonde, brown, and red streaks. Chin-length bob.
[Eyes] One yellow, one blue.
[Voice] Sweet, high-alto.
[Attire] Quirky gothic/emo/witchy style.
[Accessories] none...
[Other] none...
Favors
Fog
Graveyards
Memories
Magic
Chocolate
Malphas
Hates
Forgetting Things
Death
Grief
Ghosts
Those Who Don't Live Life
Warlocks
Master
My Maker, My Love
Story of Bella's creation here. 83
Living Memories
My Precious Collection
Winnemine
Winna is a young, blind zafara girl gifted with a very powerful Sight. Her family cast her out as a monster, so she lives with Uhktulley in an old mansion in the Haunted Woods, where he teaches her how to control and use her tremendous gift. Her ability to see the past and future is sure to help Bella in her search for her former life.
Uhktulley
Tulley is a mutant ixi who lives in the Haunted Woods. He looks like a monster and prefers to be alone, but he is extremely intelligent and inquisitive about the world. He takes care of Winna like a surrogate father/brother and was eager to offer hospitality to Bella, a fellow outcast of the natural world.
Malphas
Malphas is a Crokabek, and Bella's petpet. He is actually a minor sub-manifestation of a Demon Duke, commander of 40 legions of lesser demons. Bella met him while still under her master's command, when he worked as a messenger between Bella's master and a powerful Dark Faerie. When he tricked Bella's master, her master bound Malphas to her as punishment and a cruel joke. That bond, also, remained unbroken after her master's death, so Malphas is Bella's constant companion, advisor, and now friend.
Passion
Never Again
Since the death of her beloved master and maker, Bella has been in mourning, though it isn't obvious to those who don't know her. She has sworn never to love again, but she is young in her new life, and the jagged wounds in her soul are still fresh from her master's death. It will take a gentle touch and a bit of persistence to win her heart again.
Clones?
My Master Didn't Make You
Portraiture
Like Looking In The Mirror
Art By Me
Art By Others
Souvenir
Don't Leave Me Alone!
