𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓥𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓾𝓿𝓮 ;; ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ɢɪʀʟ
Bisexual ⋆ She/Her ⋆ Thirty-One
Occupation ;; Owner of Rose’s Books
♫ Currently Playing ♫ ;; Dreams by Fleetwood Mac
☀ Virgo ☾ Taurus ↑ Libra
For as long as Belle can remember it has just been her and her father Maurice. After her mother passed away when she was a baby, her father brought her to Echo Isle where in order to raise her back in his hometown. He worked full time as a dad and part time as an inventor. That meant money didn’t always come easy but Belle was never one to desire material things anyway. All she ever needed to be happy was a simple book, the local library become her best friend growing up. She did well in school, though most of the girls found her strange and tended to avoid her. It was frowned upon by some that she was always off in another world she found through the pages of her latest novel but to her it opened up a whole new world. A place beyond Echo Isle, a world left to be explored, but she knew she wouldn’t see it at least not for awhile. Her father was the only family she had and she his, not to mention his ailing health. She watched him grow old and knew this was where she needed to stay. Instead explored through reading, able to see the world through the eyes of her favorite authors. She knew exactly what she wanted for herself after high school, she wanted her very own bookshop right here in town. That’s why she ended up double majoring in english and business. She did well in school, spent most of her free time with her father or studying, and even ended up graduating with honors. Then she fulfilled her dream, opening Rose’s Books in the place she called home, her father’s house just a few blocks away. It’s sort of become the way she makes friends anymore. The most unlikely being Adam had come in looking for a book. He confronted her about her father’s debt to him after promising to return an invention that never came to be. Instead of sending him to her father she took the responsibility upon herself. She gave him books for free but then he started to come back to read there or just browse. Belle didn’t know why he was there but he just seemed to keep coming back, sometimes even bringing a friend or two. Eventually she got invited by Blaise to join them all for dinner and to her surprise Adam agreed. At first she was opposed but the Frenchmen was quite convincing. It was there that she was able to meet all of his closest friends and see them through their eyes. She’d seen him in a way she hadn’t before. She could tell there was more to him, though he was certainly rough around the edges. The group became like her second family but she can sense they’re hiding something from her. Then everything changed one night and Adam disappeared from her memory without a trace. She couldn’t remember him or their lives together. Belle can’t put her finger on what it is, only knowing there are certain things that get talked about in hushed tones so she can’t hear. She can’t help her curiosity of what it is her friends could be keeping from her.
Belle is textbook, the girl who wants something bigger, brighter, better. Not that she isn’t thankful for the life she has now, in fact she loves it. But she knows there must be more out there, more than just the worlds she reads about in books.
Belle loves her father more than anything and she fears losing him more often than she wants to admit. She knows she can be a little overly concerned for him but she does it out of love, not wanting anything to happen to him. The truth is Belle isn’t sure what she’d do without him.
She has a stamp collection. It’s how she feels like she travels the world and explores without ever leaving Echo Creek. They are each unique and reflect the culture of where they came from.
The only writing she ever does herself is always in pen and usually found on scraps of paper. Perhaps a napkin, an old receipt, a ripped up piece of paper. They are always poems and usually never see the light of day. She calls them her passing thoughts that sometimes need to get put down somewhere.
She loves tea of all kinds. It’s part of her morning routine to wake up each morning and drink a cup. Rarely will she get coffee but it isn’t unheard of.
Even though she doesn’t talk about it, she misses her mother dearly. She wishes she’d gotten to know her or at least have a memory of her. When she tries to ask her father he never seems to want to talk about it to where she’s practically stopped asking. She knows it’s difficult to talk about but she worries once he passes the memory of her mother will too.
