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Belle Tarkani

I envy you. I've never met me.

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a character in “Westcreek”, as played by เผผ ใค โ—•_โ—• เผฝใค

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filertextCAUSE THE WORLD MIGHT DO ME IN, IT'S ALRIGHT CAUSE I'M WITH FRIENDS;
GUESS I'M GIVING UP AGAIN
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      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ NAMEโ‹ฎ XX Insitar Belle Tarkani
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ NICKNAMEโ‹ฎ XX Belle, DJ Inn
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ AGEโ‹ฎ XX Twenty-Five
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ RACEโ‹ฎ XX Djinn
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ JOBโ‹ฎ XX Disc Jockey and Musician
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ GENDERโ‹ฎ XX Female
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ SEXUALITYโ‹ฎ XX Heterosexual (?); Aromantic


      ๏น™ โ™” ๏นš


      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ EYE COLORโ‹ฎ XX Brown
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HAIR COLORโ‹ฎ XX Naturally black, sometimes dyed with blonde or brown
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX 5'6"
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ WEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX 120 lb

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She might've been born from smokeless fire, but she's a flash in the pan. At night she bangs her head, hops around the dance floor, and basically acts unlike her daytime self. Shrugging, head-scratching, and yawning, one would find it hard to believe that the woman sleeping on the couch is the same one that spends her nights bouncing up and down to EDM. Upon first impression Belle appears calm and inviting as she always offers a smile before asking the details of someone's day; those who know her know that there's always a caveat. She'll turn the tide of the conversation toward herself whether it's to interject random commentary or tell a story she's been saving all day for a particular person. In that sense she caters to the person or group of people she's talking to, but it isn't too surprising if she's told everyone she knows about an experience at work. Many of her jokes come from observation of odd events and her (often exaggerated) retellings as well as terrible, conversational puns. She will go to great lengths to make someone laugh regardless of how she feels.

Often times, she hides behind a veil humor to cope with negativity. Whether it's somebody heckling her or insecurities resurfacing she'll crack a joke to ease the tension or avoid confrontation. While she doesn't mind having an open discussion she doesn't deal well in heated arguments, often resulting in her walking out to calm herself or screaming through teary eyes. She doesn't enjoy getting angry because conveying her anger usually results in her crying even if she isn't sad. Those circumstances tempt her to use her powers, but she'll usually refrain as she believes in presenting an honest argument, even if it's shaky. Plus, she wants her powers to be a source of happiness rather than a trump card.

Though some consider the Djinn a warning to man, she thinks it a challenge to touch the sky. She uses her illusions to convey what lasers and fog machines cannot. Though she can't translate her creativity into paintings or drawings, the mind is where she can break the laws of physics. She fancies those who can build her beautiful playgrounds and gets bored of those who are perfectly fine sticking with the mundane. Much to others' dismay she finds herself spending a pretty penny on the arts and her room is littered with posters and CDs she hasn't too much use for. She loves seeing what others can make and collaborating with them to produce something special. In many ways, it's one of the easiest methods to bond with her (outside of being catty). Generally, vibing off of others is how she asses a person's character and how much is worth investing in them.

She feels that she isn't judgmental, but also that she can tell much about a person in the few moments that they interact. Djinn and man aren't all that different, one having come from smokeless fire (probably) and the other from...primordial soup (probably) and both having free will. Both are equally ignorant, judgmental, oppressive and all the other things that theologians seem to accuse the Djinn of being ("but that's none of my business" she would say while sipping tea).


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WORDSWORDSImage Image FUCK IT'S YOU I HATE THE MOST โ™š
WORWODSWORDSWORDSWORDSWORDSโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
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Imagexx โ˜†๏น—๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
โ—‡ Eating lemons
โ—‡ Bullying small children (Annie, Mac, Beth)
โ—‡ Smoking dank kush
โ—‡ Artistic works
โ—‡ Spy fiction
โ—‡ Mushrooms
โ—‡ Cooking
โ—‡ Remixing
โ—‡ Gift-giving


xx โ˜…๏น—๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
โ—‡ Tiny children
โ—‡ Entitled shits
โ—‡ Cops
โ—‡ Pretentious coffee baristas
โ—‡ Cold Weather
โ—‡ Inaccuracy
โ—‡ Clingyness
โ—‡ People who won't go outside their comfort zone
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โœ ๏ผฑ๏ผต๏ผฉ๏ผฒ๏ผซ๏ผณ | ๏ผจ๏ผก๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผณ

โ˜† knuckle cracking โ˜† falls asleep on any couch โ˜† lip smacking while eating

โœ ๏ผด๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผณ | ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ COMPOSING MUSIC ; As a DJ and music producer, she considers herself a fine composer in both instrumental and electronic endeavors.
`โ—‡ COOKING ; She will whip up a mean souffle omelette if given the ingredients and time.
`โ—‡ COUNSELING ; If someone can get past her gross narcissism she makes a good sounding board and analyst of one's problems.
`โ—‡ ILLUSIONS ; She's gained a good grasp of how to use her powers in both minor and major ways to entertain her audience which she uses in shows.

โœ ๏ผฆ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผณ | ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผณ๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ SELF-CENTERED ; She often puts the achievements (and needs) of herself over others'.
`โ—‡ WITHDRAWN ; She attempts to deal with problems by herself rather than telling friends until it's nearly too late.
`โ—‡ BEGRUDGING ; Though she pretends to forgive others, it's hard for her to truly "let go" of someone's wrongdoings.
`โ—‡ POLLEN ; She has an allergy

โœ ๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ SOMEONE FINDING HER LAMP ; The idea of being someone's slave is an awful possibility in a small town like this.
`โ—‡ PREGNANCY ; Not pregnant people, but getting pregnant would put her career on hold.
`โ—‡ CRIPPLING DEBT ; The last thing she wants to do is move back home.

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WORDWORSImage Image IT DOESN'T MATTER. โœฟ
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xxx๏ผจ๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฏ๏ผฒ๏ผนโœ—

Djinn communities have had more success than most blending into the human world than most supernaturals due to the lack of physical indicators. They look, live, and even act the same way that humans (likely due to the fact that they originated around the same time) sans the existence of their lamp. A Djinn's birth is...simple, but everything that happens afterwards is complicated. The lamp ceremony happens quickly after the birth of a Djinn wherein the parents choose a lamp for the child to be bound to. By binding the Djinn to the lamp they are granted eternal life, although at the cost of their freedom. They become bound to the lamp and must protect it from anyone who may try to turn them into their slave.

For that reason Belle's family concentrated on living a quiet, but fruitful life. They ingrained the idea that one could be successful without being showy. They allowed her to enroll in various after school programs, but nothing televised as performing too well would bring government attention. She knew of her heritage from a young age as well as the parameters with which both her culture and species required. They didn't force her to learn every word of the Qur'an or accompany them to the Mosque when she had schoolwork, but still enforced the usual practices such as abstaining from certain substances, wearing a hijab, and daily prayer. She wasn't particularly religious, but was content with following her parents' wishes until they started interfering with her interests.

Where her parents wanted a doctor or businessman to take over their store, she resonated more with electronic music. While she enjoyed piano she had no incentive to further education until her uncle bought her an electric keyboard as "encouragement" to pursue the craft. She loved her keyboard and began posting her music online to show her uncle (who lived an hour from the heart of Los Angeles). She gradually picked up steam and used her ad revenue to buy herself to buy herself basic equipment to expand into mixing her music. YouTube exposed her, not only to the public but also to new forms of music that she wanted to absorb into her style.

She continued mixing as a hobby and gained more subscribers via features by a few big name channels (mainly for gaming), but unfortunately could not perform. Aside from her young age, her father forbid her from going anywhere that she needed to dress immodestly or drink alcohol. Despite protests, she eventually found that her religion was restricting her from more things than not. Normal girls could eat pork. Normal girls didn't need to wear a headscarf. Normal girls weren't blamed for disease and oppression. As much as the Qur'an touted Djinns having free will, they were also blamed for so many other things. She didn't agree with those views and argued endlessly with her parents, culminating in her tearing off her hijab as the last sign of disrespect before leaving the house with her turntables and laptop.

For a while she slept on her friend's couch while acting as his roadie, but started gaining traction as soon as she could perform shows. Around the same time, she started up an online friendship with Yu Maeda on an online forum. The two hit it off, talking daily while Yu did album and thumbnail art for her. Belle gained decent fame around the San Francisco scene and even got signed on an international tour with a friend of a friend. Unfortunately, the US government had been tracking her. Due to Yu and Belle's friendship, Belle had confided that she was a Djinn to Yu and after intercepting a package Belle sent, they were ready to mobilize.

They raided a warehouse in Paris where they were hosting a rave exclusively for supernatural creatures and arrested everyone on false drug charges before bringing them to Westcreek. Luckily for Belle, she'd cut all ties with her family so they could not track them to any location. As it stands, she works at a bar playing music with party DJing and drug peddling on the side.

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FACE CLAIM ; Jahan Yousaf
HEX CODE ; #437C17
PLAYED BY ; เผผ ใค โ—•_โ—• เผฝใค
CREATED BY ; VERIX

So begins...

Belle Tarkani's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Raleigh Lanster Character Portrait: Yลซ Maeda Character Portrait: Belle Tarkani Character Portrait: Olivia Summers Character Portrait: Valerius Cinna Character Portrait: Tallulah Lum Character Portrait: Maxwell Kelly Character Portrait: Lucas Silva Character Portrait: Helena Grimm Character Portrait: Quirinus Avery Character Portrait: Valerius Chevalier Character Portrait: Willa Haywood Character Portrait: Saira Zahariev Character Portrait: Nico Matsumoto Character Portrait: Hinata Shimizu Character Portrait: Daniel Driscoll Character Portrait: Cรฉcile Valovoi
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ACT ONE : PART ONE : INTRODUCTION
LOCATION: MAINSTREET
TIME: 6:30PM

Summers in Westcreek were nothing short of exceptional. In general, the city's climate was all around lovely, cool winters and warm summers, a generally moderate climate. But it was the summers, really, that were something else. And it was because of evenings.

When the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, it transformed the sky into a canvas, bold streaks of color staining it, creating a view that could only be called art. It was generally acknowledged that this was the best time of day to be out and about, the best of hours to be caught walking the city streets.Today was something of a unique occasion, though, and on this particular evening, you'd be hard pressed to find a citizen of Westcreek not out in the streets. There was a reason for this, and it was called the Festival of Life, an annual occurrence that called for the celebration of the original founding of the city of Westcreek. And the event was something to behold. It had all the ambiance and staples of any small town suburban fairs-- portable rides that no one felt quite safe riding but always did anyway, game stalls everyone knew was rigged but still coughed up money to play, stands for local shop owners to try and sell some wares, even the exact sort of festival food that inevitably led to an upset stomach the next day but was still widely eaten-- but was somehow grander. Almost larger than life. By all accounts, it should have been a spectacularly fun event. However, there was always, unfailingly, a vague sense of discomfort and tension hanging heavy in the air the night of.

The event wasn't mandatory, for heaven's sake, no the mayor would never want to force anybody to do anything they didn't want to do. But everyone knew it might as well have been. They'd all heard stories of the people who decided to chance it, who decided to spit on the foundation of the institution, and the stories never ended well. It was almost insulting, in a sense. Forced to celebrate what began their imprisonment? Sat down and force fed pleasantries and lies, a false history shoved down their throats that they'd have to regurgitate later on? And yet, they all attended. And it was fun. It was hard to take that away from it. The city council never went anything but all out on the annual affair. Children shrieked as they ran through the fairgrounds, holding their cotton candies high and begging their parents for another go on the vomit inducing spinning machine. The neon glow of the rides and games lent a cool and breathable atmosphere to the place Westcreek only saw a few times a year. It was fun. That's exactly what people would respond with the next day when they were asked about how their night went. With a heavy heart, a tense smile, "It was fun."

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Character Portrait: Belle Tarkani Character Portrait: Olivia Summers
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The Festival of Life is the most anticipated day of the year. At least, it was for shop owners like Olivia. All day the citizens of Westfall moved about town partaking in the festivities. People were buying specialty foods, riding rides, and buying art and other goods from vendors. Olivia was selling her hand squeezed lemonade, homemade cookies, and her handblown glass mugs. As the sun began to set, things began to calm down as people prepared for the final hours of celebration. Which meant a period of waiting for possible customers and then finally, finally she could "tear down" her table and enjoy the festivities.

She was looking forward to riding the cheesy rollercoasters, partaking in the usual funnel cake with powdered sugar, and partying the night away with her favorite DJ, Belle. Maybe hang out with Tali or watch Val perform some magic. There there were a lot of supernatural citizens doing their part for their town and she was actually pretty excited to see what they had put together.

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ImageNow she was sitting at her table, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her blue-green eyes gazed hopefully at the crowd, begging them silently to buy something. She made more money today than she had planned, but it always felt nice for someone to buy something of hers. It boosted her self-confidence. It also gave her something to do instead of just sitting here. She ran her free hand through her curly copper hair and pulled slightly. She knew it looked bad if she pulled out her sketchbook to pass the time, but her hands were itching for a pencil.

Then she had an idea. She pulled out her pencil and piece of paper. On it, she wrote

B,
This table is boring. Come entertain me?
-Liv
PS: You up for some cheesy rides?

She looked both ways, making sure no one was watching her, and used her powers to send the fire message to Belle. She hoped that either Belle would hurry, or things would pick up.

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