yaaaaas queen
Dec 10, 2019 5:10:38 GMT -7
Post by also clear on Dec 10, 2019 5:10:38 GMT -7
KAYLA BELLEGARDE "QUEEN" 5'10" 140LBS THIRTY-TWO FEMALE | |
HI NO KUNI NON-NIN [ALCOLAN] HUMAN EVIL, NEUTRAL TAI[spec] GEN[spec] | |
boxing,gates,kyusho-jitsu --- pattern, phantasm, enchantment --- --- tailor,alchemy |
PERSONALITY
"When you have explored pleasure to its ultimate limit, the only thing you can get a kick out of is pain." -Alan Watts
Kayla is, fundamentally, a creature of avarice. Her pleonectic nature leaves her viscerally dissatisfied if she is not the most esteemed, the most wealthy, the most powerful person around. Of course, only the foolhardy counterproductively advertise such a nature. The elite edacious understand that bounties accrue primarily to those who pursue them obliquely. It could not be any other way.
Thus, in her thirty years of gravitation towards power, Kayla has become expert at acquiring it. The first step is always to be noteworthy. Obscurity is death. She acts often with a flourish, projects her voice loudly when necessary, and astonishes with unexpected antics. This is not entirely a facade: Her carnality can be legitimately frivolous, as is nearly axiomatic.
Such behaviours include a significant degree of lechery. When it comes to sensuality, Kayla is both liberal and libertine. She has very little shame, and encourages the pursuit of desire not only in herself but those who surround her. The woman finds herself fond of both men and women in this way - and all things in between and outside. Culture and tradition never were going to constrain her for long. She abides only by her own laws.
These laws forbid little. Innocence and guilt are substituted in her mind for the utility of the individual in question. Whether she is in fact a true sociopath remains somewhat obscure, for she does seem to display legitimate and lasting affection for others - it is just that this presents little obstacle to killing them.
She does, however, seem to have very little understanding of fear, at least when it comes to herself. It would take the most finely-honed genjutsu to agitate her mind into such responses, for they rarely appear otherwise. It may be inferred that Kayla is not afraid to die, for little else could explain her acts of audacity and total lack of remorse. "The past," she is fond of saying, "is just data."
These traits tend to land her in positions of command, for she will shrink from nothing, and makes decisions where others hesitate. To add to this, her "cruel but fair" rulemaking and tendency to share her riches appropriately provides bountiful security and simplicity for those who wish to follow her. From there, power is easy to maintain for Kayla. Snuff out the resentful, forgive the penitent; apologize scarcely, but when you do, do so deeply; never show weakness in front of the masses - or anyone, for that matter; appeal to the interests of others first, but only - and clearly - when they align with your own; and above all, make it certain that you inspire fear in every person you meet.
This is easy for Kayla to do, for her sense of drama, her selfdom, even her sexuality - all of it is deeply interwoven with sadism and, specifically, blood. She speaks often of it, and tends to punish others in the form of exsanguination. She even enjoys the taste.
APPEARANCE
Since birth, Kayla has had the peculiar trait of argent, nearly pure white hair, though it possesses all the lushness of youth even as she enters her thirties. Though seeming straight at first as it cascades from her crown, its longer locks tend to curl in upon themselves if left to their own devices. The woman tends to keep her bangs clipped just clear of her eyeline.
Her eyes a sort of amber, more gold or more red under different lights; solid or molten under different moods. Kayla has a broader face than some. Her nose is small but acutely pointed. Her lips are thin and often pursed, though they can sometimes be seen pulled taut over an impish smile.
Her eyes a sort of amber, more gold or more red under different lights; solid or molten under different moods. Kayla has a broader face than some. Her nose is small but acutely pointed. Her lips are thin and often pursed, though they can sometimes be seen pulled taut over an impish smile.
HISTORY
It may come as little surprise that Kayla was originally Hi no Kuni nobility. However, the rise of shinobi influence over the world, particularly in the Land of Fire, were leaving the once-esteemed royal houses of the region with increasingly little control. Before Kayla was even born, the Bellegarde and Fialova families had been quietly conspiring to merge their houses in the form of a diplomatic marriage.
As such, Kayla emerged from the womb with her destiny already preordained. She was to be a prim and proper princess, mannerly in the extreme, subservient, diligent, sociable, all of these things. In childhood, of course, this all soaked into her. She was constantly adored by incestuous aristocrats. Mister and Missus Fialova were rather like aunts and uncles. Come to think of it, one might not have to trace the family trees too far back for that to become literal.
However, when the promised child finally arrived, it was... a little baby girl. This fact, shameful as it was to the Fialovas and their proud legacy of first-born male heirs, was of course not revealed to anyone. In the version of events everyone received, a tragic miscarriage had occurred. It wounded young Kayla's heart. She had been told the lump in auntie Fialova's chest held her little prince-to-be.
A considerable tension and disgruntlement from of all parties followed. Kayla wanted her prince. Her parents wanted a prince for her - but mostly just for her to behave. And the Fialovas wanted desperately for the truth to remain hidden.
Little Kayla grew disconcerted, and in this disquietude began questioning everything. All felt for naught. If there was no prince, what were all these restrictive behaviours for? What did it matter if people loved her? Reasonable constraints began to feel claustrophobic, and she grew to push against them more and more. She would pull pranks and make scenes at parties, mortifying her parents. Unfortunately, once they lost their grip on their child's goodwill, the Bellegardes knew not how to recapture it. They resorted to locking her away and flogging her raw. This eventually put an end to Kayla's acting out - but only superficially. They had plastered a patient mask to her face, for their own sakes; but a quiet monster still growled just beneath the surface.
During Kayla's thirteenth year, a new little prince was prophesied. The rift between the two families quickly began to stitch itself back together, raising toward what was forecasted to be a crescendo of joy - at least from the older generation. By this time, Kayla was almost totally disillusioned with her once eagerly-awaited future.
Midway through Mrs. Fialova's second pregnancy, the Bellegardes and several other families were over for dinner. Kayla finished up her dinner early. She was admonished not to stray too far, but did so anyway once out of sight. In similar fashion, despite being kept under more literal lock and key, the secret girl had broken free herself. The two encountered in a hallway. Kayla froze in shock. The bedraggled little child introduced herself: "Welcome, my name is Francelia Fialova. A pleasure to meet you... or whatever."
Kayla ran away screaming. "Mother! Mother!" she cried. "There's a girl here! A little baby girl! In the house!"
The fallout was catastrophic. Though she was only the messenger, Kayla got the proverbial bullet. Both families were left in disgrace. After the slight, nobody was certain if the prophesied marriage would even take place any longer, Kayla least of all. It was all rather horribly unfair.
If the young woman had resented her parents before, she utterly loathed them now. She began to delight in turning them against each other. She would flee to nearby towns just to escape their presence and get flogged when she returned. The Bellegardes even resorted to barring her window and locking her door in from the outside, but even that did not stop the precocious young girl. After a particularly violent tussle with her father, the whole notion of imprisoning her ebbed away. That point was critical, for it marked an essential turning point in the relationship between Kayla and her parents. Up until then, they were able to maintain at least an illusion of control.
But even her parents came to fear her.
Kayla never saw that forbidden child again, but she became vividly aware of her presence. When the argent-haired girl's ostensible future husband was only five years old, he and his parents were brutally murdered in the night. All signs pointed to the black sheep of the family, who was never found.
Kayla did not resent Francelia, for that was her name, one little bit for it. She had been growing tempted to kill the young man herself, for she certainly was not going to be a cog in the shenanigans of the prissy royalty she saw about herself any further.
The Fialovas were rendered functionally extinct as a family while Kayla was only eighteen. Feigning conspiracy, the Bellegarde girl departed her home shortly after receiving the news, but not before instilling fear in her parents that they may one day end up the same way.
"If you follow me," she warned them one foggy evening, just beyond the threshold of their manor, "if you try and have me tracked down, or retrieved; if I am even so much as reminded in passing that you exist, I will kill you both."
With that, she was gone. Wisely, her folks heeded her frigid warning.
For a while.
The girl had spent several years in Mizu no Kuni, having put a literal ocean between herself and her past. Unlike her folks, she was skilled with money, and had managed to build a comfortable living for herself in a port city, funding legitimate business with illegitimate trade. One way or another, her parents managed to track her down, and sent her a short letter.
"Our dearest daughter, please come home."
Very poor choice of words, really.
She did, and she brought some of her criminal companions with her. In the night, she and her small troupe snuck into the increasingly neglected manor-house and poisoned the both of them. Kayla ensured that, one by one, they died staring into her eyes. The spirits of hell would know of it: Kayla Bellegarde did not make threats lightly.
After that, it was a simple matter to guide what remained of her inheritance back to her Alcolan enterprise. Probably there were some people who suspected what she had done - but what proof did they have?
And so Kayla lived, growing into, in a rather monkey-pawed fashion, the glowingly wealthy woman her parents had envisioned she would one day become. By the time she was thirty, she had even managed to get the buffoon Alcola called a "King" suckling at her proverbial teat with all of his reckless spending. There is an old saying: "A crown without money is just a fancy hat."
As such, Kayla emerged from the womb with her destiny already preordained. She was to be a prim and proper princess, mannerly in the extreme, subservient, diligent, sociable, all of these things. In childhood, of course, this all soaked into her. She was constantly adored by incestuous aristocrats. Mister and Missus Fialova were rather like aunts and uncles. Come to think of it, one might not have to trace the family trees too far back for that to become literal.
However, when the promised child finally arrived, it was... a little baby girl. This fact, shameful as it was to the Fialovas and their proud legacy of first-born male heirs, was of course not revealed to anyone. In the version of events everyone received, a tragic miscarriage had occurred. It wounded young Kayla's heart. She had been told the lump in auntie Fialova's chest held her little prince-to-be.
A considerable tension and disgruntlement from of all parties followed. Kayla wanted her prince. Her parents wanted a prince for her - but mostly just for her to behave. And the Fialovas wanted desperately for the truth to remain hidden.
Little Kayla grew disconcerted, and in this disquietude began questioning everything. All felt for naught. If there was no prince, what were all these restrictive behaviours for? What did it matter if people loved her? Reasonable constraints began to feel claustrophobic, and she grew to push against them more and more. She would pull pranks and make scenes at parties, mortifying her parents. Unfortunately, once they lost their grip on their child's goodwill, the Bellegardes knew not how to recapture it. They resorted to locking her away and flogging her raw. This eventually put an end to Kayla's acting out - but only superficially. They had plastered a patient mask to her face, for their own sakes; but a quiet monster still growled just beneath the surface.
During Kayla's thirteenth year, a new little prince was prophesied. The rift between the two families quickly began to stitch itself back together, raising toward what was forecasted to be a crescendo of joy - at least from the older generation. By this time, Kayla was almost totally disillusioned with her once eagerly-awaited future.
Midway through Mrs. Fialova's second pregnancy, the Bellegardes and several other families were over for dinner. Kayla finished up her dinner early. She was admonished not to stray too far, but did so anyway once out of sight. In similar fashion, despite being kept under more literal lock and key, the secret girl had broken free herself. The two encountered in a hallway. Kayla froze in shock. The bedraggled little child introduced herself: "Welcome, my name is Francelia Fialova. A pleasure to meet you... or whatever."
Kayla ran away screaming. "Mother! Mother!" she cried. "There's a girl here! A little baby girl! In the house!"
The fallout was catastrophic. Though she was only the messenger, Kayla got the proverbial bullet. Both families were left in disgrace. After the slight, nobody was certain if the prophesied marriage would even take place any longer, Kayla least of all. It was all rather horribly unfair.
If the young woman had resented her parents before, she utterly loathed them now. She began to delight in turning them against each other. She would flee to nearby towns just to escape their presence and get flogged when she returned. The Bellegardes even resorted to barring her window and locking her door in from the outside, but even that did not stop the precocious young girl. After a particularly violent tussle with her father, the whole notion of imprisoning her ebbed away. That point was critical, for it marked an essential turning point in the relationship between Kayla and her parents. Up until then, they were able to maintain at least an illusion of control.
But even her parents came to fear her.
Kayla never saw that forbidden child again, but she became vividly aware of her presence. When the argent-haired girl's ostensible future husband was only five years old, he and his parents were brutally murdered in the night. All signs pointed to the black sheep of the family, who was never found.
Kayla did not resent Francelia, for that was her name, one little bit for it. She had been growing tempted to kill the young man herself, for she certainly was not going to be a cog in the shenanigans of the prissy royalty she saw about herself any further.
The Fialovas were rendered functionally extinct as a family while Kayla was only eighteen. Feigning conspiracy, the Bellegarde girl departed her home shortly after receiving the news, but not before instilling fear in her parents that they may one day end up the same way.
"If you follow me," she warned them one foggy evening, just beyond the threshold of their manor, "if you try and have me tracked down, or retrieved; if I am even so much as reminded in passing that you exist, I will kill you both."
With that, she was gone. Wisely, her folks heeded her frigid warning.
For a while.
The girl had spent several years in Mizu no Kuni, having put a literal ocean between herself and her past. Unlike her folks, she was skilled with money, and had managed to build a comfortable living for herself in a port city, funding legitimate business with illegitimate trade. One way or another, her parents managed to track her down, and sent her a short letter.
"Our dearest daughter, please come home."
Very poor choice of words, really.
She did, and she brought some of her criminal companions with her. In the night, she and her small troupe snuck into the increasingly neglected manor-house and poisoned the both of them. Kayla ensured that, one by one, they died staring into her eyes. The spirits of hell would know of it: Kayla Bellegarde did not make threats lightly.
After that, it was a simple matter to guide what remained of her inheritance back to her Alcolan enterprise. Probably there were some people who suspected what she had done - but what proof did they have?
And so Kayla lived, growing into, in a rather monkey-pawed fashion, the glowingly wealthy woman her parents had envisioned she would one day become. By the time she was thirty, she had even managed to get the buffoon Alcola called a "King" suckling at her proverbial teat with all of his reckless spending. There is an old saying: "A crown without money is just a fancy hat."
