Jessica Belmonte

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Jessica Louise Belmonte
Jessie.jpg
On Game As: Jessie
Played By: Sara Fabel
Concept: The World's Playwright
Date of Birth: August 3rd, 1952
Apparent Age: Mid Twenties
Occupation: Circus Ringmaster
Virtue: Charity
Vice: Deceit

Freehold: None
Motley: None

Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Muse Author
Court: Winter
Entitlement: Duchy of the Icebound Heart
Keeper: The Stultified Puppeteer

“The reason it's a "crush" is that your heart's not going to survive the encounter.”
– J.L. Belmonte

Overview

      The only tattoo that doesn't change is on her collarbone. Written in Latin it means, "Blessed are the brokenhearted." There's a reason it's the only facet that remains true in a mien of forever changing stories.       

RP Hooks

  • The Painted Lady - Jessie is the Ringmaster and storyteller for a local circus. She captivates the crowd as she spins a tale for every new attraction.
  • Writing the World - There's a compulsion in Jessica's interactions that more or less requires her to take boring situations and make them more interesting. Every story should build to a climax.
  • Trope Mistress - Everyone has their story and each story can be categorized. The author sees the world through a lens

Contacts

  • Kara - beatus qui convertitis scelerati. Blessed are the villains.
  • Jacob Rummel - You own the stage but I control the show.

Gallery

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Soundtrack

Smoke and Mirrors Poets of the Fall

I tried a shanty with the fool to find my pace,
Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways.
But there was no loyalty to hope and funny the need for mercy.
How it makes us bleed all mercy, now.
Do we even know who we are? Living like all life is forfeit.

Logs

  • (2017.04.12)
Words Words Words
  • (2017.04.15)
The Desert and The Moon