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: Ringmaster, Author
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

“Your heart won't survive the encounter. That's why it's called a "crush".”
– 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 - The tattoos decorating Jessica's body are unique. To those who can see her mien they are forever changing to tell a tale of the surrounding world.
  • The Ringmaster - Jessie is hostess and storyteller for a circus in the area. She captivates the crowd as she spins a tale for every new attraction.
  • Writing the World - Nothing boring happens around Jessica. Every story must build to a climax. Sometimes things have away of simply... Happening to enhance the most mundane of encounters.
  • Trope Mistress - Everyone has their story and each story can be categorized. The author sees the world through a lens and then the world conforms. What category do you fall into?

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

You're Still Here Poets of the Fall

Mercury dances in its skyscraper cell,
Rising and falling in harmony.
And I feel winter stealing my days,
To herald another creation.

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.

Logs

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