Guardian Atlanta |
Name:
Arabelle "Belle" Thrasher About: A generally soft-spoken and polite person, Belle fairly radiates smug superiority when she knows (or thinks) she's right about something. She's deathly afraid of spiders and cockroaches, especially large ones (but is secretly of the opinion that mice are adorable), and takes a certain amount of pride in keeping her establishment clean and vermin-free. Master of polite chit-chat and banter, Belle is well-liked by the people she deals with, though some still believe she's too young and flighty (and in some cases, too single) to be running her own business. She loves reading and fantasizing about the romanticized, genteel society of the pre-War South (though she doesn't agree with slavery), and has been known to opine that she was surely born into the wrong century. She longs for a sweeping romance, even if in her daydreams she's saving her dashing cavalier as often as he saves her. Her secret fear is of becoming an old maid. Belle worked as a docent at a museum for most of her college years, and recently inherited the family business, a small bed and breakfast on the eastern outskirts of Atlanta, from her parents.
Senshi
Name: Guardian Atlanta RoI: Henshin Item: A Civil War medal Weapon: A cavalry saber Fuku
Style: Sol, Non-Standard Abilities: Artwork: Related
Characters: Notes:
Toying with
the idea of the Senshi influencing her fuku here, as well. Belle herself
believes firmly that a woman should be just as strong and determined as
her menfolk, no matter how sweet and delicate she may look and act at
times. She's vowed to be not only a "pretty soldier", but also
an effective one behind whose skirts nobody should be ashamed to hide,
should the need arise. As such, her fuku is almost as serviceable as it
is decorative. The hoopskirt being cut in the front allows her mobility
(to a certain degree, though she'll never be an agile combatant), while
its reinforced hoops afford extra physical protection. Modern sensibilities
allow for the visible bottom of the bodice (though her inner lady cringes
at the thought)... with modesty-preserving ruffles, of course. |