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Post by Belle Starr on Jan 28, 2015 15:45:12 GMT
Character Profile of Belle Starr
 NAME - Belle Starr AGE - 20 Earth Years RACE - Human Caucasian GENDER – Female PROFESSION - VBI Associate, Legendary Ark Hunter, OZZ Squad Warriors Clan Leader, Self-proclaimed Super Hero, and War Master Groupie ("Among many other titles, although I'm not sure what some of the alien ones mean, or even if they are very nice." *pout*) LONG TERM PROFESSIONAL GOAL - VBI Spokes Model ("It could happen!") FAVORITE EGO POWER - Cloak ("I like to get in, do the job, and get out before the bad guys even know I'm there" *giggle*) FAVORITE GUNS AND SHIELD - VBI SMG-EEC with % chance to blur, Wildcat Pistol with % chance to trigger overcharge, 7th Legion Shield with % chance to send out a decoy ("I've battled Volge with three EGO powers activated, although they weren't as surprised as much as I was! - see, super hero stuff!" *lol*) FAVORITE SWORD: Thorn Liro Energy Blade and/or 7th Legion Katana (“Please don’t make me choose!”) FAVORITE VEHICLE - White Challenger ("I'm one of the good guys, but I can't find a white hat I like. *frown*) FAVORITE OUTFIT - Liberty Trooper Armor without the helmet and diamond stud in right nostril ("I wouldn't want to miss a photo op!")  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION - Nordic pale skin on a statuesque six-foot frame, with shoulder length honey blond hair and baby-blue eyes ("Admit it! I'm beautiful!" *snicker*) DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS - Freckles over nose and cheeks, five small star tattoos to the right of the right eye, larger star tattoo on the left side of the abdomen, Children of Gallifrey tattooed on right buttocks ("Don't ask. Just please, don't ever ask.") MENTAL DESCRIPTION - Strong ethical belief in honor and loyalty, stubbornly seeing everything as right or wrong, she has an outgoing personality accompanied with a - to her - witty banter, that masks a deep seated insecurity and a fear of abandonment ("Say what - ! *slack jawed*) BACKGROUND - Born in Houston, Texas, but orphaned when Houston was unsuccessfully terra-formed and resultant alien diseases killed her parents, Belle was brought up by a family friend in N'Awlins, formerly New Orleans, and took her name from a romantic book about wild west outlaws. At 13, she took a job as a machinist on a steamboat on the Mississippi River. At 16, she was found by a step-uncle, a VBI Executive who took her to the East Coast and got her a job in the R&D Division of VBI industries. Wanting to travel some and have personal wealth more, Belle successfully joined the EGO Project, and was implanted with the EGO device along with other so-called Ark Hunters. She and the other Ark Hunters were transported to the Bay area by the Earth Republic's EMS New Republic as part of VBI CEO Karl Von Bach's special team to retrieve lost ark tech. After Von Bach's apparent demise, Belle wandered the Bay area fulfilling contracts for companies and the local Paradise government and chasing ark falls as a lone freelancer. In her spare time, she patrolled the highways and byways, ridding them of hell bugs, cyborg 99ers, and raiders as well as other dangers making them safe for the local miners and ranchers. It also made her reputation as a local hero. However, as new more dangerous enemies entered the Bay area, she quickly realized she might not live much longer if she didn't find more allies. Belle also realized how lonely her life had become as she patrolled alone. Ranchers and miners were always grateful when rescued, but couldn't seem to get away fast enough from the girl with the strange powers and many guns. After trying several clans, she finally found one - the OZZ Squad Warriors - that not only brought her allies but also the family she was desperately seeking. When not patrolling or working jobs, Belle likes to drink, party, and dance at the Crater. When waiting for War Master to awake, she likes to dance in front of his containment chamber. When working out problems, she likes to dance in the back room of the Overpass or on the roof of the Bug N Chug. When feeling introspective, she likes to dance at the top of the Golden Gate bridge. In truth, Belle just loves dancing. After years of serving the Bay Area, she became a clan leader and hero of Paradise, but not without cost. Belle is still searching to find out who she really is, both in the past and in the future! 
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Post by Belle Starr on Jul 27, 2015 2:44:32 GMT
 Belle Starr 2015 UPDATE
NAME - Belle Starr AGE - 22 Earth Years RACE - Human Caucasian GENDER – Female PROFESSION - Member of the Protectors Team of Fortress Kshaa, VBI Director of Security Analysis, 7th Legion Magistrate, FCN Special Reporter, Were-Volge. LONG TERM PROFESSIONAL GOAL - VBI CEO. FAVORITE EGO POWER - Blur. FAVORITE GUNS AND SHIELD - VBI SMG-EEC with 40% chance to blur on reload, Demon Hunter pistol, EL Darkest Night Shield. FAVORITE SWORD: Thorn Liro Energy Blade. FAVORITE VEHICLE - White Challenger with red stripe. FAVORITE OUTFIT - Green and black Castithan business suit (Emerald Warrior Outfit), diamond stud in right nostril, small silver hoop earrings, pink lip gloss.  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION - Nordic pale skin on a statuesque six-foot frame, shoulder length honey blond hair, blue diamond eyes. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS - Freckles over nose and cheeks, five small star tattoos to the right of the right eye, larger star tattoo on the left side of the abdomen. MENTAL DESCRIPTION - Strong ethical belief in honor and loyalty, still sees everything as right or wrong, although she has begun to admit there are shades of gray, she has an outgoing optimistic personality with a deep set devotion to her team, her adopted family. BACKGROUND -Since she arrived as an ark hunter in the Bay Area two years ago, Belle has discovered many secrets about herself: First, she found that her dead VBI scientist father, whose consciousness is now her EGO psyche, spliced her genes with those of Volge in the hopes of creating a super soldier for the humans in the next Pale Wars, but instead created a Were-Volge who sometimes Volged-out of control; Second, her uncle, Mr. Greenstreet, a VBI executive manipulated and orchestrated her young life to further his brother's experiment, including murdering her beloved guardian Papa Boudreau in N'Awlins to get custody of her as a teenager, and then getting her into the EGO program, but her team mate Taffer ended those machinations when he assassinated him; and third, she has found that her fate was intertwined with several of her team mates since she was born, making her believe that she has a manifest destiny with them. Her belief in herself has been shaken of late by several events including the presumed death of Joshua Nolan, her first lover, in the Defiance mines' collapse, then the New York terra-forming disaster, killing many friends and colleagues where she was educated and trained by VBI, and finally the believed death of her second lover and team mate Vo Kshaa, who was thought to be killed when the Mistress of Judgement and her Votan Collective Inquisition were using him as a hostage to manipulate Belle. Now days, Belle plots with others in VBI to transform it into a corporation that again serves society rather than itself, but still works with the Protectors' team in it's world saving efforts in a post-apocalyptic time.   |
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Post by Belle Starr on May 14, 2016 14:37:50 GMT
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Post by Belle Starr on May 14, 2016 15:11:07 GMT
BELLE STARR IN ALTERNATE REALITIES: Black DesertBelle Starr goes medieval - Belle looks ahead as a Valkyrie -  
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Post by Belle Starr on May 17, 2016 19:13:38 GMT
BELLE STARR IN ALTERNATE REALITIES: FirefallWhatever alternate reality Belle Starr finds herself in, she still loves to dance -
Whether it be during the day as Belle waits for a drop ship -
Or at night as Belle waits to paint Shanty Town red -
Belle Starr is indeed the Insect Queen -
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Post by Belle Starr on Dec 23, 2016 14:36:34 GMT
Belle Starr felt the exuberance of youth and new discovery. The lanky teenager was sure she had arrived at the ark break before anyone else, it being kismet that she was close by when it first fell from the sky, and now she had it all to herself, her first ark fall, at least until other ark hunters arrived. She eagerly crawled through the ragged breach in its side, adjusting her ill fitting machinist uniform that overwhelmed her skinny body upon entering the ark fall, and made her way to its center where she had heard all the best loot was located, including the highly prized ark tech. She managed to destroy the few drones she ran into, and cloaked when a Volge trooper went by, making it safely to the center of the ark fall.
Belle became alarmed when she heard voices; not the guttural speech of the Volge, but human voices, so she pulled the VBI Autopistol she had found shortly after the strato-carrier that had brought her and the other ark hunters to the Bay Area crashed. Her big blue eyes grew bigger when she saw two heavily armed men speaking in discernibly to each other in low tones, a tall thin pale man with a mop of red hair and a fat grimy bald man with a dark brown beard who seemed to be perpetually sweating, so she darted down a side hallway, waiting for them to pass and her EGO power to recharge. Every sense in her body screamed danger, despite the fact that her EGO radar identified them as purple neutrals as opposed to red enemies. Suddenly she was grabbed by two strong hands from behind, smelling the foul breath of her attacker before she could actually see him as he twisted the pistol out of her hand and threw it to the side.
"Now just what do you think you were going to do with that Chiquita?" The voice behind her said in a heavy Mexican accent, then twirled her around to rip open the front of her bulky Machinist outfit, exposing her firm but small pale breasts to the cold air of the ark, making her nipples pucker and grow hard. As the man with the dark beady eyes, greasy hair, and gold tooth leered at her, he yelled to his compatriots while grabbing in an iron grip the tousled blond hair on top of her head with one dirty hand to keep her from running as he twisted her small right breast with the other until she yelped in pain, "HEY AMIGOS. I FOUND A DIFFERENT KIND OF TREASURE HERE! SHALL WE PLAY X MARKS THE SPOT!"
The bearded bald man quickly moved behind her, moving faster than one would think a man of his girth could move, but whether it was because he was naturally fast or was moved to speed because of his lust, Belle didn't know or care. She merely felt his strong hands grab her from behind and throw her to the dusty floor of the ark break, then dropped down beside her to hold her down by her narrow shoulders as the lanky red headed man pulled off the torn pants of her machinist uniform from her, exposing her virgin nether regions to the elements.
"Finders get first dibs, amigos," Muttered the Hispanic man, the sneer on his thick lips accentuated by the pencil thin mustache he wore as he undid the huge death's head buckle on his fatigue pants, dropping them to the ground as he fell to his knees, then used his strong hands to pry her skinny pale legs apart, which Belle hoped in vain she could keep locked tight by sheet force of will.
Belle felt the excruciating pain at his unwanted intrusion into her most private place - the place her girlish dreams had exclusively reserved for the Prince Charming she hoped to one day meet! The bald man's sweat fell into her blue diamond eyes stinging them as he held her down while she screamed, but soon the dark skinned Hispanic villain grunted as he completed his dastardly pleasure. As he limply pulled out of Belle and rolled to his side, the red haired man quickly took his place, but already Belle was too numb to notice, only seeing the evil look in his green eyes that were inches above her own and feeling his hot breath as it hit her pretty freckled face, now twisted in pain and horror. After the red haired man was finished, it was the bald bearded fat man's turn, but by that time Belle was only semi-conscious and no longer struggled against the inevitable, but merely laid there like a broken doll, which in a way, she was now.
How many times they each had their way with her she lost count, only knowing it seemed like an eternity and that by the end she was praying for death. When they got bored with her, they kicked her several times to reassure themselves that she was, if not dead, unconscious, then began to search the room for loot. From the corner of her eye, she saw her discarded pistol laying not far from her on the ground, and when she thought her rapists were not looking, she crawled towards it slowly, hoping to grab it and blow at least some of the bastards away before she died.
"Not so fast Chiquita" She heard the now familiar voice of the man with the gold tooth, then felt a sharp pain in her side and heard her rib break as he kicked her hard. Soon the others joined him in a kicking frenzy as she vainly tried to shield her head with her thin pale hands, but to no avail. Blood seeped out of her body in a dozen places, and her once bulky yellow machinist uniform was now merely a series of tattered red strips of cloth that barely covered any of her bruised and battered skinny body.
"Think we overdid it Juan," Said the red haired man, regret in his voice not because of what he had done but because of lost scrip, "I don't think we could even sell her in Lima."
"We better get out of here before a damned Law Keeper comes by," Said the bald fat man, nervously tugging at his beard and sweating even more profusely from all his effort.
"Ah, she'll be dead soon if she isn't already, stupid Chiquita coming in here by herself," Replied their dark skinned leader, his gold tooth reflecting the dim light of the ark fall as he grinned wickedly. "But lets vamoose with our loot amigos!"
Once Belle was sure her three rapists were gone, she looked around, looking for her revolver and once spotting it, began the long and painful crawl to it. Years later, she would lie to her heroic role model Chase Lonehart, telling him she always chose life, and that she would never eat a bullet no matter how dire the situation. Whether she was trying to impress him or herself, she really never knew, or maybe this was part of the memory she sought to suppress, but when she reached her pistol, she put the barrel into her mouth, and without hesitation pulled the trigger. The gun made a large click sound, and continued to make the sound as she pulled the trigger over and over until she finally went unconscious.
In the present time as Belle writhed in tortured and restless sleep in a bunk bed at the Iron Demons Ranch, the tiny nanos in her brain placed there by the sniper's bullet rewound the tape of the worst hour in Belle Starr's life, making her relive the hopeless horror of that dark day in the ark fall over and over again by replaying it constantly. Already she had relived that incident three times, and she would relive it another twenty-one times before the current day was done. Her EGO psyche, unable to stop the nano's rampage, figured that at that rate, Belle would completely lose her sanity in less than five days.
Belle Starr felt the exuberance of youth and new discovery. The lanky teenager was sure she had arrived at the ark break before anyone else, it being kismet that she was close by...
* First written in "Madness!" September 14th, 2015.
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Post by Belle Starr on Dec 25, 2016 14:50:33 GMT
"It's an inverted duck blind of a sorts" Thought Belle Starr to herself as she saw with her enhanced vision Barringer's camoflaged hidey hole, remembering when her Papa Boudreau took her duck hunting as an eleven year old child in the swamps around N'Awlins.
The ducks still migrated from the north to the south in North America, despite the terraforming disasters across the earth, and many N'Awleanians would engage in the age-old custom of duck hunting when they did. Belle's guardian, Papa Boudreau, had already taught her the care and use of many types of guns, and she had proven to be a naturally excellent shot, but he had never taken her on one of his hunting trips. Every Duck season, he had usually gone with his best friend, Louis, who owned the used bookstore next to Boudreau's Hotel and Restaurant in the French Quarter, but this year Papa had asked Belle if she wanted to go. Belle was all smiles and excitedly answered with a resounding yes, but was surprised that when the time came, it was just Papa and her who went on the hunting trip.
"Where's Uncle Louis?" Asked Belle back then, her big blue diamond eyes wide as she asked the question.
"This trip is just for us two. Louis and I will go next weekend," Answered Papa Bouderau, as he packed their lunch of red beans and rice, day-old POW gumbo, and a couple off bottled waters, then grabbed the two rifles they would be taking, handing one to her, just before they began the long hike to where Papa had his pirogue tied.
Papa paddled the pirogue through the murky swamp water with Belle sitting forward in the bow, keeping a look out for hungry shark gators. The trip by boat was uneventful, for the swamp wardens kept the shark gator population down around N'Awlins, but it was exciting for Belle, for she didn't get out of the city much and she loved viewing nature. Finally they reached their destination, which was a small island with a rickety duck blind built on a stand at the edge the swamp that was a popular resting for ducks on their long migration further south. The duck blind was old, grey and green to match the scenery not so much out of design but because it had been weathered by many seasons. It also had a camouflage netting over it, making it almost invisible to the naked eye. After Belle and Papa climbed into the stand, they waited in silence for the ducks to arrive.
Belle was thrilled grinning from ear to ear when she saw several flock of ducks fly in and then settle on the water all around the duck blind. Papa had to tap her on the shoulder and gesture towards the ducks with his rifle to remind her of their purpose there. She shook her blond tousled head up and down enthusiastically indicating she understood, then took her gun and aimed at a particularly beautiful Mallard male duck, the green feathers on its handsome head glistening in the morning sun, just as it was about to land. With a single shot, the duck's head disappeared and the bird's body spiraled to the ground as the other birds scattered into the blue sky. Still excited, Belle scampered down the ladder of the stand and ran towards where she thought the duck she shot had fallen.
However, her excitement quickly died when she found the duck's body floating in the shallow waters, no longer looking magnificent and full of life. Belle' heart felt like a lead weight as she fell to her boney knees at the shore line, one small pale hand over her mouth, just staring with wide blue diamond eyes at the ducks body bobbing in the water, blackish blood still spurting from its headless neck into the brown waters. She struggled successfully at first to keep her morning breakfast in where it belonged, but ultimately failed, as she turned to the shoreline and gave up her stomach's contents. Belle stood up and backed away from the duck's carcass until she ran into an unyielding surface behind her - her Papa Boudreau.
"It-it-it was just flying, enjoying life in the s-s-sun, and I-I-I just up and killed it," Stuttered Belle, big tears falling down her pale freckled cheeks, for it had been the first time she had ever killed anything larger than the occasional cockroach or spider that invaded her bedroom above the restaurant in N'Awlins.
From behind her, Papa Boudreau put his two huge brown hands on her small shoulders to reassure and comfort her, saying, "Belle, it's okay to not like killing, especially if it is of an innocent; but know sometimes it's necessary to kill to protect yourself or others, and sometimes for the greater good. This duck will feed both of us tonight, and without him, we would go to bed hungry and maybe even starve in the long run. God put him on this earth to serve the greater good and it is what this duck will. Whenever you kill - and you will have to do so again, it's just that kind of world now - just always ask yourself first, is it for the greater good; and second, can the killing be avoided and the greater good be served in a different way?"
Belle never forgot that day or her Papa Boudreau's words, and thought about them often, including as she scanned from hiding Barringer's entrenchment, noting the high curling cliff at Barringer's back on one side and vast expanses of open areas around her on the other, thinking, "Barringer expects me to make a frontal attack, probably in my Volge form, so she'll have ample time to pick me off as I attack, or so she thinks!. I bet my armor is stronger than her bullets, but why take the chance that I'm wrong? Won't do anybody good if I'm dead, and it won't get revenge for Candace either!"
Belle eyed the cliff for a while, as she planned, "However... if I make my way to the back of the cliff out of range of her passive EGO radar, with the cliff then blocking it completely, I can climb up the cliff from behind and drop down on her! Problem is, I'll have to Volge-out to climb up that cliff, and I'd rather be in full control of my faculties when I face her! Fontaine pit trap and my fight with Atticus proved that when I'm in Volge form I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed! Oh well... Guess I'll cross that bridge when I get to it!"
Belle began sneaking around to the back of the cliff Barringer had taken shelter under, being careful to stay out of her EGO radar's range. When Belle got into position at the back of the cliff, she willed herself into War Master form, and the were-creature used her claws to begin the long climb up to the top of the peak.
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As Boudreau was being led to a jail cell in Fontaine's compound by two of his Fontaine's soldiers, he suddenly clutched his chest with both hands and began to stagger, surreptitiously twisting the wedding band on left ring finger with the thumb and forefinger on his right hand as he said, "My heart..."
"Old man, don't try anything fun - ARRGH!" Said one of the two guards as both of them clutched at their heads as blood hemorrhaged out of their ears, eyes and noses from the high frequency sound wave burst that briefly flooded a six foot radius around Boudreau.
As his two guards silently dropped to the ground dead, Boudreau said more to himself than to the dead guards, "Old men often have hearing aides, as well as other electronic aids," Then as he touched one of his cuff links and blinked out of sight, said, "By the way gentlemen, I think I will take my leave, and you don't have to have an EGO to have a stealth mode device.
Boudreau was glad he didn't have an EGO, so that Fontaine could not track his escape, but as he made his way to where he had secreted a Dark Matter transport gate, he regretted that he wouldn't be in Defiance to see in-person the final battle between Belle's team and Fontaine.
"I'll just have to rely on the satellite imaging and the cloaked flying camera eyes I have saturated the area with, along with the first hand account of my numerous agents in the area," Thought Boudreau to himself. "Still... not the same as being there."
* Originally written in "What Remains" November 13th, 2015.
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Post by Belle Starr on May 1, 2018 6:18:27 GMT
The Death of Belle Starr
As Atticus Batman walked towards Belle Starr, he said, "Sandy she is part Volge and I have seen them regenerate from nearly nothing before. Of course I have also seen synthetic Belles and heard somebody once made Belle clones. So anything is possible, especially since I can still see her spirit kneeling by her body's side. If everything were over for her, then she would already be moving on. So it is possible....."
Belle Starr stood staring at him with wide eyes then replied with a warm smile, "Of course I'm okay Atticus, I..." Then she looked down to see that her body was as transparent as a ghost realizing that she was in fact just that.
Seeing Sandy Bell Uljanov glance the direction Atticus had been looking and then give him a confused look that changed to a, 'Have you finally lost it completely?!' look, he took a breathe wincing slightly from the pain. Then Atticus shrugged his shoulders as if to say he must be mistaken.
Belle had just wondered why only Atticus could see her when she felt a firm hand grab hers and immediately turned with a hopeful look asking, "Vo?" However it wasn't her Prince Charming Vo Kshaa but in fact a handsome man with long brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard wearing farmer's garb smiling back at her. Furthermore they stood alone in a furrowed field covered in snow.
"You aren't Vo!" Exclaimed Belle with disappointment as she swiped an errant lock of blonde hair from in front of her blue diamond eyes.
The Bearded Man gave a pleasant laugh before replying, "No I'm not."
"Is he here?" Belle glanced around the snowscape searching furtively both hoping to find him but also hoping not to see him because that would mean he was dead too.
The Bearded Man's face turned grim as he answered, "He may be... there have been a great many newcomers here recently; so many that even I can't keep track. As you know, the world since the Pale Wars began is a turbulent and dangerous place."
Belle grinned replying, "Well, at least it's our world still!"
The Bearded Man smiled back saying, "Yes, your Protectors won quite a victory today but not without loss. You should be quite proud. You have left quite a legacy with their creation."
Belle's beautiful pale face reflected her surprise often forgetting her actions began the world peacekeeping force that was the Protectors. When she brought Vo, Taffer, and the others together it was to discover the source of the Volge teleportation powers for her own advancement in the Von Bach Corporation. Later, she brought into the organization Lady Christianna, Atticus Batman, Volodja Uljanov and even rescuing Sandy Bell Uljanov from her entrapment since the Pale Wars. Still later the small team grew into a mighty organization devoted to Peace with so many others joining, many of whom died to further those goals like her good friend Erika Widowmaker.
"So I'm dead now," Said Belle with note of resignation in her voice then asking, "What happens next?"
"I guess that depends on you Belle," Replied the Bearded Man. "But let me ask you a question? Don't you think you deserve a rest? You have done much to make the world a better place."
"Yeah, but I had a whole passel of things still to do!" Answered Belle as she watched the sun begin to set over the frozen field.
The Bearded Man laughed again and his laugh calmed Belle's soul as he remarked, "You would be surprised how many who find themselves here say that but the fact is like in most cases there are others to continue your good work. It's your turn to rest... but if you still feel that way later, we can always revisit the question. Far be it from me to say that resurrection is impossible."
The two shared a friendly chuckle as Belle watched the setting sun reflect pink on the snow then she let the Bearded Man pull her hand gently and lead her towards the sunset but said in passing, "I hope my friends put on my tombstone, 'Belle helped more than she hindered' but I don't think I ever told anybody that! Funny how when your time has come your remember all the things you should of told your loved ones but forgot to do so until it's too late! I hope my friends know how much I love them and how they were more family to me then my own kin!"
"They know Belle, they know," Reassured the Bearded Man as he led her into the sunset.
*Originally written in Illusions of Grandeur, 4/30/2018
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