Carrington Bellamy

[Carrington Bellamy]

About you
Name: Mae
Age: 23
Characters you play: Carrington Bellamy
How you found this site: By chance

About your character:
Full name (pronunciation): Carrington Marie Elizabeth Bellamy (Kar-ring-ton)
Nickname: Carrie
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Date of Birth/Birthplace: January 19th/Oxfordshire, England
Marital Status: Single
Job: Lady-in-Waiting to Princess Aemilia

Celebrity Using: Katie Holmes
Picture:
Physical description of character: To look at her you would say she is poised, and confident in her manner and attitude, well dressed and up to the times when it comes to fashion. Carrington is a little taller than an average 5’ 9” tall, and some would say that she has inherited her mother’s waif-like build at 120 pounds, though she is two inches shorter than the woman herself. This statement is mostly true. Carrington’s thin frame is by no means frail or sickly, but perfectly suits her bone structure and allows her to wear virtually anything. Her skin is very fair with no identifying marks and burns easily with too much sun. Her face is oval in shape, with piercing hazel eyes, a subtle nose and thin lips. Her teeth are relatively small and slightly pointy and always show when she smiles, to add to the dimple in her left cheek.

Some would say Carrington appears shy and innocent to look at her, with playful but mischievous eyes; when you look into them she reminds you of a child with a secret to tell. Her brunette hair is naturally wavy, though she wears it straight often, and which falls down to the middle of her back, gives her an angelic appearance, especially when it is pinned up. The sun catches her hair and causes it to appear to glow like a halo around her face.

Her clothes are always expensive, mostly due to her mother’s excessive need to make her feel loved with items instead of actual affection, and Carrington’s own love of shopping and the because of the position she holds as the Princess’ Lady-in-Waiting.



Likes:

• Music
• Art
• Dancing
• Painting
• Writing
• Singing
• The Beach
• Quiet moments
• To be in love
• To be loved
• Pets
• Swimming
• To laugh
• Her job
• Travelling

Dislikes:

• Being confined
• Publicity
• Disappointment
• To have her heart broken
• To be rejected
• Drugs
• Alcoholics
• Her mother (from time to time)
• Bugs

Personality: Carrington is a rather soft spoken young woman, kind, respectful, polite and articulate, brought up in high society and with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. As an only child she lived a life of being doted on, especially by her father who lavished her with love, while her mother lavished her with expensive clothes and gifts. Joyce was and still is a very pretentious woman to whom appearances mean everything, and having her daughter look as though she has just walked out of the latest magazine is her way of telling the world…look we have money and are important and you aren’t.

Luckily, Carrington takes after her father, sensible, witty, intelligent (she is an avid reader and is constantly writing her own poetry and reading works of some of the greatest writers) and adaptable, at least to most situations, however one situation she could never been adaptable to, is not having money. She may not be conceited like her mother, but having money is all she knows, to not have it would leave her like a chicken with its head cut off, running around blind till it eventually died. She may not be her mother’s daughter in personality, but that doesn’t mean she is the sweetest thing to step out of the gold rimmed limousine. Carrington can be snide, sarcastic, and even plain insulting when provoked, but however all her bravery fails when faced with the scathing eyes and voice of her mother. Joyce has the ability to stamp out any rebellion in Carrington with just a glance.

Carrington is in general quite tolerant actually. Unlike many in her position who would abuse their position for their own gain, she is nothing like that, and takes a while before she is roused into having to defend herself or get herself into an argument.

When it comes to public perception, Carrington maintains the decorum that her position dictates, aloof, elegant, polished, pristine and a complete mystery. As a child she was high on the tabloid list of people to have information on because of her father’s position in government. After his death this did not change, and only worsened once Carrington became Lady-in-Waiting to the Princess, a position she got due to her mother’s connections and the family name.

Her mother controls her life in every respect but one…her heart. Carrington may jump when Joyce commands it and run where she tells her, but she cannot deny her own heart and how it feels. She silently holds dear to the love she hopes to find one day, a love not orchestrated by her mother. She longs for someone with whom she can be an entirely new person, free, outspoken and alive in everything she does. Someone who makes her smile more; laugh and actually become playful and allow her to act like anyone else who was not born into the aristocratic and deeply criticised world she lives in, even if for a short while. She can allow herself to forget the state of her family and the pressure that is on her shoulders when she is with him, and have time to be herself.

She has no bad habits; her mother would never allow it. There can be nothing to taint the lily white appearance her mother has taken years to create in her. Carrington must appear innocent and pure, which isn’t a bad thing since she is at least pure, she stopped being innocent and unaware of the world’s ways when her father died and her mother took over the family.

History:

Joyce Montgomery was your typical spoilt English aristocrat. She wanted the world and she wanted it bowing at her feet, so when Randal Bellamy came to visit her home in Oxfordshire, as a guest of her father, she heard opportunity knocking. Randal was a member Parliament, well-known and respected, which made him a man not only with position but of great power, and he also came from one of the wealthiest families in Wales, a fact that did not miss her calculated mind. He was a widower of four years and everyone said he would never marry again; his love for his late wife Genevieve was too great. She was determined to prove them wrong.

She threw herself into his every path and finally her attempts paid off, she caught the older man’s eye and no less than six months later they were married in an outlandish ceremony of Joyce’s orchestration. She was finally not just another wealthy daughter, but the wife of the parliamentarian, one of the most influential men in England. She had everything she wanted. They moved into a fairly large mansion in Oxfordshire, of course at Joyce’s choosing. She didn’t want anyone to miss them and wanted everyone to know how wealthy they really were to afford such a place.

They had a happy marriage as long as Joyce got what she wanted, sometimes two of whatever it was her little heart desired. Randal denied her nothing, and after four years of marriage he was repaid with a bouncing baby girl, that they named Carrington. Joyce was insanely proud of the bald-headed baby girl that arrived that morning in spring, as was Randal. Over the next few years they lavished Carrington with every luxury a young girl could want, ponies, carousels at her birthday partied…full circuses, you name it she got it.

Carrington was daddy’s little girl, he took her everywhere and this didn’t bother her mother in the least. Her father lavished her with love; her mother lavished her with gifts why would anyone not want that? At the age of eleven she went off to attend a women’s private school, where her studious nature came to life. While she was gone, her mother used the time to redecorate the house, at least once a year so that Carrington was always greeted by something new when she returned every year for summer.

Her first year at school was very pleasant; she was instantly liked by her classmates and professors, being a soft but well spoken girl with a quick wit and an excellent mind for her class work. She was even became involved in several groups at the school, and was even made President of the Literature Society, where writers to come together and discuss their passion for prose and verse. She was an outstanding leader and did very well at the school and gained very high grades in her exams. However, she suffered the loss of her father while she was away at school, she was fourteen then. Randal had for some time had trouble with his heart and one day while riding his horse, he suffered a heart attack and died. It was a devastating time for both Joyce and Carrington. Despite her selfish nature and her need to show up everyone else, she did love her husband, but being the widow of a former parliamentarian was still a position of respect. She was over the top with his funeral, she had a large band playing, horse drawn hearse, doves, and many more expensive decoration to show everyone how much she loved her husband.

Randal’s death affected Carrington deeply, she loved her father so much, he had great hopes for her to follow him into the law profession which had led him to politics. She cried for months after he died, but dedicated herself to her work to overcome it and as a mark of respect to his memory she had every intention of going into law once she left school. However, she would not get the chance. Her mother, determined to stem the pain of losing Randal and the loneliness of an empty house, began to spend their money like wildfire till there was almost none left. Carrington would hear this news on her return to Oxfordshire at the age of twenty, after completely her university education. To say she was shocked was an understatement, her father had been one of the wealthiest men in town, how could it all be gone? Her mother’s financial advisor informed her that indeed, they were bankrupt. Joyce would hear none of it. Joyce would never declare bankruptcy, never. She made whatever deal she had to, she connived, threatened and did everything she could to make their debts seem to disappear, but it changed nothing that the family would be in ruins should anyone discover their plight. It was then that Joyce called in a favour which reunited Carrington with Princess Aemilia and won her the position as Lady-in-Wiaiting. It was the thing to save the entire family and Carrington as been dutifully carrying out this privilege ever since.


Family:
Father: Randall Bellamy, age 65 (deceased)
Mother: Joyce Bellamy, age 50

Random Facts:

• She broke her arm horseback riding when she was 16
• She still believes in love at first sight, though she will never admit it
• She wants to marry some day and have a family
• She has an older brother from her father’s first marriage that she has never met, and doesn’t know he exists.
• She has a degree in Law but has never sat the BAR.
• She had a romance with a boy named Luc while she was at university, but it didn’t last. Luc was French and returned home after he completed his education.

Hobbies:

• Horseback riding
• Tennis
• Writing poetry
• Singing
• Playing piano
• Swimming
• Painting


Role Play example:

A soft breeze blew threw the open window as Carrington slept, curled into a little ball on her soft mattress. Her brown hair fanned over her pillow like a deck of splayed cards and her features were soft under the moon’s pale light as it filtered through the transparent curtains. She looked so at peace, her expression so emotionless in slumber that you would never image what torment plagued her mind.

She had not been there the day he died, her father, the well known parliamentarian Randall Bellamy. She’d been off at boarding school when he had his heart attack and fell from his horse that summer day, but her images of what she imagined still haunted her dreams all these years later. Her body turned and shook slightly as she dreamt and rolled over onto her other side.

She saw him atop his horse, tall and elegant as he always had been in life. Randall had been Carrington’s first riding instructor, taking her with him on his jaunts when time and her studies allowed. He would sit his little girl before him on the saddle and ride off into the countryside with no one else to bother them. He always had bodyguards, it came with his position, but to Carrington they were like family and she hardly ever noticed them. However in her dream, she was not the small child, but the twenty-four-year-old woman she was now. Her father held her close when suddenly his gripped tightened around her and she heard him gasp for breath before falling, taking Carrington with him. They hit the ground with a thud, her father’s grasp unrelenting as it seemed he would squeeze her to death.

She struggled against him, when his voice suddenly broke through the pants. “Why weren’t you there? Why didn’t you stop this? Why didn’t you help me?” He asked angrily. She struggled and struggled till finally she was free of him. She crawled away from him as he continued to scream at her, accusing her of letting him die.

“No...I didn’t,” Carrington sleeping form spoke into the still night. “I’m sorry,” she continued as she began to toss and turn as the father in her dreams accused her and slowly turned a sick purple in colour as breath left him, and finally she shot up from bed fully awake. She panted, her brown hair hanging around her shoulder dishevelled, as her chest heaved with every breath and her heart raced in her ribcage. It was just a dream, it was only a dream. She looked around the room and immediately swung her legs from beneath the sheets and into her soft slippers. She walked to the window, her arms hugging herself as she peering into the still night and took a deep breath. “It was just a dream. You didn’t let him die,” she assured himself. She glanced at the clock; it was two in the morning. She sat in the window seat and watched the lights dance across the skyline.

“It was just a dream,” she said hugging her knees and resting her head on them.

The Phrase:

((What Hurts the Most- Song title of her favourite song. Sorry, forgot to put it in Title.))

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