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Jun 20, 2019 21:03:03 GMT
Post by Kiara Bellemore on Jun 20, 2019 21:03:03 GMT
She's as fierce as the fire she wields.
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Kiara slid her slender form back behind the wheel and offered him a nonchalant glance, she wasn’t an idiot and she could tell he wasn’t either. She noticed the slight peek of a piece of paper from the glovebox, it was barely visible but she was adept at seeing the finer details. There was no doubt he knew the car was stolen by then, if not by investigation then by simple logic. Still, she didn’t mention it. Kiara waited it out and decided to burn the asshole to a crisp if he made a big deal out of it. Point being, he didn’t give her the feel of an innocent soul and that in itself set her slightly at ease. Kiara was a criminal at heart, one with a taste for slightly more expensive endeavours but people who shared similar cravings were the people she got along with the most.
She almost laughed when he questioned the temperature inside the van but she kept a casual composure nonetheless. Kiara could feel the heat but it was a comfort to her and a visible pain in the ass to him. She wiped her hair from her face and glanced at him in the slightest with dark red nails tapping to a soft melody on the steering wheel. “It feels perfectly fine to me”, a simple truth. She preferred the heat and she knew there was an almost unwilling release of her mutation otherwise the heat built up and she was forced to release some of the fiery energy at one point or another. It was safer to just be herself knowing most people didn’t tend to attribute the warmth in the air to a mutant in their midst.
She felt her lips curl into an arrogant smirk. The bastard had the balls to accuse her somewhat, albeit not directly but his tone was enough to go by. “Unless you wanted to spend the night with the sheriff back there, which I have a feeling you don’t, does it matter how full of shit I am?”, the fierce tone of her voice and slight glare in her gaze was accentuated by the heat in the air. It was a little hot by then, even for her. Kiara held off on the visible fiery exchange for a bit though. She wasn’t all too sure how he’d take to her response but she felt confident regardless of how it could turn out.
The world around them was ominous with thick darkness enveloping either side of the road. Kiara had half a mind to dump him right there but she was somewhat intrigued by the chaos the situation proved. After all, she thrived in situations that people otherwise avoided. Fire was her mutation and her soul and she yearned for the destruction of it’s full potential. Both literally and figuratively.
“Just sit back and enjoy the damn ride”, she leaned her head back for a second and glanced up at the empty road with slight disinterest. Kiara wasn’t rude but offered an almost playful tone of voice as she tore her gaze from the boring stretch of road to glance at the man next to her. She was somewhat curious just what he was doing looking for a ride in the middle of the night. Kiara wasn’t all too sure the innocence his charm and wedding ring provided were concrete in any sense of the word. Distrust laced her thoughts and caution reigned her fiery fingertips.
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Jun 16, 2019 15:33:53 GMT
Post by Kiara Bellemore on Jun 16, 2019 15:33:53 GMT
She's as fierce as the fire she wields.
TAG: @username. WORDS: XXX. NOTES: NOTES HERE
The space within the car was impossibly hot, simply by Kiara’s presence alone. The irritation fuelling her heavy foot onto the gas pedal was partly due to the scrawny asshole who double crossed her and the dickhead that cost her a beautiful antique right from Cleopatra’s reign. It was a beautiful scroll enveloped by rich texts that depicted the history of Egypt in an intensity that left Kiara breathless. Sadly it wasn’t in her possession and it left her at risk from a rather competitive and ruthless competitor who would be hunting her for as long as he didn’t pick a new enemy. It was an added risk of her rather mischievous profession but nothing she couldn’t handle. So she got herself a car and planned to lay low for a bit, enough time to plot revenge, enact and emerge victorious. Sadly, her competitor had influence, power and funds far more than her and that in itself proved somewhat complicated to overcome.
Her mind wandered to the satisfying idea of approaching the pompous asshole and envelop him in the raw fierceness of her mutation. She wanted to watch him burn but she was smart enough not to draw that much attention to herself. She moved her own antiques and valuables into a safe house that couldn’t be traced to her and set out with no real destination in mind. Kiara knew she’d spend a majority of her time moving from town to town until he lost track of her. Her eyes immediately saw the red and blue lights of a sheriff’s car with no sheriff in sight, it was enough to boil her blood more than it already was. Nevertheless, she needed gas about as desperately as she needed a fire extinguisher if she didn’t get control over the irritation lacing her veins. Kiara wasn’t particularly nervous with the idea of a sheriff about, she wasn’t known by the authorities as much as she was known as a ghost by the criminals she dealt with, she simply didn’t like authority. It was one of the reasons she was so good at being bad.
Kiara slowly willed the fire in her veins to a subtle halt when a stranger approached her. There was no denying that he was handsome and had a visual charm about him but she was cautious of who he was. She wasn’t scared though, Kiara had an unwavering confidence in her ability to burn everyone who stood in her way to ash. She had a natural charm about her, an easy smile and a subtle mischief to her gaze. She supposed it would’ve been smart enough to turn him away but Kiara didn’t mind, it was company enough to distract her from the constant annoyance and paranoia fuelling her fire. So she went with the impulsive choice, the choice that reflected how carefree she truly was and approached the stranger with a natural sway of her hips.
“Sure, I’m passing through there anyway”, she nodded before placing a palm atop her hip and stared at the stranger with intrigue and curiosity. “Little dangerous to be out here this time of night, never know who you might run into”, it came across a little more ominous than she cared for and while she was fully unaware of what he’d done, she was referring to herself. She was dangerous, she knew that much but she wasn’t exactly a cold blooded killer. He didn’t know that though, she just needed him to be cautious enough not to try anything funny that would end him in a fiery assault that could be the end of him. “Anyway, make yourself at home”, she told him with a soft chuckle and quick gesture at the passenger side’s door.
Kiara ventured to the driver’s side and slid her slender form onto the seat with graceful ease before looking over at the stranger with a curious glance. “I’m Kiara by the way”, the car roared to life and she slid it into drive before glancing at the dark road ahead, “I’m also not someone you want to cross. As long as you behave, I’m sure we’ll get to Kentucky just fine”, she left him with a comfortable threat laced in a charming smirk and a playful wink wondering just how the road ahead would turn out.
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Post by Kiara Bellemore on Jun 5, 2019 13:35:05 GMT
Kiara Bellemore: Pyrokinesis
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Post by Kiara Bellemore on Jun 3, 2019 8:43:36 GMT
She's as fierce as the fire she wields.
TAG: @username. WORDS: XXX. NOTES: NOTES HERE
The whole mess of events that ensued left Kiara baffled and somewhat annoyed. She could hardly even hold on when he kicked the trailer, her palms instinctively stretched out before her to help cushion the fall from the trailer only to grasp onto his gigantic palm. “What the hell are you doing?!”, the worlds barely snuck through the confines of her lips when she felt herself being tossed inside the trailer. Kiara half expected to fall harshly into any of the many items within but found herself gasping softly at the rough tumble onto the bed. She sat upright, her dark hair messy and her lips agape as she watched the door slam. There was still a clear resonance of his voice as he talked to someone she didn’t know, Kiara didn’t appreciate his actions in the least. She wanted control, she yearned for it every second of her life and being tossed into a trailer in sight of a stranger was enough to make her blood boil.
Fire instinctively trailed up her he arms before she even relished in their comforting heat. It was a natural instinct, one that begged release like a caged beast. Fire trailed her skin and she felt the trailer grow warm in her presence. She wanted to feel the fire within her spread, simply because it fuelled her irritation like her irritation fuelled it. It was a flawless circle of destruction that was either impressive or awfully dangerous. She didn’t really care.
Kiara sauntered towards the door and kicked her boot against it, when it didn’t waver she suspected a particular mutant was the cause. “Oh fuck this”, she held an open pam towards the small window to the side if the door and watched the fire shoot out at with a massive force that shattered it’s crystalline borders and left the curtain in ashes. She didn’t know Gavin or the dangers he possessed, Kiara didn’t take well to losing control over the situation and she wanted out.
“Take it as a warning shot! The door’s next!”, she called out cupping her flaming hands to her lips before backing as far away from the door as she could. She built up a massive ball of entwined fire inside her open palms until it was as big wide as her shoulders. With a flick of her wrists, she sent it barrelling towards the door. She didn’t want to hurt Crush but she wasn’t opposed to the idea if it granted her freedom. Kiara spent every second hoping he took her threat to heart and backed away from the coming heat. She knew there was enough force to her fire to tear the door free of it’s hinges and leave it in smouldering embers outside, there was no telling what impact it would have on Crush or the stranger outside. Kiara watched the door rip from its hinges and stepped into the mess and smoke of her bold exit before looking to Crush with a slight glare.
“Never. Do. That. Again”, she stepped forward with a casual wave of her palm and a quick flip off. She would have liked to get to know the unique mutant some more but the fire in her veins was a dangerous fuel to her desire for chaos. The flames enveloping her skin died down into nothing as she attempted an irritated exit from Crush and the stranger with the ghost of a frown atop her lips.
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May 29, 2019 18:58:49 GMT
Post by Kiara Bellemore on May 29, 2019 18:58:49 GMT
She's as fierce as the fire she wields.
TAG: @username. WORDS: XXX. NOTES: NOTES HERE
Kiara circled the mutant with intrigue and nodded as he spoke. No wonder he’d earned the title of their strongman, a very useful mutation in it’s own way. She wondered if she should call him Crush or Keagan but decided it didn’t really mean much. It was a brief encounter that wouldn’t contribute to much of anything and it wouldn’t be long before she’d move onto the next victim of her criminal endeavours. She gasped softly at the sudden scoop but found herself relaxing nonetheless. It wasn’t a threatening act and she didn’t deem it fit to overreact over a small bit of height. One hand rested on his palm to steady her posture while the other tenderly and subtly pressed against the dull, annoying sting at her side. It was barely there but annoyingly persistent nonetheless.
She stepped off his palm with a gentle sway of her hips and turned to watch another brief show of strength with folded arms and a curious smirk. The trailer shook in the slightest as the roots of the tree tore free from the soil beneath them. It was impressive to say the least, something that was so fitting to the performer just like her fire was as much a part of her soul as it was a part of her physiology. The tree grew small as it sped over the horizon to a space she could no longer see. She clapped her hands slowly and softly at the small performance and grinned at his request. There was mischief in her gaze and trouble about her soul. She was as much the fire as the fire was her. Kiara was a fierce flame in a bland, dull world.
Kiara took off the leather jacket adorning her shoulders and tossed it aside with a careless confidence. The navy tank top underneath was stained darker by her side, but not by much. The flesh wound was barely visible as she prepared herself for a cocky display of her own mutation. She was arrogant to be honest, fully confident in her abilities and proud of it. She smiled with a playful wink at his compliment before stepping into the middle of the roof with her palms outstretched. It started small at first, the flicker of a fickle flame at her fingertips and like a wildfire catching wind it spread. It caressed her wrists and entwined itself in intricate vines around her arms in beautiful, fierce fire.
At a final request for a show she couldn’t help but embrace the curiosity of the man who cracked a stranger’s neck for her. It was only fair, besides, she was a full blown show off. Kiara closed her eyes for a brief second before the fire grew exponentially and swirled around her in one, thick wave of unimaginable heat. It didn’t burn her, she was simply amidst a ball of fire that blew her hair out of control. She knew he wouldn’t be able to see her within the flames, at least not until she willed the whirling fire to a complete halt and stepped through unharmed. The ball of fire dissipated in one quick motion but the intricate flames adorning her exposed flesh didn’t shift. They stretched past her arm like a snake and lapped around the stranger as she sat down on the edge of the roof and drew every ounce of her fire into nonexistence.
Kiara had never really unleashed her fire in full, it was dangerous and she didn’t know if she could control it that much. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t want to but the devastation of it would be too risky and as much as she didn’t mind killing, she didn’t want to have a mass murder on her hands. It would simply make her far too famous for the likes of a cat burglar with expensive tastes.
“Good enough big fella?”, she smiled quite honestly with open arms hoping the who was as entertaining to see as it was to live through. Kiara loved everything about her fire because it was the greatest representation of what she was. Fierce and dangerous. A combination most didn’t live to see.
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May 26, 2019 15:26:12 GMT
Post by Kiara Bellemore on May 26, 2019 15:26:12 GMT
Kiara had a somewhat awkward smirk set over her lips, partially confused about one the circus performer running into her annoying little scuffle with the asshole and somewhat coated in the ghost of a painful grimace at the slight throbbing at her side. It wasn’t entirely painful, more annoying than anything else. A brow raised at his question and she found herself dousing the flames trailing up her arms at a single thought. She missed the caress of the flames the moment it died down but the heat was ever present. Most people couldn’t understand the almost feverish heat that was always present in her skin but she loved every second of it. Her mutation was her power and she was addicted to it.
“He was trying” she told him humorously knowing the only damage he did was a barely bleeding wound against her side. He ruined her jacket though, that in itself was enough to urge the fire in her veins but she was calm enough. Most mutants tended to stick together and she didn’t exactly feel danger in the presence of the unique performer. She could see the fear in the man’s face as he tried scurried off though, it was a sweet sight to her mind and she couldn’t help but grin.
She watched calmly, one shoulder leaning against the open doorway and heard the soft crack of the man’s neck breaking. Honestly, she would’ve preferred the delight of teaching him who to cross and who not but the gesture was still well appreciated. She saw life leave his eyes as his limp body being tossed aside. She chuckled softly at Crush’s question and stepped down with an ever present sway of her hips.
“I’m perfect actually”, her fingers subtly trailed over her jacket and the weight of the antique jewels. She didn’t mind the soft sting of a wound as she patted her slender fingers against Crush’s shoulder, “Impressive, the whole killing thing. Not so good at the clean-up”, there was a humorous tone to her voice as she stepped towards the weeds, reached down and watched the body burn in a low flame she controlled to keep suspicions down. The fire was still severely hot and turned the corpse from flesh and bone to a charred mess until nothing but ashes remained. It took a few minutes but Kiara drew the flames to a dead stop when the evidence of their wrong doing blew away in a light breeze.
“Didn’t catch your name big guy?”, she turned to look at Crush with her arms folded over her chest before circling the mutant with a curious glance. He didn’t have to help but he did, she was almost tempted to compensate him when she sold the jewels but she was greedy and the efforts to get them belonged to her so she decided against it. A minute’s curious conversation however was very doable and cost her absolutely nothing.
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May 25, 2019 19:57:12 GMT
Post by Kiara Bellemore on May 25, 2019 19:57:12 GMT
Kiara wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up at the circus but it was a quick, easy escape when her plan dived off the rails and left her centre of the chaos that followed. She’d robbed a wealthy man of a beautiful antique bracelet from the 14th century only to find him returning to his precious jewels a moment too early for her escape to go unnoticed. She’d left him and the two bulky men who did a shit job at protecting his assets in ashes and a building ablaze. Needless to say, she didn’t entirely have much time to leave the site without being noticed. The distinct smell of smoke and ash lingered about her and she had the expensive antique tucked into a pocket on the inside of her black leather jacket. So Kiara made a quick decision to blend into the crowds of the circus while a very determined security company searched the region for a cat burglar with an affinity for fire.
She stumbled into a nearby tent almost too fast and found herself glaring at the old man who gawked at her almost mischievous appearance. Nevertheless, no one paid her much attention when the show started. She had absolutely no idea what to expect but she could feel the subconscious tug of her fingers by her jacket, if only to reassure her that the weight of the jewels were still comfortably within her grasp. An almost annoyed huff slipped through her lips at the idea of sealing their beauty away for a while until the heat died down and she could sell it to a few interesting individuals with too much money on their hands. She’d lost track of the show for a few long moments as she drove her thoughts through her next steps for the coming days.
Her mind was driven from the complex plans as she watched a bulky stranger toss folded metal like it was nothing. She was impressed really, somewhat envious of his strength but she wouldn’t trade her mutation for the world. She hated it for a long time but it got her out of more tough situations than she could count. Kiara’s eyes were glued on the sight in front of her, she crossed one leg over the other and folded her arms almost protectively over the stolen antique.
Kiara felt her eyes grow wide at the sight of the car bending in like it wasn’t anything more than a sheet of paper, honestly, it was a very curious feat of strength. She peeked her head out of the tent to see a bulky man in a dark suit scan the crowds but she wasn’t all that worried when he passed by the tent. Kiara had half a mind to turn him to ashes but found the idea unnerving with so many witnesses so she stayed put and watched the curious mutant perform. For a second she was confused, unsure if the wink she noticed was directed at her or the awfully old lady just slightly in front of her. She offered a cautious smirk in return, still somewhat unsure.
Her palms met one another in a short applaud until she felt a harsh grip on her elbow. For a moment she was ready to shove her elbow into the stranger’s face until she remembered the countless witnesses about, she didn’t need trouble leading the authorities to her even if she was counted a victim by eyewitness accounts. Kiara still had stolen jewels on her and prison didn’t suit her as much as people thought it did.
It wasn’t long after that she felt the hard edges of a gun’s barrel press into her back and a shadow loomed over her. The voice in her ear was gruff but low, a whispered threat. “Don’t fight it”, she smirked almost challengingly but followed his harsh grasp regardless. The stranger pulled her through the busy crowds and shoved her into the first trailer he could find. She glared at the man as she regained her balance from a rough shove into a small counter and faced him with a fearless nonchalance.
“You’re not exactly smart, are you?”, she stepped forward for a second until he lifted the barrel into the soft flesh of her chest and she found herself outright laughing. “I burned your boss and his lackeys to a crisp. You should be running for the hills”, her fingers erupted into small, delicate flames that quickly trailed up the length of her arms. It broke his focus long enough for her to grab his wrist with fiery palms. She could feel the flesh bubble under the heat. The gun sounded silently as he fired in an effort to get her off, luckily it missed her, mostly. She felt the bullet graze the skin of her side, it wasn’t anything too bad, it was better than most injuries she’d sustained in her line of business. Still, he was in pain, enough so that she could pull the weapon from his grasp and shove a healed boot to his chest before watching him fall back out the very door he’d shoved her in through. Kiara’s arms were ablaze and her glare even more so, she didn’t go through all that trouble to steal the jewels only to be stopped by a bulky dick in a cheap suit.
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May 22, 2019 19:17:17 GMT
Post by Kiara Bellemore on May 22, 2019 19:17:17 GMT
x Kiara bellemore NAME. Kiara Bellemore NICKNAME. Ghost AGE. 25 BIRTHDAY. May 1994 MEMBER GROUP. mutant GENDER. Female SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual POWER: Pyrokinesis STRENGTHS:. -She’s able to use it as a weapon either by firing clusters of fire or a steady stream of flames. -She can sense heat or fire in her vicinity albeit only in a 100 feet radius. -Able to negate pre-existing fires, regardless whether they were created by her or not. -Able to shift fire into a tangible form.
-Able to create and manipulate heat without the ignition of a flame.
-Able to heat air around objects in order to move them at will but 80% of the time she ends up incinerating the item.
-Able to fly using her ability, although not for excessive amounts of time or to cover large distances. -Fire does not harm her as long as she holds her focus.
WEAKNESS: -Kiara can be harmed by fire if she loses concentration.
-Cold temperatures often end up negating her abilities to some extent, she’s fairly weakened in winter months.
-Use of her ability can turn severely catastrophic if she allows her emotions to get the better of her.
-She cannot conjure fire in an environment that is lacking oxygen, the fire simply won't be sustained. -Water is as much her weakness as cold temperatures and if she's soaked she's weakened in relation to the use of her ability.
FACE CLAIM. Emeraude Toubia HEIGHT. 164 cm WEIGHT. 55 kg IDENTIFYING FEATURES. She has several almost ritualistic tattoos simply because they're aesthetically beautiful to her along with a distinct scar that healed badly over her right palm.
OVERALL. Kiara looks somewhat like her mother with pitch black hair that curls down her back and dark brown eyes. She doesn't resemble her father much but she does share several of his personality traits. Kiara has a slender body with curves in all the right places and her skin is beautifully traced with almost ritualistic tattoos she chose simply because of a rebellious streak and learned ultimately to love the look of it all. POSITIVE TRAITS. -Adaptable
-Determined
-Loyal to a selected few.
-Fierce
NEGATIVE TRAITS. -Manipulative
-Liar
-Stubborn
-Emotionally distant
OVERALL. Lara is a highly adaptable individual, in both good and bad circumstances. She’s able to wiggle her way out of tough situations with ease. Her adaptability is highly challenged by steadfast determination. Nothing and no one steps between her and her goals and lives to tell about it. Even though she’s not much of a social person, she’s loyal to a select few people. Although she doesn’t lie about much, she tends to be really good at it considering her line of work. She’s willing to double cross people for her own, selfish reasons. While being fierce is one of her best qualities, she can also be prone to violence should the need arise. Lara is also known to be highly distrusting of new people, it takes a whole lot to win her over.
FATHER. Richard Bellemore, deceased. MOTHER. Catherine Bellemore, 53. SIBLINGS. None known. OTHER FAMILY. None she cares about. HOMETOWN. Kansas. OVERALL.
Kiara grew up wishing for nothing, her parents spared no expense to keep her happy. When she was 14, her abilities manifested in a horrifying fire that left her father without half a face and her mother filled with absolute hatred. She caught wind of her parents calling GADEM and decided in a split second that there was simply one solution. She made a bold move and ran for it before she ended up being taken away from a family she though would never crumble, sadly she was still a child and life on the streets were nearly impossible. By pure luck she ended up trying to pick the pocket of a stranger in hopes for enough money to buy a decent meal. Impressed at her efforts, he turned out to be an experienced thief gambling in antiques and irreplaceable art who happily took her in.
For years Kiara perfected her techniques, she turned out to be a highly capable thief with a taste for every challenge. Nothing was too out of reach for her, when her mentor and father figure died at the hands of an old business partner, she had no choice but to run. The man had powerful friends and a lot of money, despite hardly knowing the asshole, he had an intense desire to burn away anything that reminded him of her mentor. Knowing there was someone out there who wanted her dead only helped her grow stronger in her ability with every day that passed. Kiara waits patiently for the right time to act on the deep desire for revenge but for the time being, the running never stops, and neither does the stealing .
NAME. You know AGE. if you want EXPERIENCE. how long have you been rping
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