Sage Monet Bellamy

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] Sage Monet Bellamy [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] Twenty-three [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] Summer 1997 (date unknown) [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] heterosexual [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] red [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] super strength & speed [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] Waleska Gorczevski [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] Tess

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Super strength and speed [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: Despite being a skinny, short girl, Sage has enhanced, inhuman strength and speed.  As of 2/4/20: She has the ability to lift and move objects up to two tons, though not necessarily for every long. The more strength she uses, the less time she is able to utilize it for. Occasionally, when her emotions aren't stable, she is drunk, or in some way out of control, she will pull of doorknobs or break glasses that she's holding. Having so much strength at her fingertips requires Sage to possess control over it.  Also, Sage has the power to move at extravagant speeds, up to approximately two thousand miles per hour. She hardly ever reaches that level, for it would take everything out of her. When she reaches a certain speed, changing direction becomes harder, as does seeing where she is going.  In combination with each other, these abilities make Sage a competent fighter. She can jump to great heights and strike out at others with a lot of force. Without having any training, Sage lacks grace and precision, nor is she knowledgable when it comes to her form. But with her fearlessness and savage nature, Sage utilizes her gifts well enough to fend for herself.  [attr="class","appcon"]Ubeity: [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 5'3" [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: brunette [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: yellow-green [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Waleska Gorczevski [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: Short, skinny, and petite, Sage is a lot of attractive in a small person. The first thing to draw attention are her eyes, a bright yellow-green color on the outside with a layer of brown on the inside. Beneath are dark, sunken circles, and thin, dark eyebrows lay atop of them. Freckles speckle her skin, especially on her long, pointed nose. Her pouty lips are often twisted into a snarl of sorts that tell people to 'fuck off'. Medium length, straight brown hair is parted down the middle and frames her thin face nicely. Often, her dress is dark, boyish, and intimidating, fairly simple but edgy none the less. Sage thrifts often, as she doesn't have a lot of money, but her eye for fashion makes do just fine. As far as formal attire, or going out with friends, she enjoys wearing heels and tight fitting dresses that garner plenty of attention from the male population. Her makeup is often dark, and her hair messy.     Scars: one long, straight incision along her spine, a horizontal cut on the nape of her neck, four cigarette burns on her collarbone, small jagged cuts on her knees and hands from broken glass, needle dots on her arms, a jagged one-inch mark right beside her left eye, and her nails have grown in bumpy and odd from being torn off. She typically will have a black eye or swollen lip from fighting.  Body modification: she has her nipples pierced, a tattoo on her underboob x, (to be continued later)                                                                                                                                                                   [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: Action movies, hip hop, marijuana, cigarettes, dogs, sports, fighting, beer, house parties, video games, dancing, energy drinks, drawing, tattoos [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: Reading, schoolwork, hipsters, anything that seems 'over the top', hard work, bitches, puns, cops, coffee  [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: Regardless of her short stature, Sage's persona is downright intimidating. She's loud and crass, but it is apparent that she has a lot to hide. A moody, bitchy pessimist, those who don't know her well tend to avoid her, simply out of fear of getting on her bad side, because Sage is quick to slay those who do. In most situations, she's an extravert, one who is very involved in the conversation with always something to say. Sage brings a lot of humor with her wherever she goes, often at the expense of others. This is a defense mechanism that she uses to cover up her own insecurities that are buried very deep within. On that same line of thinking, Sage outwardly sees herself in high esteem, and is often rude, uncaring, and disrespectful of any authority. Her gift makes her powerful, without having to try, feeding her laziness. She's often late to things, and doesn't put more work into relationships and goals than she has to unless it's a very special circumstance. Sage is known for her 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, despite the fact that she cares about a lot of things on the inside. Insanely private about her thoughts and feelings, Sage has a very large personal bubble. She doesn't like hugs from people she doesn't know well, and doesn't like sharing things, or letting people into her home or room. The things that she owns are hers and hers alone and she doesn't like people really looking or touching them. Part of this is because she will occasionally have episodes, relapses from the trauma she has undergone. This turmoil often reveals itself during night terrors, hence part of the reason Sage doesn't like people in her room or bed. She also has various scars- most are smart enough not to ask where they're from, but those who do pay the price.  Though she keeps it to herself, Sage likes to draw, and actually has a decent amount of skill. Before the collapse of the realms, she wanted to be a tattoo artists.  As far as friends go, Sage typically gravitates towards boys. Over the years, she developed a healthy amount of internalized misogyny and doesn't see herself as someone who gets along with other girls. When around them, she quickly picks out their flaws and writes them off as someone she doesn't enjoy, even if the reason is dumb. She's a tomboy, and easily gets along with boys. Though she considers herself 'one of the guys', most of the males she's friends with want to sleep with her. When it comes to close friends or relationships, Sage is easy to become jealous of her friends spend time with others. She's a selfish friend, and will usually manipulate the other to do the things she wants, even if it's at a low level. People fear her, and Sage uses it to her advantage. This in mind, she is insanely protective of her friends, and will kick ass if one of her people gets hurt in some way. Still, she's not very affectionate towards these folks, and doesn't show a great deal of empathy towards their problems. Impulsive, erratic, and lacking innocence, Sage's life is often filled with ups and downs. One day will be good and funny, and the next an irritable, monstrous trainwreck. With her lack of schooling, Sage lacks book smarts, though her street smarts are as on point as possible. Filled with inner turmoil, spending time with Sage is a bumpy ride.                                                                                                                                    [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: Father: unknown, Mother: Sarah Bellamy (deceased), Half sister: Skylar Bellamy (21) [attr="class","appcon"]History: Battered and beaten, Sarah Bellamy's life was saturated with distress. In the summer of 1997, she got to share this misery with a child whose father was unknown, and certainly nowhere to be found. The child, whom she named Sage, was more of a hinderance than a joy. At this point, her mother was living in the slums of the Bronx, earning her money in the most questionable of ways. With no access to a safe exit strategy, Sarah decided to give birth to her first child, drinking, smoking, and ingesting drugs all the while.  In some way or another, the authorities became aware of Sarah Bellamy's state, and she was taken to jail, sending her child to be a prisoner of the foster care system at the age of three. Not unlike other kids in her situation, Sage grew to be quite a troublemaker, due to trauma and chemical imbalances. Life was hectic, scary, and utterly dissatisfying. As she aged into elementary school, she withheld many forms of abuse from foster siblings and parents alike. Come age eleven, things became more complicated when her powers began to manifest. Sage was a trainwreck, constantly breaking things, hurting herself, and those around her unintentionally. Unable to control her gift, she began to grow enraged. Previously, she had settled at a home for a year or so, and was then relocated when the parents became scared and confused by her gift. At age thirteen, Sage still had yet to control her gift. Foster parents could only think to trap her in her room and not allow her to see the light of day, and she was quickly alienated by the world. She wasn't getting an education at this point, as her government parents were just trying to sweep her and her issues under the rug. However one day, whilst inflicted with rage, angst, and general hatred, Sage broke free from the house and decided to run away on her own. On the streets of Queens now, the girl was quickly snatched up by a gifted whom had the ability to track down others with mana. Unfortunately, this man wasn't employed by the gifted government, and instead by an underground group of nongifted scientists whom captured gifteds for experimentation. Organizations like this popped up every now and again of course, but were quickly tracked down by the gifted government and shut down. Sage did spend two years in this facility however, and underwent indescribable torment.  At this time, she was sent to a gifted academy- not Phoenix, but one fairly similar- to have a home, and a place to learn to control her power. And whilst Sage did learn to somewhat control her super strength and speed, she didn't find herself enjoying school. She experienced PTSD from her experiences, and did not care for the academy, as it felt like just another foster home. At age eighteen, she fled. Two months later, the realms collapsed. At this point, with no money or way of life, Sage returned to the Bronx, made a few friends, and managed to set up a home and lay low. For the next five years, she began trying to find ways to make money. Whilst prostitution wasn't an option in her eyes, Sage searched for other opportunities. After winning a random scuffle with some guy outside of her apartment building, an onlooker slipped her a flyer informing her of a warehouse that hosted gifted tournaments. From then on, Sage invested herself in fighting, and winning.                                                                                                          [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] For a second, it felt as though time had stopped. Sage came out of her body and looked down on the scene below: she was at the peak of her leap into the air, feet a yard off of the ground, fiery eyes locked on her opponent. It had been a long, hard fight so far. The two were evenly matched, as their gifts were almost the same. This man- bulky, meaty, and gruff, had nearly taken her down on several occasions. Thanks to her speed, Sage was able to slip through his fingers. And now, after scuffling for so long, Sage had him right where she wanted him.  Zoomed out, they were in a large warehouse. Lining the walls were massive LED lamps that shed light through the entire building. On a lazily build, elevated platform was Sage and her opponent, and surrounding them were a couple hundred people in bleachers. It was a cramped space, dark and sweaty, but for some, this was home. People were there to bet, or just for entertainment in these dark times. Sometimes friends were there to cheer, and sometimes trainers were there to observe. And occasionally, people from bigger organizations, working towards bigger things in this life, were there to observe. To find someone for their cause. The nastiest of the nasty fought in these dog fights. They either had no other way to earn their keep, or they were there because they wanted to be. Because fighting gave them life. At that point, Sage didn't know which one she was. She thought she was the former, but the lines were becoming blurred.     And then everything returned to real time. Sage slammed back into her own body, and then slammed into his, fists first. Blood spattered in her face, and audience members cheered at her fatal blow. Now that her opponent was disabled for the next few seconds, Sage was able to take her hold on him. And then the facilitator, along with the crowd counted to three. And it was over. And though she was bruised and battered, nothing hurt, there was only adrenaline and relief.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]