personality
TRAITS
โ โขโ aloof, reserved, bitchy, often mistaken for a snob (he's just French), observant, blunt honesty, charming when he wants to be, possessive/jealous (a newer development), cryptic, secretly generous (he'll never admit it), brooding, cynical, proud (hates pity), magnetic, teasingly cruel, sarcastic, a little self-destructive, pessimistic realist, restless
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beneath the faรงade:
โฌฆ starving for affection and stability
โฌฆ needy and touch-hungry
โฌฆ romantic in a melancholy way - he falls hard but love is terrifying
โฌฆ deep fear of abandonment
โฌฆ fiercely loyal
โฌฆ tender
โฌฆ he's still a sarcastic, teasing little shit, but he loses that scathing edge
LOVES
โ โขโ the way piano keys feel under his fingers, cigarettes, late rainy nights, whiskey, keys & trinkets, the silence that follows after applause, soft touch, sweets, the smell of aftershave, sharp tailoring, French lullabies, expensive gloves
HATES
โ โขโ cheap liquor, authority figures, bright mornings (especially after a night of drinking), anyone touching his piano without asking, being compared to his brother, pity, overly cheerful people, women's flirtations, losing control
appearance
HAIR
โ โขโ jet black, straight as a pin, typically neatly styled but lets a few strands fall in his face
EYES
โ โขโ light grey; deep-set almond shape. he got his eyes from his late father
PHYSIQUE
โ โขโ ectomorph with some mesomorph qualities. lean, wiry muscle; narrow waist; slim but squared shouldersโ elegant and toned rather than fragile
FEATURES
โ โขโ long, slender fingers; beauty marks (on his neck below his right ear, the left side of his lower back right above his derriere, left hip bone, back of his right hand); high cheekbones; defined collarbones; pale skin
WARDROBE
โ โขโ crisp dress shirts in white, cream, black, sometimes burgundy if he's feeling spicy with the sleeves rolled up - the top two buttons always end up undone by the end of the night || fitted vests, double-breasted or five-button. charcoal, black, deep jewel tones depending on what else he's wearing || high-waisted, slim trousers. dark colors - charcoal, black, deep brown, sometimes navy || slim, double breasted suit jackets left unbuttoned more often than not whenever he does wear them. he owns 2 at the most and hardly ever wears them || long wool trench coat in winter, keeps the collar turned up || polished oxfords or lace-up ankle boots || ties & cravats: narrow silk ties in black, or solid colored cravats. they never last long before they're hanging undone around the back of his neck || jewelry: a slim silver ring or two, a pocket watch with a silver watch chain draped across the front of his vest, cufflinks that don't always match || suspenders: regular, sock garters, sleeve garters - all black || hats: either wears a newsboy cap/flat cap or nothing at all. never wears them indoors
background
Bellamy Delacroix had been born beneath grey skies.
Le Havre was a city of fog and departure, a place where ships came and went and nothing stayed. As a boy he would press his forehead against the salt-streaked window of his family's house and watch the masts disappear into the horizon, convinced the world was built only to leave him behind.
At fourteen, America stole life as he knew it away. His father,
รtienne, uprooted his family in search of steadier work across the Atlantic. Bellamy had no choice but to follow. The voyage left him hollow, and New York was louder, dirtier, crueler than anything he had imagined. His brother,
Henri, learned English fast, cut his hair the way Americans did, and disappeared into assimilation. Bellamy did not. His accent clung like smoke, sharp and foreign, and he wore his heritage like armor against the American dream.
Then รtienne was killed on the docks - crushed beneath the very machines that had promised him a future. While his mother,
Marguerite, stitched dresses and scrubbed laundry to survive and Henri shouldered his new responsibility as man of the house with bitter pride, Bellamy...drifted. Cigarettes stolen from sailors, late nights at borrowed pianos. He became increasingly restless, resentful; already angry enough at the world to spit whenever someone told him he'd "adjust in time". He never did.
By the time he was twenty, determined to escape his brother's shadow, he had slipped north into Harlem, chasing the smoke and rhythm that spilled from speakeasies. It was there that he remade himself in sharp vests and loose ties, cigarette hanging from his lips as his long fingers prowled across the keys. Classical melodies warped by jazz riffs; chansons bent into blues. Patrons adored him despite his attitude, and by the time he turned 25, Bellamy had made a name for himself, becoming a prominent figure in the swanky clubs of the Prohibition Era.
miscellaneous
๊ฅโ hobbies include:
โฌฆ collecting - unique matchbooks, cufflinks,
keys (lost or abandoned, sometimes stolen. if they're hanging out of someone's unattended coat pocket, well...better him than a robber. no one knows why and he will never give a straight answer when asked about it)
โฌฆ whittling and carving
โฌฆ drawing - though they're usually just quick sketches, doodles on the corners or backs of his sheet music. faces of strangers, silhouettes, the owner of the
Velvet Hour (he keeps these ones)
โฌฆ writing - he keeps a journal, though he doesn't write in it daily. it's a disorganized mess of his thoughts, confessions, occasionally the beginnings of songs he'll never finish
โฌฆ people watching - he has a reputation for staring a little too long. most people find this unsettling, or flattering if they're drunk enough
โฌฆ
beating people at chess
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story
๊ฅโ moodboard WIP
๊ฅโ playlist WIP
ZODIAC
โ โขโ capricorn
DOM. HAND
โ โขโ left-handed
VICE
โ โขโ cynicism
ALIGNMENT
โ โข chaotic neutral
MBTI
โ โขโ INFJ-T
VIRTUE
โ โขโ loyalty
