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OOC Information

Name: Bella
Age: 19
Email: saltyaria@gmail.com
AIM/YIM/MSN etc.: (aim) envies envy (msn) oh.so.squeamish@hotmail.com
Time Zone: Central/Eastern
RP Experience: Couple years of serious stuff now.
Where Did You Hear About Us?: Hi, been here for awhile! :D

Character Journal: sexonastick
PB: Amy Adams
How well do you know the character's source material?: I’ve watched and rewatched True Blood so many times in the past few months, it is literally unhealthy. D: (Oh, and I just bought the first book in the Sookie Stackhouse series, which is what the TV show is based on, so we'll see how that goes... :D )
What objects will your character have from their world? Jason’s Honesty Ring from the leadership conference and his beloved pick-up truck.

Character Information

Name: Lucy Marie Honeycutt. No, Hooker! Sorry. I keep forgetting I’m married. Not that I forget all the time, just sometimes, like when I have to write my name – my old name comes out accidentally all the time, it’s such a pain. I’m just so used to it that I can’t help it! But I love my husband. Really. He's not the reason I forget, I'm just a ditz sometimes.
Reincarnation: Jason Stackhouse, from True Blood? He’s the dumb one who likes sex.
Age/Birthday: April 13, 1981. I’m almost 29! God, that’s old.
Sexuality: Straight. So very straight. I mean, I’m married, and I have a four-year-old son. I’m straight! But… well, this is a little embarrassing to admit, but ever since Jason’s come along, I’ve sort of… caught myself looking at girls and thinking about what they would be like in, um. In bed. Is that normal? You know, in these sorts of situations? I hope so. I just don’t want this to be a thing, you know? I don’t want my husband to think that I like girls, or worse, that I prefer girls to him. Because I don’t, and I never will. I did marry him for a reason.
Occupation: I’m a ballerina. Well, former ballerina. I had to quit when I was pregnant with Tommy, but afterwards my husband – he’s so sweet, he knew how much I missed dancing, so he bought me my own studio a few months after our son was born. I’ve been teaching ballet to young girls (and the occasional boy) ever since. I love it so much – much more than my prima ballerina days. The girls are so adorable, and watching them perform is unbelievably rewarding, both for me and for their parents. I couldn’t ask for a better job – though I suppose I could ask for one that didn’t require me to hire a nanny for Tommy, but no matter. I’d take him with me to class, but he just gets so fidgety, and unfortunately, he inherited his father’s dancing skills (or lack thereof), not mine.
Usual Clothing: Oh, god, so fashionable that it hurts! Ben’s scolded me more than once for spending too much money on clothes, but I can’t help it – now that I can afford it, I love to buy designer. I always look put together and age appropriate, and I never buy anything that could embarrass me or my family. I wear a lot of dresses, blouses, and skirts in the spring and summer, and in the winter I stick to cashmere sweaters and tailored trousers. I hardly ever wear the same outfit more than once, unless it’s one that Ben likes – I try to wear those as often as possible when he’s home. Oh, and shoes! Don’t even get me started on shoes. I have too many, and I love them all. I have at least two pairs for every occasion, and sometimes I wear a different pair every time I go out, just for variety. It's obvious that I tend to indulge myself when it comes to my clothes, but what can I say? I like to look nice!
Appearance: I’m your typical redhead – green eyes, pale skin, freckles everywhere… It’s something that I’ve always liked about myself, because you don’t really find that many redheaded ballerinas. I don’t know why, but you don’t. My height is average, about 5’4”, and I’m a lot curvier than I used to be, which I blame on my son, my husband’s money, and the fact that there’s no longer any pressure on me to stay rail thin all the time. I don’t have any tattoos or scars; my parents were too conservative and overprotective of me for either of those to happen. The absolute last they ever wanted was for their only daughter to get a tramp stamp, and I happened to agree with them on that, at least.

Abilities/Talents: Well, obviously, I’m a talented dancer. I’ve always had a natural aptitude for dance, which my mom discovered when I was four. She put me in all kinds of dance classes to see which one I’d be best at, and that, of course, turned out to be ballet. Still, a little variety never hurt anyone – over the years, I’ve learned how to do tap, swing, ballroom, and a little bit of hip-hop. I always end up going back to ballet, though. It’s always been, and always will be, my favorite style of dance.

Other than that, I’m… not really that special. I was never all that good in school, just good enough to get by, though I got a little better when I pushed myself so I could get into Julliard. I’m a decent cook, but I can’t clean for the life of me, for many reasons, most of which are… well, superficial, to be honest! I just don't like cleaning, especially big nasty messes. I hire people for that. On the other hand, though, I’m a great organizer, which helps a lot when it comes to my business and arranging classes, performances, and the like. I try to be the best wife and mother that I can possibly be, and so far I think I’ve been doing pretty well. I can’t say that I’ve gotten much from Jason – all he was good at was football, picking up women, and making stupid decisions, none of which help me any. In fact, I think I can honestly say that he's been more of an inconvenience than anything else. When it comes right down to it, we're not really a good match.
Allegiance: Allegiance? Well, none, as far as I know. [OOC: Sort of distantly aligned with Camelot, because of her husband, but she doesn’t know that yet, heh.]

Personality: If you ever meet me, the first thing you’ll notice about me is my smile. I’m always smiling, or at the very least I’m always in a good mood. I’m a very optimistic person (on the surface, anyway), and I’m very much a people pleaser, so even if I’m not in the best of moods, I’ll do my best to make sure that everyone else is. So in a way I guess you could say that I’m a little superficial. I do try to keep my less-than-pleasant thoughts to myself, because really, they’re not anybody else’s business, and I wouldn’t want to bother anybody with them anyway. But I’m rambling. So. Moving on.

Let’s see. I was raised to be sweet, loyal, and open-minded at all times, and I guess I still am, if just out of habit more than anything else. I don’t like conflict, and I’ll do whatever it takes to avoid it – similarly, I’m not competitive. At all. Which was a big problem when I was in college, but I’ll get to that later. I’m also very trusting, maybe too trusting, actually, because my unquestioning nature can sometimes veer into gullible territory. I expect people to tell me the truth because I personally don’t see the point of lying, and I can’t comprehend why you would lie to someone in the first place. It’s just… not nice. And it’s never worth it.

Oh, but I’m happy to say that there is much more to my personality than there is to Jason’s, though I’d be lying if I said we didn’t have a few things in common. With Jason, what you see is pretty much what you get – there’s not much to him, and his behavior is really predictable. He’s a lot more sure of himself than I’ve ever been, but that’s mostly because he doesn’t question anything – he just goes with the flow, which usually means that everything sneaks up on him. He doesn’t try to be perfect because he thinks he is perfect, whereas I’ve always had to try. I know I sound like I'm very poised and confident, and I suppose I am now, but it's taken me awhile to get like that. I went through some serious rough patches where my self-esteem was less than zero, but that's all in the past now. I'm right where I want to be right now, and I don't plan on changing that any time soon.

... God, how did this section get so doom and gloom? Ugh. This is why I don’t like talking about myself like this, because I never come off this… deep. Which I guess is one of the things Jason and I have in common. We’re really not that deep.

Home(s) and Location: I grew up in Lakeview East, Chicago, but I've lived in New York City for about ten years now.

Family: My family starts with my mother and father, Alice and Malcolm Honeycutt. My dad comes from an old banking family, so I grew up comfortably, though we weren’t rich, so to speak. My parents were wealthy enough to send us to a Catholic private school, but poor enough that I had to lobby for a ton of scholarships in order to pay for Julliard. The Honeycutts walk the fine line of being upper middle class. Like most things, it had its advantages and disadvantages, but we all made it out okay, I think.

Anyway, I’m the fourth of five children. I have three older brothers (Frank, Beau, and Andrew) and one younger sister (Melaina, but we call her Lanie). Both Frank and Beau (who are twins, by the way) work for my dad – they each run their own bank, and they’re getting ready to take over since Dad’s about ready to retire. They’re also both married, but Beau and his wife Mia are currently getting divorced and fighting over custody of their daughter, Ella. From what I’ve heard from Lanie, it’s a huge mess, and I’m trying to stay out of it. I always liked Mia – I like her a lot more than Frank’s wife Lindsay, that’s for sure – but she and Beau always did have their problems. I just feel terrible for Ella. She’s only six, she shouldn’t have to go through something like this at so young an age.

My other brother, Andrew, is my least favorite out of all my siblings. He’s got one of those complexes, you know, where he always feels like his siblings are overshadowing him because he’s the middle child? He’s a complete stereotype, and he lives it up to the fullest. He’s also the fuck-up of our family, if you’ll pardon my language. He’s been to jail for drugs a few times, and he has two or three kids by a few different women, none of which he helps care for at all. He’s the complete opposite of me in every possible way, and honestly, I can’t remember the last time I spoke to him. He’s also a complete scumbag who can’t tell his sister from his girlfriend while he’s drunk, but I’m definitely not going into that.

On the complete opposite hand, I’m really close to my sister Lanie. We talk on the phone all the time, and since she’s a sophomore at Cornell, she usually stays with us during her breaks, since that’s much cheaper than flying back to Chicago. She’s great with Tommy, and I love her to bits, and I’d do anything for her, especially now that… well, now that she’s come out of the closet. She hasn’t told anybody in our family but me, and I can understand why. Our parents say they support gays and lesbians, but they’re just being politically correct. I wouldn’t be surprised if they disowned Lanie once she tells them. I love my family (mostly), but they’re hypocrites, plain and simple.

Oh, and in case you didn’t catch it the thousand times I mentioned it – yes, I’m married, and yes, I have a son. And that, in a very large nutshell, is my family for you.

History: I wish I could say I’ve had an easy life, but seriously – if anybody tells you that, they’re lying to you. On the surface, yes, I had it easy. My parents loved me, had enough money to take care of me and my four siblings, and I hardly ever wanted for anything. Under the surface, though, things were never that simple. My parents very much wanted all five of their children to be perfect, and they drove us all pretty hard depending on our talents (or lack thereof, in Andrew’s case). My mother seemed to take a particular interest in me, though, and she spent a lot of her time and energy in making sure that I was the best ballerina in the Chicago area – or, at least, the closest to best I could possibly get.

Obviously, that put a lot of pressure on me growing up, and it just built and built until I nearly snapped my junior year of high school. That year was… not a good year for me. A couple things happened to me that culminated in a year of therapy before I got back on my feet. The first one I’m not going to talk about. The second one was when my sister found out I was anorexic. I had been for awhile – the ballet world is hugely competitive, and I didn’t know how else to deal with it – but by the time I graduated and was accepted into Julliard, I wasn’t anymore. It was rough, but I got through it, thanks to the promise of getting away to New York. I love my family, but I just needed a change, and honestly, New York was the best thing that ever happened to me. If I hadn’t moved there and stayed there, I never would’ve gotten all the things that are most important to me in my life now, and… well, I just don’t even want to think about that.

Anyway. Julliard. Even though it was a tough four years, I’ve never had more fun in my life. It was amazing living and studying with people who shared my same interests, and surprisingly, they were all pretty low-key about it. There was still a lot of pressure, but it was nothing compared the pressure I’d felt from my family, and because of that, I was able to succeed on my own terms. I was one of the best ballerinas in my class, and when I graduated, I was immediately tapped to join the New York City Ballet. About a year after that, I was given a huge honor: the chance to play Cinderella in the eponymous ballet by Prokofiev. That role literally changed my life forever, because that role led me to meet Benjamin Hooker, my husband.

I’d go into how we met, fell in love, and got married, but it’s actually a really long, complicated story, one that I don’t really want to get into right now. Suffice to say that I caught his eye, and he caught mine, and the rest is pretty much history. He actually went way out of his way to court me, and it does make a really good story – almost like a fairy tale, actually, but I think he’d divorce me if I called him my Prince Charming. That’s way too corny, even for us.

To be a little more specific, though, we got married on May 4th, 2005, just after I turned 24. Ben is a lot older than me, but not old enough that he comes off like a creeper or anything, and besides, that sort of thing has never bothered me. So we weren’t born in the same decade – why would we ever take that into account when deciding how much we love each other? And that fact became especially irrelevant when our son Tommy was born that next March. Since then, things have been perfect. Well. Almost perfect. Ben goes away on business a lot, which is hard on Tommy and me, and then there’s this whole reincarnate thing. It’s bad enough that I got Jason while Ben was away, but he’s been gone this whole time – all two months. It’s been… really, really hard. On the one hand, I want to talk to him about it, but on the other, I don’t want him to think I’m crazy and leave me over some stupid hillbilly who just happens to be in my head. It’s not like Jason’s dangerous or anything. The complete opposite, in fact. He’s too stupid to do any real harm, but how am I supposed to explain that without coming off like a loony toon? I really don't know, and frankly, I don't give a damn. I just want Ben to come back. That's all.

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