Post by Neology on Apr 24, 2018 18:29:16 GMT -5
 Cristine Bellamy Full Name • Doctor Cristine Lisette Bellamy Nickname • Cris Race • Human Birthplace • Aldera, Alderaan Age • 35 Gender • Female Sexuality • Pansexual Faction • Republic Concept • Doctor - Specialist in Critical Care Medicine (CCM) [Rank 2] Languages • Basic, ? Assets • Doctor's bag, datapad, credit chit, personal holo, sketchbook. Appearance Face Claim • Emily Rudd Height & Weight • 5'6”, 128 lbs. Overall Looks • Despite standing at an average height, a moment's study of Dr. Bellamy may leave the observer thinking “petite” or “fragile.” Light in build, Cristine's profile gives the impression of fine angles and slight curves. Narrow shoulders and narrow hips give way to long limbs; small feet and deft, steady hands. Bright green eyes peer out of a pale face, framed between rather severe cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. A wide mouth lends itself to easy smiles, while the narrow jaw rounds to a graceful point at the chin. Dark hair fall down to just about her chin in textured layers. Dr. Bellamy prefers clothing that is loose and comfortable, in neutral colors if they can be had. She spares little regard for Galactic fashion and rarely avails herself of cosmetic assistance. Personality Profile Cristine is, in a word, focused – a trait that she displays even unto stubbornness. Her job has led her to be steady under stress and quick to take action. At odds with this, she is often uncomfortable in social situations, preferring to avoid them whenever possible. Her bedside manner tends to the awkward and evasive, though many of her patients are in no state to care. She genuinely wishes them the best possible service and recovery, but often fails at conveying it. She is especially bad with children, treating them more or less like tiny adults. Cris possesses a very sharp mind, driven by a deep and abiding curiosity. Literature, on any subject, is quickly devoured once she gets her hands on it. She is observant to physical cues and fairly oblivious to verbal ones. Incidentally, she is a terrible liar. Due to a sheltered childhood and a adult life of self-imposed social isolation, Cristine is a touch naive. Her idealism remains intact and she believes people are essentially good. She is tentatively hopeful about the future, in between slight bouts of anxiety. Background Father • Marius Bellamy Mother • Jianna Frayus Siblings • name, age, occupation (if applicable) Other Important Connections • Erran Foster. Ex-husband. 36, doctor [npc] Overall History • Part I The marriage of Marius Bellamy and Jianna Frayus came as a surprise to absolutely no one. In fact, the event had been happily anticipated by both families for most of the latter's life. Jianna, youngest of Lord Frayus's daughters and sixth in line for Head-of-House, would not inherit. Her parents wished to see her married well, and there was no better prospect than their vassel family of Bellamy's sole heir, Marius. Sure, the Bellamy fortune came from a rather inelegant source – the combined revenue of several large nerf ranches, a fact that was rather made up for in size. The boy, and his money, would suit. Whether the two fancied each other was an afterthought. As luck would have it, they did. Cristine was their youngest child, born at the end of the Alderaanian Summer at Aldera General. Mother and daughter were subjected to the usual battery of tests – Cristine's Force sensitivity soon became apparent in her blood work. The evening before they were scheduled to return home, a polite young woman in brown robes approached Marius and Jianna. In gentle tones, the Jedi explained that their daughter was special, that she might someday do great things for the Galaxy as a Jedi Knight – if only they were strong enough to give her up for training. The Bellamys refused. Part II The family home was a large, picturesque ranch house in the hills with a gorgeous view of the valley below. Cristine shared the run of the place with her elder brothers, twins Martin and Andrew, more or less as soon as she could walk. The Bellamy's protocol droid, sometime babysitter, struggled to keep up. Though Jianna was often distant, working on her books (poetry that drew on and echoed the beauty of nature,) Cris thrived at home. She was often her father's shadow, touring the ranch from the back seat of his speeder or playing in his office. Cristine was a serious, thoughtful child, and Marius indulged her many questions fondly, hoping to instill a interest in the family business. He succeeded, to some degree. Of particular fascination to Cris were occasional visits to the ranch with T'Rani Lapor, a veterinarian in her father's employ. Though Lapor had little patience for children, everything she did was magic in Cristine's eyes. For years, she wanted to do that when she grew up, though she imagined more traditional patients then two thousand-pound steers. More than one stuff animal paid the ultimate price, dissected in the name of science. Part III School was difficult at first. Under socialized and somewhat ahead of the curriculum, Cristine quickly gained a reputation as that quiet kid, happiest with her nose in a book. She wasn't bullied, not really, but she wasn't invited to very many birthday parties either. It got easier as she got older. Making friends was, if not something that came naturally, not such a daunting task. Two years later, one of her teachers suggested moving Cris up a grade. It was like starting all over again. Her test scores dipped briefly before returning to their previous highs, but she lost contact with her friends – we just don't talk anymore. By age thirteen, ready to start at a prestigious boarding school (which her brothers also attended, one grade higher,) she had largely given up, focusing entirely on her studies and a couple hobbies (drawing, reading anything she could get her hands on.) When she went home that first summer, something changed. Watching T'Rani euthanize an injured nerf, the casualness of the act struck her. Medicine was still so, so worth it, but as she watched sedated animal slowly become dead animal, Cris wanted more options. Part IV Three years later, Cristine graduated at the top of her class. That autumn she would study at the University of Alderaan – a decision that pleased her parents immensely. After all, Aldera was only a short suborbital flight from home. To celebrate the occasion, her father bought her a very impractical speeder in fire-red. She livid off campus in a small rented apartment, enamored with the idea of living alone. The novelty wore of once certain realities set in - cooking for herself, laundry, cleaning, the disappearance of much of her free time. After that first semester, she enrolled herself in a summer cooking class, applying to it the same laser-focus that she employed in all her other courses. The other problems were improved only with practice. She was at the University of Alderaan for eight years. Four in general education, four in the University's intense medical program. It was a filter that colored everything else in her life, an immovable object that held everything else at arm's length. It was during this period that her parents became separated, citing personal differences. Jianna moved to the city, visiting her daughter for dinner at least once a month. Martin went on to study law on Coruscant, while Andrew dropped out after only single year to work on the ranch with their father. Her personal life remained, more or less, in a state of neglect. When not studying, she would paint, going on to produce several covers for her mother's books. At twenty-six, Cristine graduated in the top 3% of her class went straight on to a residency program at Aldera Universal Medcenter (AUM.) Part V She met her husband there, Erran Foster. He was several years older, a surgery resident. Not handsome in any traditional sense, but focused, charismatic. Cristine was flattered by his attention and shared his idealism. Late night talks in the on-call room became something more. It was comfortable, for a while. Not a whirlwind romance, but something more subtle than that. Erran fit into her life like a piece she'd never known she'd been missing. They were married a year and a half later, in front of the big white ranch house she'd grown up in. They spent their honeymoon in Belleau-a-Lir. At the end of his residency, Erran accepted a job with a wide ranging Republic charity, disaster relief with public speaking on the side. Cristine tried to support his decision, knowing it meant he'd be away from home for weeks or even months at a time. In another year, maybe she could go with him. Or, that's what she kept telling herself. Six months with a paramedic unit, returning home to an empty apartment … It was exhausting, emotionally draining. She stopped painting, hardly ate or slept. But that was the last step. Three weeks of shopping around, arranging referrals, and holocom interviews, and she was able to accept a position Juranno's largest medcenter, working out of the ICU. Part VI Erran's visits home became more and more infrequent – she had never forgiven him for leaving her alone and maybe he know that. Cristine threw herself into the job, working long shifts to keep her mind and her hands busy. Her coworkers came to regard her as cold but effective. She was thirty-three when the call came, the one that every child expects someday. Her mother's face tight, brittle: “Honey, your father's been in an accident.” Andrew had found him, too late. Kicked by one of the steers. Cris took the first shuttle home, arranging for time off work during the flight. It was strange, uncomfortable even, to see her family all gathered in one place. Her brothers and their wives, her mother all in black despite years of estrangement. Various Frayus relatives and family employees whose names she could not place. The service was brief. Marius Bellamy left his children equal shares of the ranch, a fact that set her brothers to fighting. Dissolving the rest of their father's effects would take time, a task that Cristine set herself to in the following days. She came to two important realizations: one, that she wanted a divorce, and two, that she did not want to go back to Juranno. It was easier after that, once the decision was made. She sold her shares and contacted a lawyer to set things in motion. Her final correspondence with Erran was short and somber. He'd known it was time to end things, too. A month later she found herself on a ship to the outer rim, all of her worldly possessions either in storage or in the dufflebag by her feet. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel tied down. It was a little bit terrifying. |
