Beauté & sa Bête
 Fae's Bar and Diner -) La bibliothèque 16h00.
Elle écoutait très attentivement la conversation qui se tenait entre Philip et Jessamine. S'emparant de sa tasse de goudron mal sucrée, Beauty continua à voler des regards vers le prince déchue et le dîner qui allaitait. C'est à son dernier commentaire qu'elle a vraiment attiré son attention. Dorothy, morte et partie? Comme ça? Elle a assoupli la tasse froide sur la table et a pris un souffle fragile. Peut-être que quelqu'un était vraiment après eux. Ils en apprendraient davantage lors de la réunion. Ce n'était pas la première fois qu'un des leurs avait disparu; sûrement les dirigeants de cet endroit abandonné savaient quelque chose maintenant?
Adam la regarda et se pencha contre son siège. Il a juré qu'il pouvait voir les roues tourner dans sa tête, les lignes de froncement se développer dans les coins de sa bouche. Est-ce que Beauty s'inquiétait? Ce n'était pas une émotion qu'il avait l'habitude de voir sur sa mariée. Éclairant sa gorge pour attirer son attention vers lui, il a forcé un petit sourire de sympathie. Il avait également entendu le commentaire de Phillip. "Elle n'est pas morte, Beauty. Je viens d'être prise. Lancelot ou Merlin la trouvera. Peut-être que nous sommes tous en train de disparaître chez nous?"
Blinking, elle s'est levée un sourcil et l'a regardé. Elle a incliné la tête et scruté le nez, le regardant. "Tu es vraiment un idiot, n'est-ce pas? Bien sûr qu'elle est morte. Ils sont tous morts. Et vous êtes probablement le prochain. Pitié." Elle secoua la tête et se leva rapidement aux pieds. "Couvrez le projet de loi, ma chère? Je dois aller chercher des papiers au travail. On se voit à la réunion." Avec un sourire rapide, elle se pencha et lui donna un léger baiser sur la joue alors qu'elle se déplaçait, prenant la voiture avec elle.
Il resserra les yeux sur sa tasse, sa poitrine se mit à s'élever alors qu'il sentit son tempérament s'élever. C'est une maudite femme. Secouant la tête, il a pris quelques billets de sa poche arrière et les a jetés sur la table avant de se dépêcher.
 À quatre heures précises, Beauty s'est jeté dans la bibliothèque. Elle n'a pas mis longtemps à se rendre compte qu'elle était l'une des rares personnes qui étaient en fait à temps pour cette chose. Les gens manquaient sérieusement de discipline dans cette ville. Elle a trouvé un siège vers l'avant et a soigneusement sauvé un siège pour son mari. Après tout, quel genre de femme serait-elle pour faire tenir son mari dans le dos? Elle n'a pas eu longtemps pour savoir quand Adam est venu marcher à travers la porte quelques instants plus tard.
Il savait qu'il était sale. Travailler dans le secteur de la construction t'a fait ça. Cependant, il n'a guère eu le temps de s'arrêter à l'appartement et de changer. Il savait qu'il n'entendrait pas la fin s'il venait tard. Ça embarrasserait sa femme ponctuelle. Glissant sur le siège à côté d'elle avec des bottes boueuses et une chemise boueuse, il s'est plié les bras sur la poitrine et a attendu. Bientôt Lucy est arrivée à la réunion et a rapidement atteint le point à portée de main. Il a caché un rouleau d'œil au son de Beauty qui sifflait à côté de lui.
"Vous voyez? Ils ne rentrent pas chez eux », murmura-t-elle sous son souffle. Se redressant dans sa chaise, elle a pris un souffle et était sur le point d'offrir une suggestion quand deux voix ont brisé le silence. Elle a levé un sourcil et a regardé par-dessus son épaule à la fille. Qu'elle est impolie d'interroger une personne au pouvoir. Mais c'est l'homme qui l'a intriguée. La beauté l'a regardé, gagnant un coup d'épaule d'Adam.
"Le regard est impoli, tu sais." La beauté s'est rapidement plissée sur un petit sourire et a affronté le devant une fois de plus. Elle a lâché la gorge et a lissé sa robe, essayant d'éviter que l'ennui ne se manifeste dans sa voix alors qu'elle parlait. "Bien sûr qu'elle n'est pas morte. Qui voudrait tuer Dorothy, douce et innocente?" 
Ariel
 Fae's Bar and Diner -) La bibliothèque 16h15
Ariel était sur le point de répondre au commentaire des bulles quand l'expression de son amie a vite attristé. La réalisation de Dorothy ayant disparu l'a finalement frappée. Avec un petit clin d'œil de sa tête, ses mains se serrent légèrement sur la tasse de cacao chaud. Elle s'est brouillée le nez alors qu'elle continuait à regarder la fille. Elle n'aimait pas quand ses amis étaient contrariés. Sa main gauche a libéré la tasse et elle était sur le point d'atteindre pour réconforter la fille quand un sourire a remplacé la fronce. En montant un front, elle a donné un petit sourire à elle-même. "Tout va s'arranger, Rapunzel. Je suis sûr qu'elle vient de partir. Elle aurait pu laisser les chaussures derrière elle. Ils n'avaient pas l'air si à l'aise. Peut-être qu'elle est allée quelque part sans ce temps? Ça aurait du sens. Je suis sûr que c'est tout."
Elle clignait alors que la fille approchait de son nez, sa main s'éloignant avec la crème fouettée se cachant dessus. Ariel n'a pas pu s'empêcher de rire car elle a rapidement fini le reste de sa boisson chaude. Ses mots suivants lui rappelaient la conversation qu'elle avait eue avec Lucy. Ses yeux s'élargissent. "Oh, ça! Oui, c'est ça. Oui. Il y a une réunion aujourd'hui à la bibliothèque à quatre heures. Désolé, j'ai complètement oublié ça." La jeune rouquine a sorti un billet de banque et l'a placé sur le comptoir, son sourire s'éclaircissant. "Vous, y aller d'abord? Est-ce que tu t'es cogné la tête à l'extérieur aussi?" Avec un petit rire et une vague, elle partit pour une journée à l'aquarium. 
Bien sûr, elle était en retard à la réunion. Elle a fini par s'amuser avec ses amis dauphins. Ça lui a fait tellement manquer la maison. Il était une fois qu'elle était capable de communiquer avec les créatures; allait certainement rendre son travail beaucoup plus facile maintenant. Mais, cet endroit était une maison temporaire et elle était confiante que son père et ses sœurs, sans parler de tous ses amis, l'attendraient quand elle rentrerait enfin chez elle.
En se dépêchant dans le hall, elle a failli tomber sur l'homme qui se tenait à l'arrière. Ses yeux s'élargissaient légèrement et elle sourit, un rougissement se répandant rapidement sur ses joues. "Désolé! Je suis désolée. C'est ça. Bonjour. Je suis... Notant Rapunzel, elle a donné un autre petit rire dans l'embarras avant de se diriger vers la chaise vide à côté d'elle. Ariel avait évidemment raté quelque chose. La tension dans la pièce était épaisse. En montant un front, elle s'est déplacée dans sa chaise et a levé la main. "Bonjour. C'est ça. On ne peut pas juste demander à ce Merlin de nous aider? N'est-il pas un magicien? Il pourrait aider à trouver Dorothy et les autres."
"But behind that fair facade/I'm afraid she's rather odd/Very different from the rest of us/She's nothing like the rest of us."


 •  N A M E 
Beauty
 •  S T O R Y 
Beauty and the Beast
 •  B I R T H P L A C E 
Bellegarde
 •  M A G I C 
None.
 •  A G E 
25
 •  R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S 
Beauty thrives on attention. It doesn't matter who gives it to her.

 •  A T T I R E 
Having been born to a lifestyle of jewels and extravagant gowns, Beauty loves to indulge in the finer things in life. When that lifestyle was abruptly taken away from her family, she sought out the Beast to gain it back. She only wore the best gowns, the brightest and boldest jewels; she had an endless supply to the best things life could offer. Now, she still only wears designer clothing. Even if she has to bid her pet to get them for her.
As she uses her body to get what she wants, she makes sure to wear certain attire that accentuates her hourglass figure. The tightest jeans, mini skirts, low riding tops; anything to catch a glance.


 •  H E R O ' S N A T U R E 
This little Beauty is no belle of the ball. She is nasty, spiteful, and an all around mean girl. Beauty will do whatever and whomever to get what she wants. She doesn't take no for an answer and loves to pick fights. She is known in her tales as being pure of heart: people can be so easily manipulated. All it seems to take is her name and a simple smile for people to automatically warm up to her. After all, she's the trusty heroine who tamed a frightful beast.

 •  R E N O W N E D S K I L L S 
The one thing Beauty is known for, and still rings true, is her intelligence. She spent many of her childhood days reading, learning, exploring. Anything she could get into and study was free game for her. Now, she has also learned that almost anyone will do anything for a kind face, which she always uses to her advantage.
 •  F A T A L F L A W 
Beauty can get seriously too involved in her own head and become volatile if things do not go her way. She is extremely stubborn and always has to have the last word in an argument. Because of this temper and her manipulations, she has begun to believe that she is untouchable. That she can do anything and never suffer the consequences.

 •  O N C E U P O N A T I M E 
Being the daughter of a wealthy merchant, she never wanted for anything. However, her three older brothers and two older sisters always stole the limelight from her. She was seen as the baby, the nuisance. The nobody. Everyone ignored her, including her own beloved father. Since their mother had died during childbirth with Beauty, she was also blamed for her death.
It wasn't until more trade became coming through Bellegarde that things began to turn around for Beauty. Her father had hosted an extravagant gala to boast his newly acquired riches. Men started hovering around the young ten year old, proclaiming her wondrous beauty. She learned she could get these men to do her bidding as long as she fed them some attention. They adored the sweet, mild-spoken child and praised her kindness to any who could hear them. The men didn't know it was all an act.
Due to the years of torture and slavery bestowed upon her by her siblings, Beauty had grown spiteful and vengeful. She swore she would take the first opportunity that arose to be rid of them. And it so happened, the very trade that continued throughout her hometown was devastated by several losses at sea. Beauty's father had been on one of those cargo ships and was presumed dead. However, he had stumbled upon a palace and was welcomed by a mysterious host. Upon leaving, he noticed a garden of the most red of roses. The beauty and innocence of the flower reminded him of his youngest child. And so his fate was sealed, as well as Beauty's, when he decided to pluck just one for a token. The mysterious host happened to be a ferocious beast who demanded payment for ruining his garden. Beauty's father was quick to offer up one of his children.
And so it was that Beauty ended up with her Beast. He was kind to her and she had no shortage of the most exquisite of luxuries. But this Beast wanted love. The very love that could turn him back into a handsome prince. Beauty wasn't interested.
Upon finding the library, she found a spell book that spoke of such a curse that had been placed upon the prince. It spoke of the alternate outcome should he not find someone to love him. It would be pretty and joyous to think that Beauty was able to tame her precious beast and they would live happily ever after. Instead, she allowed the final petal to fall. She accused the Beast that he didn't truly love her as much as he said he did. Beauty convinced him that she loved him with everything she had, that he was the only one for her. And so she fed off of his disappointment. She had him wrapped around her thumb as he desperately tried to prove his affection for her.
News spread throughout the Beast's kingdom that he had managed to make his wedding vows with Beauty before he succumbed to his curse. Not only did Beauty finally have everything she could want, but she was now officially a princess. She ruled the kingdom into the ground, making their people believe it was still part of the evil witch's curse. People feared the castle and yet they adored their sweet, stricken princess.
Until the Cataclysm destroyed everything. Her castle, the servants, everything was ripped from her. The only thing that seemed to protect Beauty from any harm was her pet. She had lost everything, which started to poke at her spiteful nature. She wanted it back. And she wanted it now.
 •  A N E W C H A P T E R 
It wasn't long before a funny looking man offered to take her and beast away to a land far from this sullen mess. Beauty greed-fully accepted. Once they arrived, her eyes took in everything this Earth had to offer them. But, then, something strange happened to her beast as well. He was transformed into a man. This caused Beauty to panic as she didn't want him blabbing all her secrets. Thankfully he seems to remain under her control, ready to do her bidding. Beauty was ready for this Earth. She was going to make it her bitch.




"She warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within..."


 •  N A M E 
Beast. Or Adam, as he prefers.
 •  S T O R Y 
Beauty and the Beast
 •  B I R T H P L A C E 
Bellegarde
 •  M A G I C 
None, but has one hell of a temper. Oh, and he's been brainwashed by Beauty.
 •  A G E 
29
 •  R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S 
He thought he had found his happily ever after. Then realized that his long lost Beauty was nothing short of a wench. Alas, he has given up on love. As if Beauty would surrender him to another, anyway.
 •  A T T I R E 
Adam was no stranger to the finer things in life. After all, he was a prince. When it was taken away from him, he was left in rags and torn clothing. And then a woman arrived, and he was determined to impress her. He had his people tailor the finest clothing to fit his beastly body. Now on Earth, as a man, he is once again reduced to rags. Most of his clothing stays dirty and his long blonde hair is always a disheveled mess. Helps to keep the nosy away, says Beauty. 



 •  H E R O ' S N A T U R E 
He used to be kind-hearted, generous, loving. And then one day, after a little too much barley, he came upon the most disgusting woman at his door. After drunkenly refusing her help, he was turned into the same disgust and hatred he betrayed. Adam fell into despair, a deep depression. He shut out anyone and everyone. He was very convinced he had nothing else to live for. Now a beast, his once warm heart turned ice cold. Being quick to anger and completely irrational, his once loyal subjects started to despise and fear him.
Beauty entered his life and she started to chip away at his frozen heart. He became attentive, kind. Adam began to trust again, and soon found love for the first time in his life. And then it was stripped away when his love's true self emerged. Once his last petal fell, all he could see was red. He was furious, angry, full of rage. When their world fell to pieces, he was ready to die. But he refused to watch the woman he still loved perish.
Once on Earth, he was completely shocked to find himself transformed into his former self. But then came the realization that Beauty still had control over him. He keeps to himself, but is still quick to anger. He seems to always be on the edge of turning back into a beast.
 •  R E N O W N E D S K I L L S 
As a lad, his father made sure he was taught the skills necessary to one day be king. When not angered, Adam is well-spoken, articulate, and quite the swordsman. He has also learned that indeed, patience is a virtue. After being stuck under Beauty's thumb for now eight years, he has waited patiently for the right moment, the right person, to free him from this curse.
He is fiercely protective of Beauty and is a great fighter, as he had trained himself in hand-to-hand combat. 
 •  F A T A L F L A W 
Even though he has the body of a man, his mind still believes him to be a beast. He always assumes he is bigger than he is and doesn't back down from anything, even obstacles he clearly cannot overcome. His rage, anger, still boil within his blood, ready to explode. Adam is a time bomb ready to cause mass destruction.
 •  O N C E U P O N A T I M E 
Adam took everything for granted. Being born into royalty seems to make a person that way. He was spoiled, unappreciative, an all around rotten child. With the passing of his beloved mother at the age of eleven, her last words were simply 'be good'. From that moment on, he swore he would be. His attitude completely turned around. He started reaching out to his kingdom, helping anyone who needed it. He was a young boy, but that didn't stop his determination from becoming a great man. One his mother would be proud of.
When he was nineteen, his father died of a rare illness. The kingdom looked to him, now. The pressure and his grief drove him to drink. It was that fateful night that the wretched witch decided to visit his castle. She was looking for the generous prince, and instead got a hateful drunk. And so set forth the curse, that he had until his twenty-first birthday to find someone he loved, who he could love back.
This curse was one to stop time completely in it's tracks. It was as if everything froze within the palace walls. His once faithful servants were transformed into mere centerpieces and hardware. Adam's hard-earned physique grew into a chimaera of sorts. Suddenly he had the body of a wilder beast, the head of a lion, horns of a yak, tusks of a boar. Coarse, dirty blonde hair covered every inch of his body. He was a thing of nightmares. After the transformation, the most exquisite red rose appeared before his eyes. And then, the witch's voice filled the palace:
"From this day forward, you will be a living example of the ugliness you have supplied me. Your world will be isolated, desolate. Your faithful servants will be of no more use to you. This rose will continue to lose petals until your twenty-first birthday. On that day, the last petal will fall, and you remain a monster forever.
However, should you be able to find someone who loves you, and you love them in return, your heart will be mended and tamed. Upon that day you will resume the former glory of your once beloved kingdom."
His depression and despair quickly flooded every thought as he watched his once golden boy looks turn into a horrendous creature. Not only was he cursed, but his staff as well. Everyone was in this situation because of what he had done, what he had let his anger do to him. He hid away inside the castle walls, never daring to venture out unless it was to tend his mother's garden. The only thing left of her.
Fast forward to a man stealing one of his mother's precious roses. Adam would take nothing less than one of the man's most valued possessions. That possession turned out to be a woman. He hated having to put up with a stranger in his home, but she eventually wore him down. Adam found himself wanting to be around her, to tend to her every care. By the time he realized he loved her, it was too late. Beauty had revealed herself to be the true monster. Upon the drop of the rose's last petal, nothing happened. His fate was forever sealed in the body of the beast, lost to everything. Adam was unsure why he didn't change; surely his love for Beauty, and her love for him was enough to break the curse?
Unbeknownst to him, Beauty didn't truly love him. However, according to her, she loved him with everything she had- he was the one who didn't love her enough to break the spell. The realization of that possibility broke him. He swore to continue to prove his love, his loyalty, knowing that was the only way to end his curse and save his people.

And then the world started to crumble around them. Adam had spent three years devoted to his supposed wife, obeying her every whim. Even though he clearly realized her love for him was not everything she said it was. When the castle threatened to fall apart around them, he couldn't help himself. He had to save her. Amidst the rubble came a wizard. Merlin took them to Earth.
 •  A N E W C H A P T E R 
Once settled on land, the transformation from beast to man took place. With his old self back, he is determined to separate himself from Beauty. Surely she can't be the only woman able to break his curse. He will find his kingdom and bring it back to the glory that it once was when his parents ruled. He will prove to his father that he is the king that he was groomed to be. And most importantly, he will be good.