tinka jade belmount !

[TINKA JADE BELMOUNT]

"A jealous female can be tricked into anything" - Hook

NAME: Tinka Jade Belmount
NICKNAMES: Tink, Tiny
AGE: Nineteen
BIRTHDAY: December 7th
ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: Student at University of Fantasia and waitress and Flo's.
NATIONALITY: White Trash... Is that a nationality?
PLAYED BY: Hayden Panettiere
DISNEY: Tinker bell
USER GROUP: sex symbol

PERSONALITY !

VAIN! For Tinka, it’s all about looks. She knows it’s vain and shallow and a whole bunch of other negative things but frankly she doesn’t care; at all. Looks are important to her and that’s that. And really, no one complains about her appearance because it’s hot. Or well, she thinks she’s not stuff at least. She’s never really bothered to ask what anyone else thinks. The girl spends too much time on her appearance to claim she doesn’t care though, she does care. She just isn’t the sort to make herself seem that desperate, even if she probably is. Approval is really important to Tink.

It’s not just her own looks she obsesses over though; it’s everyone else’s as well. She has been known to over-look people just because they don’t meet up to her visual standards. And as far as she is concerned she sees nothing wrong with that. She likes to surround herself with beautiful people. The rich, the popular... You know, the lucky people. Who needs someone plain and un-glamorous? Besides she’s doing them a favour, considering next to her even some pretty girls could look just bad. So really, she’s doing them a favour by ignoring them. Of course, that is simply her reasoning. Not exactly the gospel truth.

POSSESIVE! When she feels like she owns something, that’s it; it’s hers. And Tinka Belmount does not share. So don’t even bother. The problem is, she tends to think of certain people as hers exclusively. Which can cause some issues when others don’t seem to agree that the person belongs to Tinka. She gets particularly jealous- especially when it comes to the men in her life. And when Tinka gets jealous, she tends to go a bit ruthless. All thoughts go out the window, she gets single minded. Obsessed with ‘winning’ the affections of the man in question. She often forgets that actions have bigger consequences

With that, comes a positive side. She actually is a loyal person. If you can get over her being completely possessive of you enough to see it. Once she cares about someone she will rarely let that go. She isn’t one to betray a friend. At least not on purpose. Things can happen in her crazy possessive moments, but she never means to hurt those she cares about. I guess that’s just what happens in the cross-fire. Pity. It’s not like she can change it though. Those jealous feelings are impossible to reign in and keep under control you know.

BLUNT! You know that little thing that stops you from saying whatever comes to your mind? Tinka lost hers a long time ago. She has absolutely no filter between her mouth and thoughts. Now, this wouldn’t be such an issue if it weren’t for the fact that her thoughts were particularly nasty. It’s not just a case of Tinka saying all the silly things that come to mind. It’s that her thoughts are well, mean. Now, there are others that think mean things, but she makes it worse for herself by actually voicing them. That would be a problem of course, if she cared.

She never seems to mind when she upsets people. She just shrugs it off and says something about how they should learn to handle the truth better. Which might be a fair point, if her version of the truth was the be all and end all of opinions. It’s not though. No one’s is. For whatever reason though, she thinks people should her opinions on everything. Whatevuh though gurl. Don’t disrespect her, because she’s got one wicked ‘tude and gets rather er.. catty, when feeling challenged. What can I say, she doesn’t like to loose.

QUIRKS: Tink cannot help but check out her rear end in mirrors or reflective surfaces. She has kind of a phobia about it looking big. She must fake tan every two weeks to get ‘a nice healthy glow’. She refuses to eat cooked tomato.

LIKES: Green, Glitter, Make-up, Getting her own way, Rainy Days, Nail-Polish, Skittles, Fairy Bread, Dresses, Her Hair Straightener
DISLIKES: Dogs, Liquid Eye-liner, Winter, Thimbles, Other Girls, Loosing, Hair Extensions, Sneakers, No Credit, Sharing

HISTORY !

A Fantasia City native, Tinka grew up in a very tiny apartment in the Marcdavis district of town. Yeah, that’s right, dodge city. Her parents were not married or even together when the little blond fire-cracker was born. No, the truth was that Miss Belmount was a result of a one night stand. So much one night that her mother, Darla, never even told the guy she was with child. And in a city so large neither mother or daughter have seen the man again, so it really doesn’t matter. Tinka liked growing up in a male-free zone. From a young age Darla was teaching her daughter the ways of make-up and hair dye.

In fact, at the age of four, Tinka was entered into her first Beauty Pageant. For the young girl, she was enthralled by the pretty dresses, glitter, and all the attention. Sure it was her mother who pushed her into it at first, but Tinka never complained. She loved them. Even from such a young age she had the drive in her, the want to win. At first it was about the applause and the shiny ribbons. As she got older though, it became more about proving to the other girls that she was better. Prettier, more talented.

One award she would never win though was Miss Congeniality. It wasn’t long before she got a reputation of being a cheat. Not to mention just mean. The usual pageant girls would warn the others about her. Telling them not to leave her alone with costumes or she may steal them, and not to listen to anything she said because she was only doing it to win. Girl whatevuh. You weren’t there to make friends, so why should she try to make nice with the other girls? They were her competition, it was just nuts. Everyone was there to win and even the nice ones were probably thinking horrid things behind your back.

Her glorious pageant career came to a halt though last year when she was accused of the one thing that was rather a huge taboo; Sleeping with a judge. Her lips remain sealed about the truth, but she’ll wait out her suspension... Then bring the bitch who accused her down.

SAMPLE !

There was a reason why distance was kept. She couldn’t be this close to him and still keep her head. They’d barely touched and it was already swimming. Murky waters filling her mind. Making it impossible to think beyond the moment and her desires. She felt her legs go weak. Cursing the affect his physical presence could have on her. It was fine when they were further apart. She could deal with it all then. It was when she got closer to him. That’s when things started to get much harder to handle. The thing was, in this particular instinct, she only had herself to blame. She had advanced on him. Sure, he had closed the gap. He was letting his hand move up her arm, to her neck. He was talking so close to her ear it hurt. She had started it though.. If she’d had kept her distance...

For balance. That was what she was telling herself. Her legs couldn’t keep her up on their own anymore. They needed help. One hand moved to his upper arm, balling up the fabric in her fist. The other found home against his hip. Home. Home. Max was right. It was like coming home. Just like coming home after being so far away. The sensation made her want to cry. This time though, for pleasant reasons. She honestly felt as though this was what her body had been waiting for. The chance to fit perfectly with Max’s once more. Even if it was just only once more. Her skin, her shape, it would savour it. Store it away in her memory like a treasured moment. Sacred.

The truth in his words was too much for Alyson. She bit the inside of her lip to stop from crying out. It was true. Inviting Max to the wedding was asking him to stop it from going ahead. It was a cry out to him to try and stop her. To try and do what he should have done all those years ago! And there it was. The small kernel of truth that had dictated their interactions since the first sexual encounter when she had run from him. He had told her to run. So she had. But he shouldn’t have. He should have taken her face in his hands and begged her to stay with him. Twice now though, he had willingly sent her back to the arms of the other man. Twice now he had not asked her to stay.

Before the words of response could form on her lips, something else found them. And by them it really meant the corner, right by her cheek. Even that though, was sending Alyson into a tail-spin. It was no more sexual then the way you kissed a grandmother, but for Alyson it felt completely charged; powerful. Like something real was happening. She was too scared to extend his offer and nudge his lips along so they were planted firmly on her own, but she embarrassed the moment none the less. The hand on his hip travelled up; across any part of chest that wasn’t covered by her own, to his cheek. Finger tips stroking the skin on slow, sultry movements. Her other hand gripping tighter to his arm and shirt. She wanted more. Oh so much more and yet, at the same time was perfectly satisfied with what she had. How was it that he could ignite such opposite feelings in her?

And then, all at once it was gone. He had stepped back. His flesh slipping away. Leaving her fingers groping around in the air for a moment before she let her arms fall. Blue eyes closed, breathing fast. She could still feel the heat of his lips. The smell of his breath. Oh god how she wanted it again. How her body ached without it. How it felt empty and incomplete; He made her whole. And she needed it. He couldn’t. He wasn’t going to do this to her again. She couldn’t take it. Not a third time. Opening her eyes, she set her gaze on Max. Jaw set. “I don’t give a bloody care who you are going to pretend you meant..” She murmured, her voice rough. “You are not going to do this to me. Not again..” She quickly closed the gap between them. Both hands finding his chest. Her lips pressing to his ear softly as she spoke. “Don’t. Don’t send me away.. Into the arms of another man..”

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M NIKKI AND I'M A PRETTY MOTHERING PERSON. I'M TWENTY TWO, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH THE PINK ELEPHANT. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

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