OOC- Last posts from the 1v1 thread this character is coming from and I will start back up from here. Ignore the time periods from the former thread as I set the time this all takes place in back 30 years.<br/><br/><br/>( La Spezia Italy, 1885 )<br/><br/>A lone passenger ship gently arrives at the ports of La Spezia, Italy, one calm Sunday morning. The calm warm air sets motionless upon the sailors and dock hands as they view the ship coming to port. Family members and friends of some of the passengers await the ships inhabitants with so much excitement, it can be felt by passer by’s. Even Aadarshini and Renzu had family waiting for them, but Fionarro De La Belle hadn’t a single soul awaiting his arrival to Italy. Fionarro was just simply beginning his life’s journey.<br/>The pale man gently walks off the ship, thick black hair fluttering about as a breeze calmly brushes past him. Renzu’s kind hand rests upon Fionarros shoulder as the two glance at each other, “My friend, I hope we will stay in touch yes?” He asks in a hopeful tone. The two had been together through the entire ordeal and survived out at sea together, to Fionarro the thought of just ending their relationship there was a heart breaking feeling. “Of course Renzu.” He says hugging the man gently, then kindly waving to Aadarshini before turning around and through the crowd alone as gypsies do.<br/><br/>Across the street, a small blonde hair child stares at Fionarro as he makes his lonely march forward, the boy cannot put his finger on it but he feels something deep within his gut whenever he looks at the black haired Belle. The boy, whose name was Chadwick, didn’t know it at the time but one day Fionarro would play a large role in his life.<br/><br/>Fionarro, walks silently up the street, lost in thought as to how he would get money. Finally he comes across a public park and begins to follow in Gabriel’s footsteps.<br/><br/>Two girls, young and beautiful are walking home on a crisp cold Sunday night. The street is gently lit by a soft orange hue. Something catches Sophie’s eye as they pass the park. There is a man standing there, he is surrounded by small candles and wears a bright white chemise, black pants, a black waist coat and finally one lone black band on his right wrist. Sophie wants to keep walking but there is something about the man that practically forces her and her friend to begin to move towards the center of the field. As the near the mysterious figure, cold wind gently glides past them and is suddenly relived and replaced by cold air. “Hello.” A sweet, smooth voice escapes from the figure, from behind his beautiful black hair, “How are we tonight?” He asks, to gleaming green eyes peer up to the pair. Crystal says nothing but Sophie replies as soon as the question is asked, “We are ok, what about you?” She replies in a soft, nervous tone. “Im ok.” Fionarro says as he approaches the girl, “Don’t be intimidated darling.” He tells her as he lifts his arms to the side, causing a powerful breeze to swirl around them. The breeze catches the fire of the small candles and suddenly, they are surrounded by swirling flame that slowly shifts to an orange red.. then to a bright red, a deep violet, a bright.. hot white.. then disappears. “I am Fionarro De La Belle.” The man says as he bows. “Im Sophie.” The girl tells him, her voice signifying how intrigued she was, her friend had already left due to fear of what she could not understand nor comprehend. The two bathe in moonlight as Fionarro wows her with his impossible feats of, what she perceived as, magic. Fionarro, had become incredibly skilled in controlling his atmosphere and caused the oxygen around them to give off a lovely scent that would make one think of lovely roses and crisp chocolate glazed with caramel. “I don’t know if I should be here.” She says as she watches the fabric of Fionarro’s cloths turn different colors. “Why is that my darling?” Fionarro asks in that lovely smooth tone. She shrugs and frowns slightly, “Is this like, demonic?” she asks him. He smiles and shakes his head, placing to comforting hands upon her shoulders he kindly replies, “Sophie, people will brand what they do not understand, as evil or demonic. You must decide for yourself what is wrong and right. I am not hurting you and am not harming anything; my abilities are for pure enjoyment.” He whispers to her. She blushes slightly, feeling his words on her skin. “W-would you want to go somewhere else?” She asks him in a shy voice to which Fionarro smiles as he escorts her up the street, following her directions to her apartment inventively.<br/><br/><br/>Golden sunlight shines across Fionarro's face. His eyelids shutter a moment before opening to see a beautiful women by the name of Sophie laying next to him. A smile across his face as he gently kisses her shoulder, her body void of clothing as she begins to stir awake. "Good morning darling." Fionarro states to the half asleep treasure beside him. Sweet and innocent, she smiles and replies, "Good morning Mr.Belle." she turns towards him and gently kisses his cheek. "How did you sleep?" She coos the question at the young man. "Well considering I spent days on a slab of wood lost at sea with another guy then spent the night in a very uncomfortable passenger ship I would say that this was the best sleep I've had in a very long time. Plus last night was magical" A devious smile spreads across Fionarros face as he stands up and begins to put his black dress pants back on. "I am completely new here and was hoping I could stay here a while, I mean if that is ok with you?" He asks her. She flashes that sweet smile at him once more before nodding. "Splendid." The young gentlemen replies before putting his white chemise on and stating, "I am going to go work today if you would like to come." She rushes out of bed as well and begins to dress herself, "Is that a trick question?" She asks.<br/><br/>A young blonde boy by the name of Chadwick sits alone on the steps in front of his house. He looks up the street towards a public park where a small but fair crowd had gathered. Lonely and tired of the feeling, Chadwick decides to walk up the street in order to see what all the commotion was about. He pushes his way through the few adults gazing in awe at a man whom shot fire from his fingertips, whom cause light green bubbles to float around him and change color before exploding into a mist that covered the entire area. Chadwick was mesmerized by the many feats the man accomplished and when everyone left he could not help but follow the gentleman a while before finally gaining the courage to call his name.<br/><br/>Fionarro walks with Sophie's hand in his before a young voice calls after him. "Excuse me! Sir!" Fionarro whirls around to see a boy who could be no older than nine. "And what can I do for you little man?" The black haired gentlemen smiles as he kneels down in order to make better eyes contact. "I really liked all the stuff you had done back there at the park. Where did you learn to do all that?" The boy asks as he runs a small hand through his unkempt blonde hair. "Im a Belle." Fionarro replies. "Its in my blood." Before the boy can say anything else Fionarro is forced to cut him off so the police do not confront him about his performances. "I am on a tight schedule but I have something for you." He reaches behind the boys head and employs a new "Trick" he had recently learned by causing a blue rose to from out of thin air. He presents it to the boy before leaving. Chadwick would forever cherish that rose.