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bhelliom arnarson
pronunciation:
Bhe-lee-ohm
nickname:
Lee, Bhel (only to his sister)
age and birthday:
23, September 5th, 2002
gender and pronouns:
Male, he/him
basic info
blood status:
Half-Veela.
sexuality:
Hetreoflexible.
wand:
Cedar and Phoenix feather, 11 inches, rigid.
playby:
Dominic Sherwood
appearance:
Bhelliom is exceptionally beautiful and he is very much aware of it. He takes after his father a lot. He enjoys symbolism and tattoos and often wears black clothing for work, since that brings out the shine of his artworks more.
education and jobs
schooling:
Durmstrang
schooling status:
Alumnus
current occupation:
Jewelcrafter.
personality
likes:
His family, flowers, art (especially made by his sister), gems, precious metals, glass. Anything that is beautiful, including people.
dislikes:
Abusers, people that don't appreciate art, practical use of beauty over appreciation of it, bruises and any other 'ugly' injuries, scars, broken mirrors.
erised:
To have an empire in jewelcrafting to provide for himself. To find somebody with flawless beauty.
amortentia:
Fire, pottery, flowers, metal.
boggart:
Becoming ugly, being lonely forever, being unable to find beautiful things.
overall personality:
Bhelliom is a lover. He loves anything beautiful but he's not particularly loyal to anything other than his sister. He flits about, always in search of the next beautiful thing, no matter what might get in his way. He doesn't care much what needs to be done in order to obtain the beauty he seeks, although he mostly collects conquests and material things. He doesn't care enough about people because of his perfectionistic side. He can always find flaws in just about anything.
He tends to come across as very stoic when he's not after anything. The true passion mainly or only comes forth when he's working or chasing beauty with his sister. He used to care but he has disappointed himself with high expectations too often. He knows he's his own worst enemy and avoids getting close to people to avoid getting himself hurt.
Despite this it's clear he cares deeply about the things he holds dear and he'll stop at nothing to protect the ones he cares about and loves. While not quite as temperamental as his mother, he can go to similar extreme lengths to protect his family. Luckily he takes after his father more, a clam and stoic nature that prefers calculated risks over rash actions. Sometimes things just go wrong and accidents happen. Bhelliom just knows how to use this to his advantage. He wants to make the world more beautiful, even if his methods are questionable at times.
personal history
origins:
Husavik, Iceland.
relations:
Sapphire-Rose Arnarsdottir (sister, half-veela, potter and glass blower)
Arnar (Father, veela, herbologist)
Sigrit Eddings (Mother, athlete)
pets:
N/A
history:
It all started with that one single light. A beautiful shining light that seemed to hold all colour and yet none at all. It was nothing but one single light that drew him away that day, but what a magical light it was. Perhaps his parents might have been able to stop him, but they didn’t. They hadn’t seen the young boy playing in the garden as they’d been busy feeding and fussing over his sister. So his tiny feet had carried him into the woods near their home where the beautiful little light had gone.
The path in the dimly forest had been short but it had seemed long to him. His little feet had carried him a distance that made him proud of his achievement and caused him to giggle in utter delight. That was when he spotted the witch, sitting over a cauldron filled with magical sparkling little lights that drifted around it, diving in and out of it like little luminescent fish. He had approached the cauldron where the witch had told him to pick up a rock that he found beautiful and dip it in the cauldron. He’d nodded his little head and picked up the most beautiful stone he could find after due deliberation. Much like instructed he dipped the stone into the liquid and lo and behold, it became more beautiful. He’d laughed in delight at the now glowing rock.
The witch had chuckled and pressed a finger to her lips. “Our little secret, okay?” She asked and he’d nodded, mesmerised by the stone. The witch had also brought a few items, which she’d thrown in the cauldron and he watched in fascination. She’d smiled at him and told him a little secret. “There is beauty in everything, curious little soul. It is the power of our soul that can enhance it, just like you did with your stone. Treasure it, and you’ll always have something beautiful to hold on to when the world seems ugly.” He nodded and pocketed the shining stone just as his parents arrived on the scene. While he flew into his father’s arms excitedly his mother dealt with the witch. She.... disappeared.
He’d seen the light and he’d been on his way. He’d been two years old, but already far entranced by this one thing of beauty, which would end up being a fact for his future. Beauty could lure him from nearly anything. To say that it was the defining moment in his life might be a bit much, but it certainly was one of the many moments that set him up for the life he would end up having.
Naturally his parents were unhappy, but Bhel had always been drawn to beautiful things. It was like he couldn’t help himself, although his parents were quick to blame the witch. They had her dragged away, but Bhel wasn’t aware. He was enchanted by the light she’d given him. After this moment he never ceased looking for something as beautiful as the lit stone was. He collected flowers, drying them between books and generally collecting a lot of beautiful things around himself, even before this event. So naturally he followed the beautiful little light to the source to see if he could take it home. The witch gifted him with a treasure, a rock that absorbed moonlight so that it always gave off a faint white light. Yet his obsession seemed to have grown stronger after he’d received the witchlight, and he was forever in search of something that might compare.
His sister was much like him, and both found themselves keen on life and mischief but above all, beauty. As they grew older they often roamed around the garden that surrounded their house. It was full of flowers but the two young ones picked them and collected them. Their mother never seemed to mind but their father was unhappy with the practise and wanted to teach the children that they could appreciate beauty without destroying it. He taught them to draw flowers and both spent many hours on the grass after that, attempting to really capture the flowers. Neither ever seemed happy with their work though. However, being born so close together the two siblings found themselves to be rather close, ever together yet always battling for the sake of beauty. Both extremely vain, both always in competition. Both always chasing beauty and attempting to create and replicate it.
In their younger years it was a battle for which flower to pick, which rock to collect and who could create the most beautiful collage of things they picked up. Trips to the beach never ended with broken shells since everything had to be perfect and beautiful. Every single detail about the lives of the siblings seemed to be about beauty. As their father taught them not to harm living things to capture their beauty the collection of rocks and shells remained a collectors competition but the essence and beauty of living things had to be captured art. Art that had to be better than that of their sibling. They graduated with their love for the canvas and found themselves keen on working with their hands as their various birthday parties had them explore different kinds of art.
Bhel’s sister fell in love with the craft of pottery at first, but soon fell for working with glass as well. Shaping and sculpting brought joy to her life and she found nothing could quite capture the essence of something fragile as perfectly as something that too was fragile in nature. Bhel himself was more keen to play with dangerous tools and he wanted beauty not to be fleeting but something permanent. He entertained himself with photography from time to time until he finally fell in love with smithing. Jewelcrafting above all. He started making jewelry and when he grew older his parents even permitted him to start learning techniques for gems, although he needed to learn them on glass. Real gems were far too expensive for children their age, although they both enjoyed the toys they were given and found creative ways to push them far beyond their intended boundaries.
As they grew older their competition did not grow any less. Bhel collected, his sister created and they slowly began to find a peculiar shape and form of harmony in their competition. He found something beautiful and she attempted to turn it into something more beautiful than the original. The reverse was true as well, although Sapphire-Rose brought things that were far less fragile than the flowers and other objects Bhelliom often delivered to her. She took photo’s, painted or sculpted and so the numerous flowers that he’d once dried were now turned into sculptures that, while crafted by a child, already showed incredible eye for detail and quite a lot of craftsmanship. In return the less fragile things she delivered to him were turned into things of higher value. Any shiny rock was amplified by the metal frames that even his young hands already managed to shape around them with quite the artistry.
Hogwarts came and the siblings both attended in the same year, having been born close enough together that they had come to the same year. He turned twelve merely days after the start of term, she turned eleven days before it started. It was a given to them that they would celebrate their birthday together, much as they always had. It was always supposed to be a celebration of them and the beauty they shared in both their creations and their physical forms. So in order to celebrate it with all their new friends they decided on his birthday for the celebration, so that they might share in the joys of their new shared friends together. To share the gift of beauty with all of them. They spent most of the summer after receiving their letters crafting all kinds of gifts for their classmates, although both were concerned about bringing the fragile objects along to school without breaking them.
It was a strange pair to behold at sorting, as both beautiful blondes with striking blue eyes stood proudly with beautiful shimmering decorations about them. People were easily awestruck by their shared appeal. She was a beautiful and innocent looking thing where he stood as a stoic but gentle statue near her, protective without being overwhelming. She was open, he was more closed off. Both carried the blood of their father, who was a veela and both carried the appeal of their beautiful mother, for she had managed to seduce a creature that was designed by nature to allure all. They both carried those qualities with them in a different way and together they promised to be a force to be reckoned with in their years to come.
People flocked about them out of curiosity almost naturally and the siblings found it was very easy to bond with people. People were flattering and wanted to be around them. They didn’t care if it was their blood, as they’d always seen their parents deal with it. Who cared, really, as long as they had friends and people around them? Their friends would be good company and they could easily make due with each other if things went really badly. What did it really matter why people liked them so much?
The siblings found they were not particularly interested in school when there was little of beauty to be found. Naturally the castle was magical and so were many of the places in the castle, but nothing challenged them to use their artistic skills. Even herbology disappointed them since it put little value in beauty and more in practicality. They wanted to keep up their competition and creations but found it was very difficult to do so in the environment they now lived in. Hogwarts didn’t have much space for arts and crafts and it certainly lacked the tools both siblings had by now grown accustomed to. While they made friends easily their moods grew sour from time to time by lack of time and supplies to create. The siblings reverted to drawing what they wanted to create, ending with many designs before the first break to take home.
They spent their first break and all others they could at home so they could create the things that had appealed to them most while at school. The various drawings were always archived in order of appeal so that they might start with the best projects. In time they came to see it as a challenge to see who could deliver the most works of art during a break without holding back on quality. It was a challenge, but one very well suited to the siblings.
At school the siblings took to their own devices and often roamed the halls to look for portraits, jewels, trophies and other items they deemed worthy of their personal collections of art and for sources of inspiration.Despite their lack of schooling they found themselves to improve a lot in their art, possibly because of the time they had to consider new methods and projects while at school. While there were plenty of beautiful and interesting things around, they both were keen on finding things that were more beautiful, rather than just interesting. There was a goal to be achieved, to make already beautiful things even more beautiful. So beautiful that it almost seemed impossible that such things might exist. That kind of goal was near impossible but the twins were ready to take it on.
Charms was, without a doubt, their personal favourite subject. It allowed them to put more finesse into the things they loved and enjoyed. They found ways to improve their art with simple charms and found that having fun made learning a lot easier. The pair laughed and chased their frivolities around. They created and learned and their first years went by. Charms were applied, if not to the art then to the equipment so that it might at times function like an extra hand or tool that would improve their skill and work by more than they had imagined possible at first. It brought them great joy.
It was as the interest of people around them began to grow that their older and more competitive nature returned to them. Interest of the opposite gender created an unhealthy obsession with collecting partners, conquests and stories. It was a distraction while school and art failed to keep them properly entertained. Both were in need of an apprenticeship or at least a teacher that would further their expertise. While the breaks from school provided that their time at school had started to grow somewhat stale. This is why they ended up turning to their pursuit of beauty in a new territory.
They were picky, of course, but they used all those interested in them for sake of keeping tally between them. They wanted to win and have the longest list of beautiful lovers. It was more of a joke at first, as it was about being the first to have a partner that rivalled their own beauty. None seemed to be good enough, so they flitted about, at first in search and this gradually grew to be more in collection. She broke hearts and he stole them and between them they did not do much for popularity. They left the illusion that they were simply looking for the person to change their ways, a clever tactic that kept their fragile friendships somewhat intact. None ever seemed to manage to change them and while their act carried on, people were more wary of them. Eventually their sibling rivalry and endless crusade in sleeping around ended up destroying many of their former friendships and isolating them. The isolation was never complete though, as they always had each other and their competition that meant vying for the hearts of others. Some people just couldn’t resist the charm, others had the misguided belief or the strong wish to be that special person, much like teenagers do.
They shared a reputation and the broken and shattered hearts and friendships behind them changed them both. They grew more fiercely independent and while their love of beauty remained a beacon to keep them together through their years at school they slowly grew more alone. They did not depend on each other as much as they probably should have. Their competition was slowly driving a wedge between them. It was causing a rift in their once unbreakable bond. They did not depend on anybody for sake of competition, not even each other despite needing each other most of all.
Where they’d arrived at school with open hearts and minds she grew cruel. He grew cold and distant. She was kind in order to win hearts where he grew warm and passionate. For both the same thing held true, they changed after the night and by morning they were back to the statues that people were extremely wary of.Beautiful of face but rumoured to be vile and black of heart. Needless to say their final year wasn’t very beautiful. The isolation eventually made both realise before graduation rolled around how much they actually needed each other and depended on each other, which led them to slowly start opening back up to each other again.
After graduation the pair both pursued their interests. She started making art, crafting both glass and pottery into magnificently delicate shapes that he bought at almost every opportunity, their bond growing closer once more as the competition was a lot less confronting due to the option of distance between the pair. He got an apprenticeship with a master jeweler and started to create pieces of astounding detail and complexity that managed to even impress his master. His pieces sold for remarkable prizes, but he never seemed happy about it. They were never perfect enough. He was never satisfied with anything and was ever restless.
The pair grew closer once more, this time sharing stories of conquests and comparing in a different way. It was very clear that Sapphire-Rose had every intention to find love. He found himself disinterested, having seen so many girls that failed to capture his attention. So many that just were not as beautiful as they needed to be. His ability to find flaws in anything got in his way and while everything was beautiful for a while, nothing of beauty seemed to last longer than a week. He took to drinking and parties but nothing ever seemed to capture his heart for longer than a week, or even a night.
Meaningless flings along with a job jewelcrafter keep him satisfied most of the time, although his income is mostly to be found in his expertise on crafting jewelry. He is both an accomplished jeweller and an expert on old jewels, gems and other fine crafting materials, something that earns him more in terms of spending. His price is very steep and his better works are not something the average person can hope to afford, but one sale has him set for a year's worth of rent on a modest apartment. He’s mostly slept his way to the top, although his skills sell him well enough without his mingling in high blood society.
Bhelliom found himself concerned when his sister started dating. While the guy seemed nice, Bhelliom was one of the first to notice something was off. His sister had marks on her, marks that marred her beauty. She’d had a perfect complexion that was now coloured with bruises. Needless to say that Bhel wasn’t exactly happy about that. He kept a keen eye out and grew ever more displeased at each bruise, scrape or other injury that was hidden or brushed off as harmless. He kept distance, as much as he was able, but in the silence of his heart he was planning.
He pushed his sister to break up. At first he did so with more gentle suggestions but as the violence escalated, he pushed more and harder. While he knew it would likely make her uncomfortable there was something more important at play. Meanwhile he kept pretending not to notice around anybody else, saving the truth of his thoughts for his sister alone. If he was to get away, he needed people to believe he’d been blind to the truth. He needed people to think he got along.
He befriended the guy, or at least pretended to do so. They often went out on nature hikes or other slightly unsafe escapades. It was all a part of the build up to the final grand plan. As he grew closer to the man, he tried to occupy his time, giving his sister time to flee and arranging everything he could for her. He’d hide her, but it wasn’t enough. During her escape he’d been out with the man and the words he’d used upon finding out she’d left disgusted him ever so utterly that his mad and last ditch plan suddenly became something other than a last resort.
For a around a month he kept up the act, pretending that he was friends but gently keeping the man away from his sister. In the background he worked much harder to ensure he’d never find her or be able to talk to her. He didn’t trust the man. One faithful day he took the man on a hike at the glaciers. He spotted something beautiful and amazing at the bottom of a cliff. The poor man didn’t seem to have his balance that day, as he fell down and broke his neck on impact. Naturally Bhelliom freaked out and instantly called the police. It was such a tragedy.
While a brief investigation concluded that it was a tragic accident, Bhelliom was still secretly happy it happened. His sister was safe once again. He felt like he’d made the right choice, this time at least. He went home from his unfortunately tragic vacation to settle back down to life in the UK with his shop, resting easier knowing his sister was safe now. There are times when he feels a little guilty, but any sight of a bruise or broken limb manages to vanish the guilt he feels. You know, survivors guilt.
site events reaction:
On average Bhelliom cares very little about what happened. He doesn't like things that are bad for sales but very little really influenced him so far. He's curious about the new island, but not enough so to actually go explore it until he knows it's safe enough.
alias
name:
Queen of Wyrdness.
pronouns:
She/Her.
age:
I am... old enough.
time zone:
CET!
reference:
I was born here.
other characters:
A few people......
