Welcome to Aurora Bay, [BELLAMY CALVERT]! I couldnât help but notice you look an awful lot like [MIKEY MADISON]. You must be the [TWENTY-FIVE] year old [BARTENDER AT THE SALTY SIREN BREWERY]. Word is youâre [WITTY] but can also be a bit [SCATHING] and your favorite song is [THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE]. I also heard youâll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. Iâm sure youâll love it!
TW: parental death, parental abuse, abortion
@aurorabayaesthetic
Bellamyâs life growing up was like any other girlâs. At least thatâs the lie she spewed. Her reality though, is something sheâd rather not think about. Born and raised in a small home in Seabrook, her childhood had been great until it wasn't. Her mother, Norah, died when she was only eight and her father, Eric, never quite recovered from the loss. Afterwards, her father was distant at best, drowning his emotions in gambling and alcohol and strings of one night stands while Bellamy was left to fend for herself, learning to cook and tend to her own needs by the time she was ten.
It was once she was a teenager though that there was another shift in her father. She was thirteen the first time her father got in her face, upset that Bellamy had called him a drunk and told him that he reeked. She was fourteen the first time he shoved her aside into a wall, and things just slowly escalated from there--not to mention that her father's treatment of her had made Bellamy a bit...chaotic. Skipping classes, sneaking into college parties. The only reason she even graduated was due to some silent agreement between Bell and her father: she didn't out him as a drunk, abusive piece of shit that would wind up with him in jail (and her maybe in the system), and he'd show up to parent-teacher meetings that otherwise would have had her expelled.
It all came to a head when she was eighteen, freshly (miraculously) graduated from high school, and she finally fought back. Her father had slapped her in the face for not having dinner ready and she shoved him right back. The fight that ensued was still something that plagued her nightmares; the sounds of glass shattering, the pain from the shoves, the unyielding tiled floor. Bellamy ran away that night with nothing but a duffle bag and all the cash she could swipe from her father's wallet once he was passed out drunk, pure adrenaline fueling her.
She ran right to her boyfriend Matthew, someone she had only been with for a couple of months but had been planting the seeds of running off together for a while now anyways. And so they finally did it, heading off on the road in his shitty pickup truck, no plan in mind but going east. And for months, things were great, freeing. Until they weren't. Until she was sitting on the bed in a motel with a positive pregnancy test in hand, her whole world zeroing in on those stupid little lines. Matt ran off soon after, scared at the mere thought, and no way in hell she was doing it alone, Bell made her way to a clinic and got everything taken care of.
After that, she decided to stop trusting men in her life altogether. She still had her fun of course, still had some pretty no-named thing in her bed near weekly, but none got near her heart. None got near enough to hurt her again. She would no longer be toyed by them--in fact, she'd do the toying.
East continued to be the goal throughout it all. She managed to hitchhike and get odd jobs here and there until saving up enough to get her own ratty pickup. She was twenty-two when she made it all the way to Indiana too before finally deciding to settle in for a while. Nearly three years on the road and just living life one day to the next had been exciting, sure, but she could use the break too. So she got herself a tiny little apartment and a job, and did just that: settle in. And if she maybe settled her way into the laps of pretty men (regardless of relationship status) well, who could blame her?
Her life continued on that way too, happily partying and working and sleeping her way around until a few months ago when she got a letter in the mail. Her father had been found dead from a heart attack. Good riddance was her first thought. Her second thought was the odd realization of, well, officially being an orphan. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. Nor was she even sure of what she'd wanted to do--not until she got fired from her current waitressing job around the holidays. Without a steady income and rent looming on her, Bellamy again felt that fuck it mentality coming back, so much so that she found herself once again packing up her stuff and shoving it all into her same (now beloved) pickup truck, west now being the goal. All the way west, until she found herself once again crossing the California state line.
Bellamy got back to Aurora Bay in January, the town full of enough holiday fatigue that not many people from her past realized she was even back. Good. After all, practically no one knew her father had been abusive. And once she left at eighteen, she'd hardly kept in touch with anyone. Maybe it was shitty of her to do but...oh well. She couldn't change the past. She'd apologize to anyone who felt they needed it but otherwise, Bell is fully intending on just living her life again in what was once her home- now without her father's shadow darkening everything.
extras:
birthday: november 2, 2000
height: 5'2
nicknames: bell, bells. for the love of god, don't call her 'bella'
left after high school graduation in 2019
been back in town since late january 2025
chairman of the halloween should be year round committee
will literally never say no to shenanigansâą
her sexuality is just yes
current connections:
employee/pseudo fam-vibes of @despaiiring
next door neighbor to @mackonestevie and @drewohara
childhood trauma bonded friend of @tabithaxking
high school exes/friend of @luckylewis
wanted connections:
a roomie at ocean crest
high school exes/hookups
current hookups (all genders welcome!)
party friends
oui'd connect đ
friends from school who felt some type of way that she dipped without a word
high school friend(s) who knew her dad was abusive
