Campaign of the Month: October 2017
Blood and Bourbon
Annabelle "Bella" Bellerose
Morose beauty, Mafia moll, & Rocco Agnello's herald
“I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, you can’t bluff me. One thing a poker face can’t hide is love.”
“Doll-face, you’ve got the body of a Rolls and the heart of a hungry gator. What man, sane or insane, stiff or quick, could tell you ‘no’?”
This svelte, morose beauty represents Rocco Agnello as his herald and haunts the dimmer parts of Elysium. She says she doesn’t like the limelight. She is notable for her dry sense of humor, superficial banter, gloomy quips, and enduring look of boredom. For as long as any can remember, she has served as the hound’s eyes and ears, acting glibly as his official mouthpiece.
Annabelle didn’t always know him as her domitor, though. For a time, the moll and mafioso were fellow ghouls bound to Maria Pascual, the now-destroyed regent of the French Quarter. Their service gave the Toreador elder a valuable hold over the New Orleans Mafia and Annabelle even entertained (perhaps vain) fantasies of the Embrace.
Pascual’s abrupt assassination by parties unknown in the 1890s put an end to that dream. Annabelle doesn’t like to speak of those dark nights after the blood bond to her former domitor shattered like spun glass. She remembers an enraged prince descending upon Pascual’s holdings like a wrathful hurricane, tearing through anything and anyone even remotely connected to his former ally in search of answers. Those who tell Annabelle she was lucky to survive (and who even know the story) usually just get an empty laugh.
Annabelle doesn’t like talking, either, about what she thought when Antoine Savoy materialized and made an irresistible promise to his sire’s ghouls in dulcet tones: blood, safety, and purpose in a place by his side. It doesn’t matter, anyway. No sooner had the French Quarter lord given Rocco and Annabelle that first draught of his vitae than the former was abducted and savagely Embraced into Clan Gangrel by Caitlin Meadows. New Orleans’ scourge was a traditional outlander sire in every sense of the word: it was probably only thanks to the pair’s existing knowledge of the Kindred condition that they survived being cast adrift into the night, bereft of a sire or even explanation of what had happened to them, and left to fend for themselves. Rocco immediately knew what to do, though, and fed his blood to a broken and dying Annabelle mere seconds after that first frenzy subsided.
Bella’s feelings towards her domitor and “savior” remain understandably mixed to this night. She and Rocco share an uncommonly close bond—some Kindred know what it’s like to be a ghoul, but few were actually kept as one alongside their current thralls. Nevertheless, Annabelle appears to have been passed up twice for her domitor’s Embrace. Some wonder if this is by Rocco’s will—or if that century-shattered bond to Maria Pascual still exercises a mournful pull on Annabelle’s heart, and she yearns for the immortality that only her first “love” could have offered.