- Always Sunny -
Belvedere (Belle) Asteria | Alias: Sunny Side Up, Sunny for short
Age: 17 | Height: 176 cm
Alignment:
Chaotic Good | Power Level: High yet unstable.
Belvedere (Belle) Asteria | Alias: Sunny Side Up, Sunny for short
Age: 17 | Height: 176 cm
Alignment:
Chaotic Good | Power Level: High yet unstable.
Scent Profile:
Fresh morning dew and a touch of citrus, something sharp yet fleeting. Sometimes like burning wood.
Appearance:
Belle's presence is both haunting yet oddly warm and reassuring. His auburn curls frame his face, barely hiding his luminous green eyes which flicker like dying embers on a campfire. His body is covered in light fissures, evidence of the damage his abilities inflict to himself, but his smirk never fades, he carries them with pride, like war medals.
His clothes are worn but chosen with careful sentimentality, a tattered jacket from his brother, fingerless gloves to mask his trembling hands, and combat boots that have traveled countless miles, repaired over and over again.
Powers
Belle wields light with extraordinary strength, but every use chips away at his own existence.
Persistent Luminescence: Any light he creates, whether to blind an enemy or illuminate a space, remains until his own vitality dims or he absorbs it once again. His lingering energy fuels each glow, meaning every scattered fragment of light is another piece of himself left behind.
Solar Flare Bursts: Explosive blasts similar to flashbangs and beams, either of these attacks fry his nerves temporarily, leaving him numb for a short period. These can only cause superficial wounds and burns, even at point blank, being an annoyance rather than an actual threat.
Light Healing: Every wound he mends on others will force him to experience the pain the victim felt, leaving behind permanent marks in his own skin and sometimes, the skin of others, depending on the severity of the wound. These fractures of light are etched into the skin, never fading. yet he takes it with a smile, thinking that it is for the best as long as he can do some good for others.
He may heal bones and deep wounds, however this would happen slowly, it would be incredibly painful for him and take a large amount of his energy, for this same reason, deadly wounds may only heal superficially, should he attempt to heal a wound of that magnitude quickly, he would risk his own life.
Secondary Effects and Major Consequences
All actions have consequences. In Belvedere’s case, he has to deal with light. Sun light is after all, radiation, and he is full of it, 24/7. He is often tired, sleepy and constantly unfocused, needing a large amount of energy to get simple tasks done. He is aware that he might not live long, so he is trying his best to make the most of his time.
Depending on how long he holds a beam of light, he might ignite a small fire on accident, something he is aware of, the familiarity with this topic is something he hates to address.
If Belvedere goes beyond his limits, he will go into shock, in the worst of this scenarios he may faint, his inner light dimming to the point of leaving him near death. This has happened only twice in his life but has affected his psyche deeply, causing him to have less and less grasp of his memories.
Background and Objectives
Belle and Lucian weren’t just brothers; they were all each other had.
Their parents were never truly in the picture. Maybe they tried at first, but raising children with unpredictable powers was never easy. Fear turned to distance, frustration turned to neglect, until eventually, they were just gone. No explanations, no promises, just absence.
Lucian was the one who took charge, always the responsible one. He found ways to keep them safe, to stay ahead of the world that either feared them or wanted to use them. Belle relied on him, trusted him completely. Together, they tried to make sense of their powers, to use their powers for good.
And for a while, they managed.
Until the night of the failed experiment.
It started as a calculated risk, an experiment that should have worked. Lucian had been teaching Belle how to use his powers for months now.
But the moment Belvedere released the final surge of power on accident, something fractured. The equilibrium broke.
Lucian’s light, once synchronized with Belle’s, spiraled out of control, expanding faster than either of them could react. The air crackled with raw energy, space itself warping around them as waves of pure light swallowed the room.
Belle felt his older brother’s presence flicker, one second solid, the next weightless. He reached out, but his fingers passed through him like grasping at smoke.
Then, the explosion.
A blinding detonation that tore through the house, leaving only scorched remnants and flames where their room once stood. Belle was thrown backward, landing in the debris, his body lined with fractures. For a moment, there was silence, just the fading hum of dissipated energy.
Lucian was gone. No remains, no trace, just the unsettling absence where he should have been and his now empty green jacket.
And yet, something lingered. Flickers of distorted light, faint remnants embedded in the wreckage. Belle sees them even now, in the corners of his vision, in moments of exhaustion. Echoes of a mistake, the presence of his brother half-erased but never truly gone.
Belle was left alone, and suddenly, the weight of every choice was his alone to carry. The absence of their parents had never mattered before, not when Lucian was there. But after losing him, Belle felt the sting of abandonment all over again. He wasn’t just mourning his brother; he was mourning the family that never fought for them, the people who should have cared but didn’t.
Now, Belle moves forward, coming to terms only years later, that Lucian is truly gone, even if he can’t fully forgive himself for what he did.
He tries his best to make a living for himself, despite him now only being another doll to dance along with others of his kind in a society that as much as he fights for, would never accept him as part of their own.
If his powers burn him out, then so be it. He’s spent his whole life being abandoned, he refuses to abandon himself, he won’t let his life go to waste.
Nowadays, Belvedere spends his time doing good for people, not for redemption, but for the simple fact that he can.
Stopping small crimes, tiny kindnesses. A scraped knee healed, a creature pulled from the road, a life preserved, however briefly. Living a life that his brother would consider fulfilling. He has chosen not to be the leader or emblem wielding superhero that gathers all the attention from his fanatics, instead, he settles for staying on the sidelines, assisting on what he can and leaving the larger problems for the bigger leagues.
Lucian once dreamed of a better world. Belle can’t give him that. But he can do something.
The recent goal he decided to take, as ridiculous as it was, was to find someone who truly loved him, to have a simple date and then he would figure out what to do with his life after that.
Before his light fades completely, he’d like to know what it feels like to be loved. Corny, but that's what he wishes.
Not just remembered. Not just mourned.
Loved.
A ridiculous goal.
Truth is, while he didn’t take that it too seriously, and has forgotten about it for the most part, bringing it only as a joke, of course, he still considers that it would be nice to have something like that before turning into dust.
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