Crossroads

A woman with dark, glossy waves styled in impeccable old-Hollywood curls, her smoky eyes hold an unnatural gleam of psionic awareness. Her porcelain skin is eerily flawless, sculpted to reflect ageless beauty, while her lips are painted a deep, blood-red hue. She wears silk gowns that cling in all the right places, with her signature floor-length silver dress cut dangerously high at the thigh, paired with opera gloves that reach to her elbows.

Flirtatious & Theatrical – Bella adores handsome men, particularly those who remind her of Cary Grant or Humphrey Bogart. If she finds someone charming, she turns on the full silver-screen seductress routine, dropping husky-voiced one-liners and lingering glances. Melancholic Beneath the Glamour – While she loves the role she plays, deep down she knows it’s just an illusion. She fears what will happen if her powers ever fail, or worse—if she forgets who she truly was before the transformation. The Diva with a Bite – She does not tolerate disrespect, and if someone questions her age or authenticity, she will snap back with a psionic push that leaves them weak at the knees. She’s a charmer, but not a pushover. Performer at Heart – Even in casual conversation, she dramatizes everything, speaking in smooth, rehearsed tones, as if she’s always in the middle of a film scene. Complicated Views on Psionics – She sees her power as a gift and a curse—a tool that allows her to live the dream, but also a reminder that she wasn’t enough on her own.

Bella LeCroix was born into a world that no longer cared for the golden age of cinema, yet she adored it with every fiber of her being. As a child, she would sneak into old, forgotten theaters, watching reels of black-and-white Hollywood classics long past their prime. The grace, the elegance, the way the actresses moved and spoke—it was magic to her. She idolized the likes of Lauren Bacall, Ava Gardner, and Rita Hayworth, determined to follow in their footsteps. For a time, she succeeded. Her early career in the underground theater scene of Crossroads earned her modest recognition. She could sing, she could act, and she radiated an old-world charm that stood out in a world drowning in neon and chaos. But time is cruel, and in the entertainment industry, beauty fades fast. As she aged, the offers dwindled. The world that once applauded her presence now looked past her. The younger, more genetically engineered, cybernetically enhanced stars took center stage, and she was discarded, left to drink away her sorrow in the dimly lit back rooms of forgotten clubs. Destitution followed. Then, the Rift’s gifts awakened in her late in life. Where others discovered psionic potential in youth, Bella’s mind unlocked its power when she had nothing left to lose. It started subtly—a tightening of the skin here, a smoothing of a wrinkle there. But soon, she wasn’t just altering herself—she was sculpting herself. Her Mindbender Kineticist abilities allowed her to reshape her flesh at will, restoring her body to timeless perfection. In the mirror, she saw not the aging actress discarded by the world, but the leading lady she always dreamed of being. It was then that she found The Gray Note, or perhaps The Gray Note found her. The Proprietor, ever the lover of the dramatic, saw something in her—a woman reborn through her own will, a tragic starlet given a second act. He offered her a stage, a place where she could always be the star. Now, she sings under the smoky, grayscale glow of The Gray Note, swaying to melodies from a bygone era, wrapped in shimmering gowns that seem almost liquid in the low light. She plays the role she was always meant to—a timeless beauty, forever captured in an eternal black-and-white film.