Bio.

GENERAL INFO.

Full Name: Belinda Marshall
Aliases: Belle, Lin
Gender and Pronouns: Cis Female; She/Her
Place of Birth: Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, New York, United States
Heritage: White Belarusian-American
Date of Birth: December 12th, 1986
Age: 30-40
Parents:

Siblings: Children: N/A
Other Family: N/A

Allergies: N/A
Addictions: N/A
Mental Conditions/Disorders: N/A
Physical Conditions/Disorders: N/A

APPEARANCE INFO.

Features: Rounded, defined features with high cheekbones, a long, straight nose, and pouty lips. Belinda has full body tattooing, mostly consisting of geometric blackwork with some recurring motifs (ex: spiderwebs). The tattoos break across her chest, face, and neck, with the right side of her face having some markings, and the underside of her jaw having some as well.
Voice Claim: Michelle Trachtenberg
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Hairstyle: Chin-length, straight bob with an asymmetrical bang.
Build: Average, on the muscular side, with broad shoulders, strong legs, and a less-defined hourglass shape.
Height: 6 feet and 3 inches (approx. 191 cm)
Weight: 170 pounds (approx. 77 kg)

SOCIAL INFO.

Connections:

Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Lesbian

MISC. INFO

Ace and Belinda had a small fling in their freshman year of college, but ultimately broke things off. They maintained a close friendship to this day.

When they were dating/as roommates, Belinda taught Ace Russian. In return, he would teach her Latin.

BACKGROUND.

There was never a clear beginning for Belinda. Or rather, there was never a clear beginning to those around her, as she would grow very secretive of her past.

Growing up in Brighton Beach, as the the first of her family to be born in America, she lived a simplistic, almost predictable life. Her mother owned a local bakery selling Belarusian treats, and her father worked for a construction company that operated all over Brooklyn. Her mother would make friends with many other Eastern European immigrants in the area, and established a wide network of family friends that Belinda would be surrounded by. The women of the group would trade stories and gossip over afternoon meals, and the men would all get together in the early evening hours to unwind and prepare group meals that would be divided up and served to the families.

Her life was, frankly, boring. This was until her college years, where she would meet a rather intriguing group of guys.

The men—Ace, Edgar, and Mason—were classmates of hers, and would be quick to invite her into conversations.

She became closest with Edgar at first. Eccentric and filled with wild ideas, she would spend many a get-together arriving early just to see what projects he was working on before they would meet with the others. During one of these meetups, he would divulge that he and Mason were thinking of putting together a little club. Nothing formally registered with the university, of course, but something that really felt like family. Intrigued by the idea, she happily signed on.

She also had a particular soft spot for Ace who, at the time, appeared to be struggling quite a bit with things in his personal life. When she'd found out his grandmother had passed, Belinda offered her condolences and expressed that she was always there as a shoulder to lean on. They would enter a relationship not long after that conversation, and it would only last a few months before they amicably broke it off due to Belinda realizing she wasn't attracted to men.

In her time as part of this club, prior to Ace's joining, Belinda would realize there was more to their 'Saturday night outings' than met the eye. People would come and go, with more than a few ending up missing. The meetups grew more secretive, switching from casual conversation to encrypted messaging through alternative social media apps and a strict "no posting" rule. Belinda was noticing patterns nobody else seemed capable of seeing—or all too willing to ignore. The withdrawn locations, the cunning development of codes and ciphers. Diagrams and books filled with ancient anthropology and theological connections.

And when she finally confronted Edgar, she got her answer: He wanted to turn their group into something meaningful. Into a legacy.

As such, their group—now dubbed The Magistri—would serve as a brotherhood (though technically fellowship, with their inclusion of non-men) that would enable them to find unending pleasure in their increasingly bleak lives. It was obviously a cult. Or at least something toeing the line to becoming one. Yet, there was a strange comfort in it. Belinda trusted Edgar and Mason, and the more she thought about their ideas, the more it felt understandable. So, she accepted the offer to join them properly, and she would become a core part of The Magistri's development.

As for Ace? It wasn't long before he was welcomed into their arms as well.

As the group graduated, they turned their full attention to restructuring the group and making it something official. They would register with the New York State Government as a non-profit social justice organization, buying up a local radio station to "spread the charitable news." They would also purchase land more upstate, pulling themselves away from peering eyes and focusing on establishing a proper base of operations. After serious discussion among the four, it would be determined that Edgar would be the best to lead the group, utilizing his brilliant mind without any boundaries. Mason would become something of an enforcer, always vigilant in protecting his closest compatriots and—once they got to the point of taking them—ensuring that prisoners would not escape their growing compound. Ace would take on the public face of their non-profit, hosting their radio station and attending indie media events to spread their message while forming their charitable facade.

And Belinda? Belinda would be the logistician. Mysterious. Operating in the shadows. Not many cultists would ever truly get to know who she was, but they would know of her. That is... to a degree.

As the cult grew, and grew vast, the stories of its foundation would shift over time. The backgrounds of its founders would grow obscured and become revolutionary in their retellings. Such was the case with Belinda, whose childhood accounts ended differently depending who told the story. Some would say she was raised by devoted parents who vanished without explanation. Others would suggest she grew up inside a secluded religious commune not too dissimilar to theirs, concealing expectation behind every smile. Some even believed that Belinda was descendant of other notorious fraternal figures, born to obsess over symbols, allegories, and hidden truths beneath ordinary life. She never corrected them, allowing the boundary between fantasy and reality to dissolve with every spoken word.

As the devout's isolation deepened, so did their conviction that humanity had needed to abandon purity and dig deeper to find the beautiful system or morality that would, Mongranur willing, allow them to indulge in unending power. That taking the last walk would break them from civilization's collective refusal to notice something ancient watching from behind the veil.

And she did it all without ever presenting herself as a prophet. Only as someone who simply remembered.