Bell_E_Danza

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Bell Drew grew up in a rather quiet town, one that both seemed to be in the middle of nowhere and in the middle of everything at the same time. If you'd ask him, he'd compare it to a tutorial area - bustling with everything he needed to know to make in the greater game of life, but without much risk of failure if he made a mistake...or five. It'd be fair to say said "tutorial area" was well designed, as Bell grew up sharp as a tack, if a bit prone to getting into his own head often.

Day in and day out, the idea of partaking in something greater rung in Bell's head. The town he grew up in was stable enough, but it was a tad too cut and dry for him. An extra flair to life was just what he needed to keep himself going - and that desire lead him to the theatre.

Acting work was his passion. Getting to look at life from a different seat - even if only for a play or a scene - was magical. He finally had the extra flair in his hands, and he held onto it like a harness keeping him on the side of a mountain.

Time passed and he was making his way up the mountain of life smoothly. Of course, getting into a prestigious college on a lovely scholarship helped, but he nabbed that with his acting chops, so it wasn't out of nowhere.

Problem was; work was nowhere. Big productions were sticking their heads in the sand with big names, and smaller productions had their heads so far up their own asses they could hear their stomachs churn. Bell was in a catch 22, and his days were spent dinging his brain on how to solve it.

Enter Mawther Goose, a local drag queen known by every curious soul within the city limits Bell's alma matter resided in. She was looking for a new pupil to take under her wing, and by Jove, Bell was the spitting image of what she was looking for.

Style that toyed with gender, a face like a canvas, and a body that'd naturally draw a crowd - it was like a dream come true. Naturally, it was within the day that Mawther was showing Bell the ropes. Makeup, fabric work, and of course, acting all eventually came up. To Bell, this was like second nature, and Mawther could see that. He had chops enough to go far!

Such birthed Bell E. Danza, a ferocious rising star in the scene. Known for her distinct style and performances, every venue that hosted her knew she was the hot ticket.

Of course, as per Mawther's training, Bell picked up eating people too. It was a trademark of Mawther's acts, and she wanted to pass it on to new blood that could give it a fresh spin.

Bell did that and way way more, and Mawther cheered her on every step of the way. If Mawther stuffed any member of the crowd in her maw, it was usually a volunteer - or the occasional heckler - who then would serve as a timer for her show, getting ocassionally chided as they digested. Once they finished in her fittingly fierce innards, she'd wrap up the show, heading off to dispose of the prop offstage. She valued a touch of privacy, after all.

Bell was a different beast, usually just snatching up the first member of the crowd she could get a hold of and stuffing them down either the closest hole or the most pleasurable one. As they digested, they'd still serve as a timer - yet not for the end of the show. Any response from the prey, no matter if it was thrashing or a wet, ripe, fart, was met with mockery - well done mockery, but still mockery. Once the prey finished digesting - and the venue gave the OK?

Bell would bare her ass, squat over, and let the prey - now just a collection of steaming logs - out right there.

Every part of Bell's style read as an evolution of Mawther's, and it was something she could only be proud of. Proud enough of to actually perform with Bell - and adapt a bit of her style, too..

Bell, soon, was well off. There was a new flair to each day, and he lived for it~