Born into a lowly home, her father was an inventor, wood worker, mason, trap maker, tinkerer and even dabbled in strange alchemical compositions that mostly kept their home in constant disarray.
Belle always loved books. She used to be read stories by her mother before she past away. After that time her father just delved deeper into his works. Similar, Belle delved deeper into books. She had read all the books in her house, including those of her fathers on various skill crafts. The local wizard had an enormous collection of books that he would allow to be rented for a small fee. Some he written about past adventures or adventures that he dreamed he could've been apart of. Belle began reading these and before long had read them over many times. She would put them to song so to help memorize the tales.
As the years passed by, Belle grew into her name and proved to be a real beauty. She was very smart too, knowing a lot from all that she had read. Still her focus on reading all the time left her to be absent minded of her surroundings.
Once during a day when a traveling group of entertainers were in town, there was a man telling stories in the main square. At first she didnt notice because she was so enthralled by her book, but soon she noticed there was a man who was standing upon a box with a small audience around him. At first he was simply talking to the crowd, but soon he began to tell a tale with a strong but pleasant melodic voice. Belle finally realized the entertainer was there, and began listening to his story. She was entranced. The tale was something more captivating than any she had heard or read before. After the performance she asked if he would tell her more. The man gave her only this reply, "Make your own stories, and share them with the world."
A little disappointed, Belle went to the old wizards library to lose herself in another book. Noticing her change of demeanor, the old man pried out the events with the storyteller. He too gave his own advice, " The best story is the one you live in. Its not about the beginning, or the end, but that which fills between them." Giving her an encyclopedic book on the world, he sent her away. Diving into her book, Belle could only think about the days earlier events and the great places in the book she could see. The next day it was decided that she would go out and live her own story.
It was known that all sorts of travelers pass through the taverns. Here she stopped to see if there were any groups that might take her along. Not quite knowing what to do to strike up a conversation, Belle just sat at a table to think. It wasnt long before a couple of men sat down beside her. They began asking her questions and making offers to come with them. She was shocked and excited that it had been easier than believed. Their trek took them a few towns over, a small place that Belle only heard about. Along the way the men kept asking Belle for more and more stories, as they were fascinated by them. Upon reaching the town, they implored her to tell her stories while at the local tavern. Hesitantly she did so, and it was a nice distraction for the patrons. One became fascinated by the well versed beauty, and her traveling companions took advantage of the situation to lighten him of possessions. This continued through several towns. While between towns the men showed her how to use some of their weapons, to help if anything attacked. Sure, her stories seemed to give insight, or put their mind at ease, but little could it do when set upon by wolves or goblins.
When Belle realized that her traveling companions had been using her as a distraction for their thievery, she bid them adieu. The leader of the group, Gaston did not take it lightly. He vowed that she would be his, and tell stories of his greatness to the world. Vexed, she rode away looking for a means to be of greater use and changing her name to Araella...
"Heroism. Sacrifice. You know, there aren't a lot of opportunities for women in this land, to show what they can do; to see the world, to be heroes."