Likes:
Oxford Street: AKA shopping, AKA pretty stuff, AKA What Takes Up Her Money. In case you don't know, Oxford Street is one of the major clothes shopping alleys in London, and though not deadly expensive, it's not a fleamarket either. The reason why Beth (or should we say Belladonna?) loses most of her hardly earned money here is simply that she buy too much and too often. Three shopping trips each week is not a all unusual, and neither is her coming home with up to five stuffed bags. Sadly, the Creeping Darkness is not exactly keen on financing these escapades, which is part of the reason she needs a job. That and the Finding People To KILL. Yeah. She likes several other shopping places as well, with Harrod's, the unreasonably expensive department store, as an absolute favorite. Flow the market economy. ^^
Compliments: Not as much likes as is totally and completely dependent on, compliments are truly very essential to Beth's well-being. If you want her to like you and not KILL you, you compliment her, but you also better mean what you says, or else... She has this special gift for knowing just when people go over the top with their compliments, and then it isn't really compliments, now is it? Though Beth is a big badass demon, she is still very sensitive to the opinions of others. Not to say that she will sob and go into a breakdown if you note that you don't like her new dress, because she will not, and you should know that. Beth KILLS people who criticizes. And she does it in very painful, slow ways.
Pink: Much more than just another favorite color. Beth IS pink – evil, mean, dark pink, that is. No Chibi-Usa Crystal-powered Pinkness. ^^ That aside, she is simply a huge fan of the color, preferring almost everything, well, pink. She buys pinks stuff, from couches to toothbrushes, and if you need to give her medicine, for the sake of UE, do it in pink. And with strawberry flavor. Basically, pinkness is an important redeeming quality. Almost everything, nearly even ANGELS, can be accepted as long as it is pink. (Angel in pink voile: So I'll just sneak by and steal this year's soul crop, destroy the flat and stab your Narcissas on the way out... Okay with that? Beth: You in pink? *checks* Sure, go ahead.) Or... not. ^^; It is not that extreme, really... but watch if that pink Angel is spared of damage.
Herself: Well, she is Vanity, right? Beth loves herself, by and large, sees herself as the center of the universe and she's cool with it, man! This is not explained her, but further down in 'Personality', because, damn, her whole character is all about self-obsession, you know.
Dance: Dancing rocks. Looking at other people dance rocks. Looking at other people being worse dancers than yourself especially rocks. Basically, Beth loves dance and dancing – while the latter is a hobby, the former is not, and is thus explained here. Loving dance means pretty much that she finds watching dance very amusing, especially if it makes her feel like it is performed especially for her. She loves the Ballet. ^^ Dance is also one of the only subjects Beth would ever consider buying a book on – she is not someone to be thrilled by theoretics, but if there are pretty pictures of girls in skirts and, most importantly, do-it-yourself charts. Beth loves any form of dance, waltz, break, disco – it's all the same to her, and it rocks as long at is a performance for her and not some form of dancers showing their superiority. Then she'd have to kill them.
Pretty boys, especially Angel boys: Now, you tell me this isn't going to be a weakness in battle. XD Beth is a hopeless flirt, one of those girls who would probably run all ga-ga over any bishonen passing by, had she not been too old and mature for it. Er, what? All right, she does still run ga-ga over cute boys. ^^; This doesn't mean that she's not going to kill them, though – by turning the pretty guys into Narcissuses, she is actually doing them a great favor: They will never age, they will never succumb to their want for unworthy girls (i.e. anyone but herself), and they're going to spend eternity in the best way possible – as her servants. Yup, she is self-obsessed like that. As all her Narcissuses are boys she fancied at some point, you can imagine what happens when one of them is killed off by some @¤%& Angel. Generally, she prefers to send the Narcissas into battle and keep the boys home with her. ^^
Dislikes:
Pretty girls, especially Angel girls: Probably an obvious consequence of the above, I'd think. Just as she loves pretty boys, Beth tends to very extremely villainous to any bishoujo passing by, simply because they are – or in her eyes tries to be – Prettier Than Her, and that is more than enough reason to Steal Their Souls... solidified. Angels in particular annoy her, being both pretty and on Team Boring. Plus they tend to keep their Virtues for themselves. KILL! Now, to stop anyone from thinking I'm stealing Belphegor's cookies *Beth quickly pulls her hand out of a jar labeled 'Belphegor's cookies – hands off'*, I'll just explain why she hates people who are prettier than thou and why it has nothing to do with jealousy. The point is that Beth really couldn't care less if they are actually prettier than her. What bugs her to no end are people who, at least in her opinion, act like they are prettier, better or more worth than she is. Beth-avin is The Center Of The World, and anyone who's forgotten needs to DIE. You see? No envy, just superficiality. Very overplayed superficiality. Really. The Angels are hated because they dare to do cheesy introductions as though she couldn't do it ten times better. Grr. KILL!
Aging: The main reason why she joined the ranks of Evil in the first place. Beth is terribly afraid of aging or any form of decay of the human body. Old people in the park gives her the creeps. ^^; Seriously, though, Beth fears aging very much. This is, of course, the reason why she refuses to go undercover as anyone over 50. She finds aging unnatural, scary, and very disgusting. Old people should be shot. Only not Duriel, because he shoots back. ^^; Aging is also one of the Devil's Accountant's best threats (Him: Deliver the souls the master needs, or we will turn you into a knitting, grey-haired granny at an Old People's Home! Beth: Aaaaarh!!! Anything but THAT!) Yeah.
Computers: Though confident with most other aspects of modern society, Beth can't for the sake of her unholy soul figure out how to use a computer. No matter what she does, they will blow up in a very KABOOM-y and smoky way every time she tries to play Solitaire, leave alone more complicated tasks like Minesweeper. She has no clue about the Internet or what it does, mainly because she never got any further than 'Open Internet Explorer' before it all went KABOOM. Better go find another hacker. Let me tell you a secret: all of this might happen because Beth has the habit of smearing lipstick all over the keyboard. Or it might be Gosegas' fault. Of course it is.
Gosegas: He is a moron. 'Nuff said. See the NPC section for more.
Those little 'reminders': Whenever Beth has trouble collecting enough solidified souls (say, because the bloody Angels give the back to their owners. Grr.), the man known simply as Devil's Accountant (see NPC section) will appear in her flat, waving her contract with Evil, coming with scary threats and generally doing Very Nasty Things until she promises to be a bad girl and get those souls. On her knees. This does not rock. Beth works very hard to avoid these little visits, and when she know she hasn't quite been successful on a mission, she will become very anxious, constantly peeking under rugs, into the chimney and out of the window. I told you it did not rock. These 'reminders' are not actually arranged by Down There, as much as they are magical effects of the contract she signed with her own blood back in the day. You could say that the contract send the Devil's Accountant. And you would be right.
Modesty: Why? Beth sees no reason at all why modesty should be something to appreciate – what good was a Spartan lifestyle ever to anyone? She believes in living life to it's fullest, sinning while you can – modesty is just spoiling the fun. Beth can't stand the Church. Or Nuns. But then again, who expected that from a demon? ^^
Hobbies:
Clubbing: Also known as manmeat-harvesting. Beth goes clubbing almost every weekend to dance, drink, and kill people. And she loves it. Especially the killing people. Generally, she will find some guy she fancies, chat a bit with him over the night, dance a bit, and generally checking out whether or nor she wants him in her 'harem' – it doesn't really matter, though, because if he's not suitable, she will take his soul anyway because she's angry with him. With this done, the boy is gently dragged into some quiet place, and when he thinks the (Censored) is about to begin, he is instead asked to look into this strange mirror... If no boys are really suitable, chances are she'll get into an argument with one or more girls, stalk them on their way home, and reveal herself as the Mean And Nasty lady who takes your SOULS in some dank alleyway. Clubbing is, usually, her most 'beriching' activity.
Shopping: Of course she loves shopping, what did you expect? This got pretty much covered up in 'Likes – Oxford Street' (not my intention, sorry!), so we'll just leave it at this, ne?
Soul-nabbing: This is, of course, her job, but that doesn't make it any less the fun. Beth truly loves thinking up new ways to get someone's solidified soul (though these plans always get so wacko that she ends up using the good old ones instead) and especially does she love the subtle manipulation of someone into a state where their soul can be taken with no problems. Just attacking random people in dank alleyways is fun, too. Look at them run! ^^ Let's conclude that Beth is happy with her line of work.
Dancing: Beth doesn't take any dance courses (were there ever people acting like they were Better Than Thou, that would be teachers), but she sure enjoys dancing. Dance is an important part of her love of clubbing, especially because, at a club, you have all the chance to impress others and be the Dancing Queen – or find those who try to impress her with their dancing and let them die slow and painful deaths.
Gosegas-kicking: Or just being plain mean to him. Because it's so damn funny! Whenever anything goes wrong, Beth fuels her anger by kicking Gosegas around until she's wonderfully relaxed – and he is beaten to a bloody pulp. Lucky that the guy isn't fragile. ^^;
Park-strolling: Strolling around, shoving her stuff, oh baby! The park is: A) A nice place, B) A great place to meet victims (dude, you have any idea how many Angels hangs out in that park? It is a holy-type-chick magnet, I tell you!) and C) An excuse to have Gosegas on a leash, which is very amusing in her eyes. (Gosegas: Yeah right, it is fun getting me almost bit to death by some 'friendly' pitbull! Beth: Fun? More than fun.) In either way, the park rules. ^^
Frequent Hangouts:
Salon Delilah: This is where Beth works. The Salon Delilah is basically a medium-sized combined hair- and beautysalon located in London's theater district, the West End. The salon is owned by Mrs. Harris, a strict lady described in the NPC section and holds around 12 employees, one of them Belladonna. The prices are in the higher end of the scale but still reasonable enough that ordinary people come here – just not the dirt poor. Belladonna works as an assistant in both hair and beauty Tuesday-Friday from 9 am to 3 pm with the rest of the week off. The salon is closed on Mondays.
Tha Flat: This is where Beth lives. Her flat in Central London has a fashionable address, but officially, it is quite a tiny place. Officially, I say, because Beth has her very own hellish and magical ways of expanding the inside of the flat without actually making it any bigger on the outside. It is furnished in a strange mix of Victorian dollhouse- and Barbie's 3-in-1 house-style, with pink and gold being the absolutely dominant colors. The most obvious thing about the flat, however, is that mirrors are practically everywhere. On every wall they hang, on every flat surface they stand, and in every drawer, they are piled. Most of these mirrors are the homes of various Narcissas and Narcissuses, or were at some point. And of course, the flat has every form of modern luxury available: TV, bubble bath, stereo – but no computer. She blew those up.
Club Purgatory: This is where Beth dances. A pretty fashionable club in the West end, this one is Beth's most frequent hangout and soul-stealing-bait-finding place. The music played ranges from everyday pop to older pop, and people who come here are generally no older than 25, and of average educational level. This is not where the punks go clubbing. Generally the club is 18+ (though a lot of younger people cheat their way inside), but twice each month, there is a kids' night with a 16+ border and less alcohol. The club closes at 5 am, but Belladonna usually leaves a few hours before that (to kill somebody).
The Park: This needs no description.