Backstory
Belot grew up within a foster system for as long as they could remember, passed along through many different households without a complete sense of belonging most of the time. As a child, they didn't feel attached to parents they felt would each be temporary, brief, until the next set came along. Was there something crucial within a blood bond that Belot lacked in these dynamics over the years? Their birth parents would have simply not provided the minimums the foster parents gave them, but Belot wouldn't know their reasons for giving them up for a long time. Their childhood consisted of little belongings to transport to and from each home, never asking for more or indulging if their lifestyle overall was full of things that weren't permanent. For those early formative years, it left Belot with a nihilistic aftertaste and an unwillingness to confide in others. As years went by, the timid, lonely child was perceived as a strange, cynical burden to some, nothing more than a mouth to feed or a tax benefit. Most days were spent staring up at their ceiling as the sound of arguing parents became white noise, the most peace being able to stare up at the stars above from the fire escapes of some buildings. The city below was alive enough to keep them company.
At some point Belot was informed that Ivory wanted to meet them for a potential adoption, not quite exciting for the child that no longer looked forward to such matter...even if Ivory had such a brilliant shine, such a soft smile, Belot didn't want to impress even a kind person who's resolve they'd wear down by being so dreary. If there was stubbornness, Ivory was willing to be more stubborn, insistent to nurture a rose despite it's present thorns. She was well aware clipping off those experiences would be disregarding what makes a person in the present, embracing them just as she tries with her own. Perhaps that is what won over Belot after meeting her, feeling respect towards someone for the first time in a painfully long time. The family grew in that Ivory became their mother, Juillet their older brother, and even a pet snake came after Belot as a welcoming gift. For the child who was well insecure of their hands' callouses and wounds, the rough textures of a snake were a source of comfort.
For the remainder of their youth, Belot did online schooling and occasionally does community college classes. There isn't a concrete goal in mind for the future other than taking care of oneself, but the present is pretty comfortable as a tattoo artist apprentice. Were it not for the fact that they prefer to cover their hands, Belot might've liked to become a chef of some sort, a decent cook on their own. With Tattooing, there's the opportunity to learn about clients and cement the stories of their chosen illustrations, adding chapters with recurring clients. Belot wouldn't pick anything of their past because it wasn't so kind at the start, but they're also indecisive enough about their wonderful life now that there's so many motifs and moments to document. A journal suits those sentiments just fine in that case.