Post by izzy on Sept 3, 2010 16:12:08 GMT -5
[IZABELLE] STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
[/color][/font]AS SHE'S LEAVING HER FATHER STARES
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
[/color]ANOTHER BOY SHE RUNS TO TONIGHT[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Izzy
GENDER: Female
AGE: 24
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
OCCUPATION: Physical Trainer / Model
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original[/color][/font]
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
[/color]HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]
HAIR: Natural Black/Brown, about four or five inches past her shoulders
EYES: Grey
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'6" ; 120 lbs
Physical description: Izabelle has always been a rather attractive girl. She stands at a nice height of 5’6”, not too tall and not too short. She weighs only one hundred and twenty pounds, not much at all for a girl her height. She is always working out, making sure that she has a flat stomach. Her muscles are well toned and never does she have an ounce of fat on her body. After all, what kind of personal trainer has fat? Her chest is a good size, though she won’t tell anyone for sure what it is.
Her hair is a beautiful natural black, or deep brown as some people like to call it. It is a perfect dark color for her tanned skin and goes well. Her hair lays over her chest and stops just under her breasts. Typically it is wavy, but she does often straighten it. It is very cooperative and easily managed. She prefers not to have bangs, letting her hair grow naturally. Never has she dyed it, and she never will.
Her eyes are a beautiful light grey color, standing out against her tan skin and dark hair. It’s part of what makes her so attractive. Izabelle will always be found in clothing that shows off quite a bit of her body. Usually her chest is well exposed and her stomach. From jeans to mini-skirts, sweaters to tube tops. She likes to wear a wide variety of clothing, and sometimes she enjoys checking out what’s “in style”. Though Izabelle has always been her own person, and doesn’t care whether someone thinks her clothing is “out of style” or not.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Tattoo on her left side[/color][/font]
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING
[/color]BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: Being alone, Fat people, Animal Abusers, Ignorance, Fish, Not being center of attention
STRENGTHS: Physically strong/fit, Smart, Confident, Healthy, Outgoing
WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, Harsh, Outspoken, Troublesome, Fiesty
HABITS/QUIRKS: When forced to sit still she shakes her legs. Has sex with random strangers.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: A social butterfly most of the time, Izabelle absolutely loves to be in the spotlight. She is almost always found in a crowd, usually full of men. She is a very big flirt and enjoys having sex with random strangers. Though she always makes sure to be safe about it. She is a feisty little thing full of spunk and energy. She will let you know exactly what she thinks without a second thought. She holds nothing in and nothing back. She is used to getting everything she wants and will not give up. A very persistent young woman you might say.
Izabelle absolutely loves animals, always has ever since she was a little girl. She will always have a soft spot for them and be willing to do anything to help out. Her favorite thing is always training animals, but her job is to train people. She enjoys working out, making sure that her body is always in shape. After all she takes great pride in her appearance. If she is going to keep the attention on her, she has to look her best.
Of coarse do not mistake her for being nice. Because that is something that she is far from being. She definitely has a dark side to her. Izabelle can be harsh and rather cold to most strangers, especially to those of the female persuasion. She does not like to be challenged and if you take her spotlight be prepared for battle. She has never had any trouble with fights, usually she can get out of just about anything.[/color][/font]
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER FAMILY: none
PETS: you can link to pics.
OVERALL HISTORY: When she was a young girl Izabelle would always 'run away' from home. Though she wasn't really running away, she just enjoyed exploring. When she was home, she was a tom-boy. She would always play with the boys and had no problem getting dirty. As she grew up though, the boys didn't want to play with her any more. Hormones were kicking in and boys were more interested in her as more than a friend. She was a rather pretty young girl, when she wasn't covered in bruises or dirty.
She grew into an even prettier young woman, proposed to by many young gentlemen. But she didn't want to settle down, she wanted to explore the world. They would try day after day to get her to accept a proposal, pleading her to be normal. Always pleading with her to change who she was and blend in with society. But she wasn't going to give in, she refused to mold into what they wanted. After all she was only 21 years old, she still had a lot of life to live.
One day when another man came to court her, and she slipped out of the house. She ran off into the woods and took her time exploring and having fun. She didn't want to see another man coming to propose, she was sick of it. So she wandered about the woods by herself, using the moonlight to find her way around. It was so beautiful at night, being in nature and free. It was almost sunrise by the time Izabelle finally arrived at her parents’ home.
When she did arrive, she found all of her belongings packed and on the front porch. She was shocked and angry all at the same time, unable to believe that her parents would actually kick her out. After banging on the door for what seemed like forever, Izabelle finally gave up. She grabbed her things and walked through town to the nearest bus station. Never would she forgive her parents for pressuring her so much and then throwing her out like that. Without looking back, Izabelle got onto the bus and rode it until she got somewhere far away. Pinewood, a beautiful land with open space and many various animals. [/color][/font]
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HOW CAN A MAN BE ALL THAT THEY SAY
[/color]WHEN ALL THAT I KNOW IS MEN RUNAWAY?[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The sun had only just set fifteen minutes ago, but Angelique was already awake and showered. She stood in front of her large closet wrapped in a towel, trying to figure out what to wear. She was hoping to actually have some company tonight. After the encounter in the woods of Bon Temps, Angelique had hoped to see more of Stefan. The younger male vampire was both attractive and interesting. He liked to wear modern clothing but he hunted like a rogue. It had been a very long time since she had anyone around or any sort of company. The last vampire that had been in her home was Waldomar, and that was so long ago now. Since then he had taken up residence with her underling, and she had only seen them once since then. That was the first time she had ever seen Stefan as well. It was at the tattoo parlour, which was owned by an old friend of Angelique's, Jacqueline. There were no proper introductions that day, in fact she was doing her best to defend her friend against the group of rogue males. But after that day, she never visited the establishment again. Nor any places like it for that matter. But she had been going out a lot more often and hunting. Her appetite had become insatiable and it took a lot more then normal to satisfy her lust for blood. It was this exact reason that she had found herself in Bon Temps, where she ran into Stefan. The two had some interesting conversation, and even hunted together. All in all it was a good night, which is what had brought her to invite him to stop by again.
As Angelique stood in front of the closet, she twisted a strand of hair in her hand. After a few more minutes of deciding, she pulled out a black and white corset along with a short black skirt. She would have to try and get in touch with the tailor that Waldomar knew for more "old-aged" clothing. The closet thing she could find were these corsets, along with a few horrid halloween costumes. As she slipped the outfit on, she smoothed her hands down her hips. The form fitting clothing and tight corset felt comfortable on her body, like it was made specifically for her. Her lips curled into a coy smile as she lifted a pearl necklace from her dresser and placed it around her neck. She loved the way each individual pearl seemed to shine on it's own. The pearls had been a present from Nicolae long ago, her most prized possession. It wasn't long ago that she had bought herself a matching bracelet, surprised she even found one. Once her outfit was complete she slipped on a pair of tall black boots to complete the look.
Angelique made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs, glancing at the door. So far the night seemed rather quiet, not even hearing any cars drive by. She turned at the bottom of the steps and headed towards the kitchen, standing in the doorway and staring at an unconscious female. Her lips curled into a dark grin as she walked over and ran her fingers along the woman's bare legs. She had been taking her time with this girl, having brought her home the night before. She hoped that Stefan would show up tonight, and that he might be pleased to have a snack. Of course she also hoped that he hadn't been starving himself like he had when she last saw him. Angelique walked around the table the young woman was tied to, staring at her with a sly smirk. "Not much longer now my dear" she said to the unconscious woman, stroking her hair. She let out a small laugh and then walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. She wandered through the room, staring at the many different paintings and books. She lifted a book from the shelf and lounged on the couch, patiently waiting to see if Stefan would accept her invitation.
As Angelique stood in front of the closet, she twisted a strand of hair in her hand. After a few more minutes of deciding, she pulled out a black and white corset along with a short black skirt. She would have to try and get in touch with the tailor that Waldomar knew for more "old-aged" clothing. The closet thing she could find were these corsets, along with a few horrid halloween costumes. As she slipped the outfit on, she smoothed her hands down her hips. The form fitting clothing and tight corset felt comfortable on her body, like it was made specifically for her. Her lips curled into a coy smile as she lifted a pearl necklace from her dresser and placed it around her neck. She loved the way each individual pearl seemed to shine on it's own. The pearls had been a present from Nicolae long ago, her most prized possession. It wasn't long ago that she had bought herself a matching bracelet, surprised she even found one. Once her outfit was complete she slipped on a pair of tall black boots to complete the look.
Angelique made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs, glancing at the door. So far the night seemed rather quiet, not even hearing any cars drive by. She turned at the bottom of the steps and headed towards the kitchen, standing in the doorway and staring at an unconscious female. Her lips curled into a dark grin as she walked over and ran her fingers along the woman's bare legs. She had been taking her time with this girl, having brought her home the night before. She hoped that Stefan would show up tonight, and that he might be pleased to have a snack. Of course she also hoped that he hadn't been starving himself like he had when she last saw him. Angelique walked around the table the young woman was tied to, staring at her with a sly smirk. "Not much longer now my dear" she said to the unconscious woman, stroking her hair. She let out a small laugh and then walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. She wandered through the room, staring at the many different paintings and books. She lifted a book from the shelf and lounged on the couch, patiently waiting to see if Stefan would accept her invitation.
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
[/color]IN EVERY MAN THAT I SEE.[/font][/center]
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