Post by Isabelle "Izzy" Black on Sept 20, 2013 15:33:24 GMT -7
Isabelle Black
Isabelle Elizabeth Black Eighteen Neutral Izzy, Bells Sincerity Ryudamon, DORUmon, Biyomon FACE CLAIM: Miku Hatsune ANIMANGA: Vocaloid GENDER: Female HEIGHT: Five foot, five inches WEIGHT: One-hundred-seven pounds APPEARANCE Isabelle isn't as hung up over her appearance as some teenage girls are. She has large blue eyes and an innocent face that lends her facial structure a sense of immaturity, though the illusion is compromised the instant she opens her mouth. She's naturally a pale girl, and her dislike of spending a lot of time out of the safety of climate control tends to make it unlikely that will ever change. She has extremely long light blue hair, but if told or asked to cut it, she'll merely say that she likes it long and anyone who tries to touch her hair will be getting a foot to the face. When she's only just woken up, her hair will still be down, and it'll reach around her heel, but in any other situation, her hair will be pulled up with a pair of black metal clips, left to hang down in a twin pigtails the very tip of which just brushes about her ankles. She has a shorter fringe around her face, and this is long enough to come down to her chin at the longest, thus framing her face and making her look all the younger. One of her last few permanent marks is a tattoo in red ink on her left arm right close to her armpit on the outside. This is in the design of a 01, and even if she got it without her parent or guardian's permission beforehand, she says that anyone who doesn't like it can have that conversation with her fist. Her usual outfit consists of a single light gray button-up type shirt with the sleeves removed, which she wears over top a black ruffled skirt that only comes partway down her thigh and is hemmed in light blue. Her legs are covered by black stockings that come up quite high on her thighs, the light blue hems resting at about her fingertips, and completes the look with a pair of black boots that are also accented with blue soles. She finishes the look off with a clip-on tie, the same usual trademark shade of blue, and a name tag on her breast. One of her strangest oddities, however, is the pair of gloves she wears on her arms, a dark black strip of fabric similar in appearance to bell-bottom jeans with their flare at the bottom over the fold of her fingers and the closer follow they have halfway up her bicep. She actually hides a few knives up these gloves, mainly for defensive purposes. She almost always has her fingernails painted light blue, though she will occasionally cave and paint them another color, usually a black or purple since she's rather fond of the colors. Isabelle has a very slim body, most of what little height she has afforded to her by her legs. She doesn't weigh too much, mostly because she's too busy running around to actually put a whole lot of extra fat on, if any, and she isn't afraid to show this off either. Some of the other outfits in her closet that she adores include close-fitting dresses and tight t-shirts to be paired with some short ruffled skirts. At night, when she's sleeping, she usually puts on a little silk nightgown that falls over her curves gently and comes down to maybe mid thigh. She's proud of her femininity, even if she doesn't spend hours on makeup and keeping up with her hair... mostly due to the fact that her brother hogs the bathroom for hours on end. While she's not afraid to kick the door down and throw his ass out so she can get her day moving, she doesn't generally like to hear him complain about it all day long, so usually she just finds out ways to get him out of the shower. Most of them involve changing the temperature of the water on him or using other ways to freak him out. A girl's gotta look good too, y'know. LIKES
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HISTORY Isabelle was born to a middle class family in Japan. Her father was a loving man, even if she knew he was usually in the forge, and her mother very sweet. She grew up chasing after her older brother's coattails, and while that could get her into quite some trouble sometimes, especially since she was already stubborn enough to resist most attempts to pry her too far from Percy when she didn't want to be. She may not have been pushed to learn the forge since she was a girl, but she more than made up for it with her go-getter attitude and her fierce competitiveness. Most of her memories of her childhood years consist of striving hard in school, particularly in sports as she became the star athlete of wherever she joined because of her boundless energy, and of curling up in a corner of the forge to watch her brother and her father work. Usually she was working on homework during that time, and it wasn't all too uncommon for her to fall asleep over her notes before one of the Black men would take pity on her and carry her in to bed. She ran herself ragged and it was suspected she could easily earn a scholarship to an elite charter school if she kept up with her grades and all the sports teams she joined. Sadly, it was not to be. On the eve of her last year of elementary school, her father passed away from a heart attack. Isabelle didn't attend the funeral. She knew it was her duty as the loving daughter and that her mother expected her to go... but she just couldn't find the strength to. Her father had been one of the closest ones to her, the one she'd been about to come out of the closet to, and then he was taken from her life without any warning. She spent the entire day out in an old playfort he'd made for her in the backyard, crying her eyes out while curled up in a little ball. She ended up falling asleep there and she very well probably would have spent the night there except for the fact that someone took her from the little building. Even then, though, she was still soaked from the heavy storm that was passing through and ended up having to stay in bed with a fever. When she went back to school, things had changed. She wasn't a part of the sports teams anymore. She barely participated in class. She simply was. The only reason Isabelle hung on was Percy. She knew what her brother was doing to try to help them survive, and while she didn't want him to work himself into the ground, she realized that she had to at least put an effort into things. With that in mind, she began to put herself back together again, helping her mother around the house and shoving the matter of her questionable sexuality to the farthest corner of her mind. She faked smiles to try to assure her family that she was all right and she did whatever she could to try to ease the burden from the shoulders of the rest of her family. She would make it. For her family. That was around the time that she first discovered the drama club. She loved being able to act, and she soon fell right in with them, a surprise given the fact that she could have easily become a cheerleader if she had wanted to. She loved it. It was a relief to be able to do whatever she wanted, be who she wanted to be, and she excelled at it. If only things would have worked out that way for Isabelle. No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn't seem to do anything about how sad her mother was without her husband at her side anymore and how much her brother seemed to be drawing away from her. She couldn't handle it, and not wanting to be left alone, she turned to the attention of others. She dated numerous girls, bringing them home without a care in the world, and then it all came crashing down. Her mother caught her with her tongue down another girl's throat when she was thirteen. The pity party was over. Isabelle's mother freaked out over finding out her daughter's sexuality. She tried to keep the girl from getting into things, but it was too late. The younger Black had had a taste of freedom and the high life and she wasn't going to stop until someone made her stop. She felt loved and needed and like she could just be herself. She was important. It wasn't that she didn't love her mom, far from it, but rather that she resented her for trying to restrict who she loved and how. And then the world ended. The Digimon had invaded the real world... and she was scared. Percy was going out to fight in a war, and she was terrified that one day he'd wouldn't come home. She realized that she had to act. She started training, learning how to fight and forgetting her carefree, lazy days of singing and dancing. And then her partner appeared when she was sixteen. From then on, she knew what she had to do. She took matters into her own hands and went out looking for fights. She tried to help the people on the walls, like her brother did. She tried to keep the Digimon away. And she tried to prove that she was just as tough as Percy was. And then she was given a way out. At the age of seventeen, a talent scout in the audience of one of the last plays she was in approached her. She was being recruited to be a television star. And with her mother's encouragement, she took it. She became an actress and slowly began climbing through the ranks, soon landing a role as a popular lesbian DJ by the name of Leslie Sparks on the television show Sweet Sixteen, which told of the "nightly events" of a ficticious club in the trendiest part of Los Angeles. But she still tries to fight. Because to give up would mean to give up everything. And despite the bodyguards and the money and the fans... she still can't bring herself to stop until she's proven once and for all that she's just as tough as Percy is. MEMBER NAME: Kuroya AGE: Fuck OTHER CHARACTERS: Hailey Pershing, Tristan Hardy, Taylor Kendricks, Lance Mallory, Alexander Kain, Hyun Kwan, Jeremiah Webster, Nathaniel Ainsworth. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE You |
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