Post by ``Isabella Valentine * on Jun 1, 2009 23:01:03 GMT -5
`ISABELLA ROSE VALENTINE!
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`THE CITY LOOKS SO PRETTY!
[/font]NICKNAMES Isabel, Izzy, Fatality.
AGE Eighteen
GENDER Female.
SPECIES Vampire(Leader of the Anima clan)
RELIGON Satanist
SEXUALITY Straight
STATUS Single
OCCUPATION OR GRADE Is an assassin secretly, trains horses in spare time, and is studying to be a psychologist.
PLAY BY Alessandra Ambrosio
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`DO YOU WANT TO BURN IT WITH ME?
[/font]Heavy metal, guys, animals, horses, nature, being a bitch, blood, her clan, messing with people.
ISABELLA DISLIKES Pop music, snobs, cleaning, beer, people who abuse animals, whiskey, country music, cats, dresses, earrings.
FEARS Holy water, a cross, not being able to save an animal that needs help.
SECRETS She absolutely adores Anton(king/elder of Black Dahlia) and knows that he's a Slayer. Everytime she gets the chance, she never hurts him but at the same time, has this bad habit of flirting with every guy she feels wants to be flitred with.
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Arrogance;; Some say its because she leads the Anima clan. Others say arrogance was imprinted in her blood. She is from the Valentine family. A family that is arrogant and each generation had an assassin in it. And killing makes her arrogant and overly-confident.
Romantic;; Now even though shes a bitch, she is one of the most romantic women around when she falls in love. However, shes never fallen in love with anyone. Secretly, shes in love with Anton, ever-so-slightly. Everytime she says shes going to kill him, then she sees him, its hard for her. It really is sad because if she killed him, the Slayers would lose some form of authority. But shes a very passionate woman when shes in love with someone.
Flirty;; Well, whats there to say? Izzy is a natural seductress and she knows how to do it. Its easy for her. She loves it. Now, it may be surprising, but shes a virgin. She won't let a man touch her in that way. She does realize, however, they are sometimes tempted by her beauty, her naturally sultry voice, her whispers and occasional kisses but if they ever touch her, they'll die. No one has ever touches Izzy in a sexual way and lived to tell about it.
Love for nature;; Well, her other love is animals and nature. If anyone does something to mess with nature, she'll get mad. Even if its something as simple as cutting down a tree, she is depresses for a long time. She has a lot of animals. Horses, dogs, snakes, rabbits, spiders. You name it, shes got it. She can find an animal somewhere near her house, she'll pick it up and take it home. It doesn't bother her in the least. Shes not a girly-girl either. She'll pick up any kind of bug and take it home as a pet.
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`COME ON AND GRAB YOUR CHILDREN!
[/font]You want an example post? Fo shizzle.
Because it's your fucking flock heading to the butcher
As the tears began to burn like acid
As they spill from his eyes
Sewing the eyes shut of the man who saw god
And ceasing the lies that spill from his jaw
And as I torture and kill
The ones who followed him
In his lies
As the tears began to burn like acid
As they spill from his eyes
Sewing the eyes shut of the man who saw god
And ceasing the lies that spill from his jaw
And as I torture and kill
The ones who followed him
In his lies
Life is a bitch. Life isn't worth living. The only reason she kept herself alive anymore is because she had to be here to take care of Raiden. She couldn't die in peace knowing she left her son here to die. It would be selfish to leave him. Maybe if no one knew about her, maybe if no one would know she was gone, she could disappear without anyone mourning over her and she could go without anyone being left behind. She couldn't leave anyone behind that didn't care. But suicide was in her name. Suicide Silence. Named after her grandmother's death. She killed herself and no one knew, no one talked about it, no one cared. Everyone was silent about her death. Her grandma had run herself through with a branch. Right through her chest. Silence was born under the very tree that was stained with her grandmother's blood. Her death was fresh so the blood dripped in Silence's maw as soon as she was cleaned of the afterbirth. She had blood before milk. Blood tasted better. Blood was sweeter. Weird? Damn right it was. And to this day, Silence chose blood over water. But these thoughts of her past were just curtains to cover up the tragedy back at Wild Equines. A fire. How cliche. A fucking fire...how...fucking...cliche was that shit? Heartless and her flicka were both dead. Their blood had boiled into a steam so there wasn't anything she could get out of them. The ladies and gentlemen whom had made their homes in Avarice, the sub land owners had also been burned to death by hell's flames. Unforgiving flames engulfed most of Wild Equines and now, she and Raiden were at this unknown and mysterious land, alone. No home. But the bitch that owned a main land here was kind and let her and Raiden stay here. She said that these were one of the sub lands so it would be good to explore a bit. Maybe there was a slim chance that she would find her devil king.
Ebon tresses were pressed together like dread locks. Her long forelock remained intact in the inferno. The vixen laid orbs on a thorn bush and ran her tresses along the thorns, letting the matted and burnt parts fall easily from the other hairs. She looked over at Raiden, fear painted over his tiny facade. "Raiden, calm down, darling. We're safe now. Okay? You'll be fine" she whispered in his little audits as his carcass trembled with fear. "W-wheres daddy? I-is he o-o-okay?" his voice came, trembling as violently as his body. A soft sigh came from her nasal passages, tainting the oxygen with her blood-scented breath. With crimson tinted dentals, she picked a burnt twig from Raiden's singed ebon mane. "Yes, sweetie. Daddy is fine. And we'll find him. Trust me" her words came with a sweet smile across her velveteen lips. She was lying to herself and lying to her son. She didn't want to see tears stain his sweet ebony cheeks.
A farmiliar scent drifted into her nares, playing at her senses. It had a slightly charred touch to the scent she knew and loved. It had to be him. It had to be Hannibal. Her visage was held high but she couldn't quite see over the glare of the sun. She pulled at Raiden's mane gently to get him to follow her. Appendages carried her 17 hand corpse across the terra slowly. Her hazel hued oculars scanned the land before her. A low-pitched nicker floated across the wind like musical notes across a piece of paper. So clearly it came and it sounded so familiar that happiness took over the hopelessness that had flooded her mind. Her limbs seemed to carry her at a trot involuntarily. Raiden cantered in front of her. He seemed to catch sight of the ebony baron a second before she did. "Daddy! Momma, look! Its daddy!" the young prince yelled. It caught her attention even more as she saw him standing there in the distance. Her strong pillars carried her over at a fast canter, her heart racing.
Was this just a hallucination? From the smoke inhalation? No, it couldn't be because Raiden saw him, too. The ebony witch stopped in front of her king and was at a loss of words. She buried her facade in his burnt tresses, taking in his scent. The took her mug from his mane and touched her muzzle to his. When Raiden was running down the hill, he didn't stop in time so he crashed into Hannibal's chest, falling on his back with a giggle from his maw. "Daddy! Me and momma missed you! It was like, really weird. Momma has been in a super extra bad mood lately, just so you know. She even killed this one guy because he called her...um. Momma, what was the word?" he asked, looking up at his ebon dam, rolling over to get back up onto his appendages. "Don't worry about it, love" she said and smiled. "Okay, well, it was a bad word. Anyway, daddy, we really, really missed you" he said, his tone loud and excited. The ebony femmora nodded. "I didn't think you got out of the fire. I thought that you....." she trailed off, not wanting to think about the worst thing that could have happened but it didn't. All that mattered was that Hannibal was here and she didn't plan on being separated from him any time soon. Her pelt was dull and didn't glimmer like it used to because of the thin gray blanket of ash covering her. Raiden was the same way. The cool breeze felt wonderful compared to the blazing heat of the fire that she and Raiden were trapped in. She shook her ebony locks, feeling a little bit of dust falling from her mane. Her oculars were glued to Hannibal but they occasionally glanced back down at Raiden and his bubbling happiness to be with his father again. And Silence was just as happy.
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