Post by kataki on Nov 4, 2008 16:05:55 GMT -5
Isabella:: is presented by
May, who's been roleplaying for three months and isfifteen years old.
May, who's been roleplaying for three months and isfifteen years old.
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NStandard Data ◊
The birth certificate reads isabella tazumi
But You Better Call Me bella
I've Seen the World For seventeen years
As I've Been Around Since march seventeenth
Making Myself Known As student && school supplies manager
I Classify As a human
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NMirror, Mirror ◊
Bella managed to gain a slight tan over the years by spending endless amounts of time in the sun but, like always, the sun has failed to rid her of the pale glow completely. A bit of a flush is nearly almost on her face at all times because of her personality and the things that happen to her which is good, for it gives a little bit of life to her. Her hair is a jet black colour, though this is not a uncommon thing among the people in Japan. It runs down to her breasts in an uneven jagged layer unless she decides to put it up in a ponytail, though a few strands of hair always manage to escape. Whether this is on purpose or not is completely unknown. She doesn't like to me completely skinny to the point where a lot of men say is only acceptable because she believes that it's unnatural and too much of a hassle. If she has to look like that for you, then keep moving. She isn't fat either, because she does believe that you need to watch your weight like any other women normally does. Normally, she will wear simple tank tops or things that aren't very fancy and are suitable for the weather but whenever a certain somebody is around she always seems to have something a bit fancier.
Her fingers are long and her arms are a bit lanky, yet they somehow compliment her slightly larger body nicely. Her nails are usually just the same but every once in a while she'll put a shade of grey or purple on them, just to see what the people who enter the store will do and see who notices the details. Her facial expression is usually very calm but whenever certain people get around her she finds that she has jitters and she'll be forced to focus on not looking like a complete idiot all the time. Usually, this only happens whenever she is wearing those fancy dresses of hers but other people have been known to make her look stupid.
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N What I've Done ◊
Isabella has always sort of been the odd man out wherever she went, though she occasionally was popular through certain years of school. Her parents had given her a very strange name for a japanese child but they had believed that about a year after she was born they were going to be relocated because of her fathers job and that they would be going to America, thus they decided that they would make her name something that wouldn't sound so freaky in a different country. The first few months of her life were simply a breeze. She was a quiet baby and didn't cry unless provoked for some reason or she woke up in the night very cranky, like any other baby would naturally do. After that she was starting to sleep more soundly through the night and she got even more things then usual, work apparently going very well for her father. Then, about four months later, the company broke, and, in her mothers opinion, very harshly broke the news to him that they were not going to be going anywhere, because they let him go. He had been a doctor and was always very passionate about his work but apparently they had too many people who had more education and that they believed could do a more effecient job then he could. Bella's mother attempted to soothe him for three years and in those agonizingly slow three years her mother was forced into a poor routine. A nice day with her daughter and then an brutal beating in the evening. At the end of those three years, Bella's mother was so brutally beat that she was killed.
Twelve years later, her father had been killed. She'd been in foster care for all that time and had lived a rather normal life that many kids do have, subract the rather large variety of coming and going family members. It was really of no business to her whenever her father died and whenever she found it was apparently known that some sort of sick person who called himself Kira had done this she was torn between two choices. She loved him and she hated him. What if he made a mistake by killing somebody who'd been accused and were actually innocent? After some time she decided that he likely got more people who were bad than people who were good so it wasn't all horrible. A year later, she was closer to him then she expected but she'd never be able to fully figure out who he was, unless he wanted her to know.
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N Take a Look ◊
Isabella does not really have a set mind with anybody, and it would be too complicated to explain why she reacts certain and different ways to the same thing. Whenever she goes to one place for the first time she always acts as if she isn't there and if she could dissolve into walls then she most certainly would. Usually, whenever she tries to look as if she doesn't want to be there the more often she will trip over and stumble on things, which means she doesn't hardly manage to seem like she isn't there. After she gets settled in with a certain crowd she tends to be more of a follower then a leader, finding it simple and easy to listen to what her friends did and simply to add the appropriate words here and there so that they thought she was paying attention to them.
Of course, there were always times whenever certain things would catch her attention to where she would pay very close attention but with a few people she attentively listened to every word they said all the time. She is a klutz and hates having to talk in front of crowds because she always ends up stumbling no matter what and ends up getting hurt. At least she knows the doctors very well. Only a few people can manage to get close to her, because of what has happened to her family.
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N Just Move ◊
Can't beat me at writing, reading, and planning
Though you may win at physical meetings, forcing me to do something, walking.
I Like Kira, Raito, Writing, and Planning
I Don't L, Foster Parents, Losing.
Keep Away Uneven Ground, Extreme Technology, and blotchy pens.
Abilities writing.
Weapons mace
Alliance Kira
Extra
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N Show and Tell ◊
My pale skin was nothing compared to that of Edward's, his skin looking like a extremely good make up artist had been trying to make him look dead, and, in a way that made him sick, he was technically dead. My fingers had been cold in the days that he'd been gone but not they felt extremely hot, almost has hot as my face, now that I was able to once more touch him.
"Bella, just because I love you doesn't mean that I will condemn you because you want to live forever with me!" His voice was velvety and I had longed to hear any form of words from him for a long time now.
"But..."
I awoke with a start, my skin had a layer of sweat and Edward was still watching me, his restless eyes locked upon me. They were a mixture of gold and black as if he couldn't make his mind up about something, and with a start I remembered that I usually said things when I was dreaming. Especially when it was about him.
"I'm sorry.."
His face was a mixture of pain and anger and sadness, yet I knew all too well that he was only angry because he thought he had done something terrible to me. The pain was likely a mixture with the sadness, a longing to allow me to be like him yet a sadness because he knew he'd never allow himself to do have something like that happen without using every ounce of his being to stop it.
"I'm still surprised I haven't grown used to it, Bella." His voice soothed my anger at myself, for he knew all too well what I'd be thinking afterwords.
"I just wish you wouldn't have to get used to it anymore.." My voice was unexplainably small as I cuddled against his hard and cold body, sad that he'd either have to make a decision soon before it was too late.
"Please.." My voice was more pleading then usual, yet his face was stern.
"Bella. Please, don't start.."
It was going to be a long day. I could feel it.
