Post by isabella marie daemon on Jan 12, 2010 3:45:51 GMT -5
'isabella !
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I'll keep you my dirty little secret
( dirty little secret )
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
( Just another regret, hope that you can keep it )
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?
now now, don't pay all the attention to isabella daemon because there's another midnight massacre in our clutches, and that's ellie. she just so happens to have been slashing for twenty-one years. although they may seem a bit sketchy, they're totally female. you could say they've had mucho experience at their misery business. *cough cough* exactly three to four years. you may have noticed they impersonate jenna aiken too. but, they're best at playing themselves! :]] [/color]
neato 'name player !
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babe, i've been checking you out for twenty-five years. that babe has been living under the name of isabella marie daemon, but you can call her iz, izzy, or bella. she's totally off limits though 'cause she's from babergh. this dope player has been working through their parol by becoming an art teacher, and former actress. they came into this god forsaken world on december 13, 1984, and ever since they've been charming the boys, baby, whoot! have they had a handful!
you're 'kinda cute!
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dudee 'the hair! wavy, either dark brown with highlights, or blonde, and shoulder length, though she has cut it short on a whim several times in the past
oh em gee, those eyes! average size, dark brown, almost black
geez, look at those tats! none, though she has a faint scar on the left side of her neck from where a tattoo she had as a teen was lasered off; she has piercings in both her tongue and the bottom of her navel
gawd, skinnyy...! five foot seven inches, 145(ish) pounds
wowee, hott stuff!
Let's start at the top and work to the bottom, shall we? For starters, Izzy loves her hair - it's naturally wavy, and grows rather fast, which means she can cut it super short and have it grown down to her shoulders again in about two years ( that's fast in terms of hair, trust me ). Right now, the thick stuff falls to about six inches below her shoulders, though that could change at any time. Her eyebrows are naturally well-shaped, and rest above average-sized, extremely dark, brown eyes. Her nose and lips are average in size and shape as well, though Isabella knows exactly how to make the latter appear more enticing. The sharp jawline of her oval shaped face adds to the overall femininity of her looks, rather than detracting from it, which her mum told her to be thankful for on numerous occasions when she was growing up.
Standing at five foot seven inches, Izzy looks skinnier than she really is - the fact that a majority of her 145 pounds is muscle probably has something to do with it. She carries herself with a grace that most young women around her age only dream about, and when you combine that with her slender, curvy figure, you've got the ultimate charmer on your hands, something Isabella has used to her advantage on more than one occasion. Despite her delicate and decidedly feminine appearance, she has the skills to stand up for herself quite well both physically and verbally speaking ( no pun intended ). To put it bluntly, she's the definition of the phrase "looks can be deceiving" - but you'll learn more on that later.
you're 'okay nice!
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i love! curling up with a good book, hot chocolate, warm and/or dark colors, romantic comedies, science fiction, the smell of leather, getting caught in the rain, the color red ( it's her favorite color ), exotic flowers, t.v. shows that make her think, painting/art, teaching students who actually want to learn, Italian food, getting and giving gifts that are thought out and meaningful, foreign languages, the silence
eh, i hate! pineapple, the use of vulgar language ( even though she swears from time to time ), not being able to listen to music, idiotic people, snow, being lied to/liars, drunkards, men who try too hard to flirt with her, being recognized, spicy foods, upsetting Daniel, pointless arguments, tea without sugar or flavoring, extremely noisy places, being forced to keep tabs on James
i always do that thing! unconsciously drums against whatever she can get her hands on when she's bored, hums to herself when she's deep in thought, taps her tongue ring against her teeth when she's nervous or anxious
wow! you scared me! drowning, being at someone else's mercy, being...fired
i wish i may, i wish i might! to disappear/be forgotten, to be able to make an impact on those around her, to be someone's hero
sweety, you don't know the half of it!
[ooc :: because the personality section of davie's app looked so cool, I'm copying it. xP]
passionate - adj. having, compelled by, or ruled by intense emotion or strong feeling; fervid
Isabella has a habit of throwing her whole being into whatever it is she's doing, whether it be teaching art, arguing a point, or learning something new. Though it's hard to get close to her on a more personal basis, a brighter, more outgoing side of her is revealed when she's really into something. Her boundless love for art rubs off on her students in a big way, and as of yet, she hasn't had a student in her class who hasn't walked away with a new appreciation for art by the end of the school year. The same goes for anything else in her life. She's constantly putting all of her energy into doing the things she loves, and succeeds where most would burn out and/or give up.
deceptive - adj. perceptually misleading
Isabella isn't purposefully deceptive - it's more of a deeply ingrained habit than anything else. It's also part of the reason she dislikes liars so much. She can tell right off the bat when she's being lied to because she's so good at being misleading herself, which is both a blessing and a curse, in her eyes. Much of her life, she lied for a living - these days, she tries to be more honest, but when you've been doing things a certain way for more than half your life, it's hard to suddenly do things any other way. What do you mean she lied for a living, you might ask? That's just how she views acting. Some might say that's a pessimistic opinion, but to her, it's the honest truth.
alluring - adj. very attractive or tempting; enticing; seductive
Isabella doesn't really like the fact that her looks draw so much attention in such a small town, but when she was acting, she was constantly using her looks to her advantage. Her outfits are usually plain or understated, but every once in a while, she'll dress herself up on whim, just to see what kind of reaction she can get out of people. There's no mistaking the fact that she's a beautiful young woman - however, she is one of the few who would rather be known for the things she's done, and she rarely flaunts her looks unless she has to, or she's in the mood to do so. Despite her efforts to draw as little attention to herself as possible, she still manages to attract the notice of the opposite sex with hardly any effort, something that upsets her quite a lot on most occasions.
standoffish - adj. somewhat aloof or reserved
Isabella has always had a tough time fully opening up or trusting people. She knows better than to be outright rude to people, but she has a habit of becoming jittery and paranoid when someone starts asking too many questions, and will make some excuse to remove herself from their company, which often comes off as rude even though she doesn't intend for it to happen. Most of her past is shrouded in mystery - she refuses to talk about what she did in Babeburg before moving to the United States at the age of sixteen, and when she talks about life after her move, she shares very little. No one at Lumini has managed to connect her to Danielle Janine Compton - the alias she used as an actress - for which she extremely grateful.
mysterious - adj. simultaneously arousing wonder and inquisitiveness, and eluding explanation or comprehension
Isabella is described as a secretive, mysterious creature more often than anything else. In fact, her mysterious nature goes hand in hand with her standoffish personality, and when the two are combined, people often misunderstand and assume that she's being purposely coy, when she really isn't. Where some see her refusal to share about herself as rude, others, especially the teenagers she teaches, she it as an excuse to make up elaborate fairytale rumors about her, something she finds rather amusing. According to the boys, she's an exotic dancer who came to the US to escape her cruel boss, and according to the girls, she's a princess who ran away from home to avoid an arranged marriage. Kids and their imaginations these days...
you're 'kinda messed up!
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ma && pa
*BIOLOGICAL MOTHER - unknown
*BIOLOGICAL FATHER - unknown
*ADOPTIVE FATHER - Daniel Grey
those little weasels! None
them relatives! Ditto
shedding little monsters! A German Shepherd puppy named Dom.
back in the day!
It all started on a bus in the middle of December. A dark-haired young woman of no more than twenty-one or twenty-two clutched at her boyfriend's arm, her grip like an iron vice as pain tore through her. Some ten hours of screaming and cursing later, Isabella Marie Daemon was brought into the world. An unloved and unwanted inconvenience from the very beginning, she was put up for adoption on the spot, her biological parents showing no signs of remorse as they informed the doctor of their plans. Fast forward to nine years later. Izzy bounced from foster home to foster home for those nine years, but as of yet, no one had been able to "handle" her. And boy did she need to be handled. Despite how young she was, the feeling that there was something big missing from her life tore at her day in and day out, making her petulant and disrespectful.
Things changed when she landed her in fifteenth home at the age of ten. Daniel Grey was a no-nonsense man who never called her by anything other than Isabella, unless she was in trouble - then he called her by her full name. The first time that happened, she felt something she hadn't even felt before when being scolded by her foster parents. Guilt and genuine fear curled in her belly as Daniel's booming voice sent her name echoing through the small apartment they lived in together. Head down, she crept into the kitchen, where her caretaker stood in front of the pantry, arms folded across his expansive chest. Before he had time to say a word, Izzy broke down, wailing as she confessed to beating up a kid in her class who had called Daniel a faggot. She hadn't known what the word meant, but the distaste that had bled through in the boy's tone and facial expression had been enough to send the small girl over the edge.
To her surprise, she wasn't punished for the incident. Instead, Daniel - big, intimidating Daniel - knelt down and hugged her, a single tear rolling down his cheek. When Izzy asked him why he was crying, he told her that it was because he was so happy that she loved him enough to beat up a boy twice her size just for calling him a nasty name. Puzzled, the ten and a half year old pulled back and looked up at him, a frown gracing her childish features. The concept of love was completely foreign to her, but if it filled her with this strange, warm feeling, and got her more hugs from Daniel, then she was all for it. Things started looking up for Isabella from then on. Daniel began teaching the small girl self-defense moves ( which she really didn't need, considering she had managed to beat up a ten year old boy twice her size all on her own ), and she started becoming more friendly and involved in school. She starred in her first school play at thirteen, and as far as her acting career went, the rest is history.
Isabella was fifteen when the first movie she performed in came out, and she managed to attract the attention of some important people with her fighting skills, much to Daniel's dismay. You see, she attracted the attention of the British Intelligence Agency - the same agency that Daniel had worked for up until he decided to adopt Isabella and quit. What made it worse for him was that she was actually interested in listening to what the Agency had to say. It took a month, but between Izzy's begging and pleading ( and puppy dog eyes and pouts ), and the Agency's promise that she wouldn't be put in harms way until she was of age and able to make the decision for herself, Daniel finally gave in. She started training immediately, impressing the other new recruits with success after success. Isabella may have been a girl, but she was one of the best damn potential operatives the BIA had seen in years. She could do everything the boys did, and with less whining, too. Acting became her cover. Since was already using an alias to avoid too much publicity, it was an easy switch.
A year later saw Isabella and Daniel moving to the United States to expand her skill as an actress. Even though acting was just her cover now, it was still something the young woman enjoyed doing, and since she was cooperative when it came to ops and things like that, the BIA let her do what she wanted, for the most part. She flew back and forth from the U.S. to England a lot, but since she was an actress, her movements weren't questioned. Life went on in this fashion for another seven years before Isabella grew tired of acting and decided to take a few years off and put all her focus on working for the BIA She went deep undercover "behind enemy" lines, acting as an inside source in the same covert operation that was to be James Hawkins first. Unfortunately, there was a last minute change that Isabella didn't have time to let Headquarters know about the day of the op, so the whole thing was blown. She could do nothing more than watch as agent after agent was shot down, and James Hawkins turned tail and ran. By the time suspicion was cast on her, she was long gone, out of harms way, never to be seen again by the men she had deceived.
The second her debriefing was over, Isabella went home to a frantic Daniel. He had heard all about the blown op, and had been terrified, worrying that something had happened to her. She soothed the now forty-seven year old man by telling him that the BIA had put her on forced leave. They didn't blame her for the failure of the op, but they still wanted her to take some time off to recuperate and regain her "balance". No one said it, but she knew that they were worried that she had been in too deep, and they wanted to give her time to shake off her cover persona before they put her back out in the field. She had been given a task to complete while she was on leave, however. Though James Hawkins had been "dealt with" once the BIA had caught up to him, she was charged with keeping an eye on him, just to make sure he didn't stick his nose where it didn't belong. That meant that when James moved to Chicago to teach at Lumini, Isabella followed, and took up teaching art.
that girl makes me dizzy!
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yeahh, i'm pretty hardcore!
Srsly? *sighs* Well, since Izzy is a complicated little sweetheart, I suppose I'll give you a sample of her 'tude. ;]
"Isabella Marie Daemon, if you don't get out of bed right now, you're going to be late for work because you don't have enough time to get ready!" A male voice called up the stairs, causing Isabella to roll her eyes, a grin curling her lips. She'd be up since five thirty that morning, and Daniel knew it. Hopping into the shower to wash away the sweat from her morning exercises ( and making sure not to get her hair wet ), she came tromping down the stairs less than ten minutes later, tugging on a black v-neck cable knit sweater over her red tank top. Daniel took one look at her appearance and laughed. "Jeans and a sweater. That's so like you, Isabella." The twenty-five year old simply smiled at her adoptive father, giving the forty-nine year old an affectionate peck on the cheek as she nabbed a piece of cinnamon toast off his plate and bolted for the door. "Love ya, Dad, I'll see you when I get home." Her toast between her teeth and her keys in her hand, she was halfway out the door by the time she heard Daniel yelling something about fettuccini for dinner and not being late.
Isabella ate as she drove, mentally going through her lesson plans for the day. She had decided to surprise her students and hold class outside the classroom so they could do some photography. It was one of the reasons she made such a great teacher - she taught about more traditional mediums of art, like paints and pastels, but she also taught about photography as an art and things like that. Humming along to the faint sounds of the radio, Isabella was soon pulling into the teacher's parking lot at Lumini High School. Grabbing her purse and her laptop bag, she set the alarm on her car, then headed inside. Her destination? The first floor of Hall D, aka, the Senior Wing. She was one of the few teachers who honestly didn't mind dealing with Seniors. Most teachers automatically assumed that because their students were Seniors, they would simply slack off and not put any effort into their last year. Not in Isabella's class, however, oh no. She knew the majority of her students were smarter than they looked and acted, and she didn't take any crap from them. Some students complained that she was too tough, but most flourished under her teaching, revealing talent where other adults saw nothing.
Reaching her room, she unlocked the door and pushed inside, putting her things down on her desk. As she was retrieving what she would need to teach her first class of the day from her bag, Isabella's ears caught the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Though school wasn't due to start for another ten minutes or so, she already had students arriving. The next ten minutes passed in a blur of cordial morning greetings and the sound of students chatter amongst each other, and before she knew it, the bell was ringing. Hefting her camera in her hands, Isabella strode to the front of the classroom. "Good morning boys and girls. I trust you all know what this object in my right hand is?" Every head nodded - not a snicker or sarcastic, whispered comment was heard, and she smiled inwardly, glad that this year's class had caught on so quickly. "Excellent. There are camera's in that black file cabinet up against the back wall. I'd like for each of you to grab one and then head for the main hall. Do not take any pictures until I tell you to do so." One by one, the students lined up to grab a camera, then filed out of the room.
Once they'd all reached the main hall, Isabella called their attention back to her. "Today's lesson is about more than just taking pictures, ladies and gentlemen." She announced. "I want all of you to pick something you see here and photograph it in such a way that it is unrecognizable, and tells a story completely unrelated to its true form. You may begin." Glancing at her watch, she decided to give them fifteen minutes to work on their own before she started looking over what they had done. Some of her students came to her to show her pictures they had taken, and Isabella was impressed by the skill some of them displayed. The fifteen minutes was over sooner than she expected, and she began to wander from student to student, talking with them about the pictures they had taken, or the story they wanted their picture to tell. She herded them back to class once she noticed that only ten minutes were left in the period. "So," She said once everyone was settled. "What did you guys learn in today's lesson?" One of her more shy students, a sophomore by the name of Mackenzie, raised her hand. "Good photography is hard than it looks?"
A few students laughed quietly, but Isabella raised a hand. "Now c'mon, guys, that's a valid observation. You're absolutely right, Miss Flores, good photography is harder than it looks. There's more to it than just pushing a button - you have to think about what type of lighting your taking the picture in, if it's an action shot or a still shot, how you want the subject of your photo to look...a lot of detail goes into those beautiful pictures you see in magazines." Setting her camera down on her desk, she turned to her students. "Tonight, for homework, I want you to write the story that goes with your photo. It can be anything you want, just make sure it's convincing. I want to be able to look at your picture and believe the story that goes with it, and be shocked when I hear what it's actually a picture of." One of the boys in the back of her class raised his hand. "Yes Mister Jameson?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. If he was going to ask her a stupid question... "So, we can say whatever we want about our picture?" Isabella nodded, surprised that Erik had asked a semi-worthwhile question. "Yes, say whatever you want. I want to see what amazing things you guys can come up with."
my place, or yours! original, baby!
babe, you still talking! ADMIN EDIT?!
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