SELAEN, isabella tristan

[isabella]

ISABELLA TRISTAN SELAEN !?
'I feel that I should go and play with the thunder'

FULL NAME Isabella Tristan Selaen
NICKNAMES Izzy, Bella, Laen
AGE 161, looks 25
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY October 25, 1850
SPECIES Fallen Angel
ALLIANCE Darkness
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Evan Rachel Wood
EYES Blue-grey, almond shaped
HAIR Golden blond, just longer than shoulder length, very fine and silky
BODY TYPE Super slim
HEIGHT 5'7
WEIGHT 110
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Bright white smile.
STYLE Isabella's style is rather feminine. Little dresses, ballet flats, heels all acceptable. She can occasionally be spotted in jeans and a cardigan, but that's rare. She almost never wear sneakers. Makeup is a little heavier than normal, lined eyes and bright eyeshadows. She is almost constantly wearing a thin silver chain bracelet.

LIKES At least 10.

• Silk
  
• Pillows
  
• Secrets
  
• Kittens
  
• Soft textures
  
• Dr. Pepper
  
• Video games
  
• Men
  
• Cheesecake
  
• Silver
  
• Roses
  
• Thunderstorms
  
• Cold
  
• Heavy blankets
  
• Men's Cologne
  
• Corsets
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Rough or unrefined textures
  
• Humidity
  
• Overly floral or sweet smells
  
• Dogs
  
• Casual female fashion
  
• Showing her shoulder blades
  
• Creatures with wings
  
• Snow
  
• Grapes
  
• Sneakers
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Creative in all senses of the word
  
• Protective over her loved ones
  
• Able to keep secrets
  
• Charming
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Too secretive
  
• Rude to strangers
  
• Too Critical of Self
  
• Super Jealous
  
• Obsessive Personality
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Bites her fingernails
  
• Whispers to herself
  
• Plays with her hair far too much
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Being entirely alone for all eternity
  
• Never being accepted for her failure
  
• Never figuring out who she is
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• To be a successful artist
  
• To find a man who deserves her
  
• To make up for her failure
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• Has absolutely no self confidence
  

OVERALL
Isabella is a funny little thing. She's an artist of all kinds: painter, singer, writer, photographer. She likes her dresses and being feminine, but doesn't think she's pretty at all. First impressions with her are almost always negative as she has a hard time with strangers. If you can push past the initial rudeness, however, this pretty girl will charm your socks off. She seems to always know the right things to say to get what she wants, so she can be a bit manipulative. She's not generally a flirt, but under the right circumstances... That charm can blossom into banter worth of a movie script.

She's witty, funny, happy-go-lucky, and has a vicious temper if you catch her the right way. Thing is that it all depends on how you approach her and how she's feeling that particular day. She can be influenced, can be coaxed into behaving a certain way but proper incentive must be given. Give her any amount of information about you and she'll file it away. The girl has a near photographic memory for places and an even sharper mind for facts. She seems like a grouping of opposites, but they all work together to form one interesting personality.

MOTHER Justine Maria Thornton Selaen, deceased.
FATHER Marcus Luke Selaen, deceased.
SIBLINGS Lucas Quinn Selaen, deceased.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE None.
ETHNICITY American.
WEALTH STATUS Upper Middle Class
OVERALL
Isabella was raised by her parents in the outskirts of the city of New Orleans. They lives a moderately wealthy lifestyle, with one or two slaves who lived on the edge of their property. In reality, it had been the slaves who raised little Isabella, since her father was away on business and her mother was much too busy trying to turn her younger brother Lucas into an heir for her father. Her younger years have become almost a blur to the fallen as nothing terribly interesting happened and she has many other things to keep track of. She was married young, though her husband would be the death of her quite literally. At the age of twenty five, she was beaten to death by her drunkard husband. She was buried in a beautiful mausoleum to save her body from the ravages of being below sea level. A stone angel stood guard, which Isabella would later find amusing.

Upon accepting her death, she was given the position of guardian angel. She enjoyed this period of her life immensely. Training seemed to fly by. She learned the rules and accepted them as her way of life. Decade after decade flew by and she remained chargeless. Heaven was beautiful, but it held no power over the girl. She wanted to be like the others, to have a charge to take care of so she could venture beyond the Pearly Gates. Time seemed to crawl by, as she never aged. Seen as almost an outcast for not being one of the chosen, Isabella kept to herself practically all the time. During this time, she inwardly fell apart. Why had she been dragged for eternal rest to this... middle existence? If she had lived a good enough life to be chosen as a guardian, where was her charge? Self esteem crumbled into nothing as the time passed.

Skip ahead to the year 2002. Isabella had long since given up hope of being gifted a charge and had holed herself in a corner of the clouds. Imagine her shock and surprise when she was finally called in, handed a scroll. A picture of a man... A name... A location. Neil Jasper Lion... Such a beautiful sounding name... Such a beautiful man. Although she had nothing, isabella knew at that moment what she had been destined for. She would meet this Neil and protect him forever. Upon descending to the human world once more, Isabella was made aware of a war in which her charge was fighting. Afghanistan... That seemed such a far away exotic place. It seemed her Neil was a soldier in this war and that made her job extra difficult.

As it turned out, all of that time stuck up in the clouds paid off. She knew the training inside and out and managed to protect her Neil through his tour in the war. She followed him home, met his family, watched him fall apart from the stress of it all. She followed him to the bars and into the whorehouses as he tried to forget the faces of people he'd killed. She said nothing, did not intervene. He was safe and that was all that mattered. One night, though, on the way home from the bar... Neil was assaulted. A man in a mask shot her charge through the head while the angel tried to warn him. The man stole Neil's money and left him to die in an alley. As her charge took his last breaths, Isabella was able to materialize, to apologize for being unable to save him. he told her she was beautiful, whoever she was, and died.

The angel was returned to heaven, sentenced to banishment for failing at her job. Everyone in heaven, it seemed, was not surprised she had failed. She had been strange in the first place. She never deserved a charge. In front of everyone, her wings had been removed feather by individual feather. In their places, two jagged scars across her shoulder blades. she was cast out of heaven and left to fend for herself, which she has been doing for the past nine years. Unchanging, lonely, sad. The years matter little. Nothing seems to change...

NAME/ALIAS Avvie!
AGE 20
TIME ZONE Central
HOW YOU FOUND US I don't remember, actually...
OTHER CHARACTERS London Jackson, Jossur Cain, Colt Wolfe
RP SAMPLE

See London's bio!

[KEL]

A C C E P T E D
i feel so bad for her!
don't forget those sexy claims! <3