(DONE!) SAGE, Isabellline Violet

[sage]

ISABELLINE VIOLET SAGE !?
'sold my soul to stop the pain, hoping you'd set me free'

FULL NAME isabelline violet sage
NICKNAMES isabel or belle
AGE looks about 19=21 but is really 400 yrs old
GENDER female
BIRTHDAY January 15, 1612
SPECIES vampire
ALLIANCE light.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

PLAY-BY lacey mosley
EYES violet-grey and almond shaped
HAIR thick coarse black hair.
BODY TYPE tiny and slender
HEIGHT 5'2 but packs a punch
WEIGHT 104 around there...
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES she has two scars from when she was child. one on her shin from falling and another on the inside of her wrist.
STYLE she's a very dark person. more "emo" i guess... if that's what the kids call these days...

LIKES At least 10.

• skinny jeans
  
• skirts
  
• gloves
  
• any type of rock music
  
• smoking cigarettes
  
• wearing leggings
  
• lollipops
  
• just candy in general
  
• BLOOD and lots of it
  
• being goofy
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• serious people
  
• people who don't like her sense of humor
  
• the color white, even though she wears? contradicting.. isn't it?
  
• being cared for by others, she's very independent
  
• the lakers
  
• golf
  
• reading books
  
• babies, too fragile for her to take in
  
• the sun
  
• flowers except the orchids and lilies
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• pretty good with basic computer skills
  
• being an assassin, (need someone killed she's your man )
  
• her eccentric personality
  
• the way she can just go with the flow sometimes
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• she's masochistic
  
• perverted mind but who doesn't have one nowadays?
  
• she looks a lot like her mom and hates it
  
• her twin sister
  

HABITS At least 3.

• painting her nails different colors at least twice a day
  
• talking to herself
  
• eating food...
  

FEARS At least 3.

• losing her sister
  
• being staked
  
• and not being able to drink blood
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• blood... the only thing other than her sister....
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• wants to be with the dark side but chooses to stay with the light b/c (you guessed it) her sister
  

OVERALL

Isabel is really weird. She's switches thoughts about stuff constantly but when she sets her mind about something it stays that way. Isabel isn't really one for long conversation, so with her keep it simple, but that's how her mind works. She's not dumb or stupid or anything, if you want to keep her interests come up with some way to keep it. Isabel is a simple person, or ordinary if you want.

She also has a sister complex, boarding on incest but trust me Isabel prefers men. If anything happened to her sister she'd kill. and she gets overly comfortable with others... like she'd sit very close and sling her arm over your shoulder. or lean against you. don't matter, and she's like an open book. you can tell her emotions just looking at her.

MOTHER Lucia Marie Carver deceased.
FATHER Alec Hayes Carver deceased
SIBLINGS Arabella Anastasia Carver her twin now known as Aria Alice Sage
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE just her sister...
ETHNICITY italian and british
WEALTH STATUS middle class sort of lower
OVERALL
Isabelline was formerly known as Isabella Marie Carver and she was born on January 15th, 1612 along with her twin Arabella. her parents were in the working class, her dad worked as teller in a bank in London. her mom was well a stay at home mom.. Her and her sister grew up to be housewives and that's all they knew, cooking cleans, and all that jazz but Isabella wasn't cut out for that type of work. Even just as a little girl, she excelled at being a athlete.Even though back then none of that mattered. she could run distances. But as a little girl she was abused by her mom. physically and emotionally. B/c her mom was like that with her, she always muttered 'why can't you be like your sister Arabella?" EVen though Isabella was the oldest she was treated that way. but eventually she became good at what good wives were supposed to do, at the age of fifteen she was getting ready for a marriage interview with some unknown boy, just a year older. Neither of them wanted it. This was when she started to cling to her sister. Isabella didn't want to leave her sister behind. or anything.

By the time she was seventeen, she refused many marriages. In her mind, her sister was all she needed. was all she has ever wanted. until one of her cousins came to visiit. She was sexually abused by her oldest cousin and being trautised by that she cut her wrist, very deep. but her sister saved her from doing any more damage to herself, and her cut healed. Although Isabel was never the same after that.

two years went by and she and Arabella were on their own. Arabella had a husband but Isabel did not she lived on her own in a apartment not too far from their childhood home. Their parents had died just earlier that year from an attack by a crazy fellow. blood everywhere. That same crazy person, was a vampire on a rampage. little did Isabella know that person was that type of creature, the man changed her. To be his wife, or companion. Lucky her but she didn't last long as being his wife. Just a couple of months went by and Isabella killed him and went to find her sister. Isabel was one to change Arabella. As the times changed so did their names... so she is now known as Isabelline Violet Sage. A far cry from her original, but she prefers it and will have it for about four decades.

NAME/ALIAS just call me Isabel or Belle which ever!
AGE 18
TIME ZONE central
HOW YOU FOUND US the internet and ads on other websites
OTHER CHARACTERS none yet!
RP SAMPLE

The sun was high above in the sky reflecting in a wave of diamonds off the waves below. The sun kissed sand and rocks were warming up and seemed to glow, and the trees behind seemed to reach for the warmth and food that were so rarely given to this extent. The leaves all turned upward, as if they were a thousand hungry open mouths. Down on the shore, the waves beat against sand and rock, a constant dance between land and sea. A young woman walked along that edge, her long brown locks tied back in a loose bun that had pieces hanging down, making it look like a pony tail. Her bangs hung in her right eye, and a smile lit up her face. Her eyes sparkled as she looked out to sea and tilted her face up to the sun, like the leaves trying to take in the warmth. Her shorts were frayed and the loose pieces tickled her thighs and her cropped shirt revealed a flat, muscular stomach. She seemed in a world of her own down on that beach.

Bubble, fizzle, tickle, run. The words kept racing through her mind as the waves came up onto shore and tickled her toes and the rocks, then ran away back into the ocean, only to come back once again. A soft tune drifted through the air as Adriana hummed along, and walked down the beach, in the water. It was a beautiful day, started out with light sprinkling and then turning into the rare sunshine that Adriana was now basking in. Sighing, she looked back at her bag, shoes, and jacket which were thrown on top of a large boulder that was wrapped, almost lovingly in sand. Turning back in the direction she was headed, she picked up speed, and started jogging down the beach, venting on the pliable sand beneath her feet. She loved the thrill of the hunt as the tracker of the pack, but the bloodlust wasn't something that came easily to her. She usually just ignored everything and hid in a dark little corner in her mind when she killed like that, but then afterwards, she started to like it more and more.

Bloodlust aside, she wanted to be normal. She had never been normal, always different, her life always chaotic. She wanted to be able to sit on a porch with a glass of lemonade and smile and laugh with friends. But her friends, her family was now the pack. And she couldn't just abandon them. Slowing down, breathing deeply as Ari turned back and started jogging back to her back. Maybe this was just the stick she'd drawn. It was her luck, and whatever deity out there knew she could take it, and she could. She would face every challenge head on, with a force to reckon with. She would never back down. That though in mind she jogged back to her purse, and as she got closer, tilted her head in confusion, was there someone there in the distance or was that just her imagination.

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