Post by Isabella Swan on Mar 19, 2008 20:11:19 GMT -5
OOC;
Name; Rachael [:
Age; Sixteen
Experience; Oooh, about four to six years, I'd say. ^^
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name;IsaBella Marie Swan
Age; Eighteen
Grade; Graduated
School; Was in Forks High School.
Vampire or Werewolf?; Hopefully, a vampire soon. Human for the moment.
Canon; Yes.
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Bella was, all in all, a slightly complex individual. Nothing extremely out of the ordinary (no, herboyfriend fiancé was complex for the two of them), though not the easiest girl to understand.
First and foremost, Bella was quite kind-hearted. She hated seeing others hurt, and would rather put herself in danger rather than allowing someone she cared for get hurt. She was entirely loving, and sometimes, that was more of a fault than it was a strength.
Her temper flared, though it usually cooled quite quickly: think of a bottle rocker. Quick to shoot up and it scares you initially, but then it's over. It was, sadly, common, though most people got used to it. Rarely did she get angry enough for it to last, though it did, indeed, happen (see; the Jacob situation). She tried to avoid violence, as she generally ended up accidently hurting herself instead of the other person.
Which, of course, brings me to my next point: Bella may very well be the clumsiest person you would ever, ever meet. She could and would trip over her own two feet on a daily basis, as well as fall up the stairs. She tripped and stumbled a lot, which her father related to, though made fun of her for, or chastised her when she really did some damage to herself.
Bella did get emotional, though she TRIED to avoid it. It happened, and she really couldn't help it when it did. Most girls do get like that, or so she told herself, and she shouldn't be worried by it.
She tried to be a generally happy person, and hopefully came across as such. Sometimes it's purely automatic, sometimes it's forced. She'd rather not be worried about, and rarely are happy people worried about.
Appearance;
Bella was, in every way and form, average--in her own opinion, of course. Brown seemed to find it's way everywhere--her hair, her eyes, though no hint of it even touched her skin. She always complained of being pale, and often blamed her parents for that misfortune--in her mind, of course. She was told, jokingly (though she took it quite bitterly after Edward came into her life) that she could be a vampire, with how pale she was. It was funny long ago, though not any more.
Dark, dark brown eyes were set in a fair-featured face, and due to how light her skin was, they stood out quite a bit. Her cheeks held a slightly rosy glow when around her 'special someone' or while laughing or smiling too much. Dimples appeared with those smiles and laughs, and while they were quite lovely when she was younger, they grew to annoy her as she grew. They were 'cute' or 'adorable', along with those rosy cheeks, and she wanted to be considered 'pretty' or 'beautiful' instead of the others. She didn't bother with make-up too much, just the occasional eyeliner and lipgloss, and very rarely more.
Brunette locks ranged from heavy waves to loose curls, brushing just below her shoulders. She rarely bothered to do much with it, aside from brushing it. Once in a great while, she could be persuaded to straighten it to a shiny sheet of brown. She wore it down or up, neither more often than the other. During the summertime or when she was outside often, lighter highlights may appear through the locks, though nothing out fo the ordinary: she had never had the desire to dye her hair.
Bella was all together tiny, at around five foot four (which was perfectly average, might I add) and maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds. The weight varied, though never got much more than that, though has gotten a bit less. Her clothing style is relatively simple, as she strives for comfort and not style. One may say she has her 'own style', as her mother did, though she really just loved to be comfortable.
Celebrity PB; Because I'm not really fond of Kristen Stewart, I chose someone else. ^^;
Leighton Meester:
History;
[Note; I didn't go into the FULL plot-line of the book, as everyone read and knows that, and it would take forever to type it out. ^^; If you want me to add more, once again, let me know! )
Off to Forks. Home again. Repeat the cycle. That was how Isabella Swan's life went for a while; being tossed back and forth between two parents who, apparently, could not tolerate their differences and stay together, even for their child. Isabella, called Bella or Bells more often than not, knew it was her mother's fault, however, she tried not to think about that; she had, indeed, always been closer to her mother, so she tried to find a way to 'lay the blame' onto her father. However, she found that she couldn't after a while, then decided to split the blame for the divorce evenly. It was the easiest way to do things, after all.
She had slowly stopped her visits to Forks; decreasing the amount little by little before finally just stopping all together. She replied, with a guilty conscience, to all the letters from her father, asking when she was coming, with a simple 'Whenever I get around to it--school's getting really busy!' It wasn't extremely far from the truth, and worked. Thank God he never came to visit or call--lying was not a strong point for her, and no matter how 'close to the truth it was', she would not have been able to pull it off.
However, slight conflict came into view: her mother remarried. She liked the man well enough, but because of his profession, it would require him to move around a lot. Bella knew that her mother would stay behind with her, though would miss him the whole time. So, it was time to grow up and make a mature decision: off to Forks, permanently.
She couldn't imagine that moving to a town as dull as Forks could result in so much for her. So much..action, adventure, drama! You'd think that something like that may happen in California, or New York. No, Forks brought enough 'fun' for a lifetime for her. However, she would not have it any other way.
The day she stepped into Forks High School, it started. The day she met him -- Edward Cullen -- and her world was turned upside down. True, the two did not exactly..get along at first, though Bella resolved soon enough that she loved him, and needed him in her life. As she had never been exactly the ideal girlfriend type, or the 'eye candy', she wasn't used to the attention she got from the boys, and didn't quite believe that Edward would want her.
Never had she been so wrong.
A relationship like one that she'd imagined in her dreams became reality. It could be described as 'perfect' by her, though many of the events that occurred during their relationship would hardly describe that--nearly dying, surely, did not. However, trouble started brewing before long, and she could no longer use perfection to describe her relationship with Edward.
He'd left. Never had she ever felt so...broken in her life. The pain was unbearable and excruciating, and for a while, she nearly lost the will to live. He was gone, he wasn't coming back, he'd broken her to pieces, and Jacob Black had come to pick them up. He became an important part of her life as well--irreplaceable. She soon found out he was a werewolf (vampires and werewolves; really, what was with that town?!), and that was the reason why he had never been a ...fan of Edward. While she went off to Italy to find the love of her life, he begged her not to go, and long story short, became a complete jerk to her.
He came back. Life as she knew it returned. She insisted on being changed still, and he still stood strong, as she had yet to agree to his little 'deal' of marrying him first. College applications flew in and took over. For a while, things seemed almost normal. However, she should have known that would not last long.
Jacob was relentless in trying to make her break up with Edward, swearing he loved her. He went as far as kissing her, which only made her (and Edward) angrier--especially when her own father was on his side instead of hers!
Meanwhile, Bella finally gave into Edward's deal, and agreed to marry him first. The two were engaged the night she agreed, and though she decided not to wear the ring right away, it was all official. She would be married and a vampire, hopefully, within the year.
The killings in Seattle hit close to home, for lack of better phrase, when clothing of hers was stolen, and they learned the new-born vampires leading the attacks were connected with the thief. A 'war' was planned and plotted, and for once, vampires and werewolves joined sides. Bella was the 'bait', and led a trail for the newborns. Jacob and Edward kept watch over her, and things turned for the worst: Jacob tried to guilt her into saying she loved him--guilt her into choosing him. She broke down and admitted she loved him, though that was not enough for him.
And, of course, needless to say, they won the 'war'.
With a wedding not far off, Bella was still feeling torn. Cutting Jake out of her life was proving to be entirely too painful for her to handle, and she was trying to fix things, though it may not be possible. After all, she loved two men that were enemies.
What was a poor girl to do?
Role Playing;
Role Playing Sample;
This is for a Hogwarts: Marauders Era roleplay. ^^; If it's not alright, let me know.
-x-
“Auntie,” came a soft voice, that of a young boy. “Auntie, why aren’t we staying with Gramma?”
“Because Grandma’s tired, Dame.”
“But aren’t we supposed to be visiting her?”
“We are, but she needs a nap for a little. We’re going to let her take a little break and go somewhere, okay? Let her sleep for a bit.”
“But Auntie, Papa said we were supposed to visit her until he came.”
“Your father knows that Grandma’s sick and needs her rest.”
“But–.”
“Dame, shut up! We’re going to get some tea so Gramma can sleep!”
She knew better than to snap at her nephew, for her brother would just scold her for it later, but she couldn’t help it some times. She did not have the patience of a saint, quite clearly, and had trouble keeping her temper in line with Damian. However, unleashing that wrath of hers on a four-year-old was unnecessary and just cruel. And while Amneris Selwynn wasn’t exactly known to be kind, she loved her family dearly. Her brother and herself were rather close, and she treated his son as well as she could. She was stuck with him often; babysitting like this almost every other day. She knew how to put up with him, at least somewhat. However, his unceasing questions sometimes got to her nerves.
“Damn,” she cursed, under her breath, sighing. "I’m sorry, love. I’m just stressed out, okay?”
“Stress?”
“I’m upset.” Amneris didn’t want to get into an English lesson, so she decided to change the word.
“Why’re you upset?”
Here we go again.
“Because my Maman’s sick, Dame.” Lie. Her and her mother had grown distant over the years, and Amneris had always been at least a bit closer to her father than she was to her mother.
“Oh.” That seemed to satisfy the little boy, as he nodded, quickening his steps to keep up with his aunt as she tried to keep from dragging him along by the hand. She tugged him close, and closed her eyes as she helped him with Side-Along Apparition, appearing in Diagon Alley a moment later. A smile was pulled onto glossed lips, and she pulled him into the bustle of people.
Blissful silence reigned for a few moments, until Damian looked up to her with those dark brown eyes he’d inherited from her brother–the same eyes she had. “Is Gramma gonna be okay?”
“She’ll be fine, Dame.”
“But how do you know?”
“Because she’s just a little sick. She’ll be fine soon.”
“But how do you know?”
“I just do, Dame.”
“But–.”
“Damian. No more questions. You’re going to make me angry. Do you want to make me angry?”“...No.”
“Good boy.” The smile that she offered with sweet, and she reached to ruffle his dark hair, earing a ‘Hey!’ from the younger boy. “C’mon,” she said, nodding towards the nearly empty street in front of her. “Race you.”
She beat him, just by a few seconds, and rolled those dark brown eyes of hers when he pouted and demanded a rematch. “Not now, Dame,” she managed, taking in a few deep breaths. Due to being an avid smoker, she was having a bit of trouble catching her breath. Other bad habits lined her arms; track marks from smack and meth, as well as various other drugs. Long sleeves concealed them, as well as a skull and a snake on her left forearm, marking her for what she was, and the family crest on her right wrist.
She held his hand lightly as he skipped down the street, and a friend of Bianca’s lightly tapped Amneris on the shoulder. A sweet smile was offered as she turned, and just from that and her looks, you’d assume she was a nice girl. Dark brown curls were pulled into loose pigtails, shorter pieces falling into warm brown eyes–lined in black, pink glitter on the lids. Slightly tight fitting, low rise jeans, and a light yellow tee-shirt with pink hearts in a pattern. Finally, a light pink, fitted velour sweatshirt, in the same color as the hearts, was over said shirt, zipped half-way. You would never think her capable of harming someone; capable of torture and murder. However, she may very well be responsible for a person or two that was under intensive care in Saint Mungo’s. Though not many knew that side of her.
“Yes?” She asked, voice soft, though audible.
“I couldn’t help but notice Damian,” she said, gesturing towards Damian, who was now peeking out from behind Amneris’ legs, shy. “Would you want me to take him? I’m seeing Bi later today, and I’d love to handle him for a bit.”
“Oh, you’re a lifesaver,” Amneris said, that pretty smile back in place.
Several minutes later, he was settled and holding the lady’s hand, skipping again with her now. Amneris let loose a happy sigh, lighting a cigarette. She smoked as she aimlessly wandered the streets, eyes flickering towards people and into shops. She put the cigarette out, opening the doors to the book store she knew well, hearing the little ‘ding’ of the bell above the door. She headed down the aisle with books on more complicated spells, and absently ran her finger across the binding as she moved slowly down the aisle, reading he titles. She wasn’t looking for something specific, but a title did catch her eye. Too bad it was too high for her. She went up on tip-toe, trying to reach it, and cursed softly when she couldn’t.
Damn.
Name; Rachael [:
Age; Sixteen
Experience; Oooh, about four to six years, I'd say. ^^
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name;
Age; Eighteen
Grade; Graduated
School; Was in Forks High School.
Vampire or Werewolf?; Hopefully, a vampire soon. Human for the moment.
Canon; Yes.
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Bella was, all in all, a slightly complex individual. Nothing extremely out of the ordinary (no, her
First and foremost, Bella was quite kind-hearted. She hated seeing others hurt, and would rather put herself in danger rather than allowing someone she cared for get hurt. She was entirely loving, and sometimes, that was more of a fault than it was a strength.
Her temper flared, though it usually cooled quite quickly: think of a bottle rocker. Quick to shoot up and it scares you initially, but then it's over. It was, sadly, common, though most people got used to it. Rarely did she get angry enough for it to last, though it did, indeed, happen (see; the Jacob situation). She tried to avoid violence, as she generally ended up accidently hurting herself instead of the other person.
Which, of course, brings me to my next point: Bella may very well be the clumsiest person you would ever, ever meet. She could and would trip over her own two feet on a daily basis, as well as fall up the stairs. She tripped and stumbled a lot, which her father related to, though made fun of her for, or chastised her when she really did some damage to herself.
Bella did get emotional, though she TRIED to avoid it. It happened, and she really couldn't help it when it did. Most girls do get like that, or so she told herself, and she shouldn't be worried by it.
She tried to be a generally happy person, and hopefully came across as such. Sometimes it's purely automatic, sometimes it's forced. She'd rather not be worried about, and rarely are happy people worried about.
Appearance;
Bella was, in every way and form, average--in her own opinion, of course. Brown seemed to find it's way everywhere--her hair, her eyes, though no hint of it even touched her skin. She always complained of being pale, and often blamed her parents for that misfortune--in her mind, of course. She was told, jokingly (though she took it quite bitterly after Edward came into her life) that she could be a vampire, with how pale she was. It was funny long ago, though not any more.
Dark, dark brown eyes were set in a fair-featured face, and due to how light her skin was, they stood out quite a bit. Her cheeks held a slightly rosy glow when around her 'special someone' or while laughing or smiling too much. Dimples appeared with those smiles and laughs, and while they were quite lovely when she was younger, they grew to annoy her as she grew. They were 'cute' or 'adorable', along with those rosy cheeks, and she wanted to be considered 'pretty' or 'beautiful' instead of the others. She didn't bother with make-up too much, just the occasional eyeliner and lipgloss, and very rarely more.
Brunette locks ranged from heavy waves to loose curls, brushing just below her shoulders. She rarely bothered to do much with it, aside from brushing it. Once in a great while, she could be persuaded to straighten it to a shiny sheet of brown. She wore it down or up, neither more often than the other. During the summertime or when she was outside often, lighter highlights may appear through the locks, though nothing out fo the ordinary: she had never had the desire to dye her hair.
Bella was all together tiny, at around five foot four (which was perfectly average, might I add) and maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds. The weight varied, though never got much more than that, though has gotten a bit less. Her clothing style is relatively simple, as she strives for comfort and not style. One may say she has her 'own style', as her mother did, though she really just loved to be comfortable.
Celebrity PB; Because I'm not really fond of Kristen Stewart, I chose someone else. ^^;
Leighton Meester:
History;
[Note; I didn't go into the FULL plot-line of the book, as everyone read and knows that, and it would take forever to type it out. ^^; If you want me to add more, once again, let me know! )
Off to Forks. Home again. Repeat the cycle. That was how Isabella Swan's life went for a while; being tossed back and forth between two parents who, apparently, could not tolerate their differences and stay together, even for their child. Isabella, called Bella or Bells more often than not, knew it was her mother's fault, however, she tried not to think about that; she had, indeed, always been closer to her mother, so she tried to find a way to 'lay the blame' onto her father. However, she found that she couldn't after a while, then decided to split the blame for the divorce evenly. It was the easiest way to do things, after all.
She had slowly stopped her visits to Forks; decreasing the amount little by little before finally just stopping all together. She replied, with a guilty conscience, to all the letters from her father, asking when she was coming, with a simple 'Whenever I get around to it--school's getting really busy!' It wasn't extremely far from the truth, and worked. Thank God he never came to visit or call--lying was not a strong point for her, and no matter how 'close to the truth it was', she would not have been able to pull it off.
However, slight conflict came into view: her mother remarried. She liked the man well enough, but because of his profession, it would require him to move around a lot. Bella knew that her mother would stay behind with her, though would miss him the whole time. So, it was time to grow up and make a mature decision: off to Forks, permanently.
She couldn't imagine that moving to a town as dull as Forks could result in so much for her. So much..action, adventure, drama! You'd think that something like that may happen in California, or New York. No, Forks brought enough 'fun' for a lifetime for her. However, she would not have it any other way.
The day she stepped into Forks High School, it started. The day she met him -- Edward Cullen -- and her world was turned upside down. True, the two did not exactly..get along at first, though Bella resolved soon enough that she loved him, and needed him in her life. As she had never been exactly the ideal girlfriend type, or the 'eye candy', she wasn't used to the attention she got from the boys, and didn't quite believe that Edward would want her.
Never had she been so wrong.
A relationship like one that she'd imagined in her dreams became reality. It could be described as 'perfect' by her, though many of the events that occurred during their relationship would hardly describe that--nearly dying, surely, did not. However, trouble started brewing before long, and she could no longer use perfection to describe her relationship with Edward.
He'd left. Never had she ever felt so...broken in her life. The pain was unbearable and excruciating, and for a while, she nearly lost the will to live. He was gone, he wasn't coming back, he'd broken her to pieces, and Jacob Black had come to pick them up. He became an important part of her life as well--irreplaceable. She soon found out he was a werewolf (vampires and werewolves; really, what was with that town?!), and that was the reason why he had never been a ...fan of Edward. While she went off to Italy to find the love of her life, he begged her not to go, and long story short, became a complete jerk to her.
He came back. Life as she knew it returned. She insisted on being changed still, and he still stood strong, as she had yet to agree to his little 'deal' of marrying him first. College applications flew in and took over. For a while, things seemed almost normal. However, she should have known that would not last long.
Jacob was relentless in trying to make her break up with Edward, swearing he loved her. He went as far as kissing her, which only made her (and Edward) angrier--especially when her own father was on his side instead of hers!
Meanwhile, Bella finally gave into Edward's deal, and agreed to marry him first. The two were engaged the night she agreed, and though she decided not to wear the ring right away, it was all official. She would be married and a vampire, hopefully, within the year.
The killings in Seattle hit close to home, for lack of better phrase, when clothing of hers was stolen, and they learned the new-born vampires leading the attacks were connected with the thief. A 'war' was planned and plotted, and for once, vampires and werewolves joined sides. Bella was the 'bait', and led a trail for the newborns. Jacob and Edward kept watch over her, and things turned for the worst: Jacob tried to guilt her into saying she loved him--guilt her into choosing him. She broke down and admitted she loved him, though that was not enough for him.
And, of course, needless to say, they won the 'war'.
With a wedding not far off, Bella was still feeling torn. Cutting Jake out of her life was proving to be entirely too painful for her to handle, and she was trying to fix things, though it may not be possible. After all, she loved two men that were enemies.
What was a poor girl to do?
Role Playing;
Role Playing Sample;
This is for a Hogwarts: Marauders Era roleplay. ^^; If it's not alright, let me know.
-x-
“Auntie,” came a soft voice, that of a young boy. “Auntie, why aren’t we staying with Gramma?”
“Because Grandma’s tired, Dame.”
“But aren’t we supposed to be visiting her?”
“We are, but she needs a nap for a little. We’re going to let her take a little break and go somewhere, okay? Let her sleep for a bit.”
“But Auntie, Papa said we were supposed to visit her until he came.”
“Your father knows that Grandma’s sick and needs her rest.”
“But–.”
“Dame, shut up! We’re going to get some tea so Gramma can sleep!”
She knew better than to snap at her nephew, for her brother would just scold her for it later, but she couldn’t help it some times. She did not have the patience of a saint, quite clearly, and had trouble keeping her temper in line with Damian. However, unleashing that wrath of hers on a four-year-old was unnecessary and just cruel. And while Amneris Selwynn wasn’t exactly known to be kind, she loved her family dearly. Her brother and herself were rather close, and she treated his son as well as she could. She was stuck with him often; babysitting like this almost every other day. She knew how to put up with him, at least somewhat. However, his unceasing questions sometimes got to her nerves.
“Damn,” she cursed, under her breath, sighing. "I’m sorry, love. I’m just stressed out, okay?”
“Stress?”
“I’m upset.” Amneris didn’t want to get into an English lesson, so she decided to change the word.
“Why’re you upset?”
Here we go again.
“Because my Maman’s sick, Dame.” Lie. Her and her mother had grown distant over the years, and Amneris had always been at least a bit closer to her father than she was to her mother.
“Oh.” That seemed to satisfy the little boy, as he nodded, quickening his steps to keep up with his aunt as she tried to keep from dragging him along by the hand. She tugged him close, and closed her eyes as she helped him with Side-Along Apparition, appearing in Diagon Alley a moment later. A smile was pulled onto glossed lips, and she pulled him into the bustle of people.
Blissful silence reigned for a few moments, until Damian looked up to her with those dark brown eyes he’d inherited from her brother–the same eyes she had. “Is Gramma gonna be okay?”
“She’ll be fine, Dame.”
“But how do you know?”
“Because she’s just a little sick. She’ll be fine soon.”
“But how do you know?”
“I just do, Dame.”
“But–.”
“Damian. No more questions. You’re going to make me angry. Do you want to make me angry?”“...No.”
“Good boy.” The smile that she offered with sweet, and she reached to ruffle his dark hair, earing a ‘Hey!’ from the younger boy. “C’mon,” she said, nodding towards the nearly empty street in front of her. “Race you.”
She beat him, just by a few seconds, and rolled those dark brown eyes of hers when he pouted and demanded a rematch. “Not now, Dame,” she managed, taking in a few deep breaths. Due to being an avid smoker, she was having a bit of trouble catching her breath. Other bad habits lined her arms; track marks from smack and meth, as well as various other drugs. Long sleeves concealed them, as well as a skull and a snake on her left forearm, marking her for what she was, and the family crest on her right wrist.
She held his hand lightly as he skipped down the street, and a friend of Bianca’s lightly tapped Amneris on the shoulder. A sweet smile was offered as she turned, and just from that and her looks, you’d assume she was a nice girl. Dark brown curls were pulled into loose pigtails, shorter pieces falling into warm brown eyes–lined in black, pink glitter on the lids. Slightly tight fitting, low rise jeans, and a light yellow tee-shirt with pink hearts in a pattern. Finally, a light pink, fitted velour sweatshirt, in the same color as the hearts, was over said shirt, zipped half-way. You would never think her capable of harming someone; capable of torture and murder. However, she may very well be responsible for a person or two that was under intensive care in Saint Mungo’s. Though not many knew that side of her.
“Yes?” She asked, voice soft, though audible.
“I couldn’t help but notice Damian,” she said, gesturing towards Damian, who was now peeking out from behind Amneris’ legs, shy. “Would you want me to take him? I’m seeing Bi later today, and I’d love to handle him for a bit.”
“Oh, you’re a lifesaver,” Amneris said, that pretty smile back in place.
Several minutes later, he was settled and holding the lady’s hand, skipping again with her now. Amneris let loose a happy sigh, lighting a cigarette. She smoked as she aimlessly wandered the streets, eyes flickering towards people and into shops. She put the cigarette out, opening the doors to the book store she knew well, hearing the little ‘ding’ of the bell above the door. She headed down the aisle with books on more complicated spells, and absently ran her finger across the binding as she moved slowly down the aisle, reading he titles. She wasn’t looking for something specific, but a title did catch her eye. Too bad it was too high for her. She went up on tip-toe, trying to reach it, and cursed softly when she couldn’t.
Damn.
