Post by isabelle on Dec 21, 2009 17:06:31 GMT -5
the one i wish i knew!
[/size][/center]your name; Ash
your age; 17
your activity levels; Pretty active unless something comes up
your rp level; Well I guess I'm pretty good, so on a scale of 1 to 10 I'd say about a 6 or 7
the one i know!
[/center]characters name; Isabelle Lightwood
nicknames; Izzy
characters age; 16
grade; What school?
species; Nephilim
celeb/face claim; Megan Fox
picture;
appearance;
Beautiful is the first word to anyone's mind who sees the tall slim yet curvy figure of Isabelle Lightwood. Thick black hair that is usually found in braids twining down her back, black piercing eyes that see strait through your soul, with a smile that makes the gods sing in praise. She's everything a man wants in a woman, though in her mind she could stand to lose a couple of inches. To her, she's much to tall, though even so she wears sky scraper heels and dresses that impress those around her.
A red pendant hangs on her neck at all times, as well as a golden whip that her father gave her for her 12th birthday. Never will she be seen without a designer on, whether it be a shirt, to jeans, to shoes, to a hat every day is a fashion show. Even when she goes to battle spicing up the drab outfits that Nephilim are suppose to wear.
personality;
Isabelle is a rather complex person. When it comes to Downworlders she's a bit prejudice, openly admitting she thinks Nephilim are a much superior race. Cocky with her fighting abilities, though in reality she has a right to be, as well as sarcastic bordering on mean at times. Saying what she wants when she wants, embarrassment isn't in her vocabulary, as is subtlety. Not a shy bone in her body, nor a filter when it comes to the things she says, which is why she gets along with men than women. A very sexual being she can be seen on the arm of the most handsome man at times, or surrounded by a group of them flirting and having a wonderful time. Anger is something she feels frequently, easily offended especially if you make a crack about her height, her whip will come out. Literally.
history; The middle child of the Lightwoods, her family is a well respected Nephilim family. At least that was until the Uprising, when her family was ordered to live at the Institute and never return to The Glass City. And so their she was raised, along side her two older brothers Jace (adoptive) and Alec, as well as her younger brother Max. Her parents Maryse and Robert, weren't exactly loving in the normal sense of family. Instead they taught their children how to become the best fighters they could be. On Isabelle's 12th birthday her father gave her a golden whip that curls around her wrist like a bracelet when not in use. But when she takes it out, it's as dangerous as any Selph in the hands of a Nephilim, for she's learned to control it and in fact it's like an extension of her arm. But even so, with her parents mostly doing Clave work, and though she is the middle child, she became a more mother figure around the Institute. Trying to cook (though she can't to save her life) as well as taking care of Hodge, Jace and Alec.
Her life, as she saw it was going perfectly well, that was until Clary Fray came waltzing in and turned it upside down. At first, Isabelle was very bitter to the girl, for Izzy never got along with females, instead having male friends. It was around this time that Jace found that Alec was gay, and fancied himself 'in love' with him. And though she supported her brothers decision, even being rebellious in nature to take the lime light from him, she couldn't stop the events that unfolded and hurt her family. Jace and Clary found they were siblings, both being an offspring of Valentine. Alec met and fell in love with Magnus Bane, a warlock who helped them. Simon turned to a vampire, the Lightwoods losing their youngest member. Max. And a war that broke out, Downworlders against demons, a fight that she herself participated in, as well as her family. In the end, the Nephilim were successful, and from then on things changed. Jace and Clary found they weren't in fact related in any way, Alec is accepting himself more, and she herself is finally getting over the lost of her brother. But will it stay that way?
sexual preference; Strait
family;
Alec Lightwood - Brother
Max Lightwood (deceased) - Brother
Jace Wayland - Adoptive brother
Maryse Lightwood - Mother
RobertLightwood - Father
pets;
those random skills!
((A post from another rp I'm in))
Swirling blue eyes took in the rather peaceful form of the sleeping young man, full lips centered on a face sculpted by the gods, blonde hair laying on a muscled chest that made women swoon with desire, and men stare with envy. Oh, but looks hid many things, and it was his mind she was most interested in.
Blue robes hung on a petite curvy form as Mnimi, the goddess of memories, walked closer to the one man she found most interesting, the one man she couldn't get enough of. In a sexual way? Of course not, but his emotions, dreams, memories were something she found fascinating, also finding her hunger to him no more instable. Walking closer to the bed he lay on, sitting down on the small space he provided, those eery eyes didn't look away once as she stared. A smile crawled on her face, one not for comfort but one that would scare even the strongest man. The smile meant she had something in mind, and it usually didn't bode well for the recipient. In this case, Styxx.
One elegant finger was placed in the middle of his forehead, he would not wake from his slumber till she released him, or maybe not. Styxx was stronger than many memories she had delved in, but she was almost sure she had a tight rein in his. Closing those eyes she was instantly submerged in his dreams.
Unseen to him, even in a dream state, she cocked her head to the side at the sight before her. He and Cassandra sat on the floor, before a brightly lit fire and a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, which in turn reminded her of her own bare one. Shrugging, she studied the couple closely. Sipping whine, and laughing at jokes they traded it was a sweet and beautiful dream, which made Mnimi shake her head and tsk aloud.
"This just won't do." The voice, soft yet light, was like a symphony to any that were near. Walking closer still she kneeled before the kissing couple, her eyes once more locked on Styxx. "One must earn happiness Styx." Her voice she knew would strike a fear in him like no other. She who forced him to relive his past, day after day, night after night. Did she take pleasure in it? Well of course she did, honestly who wouldn't with dreams and memories such as his. She knew of Acheron's past like no other, seeing it first hand through this man. So she let her voice curl around his ears, the slight pause in his actions let her know he heard her.
Standing, she moved steps back, and suddenly the dream changed. Cassandra lay in a pool of her own blood, and Styxx standing over her pale motionless body with the knife in his hand. A nightmare, that would strike him to his core, fear that he would taste as if it were a living and breathing thing. She let herself be seen, white curls framing a heartbreakingly beautiful face, swirly blue eyes once more locked on his face. "Styxx. What have you done?" Achingly sad, as if she were truly feeling for him. In truth the giddiness inside her was causing her heart to accelerate.
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