Post by ISABELLA WALKER on May 25, 2011 2:35:26 GMT -5
ISABELLAWALKER
spend all your time waiting for that second
chance, for a break that would make it okay
• • HOPE YOU GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER,
hope you are quite prepared to die
FULL NAME:
Isabella Avery Walker
NICKNAME:
Izzy, Bella, Ava
AGE:
43
BIRTHDATE:
June 3rd
SPECIES:
Human
GENDER:
Female
ORIENTATION:
Straight
OCCUPATION:
Journalist/ex-hunter
• • LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR NASTY WEATHER,
one eye is taken for an eye
FACE CLAIM:
Rhona Mitra
SKIN:
lightly tanned with a splattering of freckles
HAIR:
Dark brown; thick and wavy
EYES:
dark hazel
HEIGHT:
five foot, ten inches
WEIGHT:
125 pounds
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Isabella is a rather tall woman, standing at a height of five feet and ten inches with a very slender build. A few people have commented that she’s a stick with boobs, which is a rather accurate description since she barely weighs one-twenty five soaking wet. A few years ago she would have had noticeably toned muscles, where as now they seem to have gotten a bit soft, though she’s still a very fit woman and can still pack a serious punch. Despite her slim figure and nearly non-existent pair of hips, Isabella has a surprisingly large chest which she likes to accentuate when going out. “If you got it, flaunt it.”
Dark brown hair falls past her shoulders and frames an oval, slightly angular face. Isabella is graced with high set cheekbones, thinly arched eyebrows, and a near perfect nose, though there’s evidence of breakage if one looks closely enough. Her dark brown hair has natural red highlights after she’s been in the sun and when she leaves it loose then it falls to her elbows. A pair of pouty lips grace a rather wide mouth, allowing for the two to even each other out, and when Isabella smiles her entire face seems to light up. Her eyes are a golden hazel color, though in certain lights they tend to look darker, but they don’t actually change color. When it comes to makeup then Isabella tends to go without or very neutral colors that are lightly placed along her lids.
Her style of clothing varies on where she’s going. If she’s staying in or merely going grocery shopping then she dresses rather casually in worn jeans, loose shirts, or a button up plaid while usually wearing a pair of flip-flops. However, if she’s going out to meet with friends, to get a new photography assignment, or to go take pictures period, then she’s all style. Heels are her favorite choice in shoe wear and she prefers skirts and dresses over jeans or pants, though should you catch her wearing a pair of pants they’re generally dark and she prefers skinny jeans over bootcut. The kinds of shirts she wears accent the greatest womanly feature that she has, dipping just low enough to show a bit of cleavage without baring it all to the world. Her hair is generally styled in some kind of updo when she goes out.
Isabella only has one piercing in her ears, her lobes that she got when she was sixteen. Two butterflies decorate near her bellybutton on the right side and should one get the opportunity to see them, she has scars along her legs and back that have since faded to white, jagged lines. There's another jagged scar on her left forearm from a vampire. She doesn’t see these scars as disfigurements nor does she flaunt them for the whole world to see; if you catch a glimpse, good for you, if you don’t then don’t expect her to show you.
• • DON'T GO AROUND TONIGHT,
well, it's bound to take your life
LIKES:
- reading
- coffee
- tea
- fireplaces
- warmth
- humidity
- piano
- crime shows
- cats
- taking pictures
- peace && quiet
- gardening
DISLIKES:
- sour foods
- dogs
- supernatural creatures
- being dragged into hunts
- romance novels
- noisy people
- pushy people
- stupid questions
STRENGTHS:
- charming
- charismatic
- easy-going
- independent
- patient
- strong willed
WEAKNESSES:
- paranoid
- hiding her emotions
- keeping her own secrets
- gets too involved
- hard headed
FEARS:
- loosing her sun
- being pulled into a big hunt
- small, enclosed spaces
- becoming possessed
- failing
POWERS & ABILITIES:
none
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
MOTHERLY: Isabella takes on a very motherly approach to nearly everyone who she comes across, especially if they’re fellow hunters. Her doors are always open to them and she’s more than willing to help hunters out if they’re injured or just need somewhere to stay while on a job. Of course, you can imagine how your own mother would react if you came into her home bloody and injured and Isabella would react the same way. She was a hunter at one point so yes, she understands that injuries come with the job, but that’s not going to stop her from chastising you if she thinks you went about something in a very stupid manner.
PRIDEFUL: If there’s one thing that Isabella can’t let go of it’s her pride and she doesn’t take injuries to her pride lightly. It’s something of a mix between confidence and an ego that was stoked while she was hunting, in addition to a prideful outlook on her new found life. If you think you can get away with slighting anything that she’s done in her life then you can bet your ass you’re gonna get a mouthful, or a fist to the face.
PARANOID: Life as a hunter has its drawbacks, one of them being a certain amount of paranoia and a bit of over cautiousness. Isabella can’t walk down the street without peering over her shoulder every few feet, and for anyone who’s walking with her who doesn’t know what she did as a living before now find it to be a rather odd quirk. When she sits in restaurants, she faces the door, knows where all the exits are, and keeps her back facing the wall. Her home has an excess amount of salt and there’s a single door in her house that remains locked at all times because it’s filled with a mass of amounts of weapons, ammo, rare books, and her own journal.
FRIENDLY: Isabella is an extremely easy person to talk to with a quick smile and an even quicker laugh. She keeps up a good attitude without coming across as too cheerful or an airhead and she really likes to meet new people, making friends or just making new connections. Her work as a journalist for Home and Garden has helped her learn how to connect better with people without having to lie through her teeth. Isabella is extremely helpful toward anyone who needs her help, especially toward other hunters, and she’s not the type to turn someone down if they really need her.
TEMPER: She’s not really one to be quick to anger, but when she does get angry it tends to be explosive and she’s not just going to stop at a few angry words. She’ll yell, possibly throw a punch or two, and later on she’ll beat on things until she feels better. Isabella is not above angry words and, while on occasion she has the tendency to feel bad about the things that she says, she tends to feel justified in her actions because it’s not easy to piss her off.
• • THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE,
don't go around tonight
HISTORY:
Isabella was born forty-three years ago to Jackson and Delilah Walker in London, England. Her life was, for lack of a better word, normal and she lived a rather easy life for her first fifteen years. Her parents weren’t particularly rich but they made enough money to make life for their only daughter easy, in fact she was downright spoiled in the beginning of her life, getting whatever she wanted whenever she asked. Despite being spoiled, Isabella was never really known for throwing temper tantrums, in fact she was a rather even tempered child and if she was told no then no it was. There have been few times in her life where she wouldn’t give up for anything and Isabella found that if she was determined enough she could find ways of getting nearly everything that she wanted.
Growing up, Isabella went to an all girls private school when she turned twelve and school was something that she seemed to excel in, getting high marks in all of her classes, and she made friends with relative ease. Her charisma seemed to draw people toward her and while friends came and went there was one who seemed to stay with her throughout everything. Isabella’s best friend, Blair, was almost the exact opposite of her; she was quiet, quick tempered, and tended to push people away rather than draw them toward. The fact that they even got along was surprising enough, let alone that the two of them were best friends. Isabella was at her house with Blair over the summer when she received the news that her parents had been in a car accident. Her father had died instantly, the other car crashing into the driver side with enough force to crush him and her mother was in critical condition but she was bleeding internally and the doctors didn’t think that she would make it.
Isabella didn’t have any family left in England and was forced to move to Manchester so that she could live with her ailing grandmother and her aunt, who was taking care of the older woman. She never got over her parents death, for obvious reasons, and it took almost a year for Isabella to get parts of herself back that she thought she had lost permanently. Life with her grandmother and aunt was a dramatic change from life with her parents; for one they were poor, barely having enough money to put food on the table, and Isabella found herself in public school once again. She made other friends, though none of them really meant anything to her like Blair had, and after two years she was surprised when her best friend made a guest appearance at her school, briefly mentioning that the private school just wasn’t as cool after Isabella left and she had convinced her parents to let her move out in the beginning of her high school year to live in Manchester.
With Blair around Isabella found herself enjoying life and she was spending more time with Blair than with her own family. After graduating Isabella finally moved with Blair back to London to go to school, Isabella hoping to go into teaching. Halfway through their first year of college when Isabella started to notice that Blair was disappearing for days at a time, but whenever she tried to confront the woman about what was going on Blair would just change the subject or avoid talking to her altogether. One night she came stumbling into the apartment covered in blood, some of it her own and a lot of it someone else’s and there were cuts and bruises all over her body. Isabella was close to demanding an explanation when the door was thrown open and a woman entered, eyes an inky black and a feral snarl on her face when she approached the two women. What happened next was lost to Isabella until she managed to get over her shock, but Blair had a grabbed a bottle of what seemed to be normal water and began splashing it on the woman, screaming something in a different language that Isabella later managed to recognize as Latin. A stream of thick black smoke fled from the woman’s body and she collapsed on the floor, not breathing or moving, and Isabella was in a state of shock.
Blair was giving her orders, telling her to pack certain things and that she knew a place they could go for safety but they were going to have to leave London and school. Isabella barely registered anything, moving mechanically through the whole process, and it wasn’t until they were halfway to Manchester before she finally woke up out of her reverie and demanded that Blair give her answers. The woman started to refuse when Isabella opened her car door while Blair was going nearly eighty down the road and she slammed on her brakes, getting out in the rain and everything to scream and yell at her friend’s stupidity. What ensued was a screaming match between the two women that ended with Isabella breaking down and Blair coaxing her back into the car, taking her to a man’s house in Manchester. As it turned out that man was Blair’s uncle and her parents had been assuming that Blair had been staying with him while in the city. This was when Isabella first started learning about hunters.
The two women stayed with him from that point, Isabella learning about all of the evil things in the world that she had thought were nothing but fairy tales and stories that mothers told children to make them behave. He taught them how to fight and both Blair and her uncle were surprised to find that Isabella seemed to have a natural talent and grace when it came to the art. She wasn’t as powerful as most but she was fast and could find pressure points and weak spots with relative ease, taking an opponent down with a swiftness that most hunters couldn’t do. Blair had been hunting since first moving back to London, but after the incident with the demon her uncle started taking her on easy hunts with Isabella. Part of her wanted to go back to school, but there was another part of her that hadn’t completely healed after the death of her parents and it seemed that the hunting was feeding off of that; her parents may not have been killed by anything supernatural, but there were other children out there who had.
After three years of hunting for her uncle, Blair had decided that she had enough and was determined to go out on her and start hunting, and despite her uncle’s warning, went after werewolf a few cities over. When they didn’t hear from Blair after three days Isabella convinced him to go looking for her but there wasn’t a sign of her anywhere. Isabella still has no idea what happened to Blair, but she gave up looking a while ago. It was shortly after that when Isabella moved to the states, deciding that she might have better luck over there where she had no memories of people. She met up with another hunter, Matthew, on a job in California and the two of them seemed to connect better than expected. It started off lightly, one calling the other for help when a job got a little too difficult for one person to manage, but after a year of making excuses Matt finally decided that they should just do their job together. Isabella was barely twenty-one at the time and six months into their new arrangement she found out that she was pregnant.
Isabella was scared as hell; she had never wanted to bring a child into this world after knowing what she knows now, but she wasn’t willing to get an abortion, despite that Matt kept telling her that she had to. He finally gave her an ultimatum that he thought she wouldn’t refuse; get rid of the baby or he left. And she still chose to carry the child to full term. At the six month mark she found herself staying with a couple of friends who had chosen to leave the hunter lifestyle to start a life of their own family. Isabella didn’t want her child going to some family that she didn’t know and so after his birth she left him with the Copeland’s and went back to hunting, getting pictures of her son as he grew up.
She “retired” when she was thirty-seven and ended up getting a job as a journalist for a home and garden, buying a Tuscan villa in Florida. She was forty and her son was just barely nineteen when the Copeland’s and Isabella decided that it was time that he find out who she was. She didn’t plan on mentioning anything about her job as a hunter, but for the entire drive there she wasn’t sure how to explain to her son why she had just abandoned him. She got there around three in the morning and she was about to go find a hotel when there was just a horrible feeling that something bad had happened. The front door was locked tightly and Isabella went around the back, hopping the fence with practiced ease, and found that the back door had been busted open. Instinctively, Isabella grabbed a kitchen knife and made her way through the house, checking the first floor and clearing it before quietly making her way to the second floor of the house, slowly and quietly checking the rooms. She heard a noise coming from inside one of the other rooms and she shifted her grip on the knife, stepping inside to find a new vampire feeding off of what was left of one of the children.
Her heart froze for a moment when she realized what had happened and in that moment the young vampire attacked her, lunging from the bed and attacking her, trying to bite down on her neck. Isabella managed to throw her left arm up, blocking the attack on her neck. It’s fangs cut through her forearm, barely missing her veins, and she sliced up with the knife while kicking it away from her, running into the bedroom and ignoring the fact that she was about to use her friend’s blood to help get rid of a vampire. Coating the knife in dead man’s blood, Isabella stabbed him again, this time putting him down for the count long enough to get an axe and chopping his head off. She checked the entire house and found everyone dead, but her son wasn’t in the house. Leaving the axe where it was, Isabella checked to make sure that the weapons stash was stored and hidden away before she called the cops and explained what happened.
The police and an ambulance arrived within an hour and they attempted to make Isabella go to the hospital but she was refusing. Her son arrived in the morning to the scene and Isabella had to explain to him the truth, which was completely different than anything that she had told the cops. With her arm stitched and bandaged, Isabella again refused to go to the hospital and instead had her son pick up his belongings. She took him back to her home in Florida and after a bit of convincing (and threats to leave) on his part, Isabella finally gave in and taught him in the basics of hunting. He left after a year, intent on hunting the vampires down and killing everything else in between now and then.
• • WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
there's a bad moon on the rise
ALIAS:
Maria
OTHER ACCOUNTS:
None ... yet >.>
EXPERIENCE:
7 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US:
random adverts
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Different character on a diff. SPN site~
Penelope kept one arm out her window while driving through the streets, going almost ten miles over the speed limit but not quite. Not that it mattered anyway. The nice thing about being a computer genius was that she could take those crap radar sensors and make them better so now she knew if a speed trap was coming up almost two miles ahead of time instead of the normal fifty feet. What kind of crap was that anyway? Fifty feet to slow down before a speed trap? Penelope was pretty sure that it was all a ploy to cause car accidents and teach people “lessons” on speeding. She reached into the seat next to her and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, tilting her head back slightly as she streamed them into her mouth and shoved them into the side of her cheek. A Pink song came on the radio and she grinned, looking like a retarded squirrel with one cheek puffed up and full of sunflower seeds and she reached down to turn up the radio.
The music was loud enough to attract the attention of another female driver in a big Ford truck and Penelope gave her a quizzical look from her Jeep Wrangler. Judging by the hand motions she was making the woman wanted the music to be turned down and so Penelope did what any reasonable and nice person would do. She turned the radio up even louder and spit the empty shells of a few sunflower seeds out onto the road. Tell her to turn down her music and she’ll do that exact opposite of what you wanted, especially if she liked the song. Bobbing her head and playing the drums on her steering wheel, the woman waited for her light to turn green and immediately did a quick left hand turn into the nearest Starbucks. That’s right, she needed her damn caffeine fix this morning.
Normally she would have bought something for Taylor, but the crazy woman didn’t like coffee and so she was shit out of luck. But maybe Penelope would be nice and buy them all lunch. Possibly. With coffee in hand, Penelope went through the streets again, finishing off the sunflower seeds that were in her mouth before sipping her coffee. She had learned quite early that sunflower seeds and coffee didn’t mix, even if they were the original flavored ones. The last sunflower seed sailed out of her window and flew back, but Penelope still waited a couple of minutes before finally taking a sip of her iced mocha. The warehouse that Taylor lived in was down a few more couple miles and it didn’t take long to reach there when going almost sixty miles an hour.
She skidded to a stop outside, almost slamming on her brakes but not quite while coming to a stop and reached back for her bag, hooking it over her shoulder and grabbing her seeds and coffee. With her hands full, Penelope was forced to close the car door with her ass and opening the warehouse door didn’t prove to be any easier, but she managed. “Oh Taylor?! Guess who’s making their every sexy and amazing entrance into the warehouse!” she said, not quite yelling but not using her inside voice either. She never knew if Taylor was up in her loft or down on the bottom floor going through stuff.
Either way, now the other woman knew that Penelope was here or the hacker made her way to the high-tech computer setup in the back, a grin coming to her face as she turned on her equipment. It made a light humming noise when everything started coming to life and she put in her admin password to sync them altogether before sitting down and propping her feet up on the edge, waiting for Taylor to make her appearance.
