Post by Isabelle Arien on Nov 24, 2006 14:04:11 GMT -5
Name:
Isabelle Arien
Nicknames:
Isabelle, Belle, Bella
Age/Birthdate:
16 // 01/22/90
Occupation/Education:
student // high school junior
Nationality/Religion:
Israeli/French // Jewish (but not very religious)
Hobbies/Talents:
dance (of any type), anything related to music, shopping
Height/Weight:
5'7" // 115 pounds
General Appearance:
www.runlikemad.org/willa/gallery/albums/Photoshoots/Lester%20Cohen/normal_033.jpg
At 5'7 and 115 pounds, Isabelle is slightly above average height and slim while not what would be called 'skinny'. Her favorite features on herself are her long legs and naturally tanned skin. She could be called pretty, but is far from looking delicate. While her mother always looked best in elegant gowns, Isabelle is most attractive in jeans and short skirts.
Her hair is long and a medium-to-dark brown. She most often keeps it parted to the side, and slightly wavy. Her eyes, a hazel-brown color, are the focus of her make up experiments. The rest of her face is kept generally bare, with just a little lip gloss or lip balm. As far as clothes, Isabelle is unpredictable. She'll try just about anything, and loves experimenting with her looks.
Smoke/Drink: Yes // Yes
Desired Clique: Elite (of course), Indie
Net-Worth: Around 2.8 billion
Family/Friends:
Jacob Arien - father, age 45, surgeon
Emilie Arien - mother, age 32, business owner
Personality/History:
Isabelle is a risk taker, as far as actions go. She'll try anything, from eating bacon flavored ice cream to sky diving. While some people find it a good thing, her love of trying anything new can also get annoying. She's easily one of the least decisive people you'll ever meet. Even something as simple as a favorite food or color could change every few minutes. She has a hard time committing to anything, from a hobby to a nail color. There only a few things she's stayed constant in. A love of dance and music (although the types change constantly), and a love of clothes (once again, the styles change constantly).
Isabelle has live most of her life here in Collingstead, although the first few years were spent in France. Her father's family was originally from Israel, a long line of wealthy, talented doctors. They made it out of the country right before World War II, moving to France and continuing work as doctors. Isabelle's father, Jacob, became a brain surgeon in France, and met Isabelle's mother (Emilie) soon after. Emilie was in charge of her parent's large business, and continues to run it from their home in New York. As for Jacob, he has earned even more money now that he is working in the United States, and with the death of his parents a few years ago, he inherited all of the family's money.
Isabelle only remembers her life in Collingstead, where she's lived since she was 2. Throughout elementary school, she was unpredictable, while generally well-behaved. Although one year she refused to do any homework just to see how it would affect her grades, the next year she did so well that she skipped straight to the next grade. In junior high/middle school, her grades stayed at a more constant B, but her behavior, friends, and hobbies changed all the time. She went from being a 'rebel' to a 'prep' in just a matter of months. Once she reached high school, though, she stuck to the same groups of friends a little better.
Hometown: Collingstead
Marital Status: Single
Role Play Sample:
[[This is a rp sample I wrote for a different site, and a different character.]]
Isabella took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Two seconds. That's all it would take. Just two seconds. Cross the living room, slip through the doorway, then upstairs, door locked. Safe. She opened her eyes again. Stupid, stupid. There was no danger. It was just a room. An almost empty room. But it was the almost that really got her. At the moment, she'd rather have it filled with a million people than just that one. Him. And maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if her mom was home. Or if the the room was lit by more then the glow of the tv screen.
But enough of the ifs. She knew she was being stupid. Jon had never done anything... Anything except look. But those eyes on her, staring right through her. Not knowing what thoughts were going through his head. And the smile, the little half smile like he knew something she didn't. But still. She was 15 now, it had been more than two years. If he was going to do anything... anything at all, wouldn't he have done it by now?
Every night, the same thoughts. Deep breath. It's just a room. She pulled her sleeves down past her hands, closing her fists around the ends. One more deep breath, then she opened the door. No turning back now. Hurrying through the room and up the stairs, it was a surprise even to herself the she didn't trip and fall. But once her bedroom door was closed, she could breathe easily again. Safe. She smiled a little to herself. She was stupid, so stupid, for thinking she wouldn't be. Yet she knew, next time, it would be exactly the same.
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Isabelle Arien
Nicknames:
Isabelle, Belle, Bella
Age/Birthdate:
16 // 01/22/90
Occupation/Education:
student // high school junior
Nationality/Religion:
Israeli/French // Jewish (but not very religious)
Hobbies/Talents:
dance (of any type), anything related to music, shopping
Height/Weight:
5'7" // 115 pounds
General Appearance:
www.runlikemad.org/willa/gallery/albums/Photoshoots/Lester%20Cohen/normal_033.jpg
At 5'7 and 115 pounds, Isabelle is slightly above average height and slim while not what would be called 'skinny'. Her favorite features on herself are her long legs and naturally tanned skin. She could be called pretty, but is far from looking delicate. While her mother always looked best in elegant gowns, Isabelle is most attractive in jeans and short skirts.
Her hair is long and a medium-to-dark brown. She most often keeps it parted to the side, and slightly wavy. Her eyes, a hazel-brown color, are the focus of her make up experiments. The rest of her face is kept generally bare, with just a little lip gloss or lip balm. As far as clothes, Isabelle is unpredictable. She'll try just about anything, and loves experimenting with her looks.
Smoke/Drink: Yes // Yes
Desired Clique: Elite (of course), Indie
Net-Worth: Around 2.8 billion
Family/Friends:
Jacob Arien - father, age 45, surgeon
Emilie Arien - mother, age 32, business owner
Personality/History:
Isabelle is a risk taker, as far as actions go. She'll try anything, from eating bacon flavored ice cream to sky diving. While some people find it a good thing, her love of trying anything new can also get annoying. She's easily one of the least decisive people you'll ever meet. Even something as simple as a favorite food or color could change every few minutes. She has a hard time committing to anything, from a hobby to a nail color. There only a few things she's stayed constant in. A love of dance and music (although the types change constantly), and a love of clothes (once again, the styles change constantly).
Isabelle has live most of her life here in Collingstead, although the first few years were spent in France. Her father's family was originally from Israel, a long line of wealthy, talented doctors. They made it out of the country right before World War II, moving to France and continuing work as doctors. Isabelle's father, Jacob, became a brain surgeon in France, and met Isabelle's mother (Emilie) soon after. Emilie was in charge of her parent's large business, and continues to run it from their home in New York. As for Jacob, he has earned even more money now that he is working in the United States, and with the death of his parents a few years ago, he inherited all of the family's money.
Isabelle only remembers her life in Collingstead, where she's lived since she was 2. Throughout elementary school, she was unpredictable, while generally well-behaved. Although one year she refused to do any homework just to see how it would affect her grades, the next year she did so well that she skipped straight to the next grade. In junior high/middle school, her grades stayed at a more constant B, but her behavior, friends, and hobbies changed all the time. She went from being a 'rebel' to a 'prep' in just a matter of months. Once she reached high school, though, she stuck to the same groups of friends a little better.
Hometown: Collingstead
Marital Status: Single
Role Play Sample:
[[This is a rp sample I wrote for a different site, and a different character.]]
Isabella took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Two seconds. That's all it would take. Just two seconds. Cross the living room, slip through the doorway, then upstairs, door locked. Safe. She opened her eyes again. Stupid, stupid. There was no danger. It was just a room. An almost empty room. But it was the almost that really got her. At the moment, she'd rather have it filled with a million people than just that one. Him. And maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if her mom was home. Or if the the room was lit by more then the glow of the tv screen.
But enough of the ifs. She knew she was being stupid. Jon had never done anything... Anything except look. But those eyes on her, staring right through her. Not knowing what thoughts were going through his head. And the smile, the little half smile like he knew something she didn't. But still. She was 15 now, it had been more than two years. If he was going to do anything... anything at all, wouldn't he have done it by now?
Every night, the same thoughts. Deep breath. It's just a room. She pulled her sleeves down past her hands, closing her fists around the ends. One more deep breath, then she opened the door. No turning back now. Hurrying through the room and up the stairs, it was a surprise even to herself the she didn't trip and fall. But once her bedroom door was closed, she could breathe easily again. Safe. She smiled a little to herself. She was stupid, so stupid, for thinking she wouldn't be. Yet she knew, next time, it would be exactly the same.
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