Post by caitlyn1 on Aug 6, 2010 4:36:51 GMT -5
ISABEL DAWN TAYLOR
"that rebel moon is shinin', those stars burn like diamonds"
"that rebel moon is shinin', those stars burn like diamonds"
-- CAUSE NOW, IT SEEMS I'M WIDE AWAKE
Nickname: iz, izzy, izzo, bells, belle.
Age: seventeen.
Gender: female.
Race: chosen.
Background: american.
Sexuality: straight.
Grade: senior.
Occupation: student.
Powers: electricity manipulation.
Play-By: simmy cottrell.
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-- OPEN MY EYES AND ITS AMAZING
Dislikes: sadness, her father, pink, stale food, eggs [like, eggs and bacon. she'll eat them when they're in things, like cake] being called childish, cats, nerds.
Habits/Quirks: laughing, singing, nibbling on her lower lip.
Fears: death, her power being found out.
Secrets: she has depression, she wants no one to know because she doesn't want to be seen as a freak.
Personality: izzy's fun, happy, and colourful, basically the little sister you wish you had. she can be annoying, too, and she's sarcastic a lot, but she really likes to see people smile. she's generally happy, unless she's forgotten her pills, which she sometimes does, because she says that taking pills makes her feel like some kind of insane freak that should be locked up. she loves music, she loves the tour, and her bandmates are more like her brothers. despite the idea that she's really girly, she's seen as one of the guys, and she usually tries to hang out with them, because it's less drama. also, despite the fact that she seems all innocent, she's far from it. she's a firecracker, too, so i suggest you watch out. and don't get her mad.
now, onto the next thing. isabel has depression, but she is by no means some whiney emo kid that self harms all the time. she's quite...happy and energetic, but she does self harm often, and she has, once or twice, attempted suicide.
izzy likes photography as well, along with singing and guitar playing, and when she's not playing the guitar or singing, she'll probably be taking photos with her camera.
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-- HOW MY WORLD HAS CHANGED WHEN I LOOK AROUND
Parents: Unknown and Keith Taylor, Forty, Accountant.
Siblings: Jacquelynn Taylor, Eighteen, Student and Ryan Taylor, Twenty, Student in College.
Pets: None.
Biography: isabel was born to her father...you see, her mother died during childbirth, but, that was really no reason for her father to hate her. but he did. isabel was brought up with her siblings, she was always the somewhat neglected child, but her stepmother, ellen, thought that she could do better. her stepmother is why she's here now. isabel got through primary school with average grades, although, when she was put in music tuition, she got exceptional exam results back after her first year, causing ellen to persuade isabel's father to continue with the lessons. around the age of thirteen, though, things started to get a little...rough at home. ellen would come home late at night, causing arguments. a few months later, isabel was diagnosed with depression, the reason thought to be a chemical imbalance in her brain. so, her parents bought all kinds of medicines for her, in a hope to make her better...well, her father didn't really care, until one night, isabel attempted suicide, a month or two after she learnt she could flush the pills down the toilet. her father made an attempt to patch the relationship after that, but it was too late. around fifteen, isabel ran away to her grandparents, who put her on the meds again, and made sure she took them. eventually, they had to put her on stronger pills, because the doctors said to. her grandparents were supportive of her music, and they actually allowed the girl to drop out of school to pursue her music, but she didn't, she ended up moving here to her aunt's, and here she is now.
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-- AND THAT ROAD HAS LET ME RIGHT TO YOU
Age: Seventy eight.
Gender: Female.
Experience: Almost two years.
Contact info: PM either my global mod account, or this one for details.
Other characters: None unless my mod account counts xD
RP Sample:
The sunlight filtering in through the window didn’t bother Jackie as much as it usually did. That was probably because she didn’t have a hangover, but her head still hurt. Walking around in the dark trying to find something wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had. Nobody who was normal would’ve done something like that in a bus that looked like a bomb had gone off in it. Stuff was everywhere, and Jackie being the person she was, she’d fallen over and hit her head, really, really hard. Well, she might’ve not even fallen over. Maybe she’d just walked into a wall. Which wouldn’t really surprise her, she once ran into a glass door when she was younger. And anyway, it was pitch black in the bus so it wouldn’t have been that hard to do something stupid like that. She sighed, and heaved herself off her bed, still not properly awake, and made her way to the bathroom. This time, she made sure she flicked on the light switch – she really didn’t want a repeat of last night, because that really hurt.
The only upside to today was the fact that it was a Saturday, meaning that crew people, aside from the merch people had the entire day to themselves, as Saturday performances were always later than any of the others. So, as she turned on the shower, she made the decision to take the time to explore Vegas, she hadn’t really been out and about much yet. Or out and about when she wasn’t so drunk she couldn’t see and when it wasn’t pitch black at night, which it usually was when she came back from various places. She cautiously put a hand under the water, testing the temperature. Why she did that was beyond her, any normal person would’ve remembered the fact that the shower on the Kickstart My Heart bus had only two temperatures. Scorching hot and freezing cold. Jackie turned down the heat a bit, and tried to shower as fast as she could in the freezing water. Not that the water being freezing was a bad thing, as it was quite warm outside, and the cold water was somewhat refreshing. After her shower, she set about trying to find an outfit that looked somewhat decent, and that she wouldn’t overheat in. She eventually settled for a pair of leggings under her denim shorts and a tank top that appeared to be clean. She grabbed a muesli bar and her sunglasses off the bench, not bothering to leave a note as to where she was, she’d be back in time to set up, or so she hoped. If she was late to set up, her manager would probably kill her. And Jackie liked being alive. You could do things when you were alive, you didn’t really see dead people walking around doing stuff. Dead people stay in coffins and whatever else. Well, he wouldn’t kill her. Maybe fire her? And she really didn’t want to lose her job, apparently she was good at it, and she liked being on tour. Sure, she may not like the cramped bus she had to call her home, but tour was fun, with lots of different people on it, all brought together by music. Some of them weren’t in the music part of the tour, but they still liked music. Who didn’t like music? Jackie knew that if she didn’t have music, her life would be a rather boring life to live.
As she opened the door, she realised it wasn’t that warm out, but it was warm enough. Jackie preferred the cold…well, she liked the warm, it meant she could go swimming. Just she was more of an autumn type weather person. She liked mild weather, when it wasn’t too hot, but it wasn’t too cold to go swimming. Speaking of swimming, that’s what the dark haired girl felt like doing, but she realised that she’d have to go back and put on her swimsuit, and she really couldn’t be bothered. Instead, she settled for walking to the beach, stopping at the refreshment stand on the way to buy a smoothie. What? She was thirsty, and it wasn’t good to be dehydrated, because then you get headaches, and Jackie’s head was sore enough already.
Approaching the beach, the girl spotted someone she thought she knew sitting in the sand, looking out at the ocean. Walking closer, she realised it was someone off the tour, just she couldn’t quite remember their name.
“Hey.” Jackie spoke, sitting down next to the person. Well, if they didn’t want to talk to her, they could just get up and leave, couldn’t they?
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CREDITS GO TO SKYE. LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM 'AWAKE IN A DREAM' BY HEDLEY.
