MIRAZIDA, isabelle yvette

[isabella yvette mirazida.]

ISABELLAYVETTEMIRAZIDA

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TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
I'M JESS BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I AM FEMALE AND I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 2 YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY EPIC. I ALSO OWN NO ONE YET!
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM/IM/EMAI/TWITTER/FACEBOOK, JUST ASK TO GET THEM FROM ME! SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

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TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/COLOR] ISABELLE YVETTE MIRAZIDA
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] BELLA
( A G E )[/COLOR] SEVENTEEN
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] DECEMBER 19
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] JUNIOR
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/COLOR] BOYS!
( J O B )[/COLOR] STUDENT
( A L L E G I E N C E )[/COLOR] POWERS ACADEMY
( P O W E R )[/COLOR] HEAT/LIGHT PROJECTION. HEAT/LIGHT COMES OUT OF HER HANDS, AND THE SIDE AFFECTS ARE MINIMAL TO HER, BUT ANYONE WHO HAS THE LIGHT/HEAT USED ON THEM WILL FEEL INTENSE PAIN AND WILL BE BURNED. WHEN SHE IS SCARED OR UPSET, SHE HAS LESS CONTROL OVER IT.

I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/COLOR] DARK BROWN, NORMALLY WORN PIN-STRIAGHT AND DOWN HER BACK.
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] CHOCOLATE BROWN
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] 5’5”
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 134
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] YES! SHE HAS A ROSE ON HER HIP AND THE WORD “BEAUTY” ON HER WRIST
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] EARS ARE PIERCED, SHE HAS TWO HOLES ON BOTH EARS AND HER BELLY BUTTON IS PIERCED
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR] AVERAGE, SHE STICKS TO NORMAL COLORED SHIRTS WITH NO PATTERNS AND JEANS MOSTLY. MOSTLY, SHE SHOPS AT SMARTSET (IF THEY HAVE IT IN THE STATES)
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] NINA DOBREV

MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/COLOR]
- Lost
- The Vampire Diaries
- Reading
- Writing
-Music in general
- Bunnies
- CSI
- Moonlit walks
- Knowing the 411
- Being around people.
( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR]
- the Dark
- Spiders
- Death in general
- Justin Bieber
- Rap Music
- Bullying
- People who are judgemental
- Suicidal people
- Mushrooms
- Fish
( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR]
- Her power
- Knowing when to ask for help
- Knowing her limits
- Sort of fearless when it comes to certain things
- Her voice
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR]
- Chocolate
- Math
- Josh Groban’s voice
- An Italian or British accent
- Being a clutz
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR]
- She runs her fingers through her hair a lot
- She writes in a journal everyday
- Bites her thumb nail when she’s deep in thought.
( F E A R S )[/COLOR]
- Death of another family member or friend.
- Accidently killing someone
( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR]
- She had a thing with her older sister’s fiancée at one point
- Strongly believes in the afterlife
( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR] Isabella is really quite shy and quiet, and tries to keep to herself when she meets new people. She has a quiet and sort of secretive personality, and she likes it that way. It's hard to get her to let you into her mind and tell her secrets to anyone, she hates talking about her past and when someone brings it up, she looks down and doesn't say anything. Bella is sort of terrifed of cars and she tries to avoid them, she prefers to walk places as it is. She reflects her personality in the music that she writes and only a few people ever get to hear her music, mostly her closest friends, and she doesn't have many of those.

LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/COLOR] MOTHER. ELIZA. 46. UNEMPLOYED
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] FATHER. JEREMY. DECEASED.
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] MIRANDA. 22. COLLEGE STUDENT
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] NONE
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] NONE
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] A BLACK CAT NAMED LUNA
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR] Isabella had learned that she has a power when she was a child, and she tended to accidently set things on fire, or burn herself. Her parents didn’t know what to do about it! Her parents had decided that it was best if she didn’t go to school with what they called “regular” people, and enrolled her at the Power’s Academy. And in all honesty, she truly loves it there, but after what happened to her, she has kept quiet and to herself.

When Bella turned sixteen, everything went to hell in a hand basket. A few days after his sixteenth birthday, her and her father were in a terible car accident that caused her father his life. She could very clearly remember how it happened, which was rare for anyone who had been in any type of fatal accident. She could remember that someone was passing them and as soon as the car passing them got back into the lane and sped off, they were hit head on. She remembered feeling her head hit the dashboard and her father calling her name before the world went black.

Bella has basically kept to herself since then, and she tries to not have to talk about what happened to her, because she doesn’t want to re-live those horrible memories. Which is where her diary came into play. She would write in it everyday after her accident and found that writing was one of the best ways for her to cope with what had happened to her. A few weeks after her accident, she had learned that her sister was engaged to be married, and Miranda’s fiancée, Aaron, had a small thing for Bella. They both kept it to themselves and eventually, they both felt that doing this to Miranda was a mean and horrible thing to do.

Now, a lonely and heartbroken seventeen year old girl with a special ability, is looking for a couple more friends and a lover for her. She still writes in her diary everyday and keeps it well hidden in her dorm room.

( S A M P L E P O S T )[/B][/COLOR] Morgana Underwood was in bed with a young man by the name of Jason Stark, straddling his waist as she kissed up his chest. She enjoyed playing the sad, lost and alone girl whose parents died is a tragic fire. The best part for her was that people actually bought her little story. The 450 year old vampire was having fun being in Italy, toying with two brothers. Jason and Nick Stark, and she had wonderful plans for all three of them. A life planned out for her, Jason and Nick. Granted, she had been compelling Nick to drink her blood, but she hadn’t had to compel Jason once, and she loved how willing he was towards her. Morgana kissed along his jaw and neck, lightly nipping at it here and there. Her hands ran along his chest as she pressed herself closer to him.

She wouldn’t ever admit it to anyone, not even herself, but when she was with him, she forgot everything that she was, who she was and what she did. She forgot that her first kill was her own brother, and for that she could never forgive herself. Now, well she was a floozy who bounced from man to man and didn’t care who she hurt in order to get what she wanted. She liked to call it, survival rules. And she loved those rules she had set out for her.

Her long dark hair fell off of her shoulder , sliding onto his chest in the process. She could hear every sound and knew where everyone was. His father was in his study, pouring himself a drink then sitting back down to continue reading a book, which book she didn’t know. There was a maid in the next room, changing the sheets on the bed and on the second level, someone was dusting the shelves. People in the Stark Manor had become accustomed to having Morgana there, and she was loved by everyone. Well, almost everyone, she still had yet to win over their father Randal. She wanted to, she wanted to be welcomed and loved by everyone in the manor. She wasn’t going to be able to compel him because he was smart and drank and wore vervain.

“I’m corrupting you Jason,” she murmured against his skin. She felt his blood pulse beneath it and did she ever want to open his veins and drink his sweet blood. Feel the warmth of it down her throat and on her lips, but since she had just eaten, she was going to be fine for a while and not drink his blood, despite the urge that she had, “my sweet, innocent Jason.” She felt the wind blow from the open window and with her incredibly good hearing, she heard the sob come from a young woman and looked out the window.

YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL

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( C R E D I T S )

THIS LOVELY APPLICATION WAS MADE BY OMGWOLF?!
OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.

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[!pepper]

;;ACCEPTED!!!