The following images are roughly reflective of Izzie’s appearance, but obviously...ignore the rifle :v Also, take into account only the facial features, so disregard the hair. I had trouble finding a picture that had everything I had intended, but these are a pretty good approximation for her face. >.>

At her full height, Izzie stands at about 193 cm tall (about six feet three inches), which is confessedly rather tall for a woman (especially of Brazilian descent), a fact she is well aware of, weighing in at about 186 lbs as a result of her muscle mass and towering physique. Height has always been characteristic of her, and in her youth she used to resent the fact that she stood head and shoulders over most people her age--it made it impossible for her to go unnoticed no matter how much she wanted it to be so; since then, however, she's adapted and uses it to her advantage. Similarly, her strong, firm build seems atypical for a woman—lean, powerful muscles are visible across her arms and abdomen, indicative of considerable upper body strength; she maintains her strength through a daily exercise routine, so that nobody gets the impression that she’s weak (and, y'know, so that she isn't weak). In point of fact, it's easy to mistake her for a man by her height, build, and utter lack of any feminine markers to show otherwise. Her skin tone is immediately indicative of her ethnic origins in Brasil; it is a dark, olive-tan shade, of the kind characteristic of those of Pardo descent, marred from place to place with scars of varying size and origin.

Izzie has, or rather had a naturally attractive face--but the years have done their work and taken their toll on what could have been a prior beauty now fled in the face of smokes, alcohol, stress, pain, and the simple but decimating passage of merciless time. She's no longer beautiful by any standard of the word, and she never was 'cute', at least not by the implications of the word; a particularly astute (or sympathetic, either way) observer could note that she does, however, bear a toughened, indelicate sort of prettiness about her. Sharp, defined facial features grace a small, dark countenance; high, prominent cheekbones carve out a significant portion of her features, surrounding a small, slightly pointed nose (that's evidently been broken one or two or three times in the past), under which rest thin, dark lips ungraced by any artificial colouring or lipstick, often pulled into a discontent scowl. Conversely, her hair is yet another chaotic, radical aspect of her appearance. Naturally a dark brown and wavy in tendency, Izzie has for the past few years been wearing her hair in dreadlocks, dying and highlighting it an amalgamation of black, red, and orange--because her hair the way it was was just too drab and colourless as far as she was concerned. Just wasn't...extreme enough.

One of the first things most anyone notices about Izzie, however, is that she's covered head to toe in tattoos of all different kinds--focused more in her upper body, however. The most readily apparent, and largest one, would be the Motörhead War Pig across her back, adorned with bullets, chains, spikes, and the name of the band itself in arching letters over it. Some are abstract and/or spiritual in nature, such as the large, flaming ankh on her upper left bicep, the Eye of Horus on the back of each hand, and the Uraeus on her lower back. Others are in relation to her favourite bands: these include another Motörhead War Pig on her right bicep, or the Obituary tattoo across her right forearm; she also has one of Death's original logo (in red) at her collarbone, Deicide's '666' on the bicep above her Obituary tattoo, and the Obituary saurian eye tattooed on her left upper arm. And others are frankly simply rather gruesome in nature. For example, she has one across her lower left ribcage of a grievous wound, exuding crimson blood, revealing metallic rib bones (also, as it were, dripping copiously with blood); it’s rather similar to this, except, as said, with metal bones instead of...bone...bones. She has another spanning the upper right portion of her back and running all the way down the back of her right arm, depicting a corpse wrapped in what looks like spiderwebs hanging from a tree of tormented skulls and faces that extends down her arm, eventually devolving into a mass of skulls set against brimstone and blood. The first tattoo she ever got was one of the letters 'IZZY' across the knuckles of her right fist; she did it herself when she was thirteen years old with a sewing needle and pencil lead. And there are a couple more, but they adorn areas that...most will not see, to put it shortly (no, you dirty-minded ass, they're not there. Mostly in her midriff area).

In regards to clothing, Izzie for the most part does not vary a whole lot in her choice of attire, often opting for a tight sleeveless shirt or a band tee. Invariably, over this you will find her wearing a beloved leather jacket of hers; it's covered in studs and spikes across the back, with one large square in the centre covered by a huge Ace of Spades patch that reads "Born to lose - Live to win". As far as lower body clothing, she typically opts for a pair of dark blue jeans, sometimes with a tear or two to be found because she simply can't be arsed to go and buy new ones whenever they tear (and anyway, metalheads/punks are all into torn jeans and so on), tucked into or over a pair of leather harness boots. She goes all out with accessories as well: you will often find her with a copper bullet belt wrapped around her waist, with loops of chains hanging from them, just in case it wasn't obvious enough that she's a thirty-year-old metalhead. You will never, ever find her wearing a skirt, or a dress, or a blouse, or really any article of clothing made exclusively for women (hell, most of her shirts, her jeans, her jacket, they're all made for men, not women...but with her build, it really makes no difference). And similarly, you will never, ever find her wearing make-up. No lipstick, no nail polish, none of that shit.

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☂First: Isabelle
☂Middle: Moraes
☂Last: Vieira

☂Nicknames: Izzie, Iz, Is. Call her Bella and she will violently disassemble you to your composite molecules, and then put you back together in a form resembling pure agony.

☂Always Known As: Izzie is what she demands to be known as. She won't respond to Isabella (she has always held the opinion that it's just too feminine and 'weak'), she will definitely respond to Bella, and she's okay with Iz or Is. Some people don't even know her name is Isabella and not Izzie. Which, y'know, works just fine for her.

☂Age: Nineteen years old. The combination of having moved to a completely different county at a young age, delinquency, collective time spent in jail for various offences ranging from assault to possession of drugs, and sheer lack of interest in school for the most part have worked against her and as a result she was held back in high school one grade, and thus she's older than most of the people present.


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╰☆╮Worst Memory: She has a number. The day she found her mother dead of an overdose when Izzie was seventeen. She doesn't talk about it, and not even her friends are aware that Izzie basically lives alone. She avoids any question of her parents, or who she lives with, and has managed to keep that and her father's abandonment hidden all along. Before that, it was indeed the day the twelve year old girl came home from school to find her mother sobbing, surrounded with empty bottles of beer--and then informed that her father had abandoned them for good.

In particular, though it wasn't her worst memory, there was one moment that stuck with her. Because the ratty, rundown apartment in which she and her mother lived was located not far from the shoreline, whenever Izzie wanted to be alone (and she usually did), she'd go out to the shore, sit on the sand, music playing in her ears and cigarette in hand, watching the waves and wishing she could be anyone but who she was, anywhere but where she was, somewhere on the other side of that ocean. One night, she was sitting and watching the ocean waves, in particular watching a lonely little ship, barely visible in the dark, sailing out to sea. She remained strangely transfixed on the little ship for what felt like hours--until it finally disappeared onto the horizon. And at that moment, something seemed to change for Izzie--because she realised she was never going to cross the metaphorical ocean--what the ocean had come to symbolise for her. She realised that her life was never going to go anywhere, and that she was probably going to be alone and empty for the rest of her life. The next day, her mother died of a combination of an overdose of heroin and alcohol.

╰☆╮Best Memory: The first time she heard Motörhead's 'Overkill'. It got her involved in metal and punk music, and basically changed her life for good. It became a lifeline. If not for that one Motörhead CD, all those years ago, maybe she would have lost hope and perished long before she had a chance to make it out of that life. Maybe she would have become like her mother--a hollow, lifeless shell, a mere reflection of what might have once been a human being, driven not by soul and feeling but by alcohol and drugs. The music gave her a soul, a voice, a breathe, and she never stopped listening from that day on. She scrounged together money to buy band tees and to buy new CDs—overall, she suddenly began to emerge from the destitute, angry shell she had become, and realised that she was steadily beginning to find happiness in her life. One could really argue Izzie's life began with that single Motörhead CD.

Another of her best memories was meeting Alex Webster. She was nine years old at the time, newly immigrated to this strange and unfamiliar nation that called itself the United States, and her parents had dragged her out to a nearby playground. Bitterly, the little girl sat curled up against one of the walls of the playground structure, spitefully snapping at any child who dared approach with a heavily accented "Go away!"--a polite request they typically complied with. Alex, for whatever reason, kept coming back and asking why she wanted to be alone, asking if she wanted to share his toy bucket and spade, asking if she wanted to go on the slide, to which she kept responding with those same two words. Eventually, however, she found herself eventually getting used to him, even enjoying his presence, and at that Alex became the first friend Izzie had in the new country she now lived in. Since then he's been with her through anything she has encountered--the abandonment of her father, the death of her mother, living alone, he's been there for her.

╰☆╮Friends from Childhood: Alex Webster. She trusts him beyond anyone else; he's the only person who knows she's lesbian, the only person who knows she lives alone, and the only person who can really claim to know much about her life.

╰☆╮Family:

* Mother: Alice Vieira (nee Noguiera) - deceased at age thirty six
* Father: Sergio Vinicius Vieira - Currently thirty six years old, but Izzie doesn't know where he is or what he's doing--nor does she really give a shit.
* Siblings: None.


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๑Brief Personality: Izzie is without a doubt a very difficult person to get along with, and an even more difficult person to get to know and truly understand--she is, put bluntly, an extremely abrasive woman. Rough, fierce, and stubborn at best, cruel, callous, and violent at worst, she tosses about swear words and curses as casually as adjectives and verbs, and she’ll turn a verbal disagreement painfully physical at the drop of a dime simply out of what she perceives as a need to protect her pride and dignity. Her sense of humour is dry and sardonic, with a heavy dose of pessimism, and sometimes insulting to those around her if they aren’t used to her biting sarcasm in the first place; her tried and true way of dealing with others is highly caustic in nature. Izzie is also highly averse to anything she perceives as an attempt to control her or extend 'help' to her, as she is a fiercely independent and self-reliant woman and believes there is nothing she can't do on her own if she really wants to get it done. She has a love of the ‘fast life’ that never seems to abate, from the drugs to the loud music to the alcohol, she does it all and never slows down. Unfortunately, she is as a result heavily addicted to cigarettes and alcohol, to the point where she goes nowhere without at least three packs of smokes on her, and is literally capable of drinking two eight packs of beer and then go looking for more—and in times of great stress she will resort to harder drugs. It's not a healthy lifestyle whatsoever--but Izzie doesn't give two fucks what anyone thinks of her lifestyle, and if you've got any complaints...well, she's all ears. Just be prepared for her to dismiss your complaints. Typically, in a violent manner. She'll tolerate such remarks only from Alex, and even then he knows better than to try to chastise her for how she lives.

Beneath what resembles an irascible, insensitive, destructive skin however can be found a rather different persona. A persona that is far more vulnerable and conflicted than Izzie would ever suffer anyone to see on the surface. Her violent lifestyle, proclivity for fighting, drugs, and loud music, none of it can obscure to her mind the fact that she has no idea what she is doing with her life--she seeks a better, happier existence for herself, secretly discontent with the careless, unhealthy life she's living, but has already condemned herself to the belief she'll never go anywhere else. The violence, alcohol, smokes, music, and loose sex used to work to stave off the doubts and uncertainties of life, but their effects are rapidly waning--and yet her tendency to fall back on them isn't at all, especially when she's constantly torn by overwhelming guilt, remorse, and uncertainty, even though she fears even now that she'll die alone with a syringe in her arm by the time she hits twenty. She's headed straight for self-destruction, decay, and collapse, and knows it. Plagued with fears, guilts, anger, and pain that stretch back to years that seem to have befallen someone other than herself when she looks back on them now, they fester within her, refusing to grant her a moment of clarity and peace, forcing her to fall back on her vices and lonely, unhealthy lifestyle to cope. Her abrasive and wholly unpredictable personality mirrors her fear of personal pain and abandonment--Izzie has convinced herself that if she keeps others at arm’s length with her wild and aggressive attitude, she can avoid making connections, and thereby the pain of the inevitable severance of those connections. She has come to fear the pain of losing those she loves and cherishes, and believes that by avoiding true friendship and love she can remain untouched by this grief.

Alex Webster is the sole person who has managed to pierce through this mindset--and Izzie still fears constantly that he might leave her, by his own will or by forces beyond the control of either of them. For one, she knows that he's got a pretty good future ahead of himself in college, but she herself has no such future, her delinquent history having doomed any chance of significant success in higher education. Even now, though she typically trusts him implicitly, there are underlying fears that Alex is going to eventually leave her behind to focus on his career, find new friends and eventually forget all about her.

๑Likes: Izzie is a straight-up metalhead with a passion for metal and punk music. And when she says metal and punk, she sure as hell ain't referring to that poser bullshit like nu metal and metalcore (I'm lookin' at you, Avenged Sevenfold and Slipknot), or 'faux-punk' (I'd be lookin' at you, Green Day and Blink-182, but I'll spare myself the eyesore). When she says metal, she means fucking metal. Anything from the deathgrind of Cenotaph and Carcass, grindcore in the vein of Napalm Death and Assück, the technical death metal of Death and Suffocation, straight up death metal like Deicide and Nile, the thrash metal stylings of Megadeth and Slayer, classic heavy metal such as Judas Priest and Motörhead, hard rock legends such as Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath, crust punk in the vein of Doom and Gallhammer...hell, even jazz and blues, such as Art Blakey, Weather Report, Miles Davis, and BB King. She listens to it all, most of it (in particular, the metal and the punk) at outrageous volumes that make people wonder how the hell it is she hasn't gone deaf yet.

And in addition, Izzie enjoys reading. Much to the surprise of most people who take her for little more than a mindless, violent metalhead, in point of fact, Izzie can claim to have run through the works of Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Steinbeck, Orwell, Kerouac, and Wells, reading in depth into every book she comes across. You'll often find her, cigarette in hand, headphones buried into her ears blasting Deicide's 'Trifixion' at outrageous volume, dark eyes scanning intently over the pages of a Murakami novel. On which note, she's remarkably good at passive multi-tasking, which is what enables her to listen to music and read at the same time without being distracted fully one from the other. Hell knows how she does it (Alex sure as hell doesn't). She and Alex will often lend one another books and discuss whatever they've lately been reading.

Besides that, she seems to rather enjoy alcohol and cigarettes (well, obviously, she doesn't enjoy them...but, well, she's addicted to them). Not much else, really. To her, life is her music, her friends, and her drugs. Take all those away from her, and she realises there isn't much for her in life.

Oh, and she loves swearing.

๑Dislikes: Oh, well now we're getting into something that Izzie could go on for years and years about. Let's try to shorten the listen just a bit before she goes off about everything from the abomination that is the cherry pie (god how she hates those horrific things) to how goddamn annoying the colour yellow is (seriously, whose fucking idea was that disgusting fucking colour?).

First things first. Izzie hates hates hates hates hates shitty music. Now, what constitutes shitty music, you ask? First and foremost, as said above, poser metal. Nu metal and metalcore, shit that's watered down for assholes who can't take the force of real metal (all that, of course, being her own words). And don't even mention deathcore, that eldritch abomination masquerading as 'extreme metal'. She thinks they're making a shitty, accessible form of 'metal' to feed to idiotic emo teenagers who don't know jack shit about real metal and giving metal a bad name. Besides that, she loathes rap and pop music, as well as alternative rock, and should you turn it on in her presence, she'll...well, she won't react well.

Ignorant people grate on Izzie's nerves. So do people who call her out on her callous behaviour or tendency to be a bit hypocritical at times. She has an inherent tendency to rebel against authority when it tries to exert control over her, which explains her apparent distaste for institutions such as the police or politics. And, given how independent and self-reliant she (does her best to look like she) is, Izzie hates it when people try to help her, even Alex. She loathes nuts. Dresses, skirts, and make-up are repulsive to her. The very concept of flip-flops makes her want to hurl (including the name of them...flip-flops? Really? Read that over a couple of times and tell me it doesn't sicken you).

But these are all largely trivial dislikes (okay, so she gets pretty angry over music, but that aside). But there's one thing she truly hates--and that's liars. Liars, traitors, backstabbers. The worst of her considerable hatred goes out to them, people who incur unendurable harm on those around them, manipulate and use them, without a thought for the damage they are doing.

๑Best at: Izzie's pretty good in a scrap, being surprisingly strong due to her daily exercise routine (fuelled by a determination to never be seen as weak in any way). She's an experienced fighter, and has wiped the floor with dudes twice her size. And she's shockingly intelligent about the things she really puts her mind to, proving a quick-minded and sharp woman. She's good at keeping things she doesn't want known to herself, which is how she's managed to basically ensure her friends besides Alex know nothing of her domestic life or her parents. And lastly, she's a fairly good guitarist. She only owns an acoustic (as if she has the money for an electric guitar and amplifier) so on it she plays mostly old Brazilian folk songs and blues songs, and she's not a brilliant guitarist, but she can play, and sometimes even sing along with it. But because of her gruff, raspy voice, this reflects on her singing voice, which couldn't be called lilting or beautiful in any regard...not that she goes for that sound in the first place.

๑Worst at: Izzie is, as a consequence of her years of self-imposed solitude and hostility towards others, absolutely terrible at dealing with any feelings she has towards others--and any feelings others have towards her. Things such as love and affection flat-out confuse and scare her, and if she were to feel love towards someone, it's highly likely that, confused and fearful of what it could possibly lead to, she would shut that person out and try to crush those feelings out. She's also pretty bad at handling subtle feelings or situations, since all her life she's dealt with feelings and problems by simply shunning them, or reacting to them with overkill.

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❤Currently In Love With: Nobody present. Do you see any of the chicks present blasting death metal or....well, doing anything that Izzie would consider attractive? Which isn't a slight to the ladies present...not by anyone's standards but Izzie's, anyway. She just really wouldn't consider a relationship with really any of the women present--then again, one has to wonder if she'd consider a relationship at all with anyone beyond one night stands with people she hardly knows, if at all.

❤Ideal Traits: Izzie's ideal woman someone who shares her taste in music, is tough, can handle themselves in a fight--someone who can handle her general abrasiveness and erratic demeanour without flat-out giving up on her as she's used to people doing. As it is, however, outwardly Izzie's experience with relationships is limited to one night stands in which she seeks the temporary, fleeting pleasure of sex, fervently avoiding the dangers and pain of love and an actual relationship. As she says it, "A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long." She is also lesbian, but given how tight-lipped she is about her 'love life', if thus it can be known as, most people assume she's either asexual (judging by her demeanour) or heterosexual but uninterested.

❤Dream Date: Dream date? Hell if she knows. Anywhere would be fine. Hell, isn't love supposed to be about the person, not where they take you? As long as it ain't some kind of weird-ass girly thing, Izzie doesn't care if a date means roughing it up in a mosh pit at a Suffocation concert (ha, she should be so lucky) or going out to some romantic cafe at sunset. Anyway, she's convinced it's never gonna happen anyway, so why think about it?


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☣Turn Offs: Pop music, poser metal, flirts, people who are weak and whiny, pompous douchebags, ignorance, cowardliness, angsty emo jackasses who think their lives are fucking made of pain and whatnot when they've got everything fucking great in their lives....the list goes really, really long. Might as well just wait and see--and hope you don't fall into any of those categories.

☠You're Dead if: Pet peeves? As Izzie would put it, she doesn't have pet peeves; she has major psychotic fucking hatreds. And you're dead if you play pop music near her, if you make fun of her tattoos or her music, if you mock her heritage or her accent, if you...basically, if you say anything to her, what with her unpredictable temper, there is a 50/50 chance she'll kill you. And that's only partially hyperbole. Most of all, if you start shit with Alex. Izzie will not tolerate her best friend to be insulted (even if Alex, with all his easygoing nature, probably will).

☹ Fears: Izzie fears above all being abandoned or betrayed by those she trusts--it's her one most crippling fear in life, the one that stands in the way of her ever attaining happiness in life. She can't interact with anyone without feeling that if she gets too close to them, they'll hurt her by leaving, whether of their own accord or due to circumstances outside of her or their control--ie, death. More information under personality, I guess. Other than that, Izzie is honestly a rather fearless woman. She claims that she has nothing to fear from anybody, because ultimately everyone is human and that means they're as weak and vulnerable as the next person. Besides that, her fear is of deafness--she constantly fears that one day she'll wake up, somehow deaf and unable to hear her music. It's kind of an irrational fear (well, so is her fear of abandonment), but it remains as such.

×Weaknesses: Her crippling fears of abandonment and trust are her one glaring weakness. If you were a truly cruel, evil person and wanted to hurt her, you could accomplish this by biding your time, getting close to her, managing to get her to trust and truly cherish you, take comfort in you--and then leave her. Leave her, reject her, abandon her, any such thing. Experiencing that again would probably make her revert straight back to the hostile, empty girl she had been before she became friends with her current group, and it would in all likeliness destroy any chance of her enjoying life ever again. Besides this, her abrasive attitude, foul mouth, tendency towards violence, and proclivity for drugs doesn't exactly appeal to everyone, nor do her plethora of tattoos, which many find off-putting--not that she gives a shit.


❣Can't Live Without: Music. She cannot. Live. Without. Music. It gave her life true meaning all those years ago--it was a lifeline that she still holds onto with all her strength. If she were to, for whatever reason, lose her hearing, she would feel as though her reason for living was gone, such is her dependency on music. And she's very dependent, though she doesn't realise it, on Alex; without him, she probably might not have made it this far, given how his easygoing, laid-back attitude anchors her and helps her through her morose, depressed states.

ஐFavorite Things: Also music--but I won't go in depth to it this time, I think I've made the point. She also loves motorcycles and muscle cars, and would buy one or the other except that she can afford neither.

☭Regrets: She regrets a lot of things. She feels responsible for her father's departure, and therefore sorrowfully regrets both his abandoning of her and her mother, and, by offshoot, her mother's death. She feels responsible for that as well, because she feels that had she not been the cause of her father leaving, her mother wouldn't have sunk into drugs, and she wouldn't have died as a result. Less significantly, Izzie regrets, subconsciously, part of the way she's been living her life, because it has closed the door on any possibility of higher education or university--none would take her with her criminal record and delinquent tendencies.

ღPlans For the Future: (The ღ symbol is a Georgian letter. Had to say it). None whatsoever. She has no idea what she's doing with her life. No idea what college or university she should go to, if any--no idea what to major in if she decides she should. She wants to someday join a metal band, but she doesn't play any instruments besides an acoustic guitar (acoustic death metal? That'll be the day), and though she can do death metal vocals, she's convinced that people will think she was only 'allowed in' to a metal band because she's female and is okay at death metal vocals.

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☞ It's important to note that she immigrated to the United States from her home country of Brazil, where she lived in the favelas (ie: the desolate, wretched shanties and slums) outside São Paulo until the age of nine. That much she'll say about her life (that is, that she's from Brazil, nothing much more). So she's fluent in Brazilian Portuguese with some command of Spanish, and proficient with English--she has an accent and messes things up from time to time.