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"No, that isn't my original name"
Isabella Kaela Wright
|{Nicknames}|
"I've also been called a few unmentionable nicknames in the past. Lets stick with the decent ones"
Bella, Izzy, Isabel, Kaela (to close friends)
|{Birthday / Age}|
April 7th / 864
|{Ethnicity}|
"Surprise"
Israeli / French
|{Sexuality / Martial Status}|
Heterosexual / In A Relationship
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"Do not screw up my hair. Ever."
Isabella has rather long hair, going down to her mid back. Often it looks shorter because of the curls that she put in it. She takes pride in having soft and silky hair. Brushing her hair is a habit that she has to keep her sane, and her raven locks thank her for it in luster.
|{Eye Color}|
"Typical"
She never considered her eyes to be special, but some would say the deep brown color is rather hypnotizing.
|{Height and Weight}|
"I'm a bit smaller than average, but hey!"
Only come to 5'3, she isn't terribly tall. Heels make her what is considered "normal" height. Isabella is rather light, but only because of the strict work out routine she follows. Though - she can eat like a pig.
|{In Depth}|
"I look pretty okay most of the time"
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"Headaches are terrible, but I get them often"
βͺ Carries headache pills with her as her headaches are frequent βͺ Dances slightly when happy βͺ Sings in the shower βͺ Doesn't eat carrots βͺ
|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
"I excel at a few things"
β Skilled dancerβ Incredibly intelligentβ Understanding of othersβ Makes good breakfastβ Speaks Spanish and Frenchβ Quick readerβ Observantβ
|{Flaws || Weakness}|
"I'm far from perfect"
β Not physically strongβ Allergic to carrots Gets terrible headachesβ Weak immune systemβ Deflects tough things with humorβ
|{Hobbies}|
"Sleeping is very much a hobby"
| Dancing | Singing | Playing cards | Reading books of all sorts | Practicing languages | Observing others | Sleeping | Doing makeup/hair | Watching mystery television and figuring out the killers |
|{Fears}|
"We are all afraid of something, trust me"
ΓΈ Having her headaches foreverΓΈ Dying without doing anything worthwhileΓΈ Never finding "the one"ΓΈ HospitalsΓΈ
|{Secrets}|
"Secrets are something we all carry"
β€Headachesβ€
Harley keeps her headaches secret to avoid others worrying about her. They are terribly painful and at times spread pain to other parts of her body. It is a sad side effect of her powers.
β€Hates her parents for allowing her to be a test subjectβ€
She is a firm believer in being in control of your own life. These abilities she has weren't her choice to have, and now she must live with them
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Harley is a hard person to describe. She's a rather different girl in the eyes of society. Always dressing a bit differently and saying other things. Witt and sarcasm seem to fit hand in hand. Often she comes back at people with a remark or smart comment. Some find it annoying, others find it humorous. People find it hard to believe that she is actually incredibly intelligent at first glance. She speaks like a smart ass, acts like a wild child, and marches to the beat of her own drum. When one finally looks past the persona she allows everyone to see she is actually rather kind-hearted. Harley won't hesitate in coming to talk to you at two in the morning if you need a talk (although her pep talk may be a bit strange) or want to get a drink.
When she's faced with difficulties she clams up and finds an area to think through her problems. If people try to disturb her during this time she simply won't talk. She'll just stare until you leave. She's always bottled her feelings in fear of rejection - mostly due to her Father's words. She has a hard time trusting people completely, and insults are sometimes taken to heart.
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|{Likes}|
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βDisarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what i choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to youβ
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