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Isolde Jancis

WIP

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a character in “Copper and Gold”, as played by Alkali

Description

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โ People say I'm extravagant because I want to be surrounded by beauty. But tell me, who wants to be surrounded by garbage? โž



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The Inside



| Nicknames |
Jan || Ice|| Jay

| Gender |
Female

| Age |
Eighteen
|Face Claim|
Sytry Cartwright || Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist

| Master/Sevant Relationship |
โ™”TBA||
โ™”TBA||


|Role|
Master 6
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| Likes |
โšœ Social Gatherings|| As creepy as it might sound, Isolde enjoys seeing people
interact, even if she isn't a part of the action.
โšœClassical Music|| Unlike her bursting personality, soft slightly melancholic
tunes allow Isolde to be in a much more thoughtful state of mind. Instrument
of choice? Clarinet.
โšœFencing|| She began playing at the age of six and has been hooked ever since.
โšœ Architecture|| To Isolde, nothing spells a rightful sense of knowledge and
refinery than Architecture. She is fond of the arcs and curves of Roman
Architecture and symbols that run through the art.
| Dislikes |
โšœ Defiance|| Know your place in this world and suck it up.
โšœ Children||
โšœ Party Poopers||
โšœ Writing||



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| Personality |
Describing Isolde Jancis is like describing a garden. Bees seek nectar, weeds lurk between the bushes, and thorns harm offenders. In this garden, her wit and charisma are the sweet nectar that brings attention to her while her dominant and controlling nature are the roots that keep her on the ground. WIP



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| Biography |
Family:
Mallory Jancis || Mother|| Alive || 40 ||
Taegan Jancis|| Father|| Deceased ||
Lysander Johannsen||Step Father||Alive||38||
Isaac Johannsen ||Brother || Alive ||12||
ANSWER HERE





| Other |
โšœSexuality|| Isolde is a sapiosexual.




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"Don't. "


So begins...

Isolde Jancis's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Felicia Haddon Character Portrait: Alistair Character Portrait: Uchiha Brothers Character Portrait: Charlotte Tate Character Portrait: Isolde Jancis Character Portrait: Eugene Carver Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Winston Character Portrait: Darius Arteria Character Portrait: Hanako Tsubakawa
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Contrary to what was commonly believed, Alistair had never learned to sail a boat. He had never learned to do a lot of things stereotypical of the rich and famous. For example, he had never learned to play polo or chess, and he had never been one of those people to sit at his desk and count his pennies while enjoying the busy metropolitan landscape from his penthouse flat when there wasn't any smog. However, he was doing something very typical of what rich people did. He was lounging on the deck of his incredibly expensive luxury yacht, a butler stood erect behind his chair, sipping a glass of ice cold lemonade and watching the day go by. He'd been there for a good few hours now, and people had begun to congregate ashore to snap pictures of the rich young man. Alistair smirked slowly, but only after moving a hand to conceal the expression.

"Jeeves," He addressed the butler behind him. His name wasn't really Jeeves, but Alistair thought the stuffy name suited the stuffy man, "Jeeves, bring me some more lemonade"

"Of course, sir," The man drawled in his upper class tone, and Alistair laughed as he took his empty glass. The man reminded him often of a monkey that had been pushed into an expensive suit and put on show. Everything was comical about the man, including his bow legged walk. Alistair sighed and smiled, before standing and walking to the rail of his yacht to observe the day.

It was warm, hot enough that his drink had been refreshingly cool and beads of condensation had trickled down the glass. It made a nice change from the normal British weather. Alistair was dressed as he normally was - in stylishly worn jeans and a crisp white shirt with a loose black tie. His ever present hat was sat firmly upon his head despite the heat. In all honesty, Alistair wasn't too sure what to do with his day. It was approaching midday, and he'd already wasted the morning away eating sweets and drinking lemonade.

Turning, Alistair went back to the chair he'd been on, and, sitting on the edge of it, popped another skittle into his mouth as he slipped his phone out of his pocket. Jeeves returned with his lemonade, and Alistair took a sip as he swallowed the skittle, savouring the sweetness of his treats. In the reflection of the glass, he saw his servant, Hanako, who he had forced to come along with him that morning. Alistair smirked to himself, and turned to her, before beckoning with just one finger. He waited for her to approach before standing. As usual, he towered over her, but he chuckled softly so that he wouldn't intimidate her too much. He offered her the covered bowl of skittles and rose a quizzical brow.

"Would you like a skittle, Hanako?" He asked her, his tone implying some later mischief.