"Fear? Just another word for motivation baby."
The Basics
"My friends used to say my middle name would have been a better name for me because I'm like a rose, pretty and delicate. But careful babe, A rose has thorns." Isabel Rose Thorn
Nickname(s):
"I don't care really, as long as it makes sense." Isabel doesn't really mind what you shorten her name to. There are plenty of ways to do it, so just pick what you like best. Izzy, Iz, Belle, Bella, ect. Her mother used to call her her Izzy-Busy-Bee. Other than that, she's never really had a nickname. A few people have just called her Thorn, or Rose, because they say she's a lot like a rose. Pretty, but covered in protective thorns. However, only a rare few have made this connection, because not a lot of people get through to the real her anyway. Most people just get hung up on her outer layer. She loves nicknames though, so if you can think of one that doesn't sound stupid, or offensive, by all means, go right ahead. As for other people, she makes up nicknames a lot. Often, she'll call you something on the spot, and not matter how many times you tell her not to, she'll call you that for however long she knows you. She also uses pet names like babe, and baby often, but usually to tease or flirt, not out of actual affection.
Age:
"Too young to have any real fun. Leagally anyway, not that that's ever stopped me." Just turned eighteen the day before yesterday.
Role:
Isabel Thorn | Human girl | Teresa Palmer
Colette's hair is bright icy blonde, almost white. People say she needs to lay off the bleach, but this is actually her natural hair. In the summer, it's bright platnium due to the sun bleaching it, while in the winter, spring, and summer, it has darker blonde, caramel brown, and gold low lights streaking through the under layers. It's soft, and extremely long. Sometimes she straightens it, a process that takes hours, but sometimes she leaves it in natural waves. Very rarely will she curl it, but when she does, long white-blonde ringlets spiral down to her hips. She's very fond of the length of her hair and would never cut it. Naturally, it's just past her hips. Her bangs sweep gently across her forehead to the right, framing her face. Sometimes during the summer, she'll add things to it, like hot pink tips, but she's never fully dyed her hair and never will.
Eye color:
Icy, vibrant blue. They're extremely pale on the inside, with dark cobalt rings around the outside, and veins of the same color running throughout, looking like shattered ice. They're rather large on her face, and paired with her fair skin and bright hair, make her look doll like, and innocent, something she definitely does not deserve, but uses to her advantage often. People tend to underestimate her, because her large eyes make people think she's helpless and kind, especially when that's what she wants them to think, because she's an expert at putting any emotion she wants into her gaze. Their unusual color is quite captivating, as there is a lot of contrast between the dark cobalt blue, and the much much paler, icy, almost-white, blue.
Skin tone:
Creamy peach, with pink tinted cheeks.
Build:
Small and petite, though her muscles are toned, and she is extremely quick. She has small, delicate features, appearing breakable and fragile. However, she has the appropriate curves for a girl her age. Despite this, she is quite tall, being a model, standing at a height of 5'11"
Tattooes/Piercings/Scars:
"Yes, the 'perfect little princess' has tats and piercings. Get over it." Iz has two tattoos, and several piercings. Her first tattoo is simple, yet powerful to her. It sit's along the waistline of her jeans, on her lower abdomen, reading: "I am the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved." Her second tattoo is small, and it's a tiny printed date that sits between her shoulder blades, with two small angel wings coming off the sides. This is the date of her mothers death. As for piercings, she has both ears pierced once, her belly button pierced, and her left ear pierced three times in the cartilage. Finally, when it comes to scars, she has one, almost unnoticeable one along her left collar bone, that she got from an abusive boyfriend.
Overall appearance:
"Careful now, looks can be deceiving." Izzy has a cute, put-together look about her, despite what her personality is. She practically radiates confidence and it shows in the way she walks and talks to people. She doesn't care what others think of her and she reflects that in her outward appearance, wanting everyone to see her for who she is. If they don't like it, it's their problem. Iz has long bright blonde hair that hangs down to her hips. It's soft and sways when she walks in gentle waves, making look like she sleeps in braids every night. It's so pale, it seems as though she bleached it and could be called white when she's in the sunlight, but holds just enough gold in it to make it blonde. Her platinum hair frames a smooth, pale face with a sharp, defined jaw and high cheekbones. Her skin, paired with her hair make her look very pale, but not unhealthy. Under thick eyelashes, Belle has shocking eyes and together with her small frame, light wavy hair, and pale skin, these eyes make her look like a porcelain doll. A look that gives her an innocence she most definitely does not have. She uses it to her advantage often, to get out of trouble.
As for body type, Izzy has all the appropriate curves for a girl her age. She's not remarkably curvy, but she's not a flat board either. She has small bones and a slim figure. Much like a doll, she looks small and fragile with a delicate form. Much unlike a doll though, Isabel is strong for her size, able to move with exceptional speed and balance. She knows her weaknesses and strengths and when fighting, is quick to utilize them, making her shockingly tough.
When it comes to style, Iz is very put together, even though it clashes with her personality completely. On the outside, she appears pretty, and perfect, while on the inside, she's a tornado, waiting to be unleashed. When around her family, she dresses practical, and classy. When in school, or out in public, she bends the dress codes as far as possible for a hot, but classy look. She's the trend setter. The one the other girls follow and envy. When around her friends or just running errands though, she's more laid back with her style. And finally, when going out for a night on the town, causing trouble, her clothing can easily be described as revealing, and borderline slutty.
Not that it's your business, but..
"I like a lot of things, but let's face it. If I don't like you- you're fucked."
⤠Being left alone when she wants it
⤠Boys
⤠Kissing
⤠Feeling needed
⤠Feeling important
⤠People who understand her
⤠Quiet
⤠Strength
⤠Modeling
⤠Getting what she wants
⤠Attention
⤠Succeeding
⤠Parties
⤠Alcohol
⤠Smoking when stressed
Dislikes:
"That depends. How much time do you have?"
â Being told what to do
â Being used
â Annoying people
â Whinny people
â Clingy people
â Feeling restrained
â People who ask too many questions
â Being looked down on
â Loneliness, though she excludes herself
Fears:
"Baby, the word fear isn't even in my vocabulary."
â Falling in love
â Getting hurt
â Nightmares
â Loneliness
â The dark
Habits:
"Old habits die hard."
â° Smoking. Not often, actually almost never, but when she's partying, she lights up sometimes, or when she's stressed.
â° Biting her lip when she's scared, nervous, or intimidated.
â° Twirling her mother's locket when thinking, even though she always keeps it hidden under her shirt.
Not just another pretty face
Independent [in-di-pen-duhnt]
Adjective
1. Not influenced or controlled by others in matters of opinion, conduct, etc.
2. Thinking or acting for oneself
3. Not subject to another's authority or jurisdiction
4. Not influenced by the thought or action of others
5. Not relying on another or others for aid or support.
6. Not depending on something/someone
"Trust me. I'm not someone you want to be messing with, sweetheart." Izzy, is, just as she says, not someone you want to mess with. She is tough as nails, despite the "perfect little princess" act, she plays. She is very manipulative and tricky, and, even if you don't think she's a threat, you should be afraid of her, because she'll hold a grudge. She may not get you right away, but she'll get you eventually. She's big on revenge. Sometimes, her revenge is public, and embarrassing, allowing everyone to see, sometimes it's much deeper than that, more sneaky, hidden, and behind the scenes, but she always gets her way.
Izzy has not had it easy, and that takes a toll on her personality, making her tough. It's nearly impossible to break her, and once you have, almost impossible to get her to show any signs of it. Some say she's fearless, but really, she's just good at hiding her fear. She's a master of deception. Her whole life has been nothing but a lie. In school, she's always been the popular girl. The one everyone wants to be. She had all the boyfriends, the beauty, the friends, the hair. She was perfect. Her life was perfect. Everything about her was perfect. So she was happy, right?
No. This is just the outside of Iz. The first layer of the onion, it is a part of her, but not the whole her. She's the popular, bitchy girl, sure, but there's much much more underneath. However, she finds it easier just to give people what they want. To be what they want her to be. In the modeling business, everyone wants you to be something, so she gives it to them. She plays along. She gives people what they want. It's easier than being who she really is, and being rejected, or dealing with all the shit she'd get.
Really, Iz just likes to rebel and be free. She wants to do what she wants to do, when she wants to do it. No questions asked. Her tough shell protects her from being hurt, and she nearly never let's anyone through. It takes a lot for her to open up, and be herself with someone. A lot. She's sarcastic, and blunt, but not stupid. She has a filter and knows how to hold her tongue, but also knows how to use it to inflict the most damage possible. Her tongue is a bitter weapon. She's an expert at hurting, manipulating, cheating, and enchanting people, with nothing but words.
Words, and her incredible empathy. She sees into people. See's what they want, what they fear, and knows how to give it them. She's a hard person to figure out, and as soon as you think you've done it, she changes. Isabel, despite all this toughness, does not often show this unless enraged, afraid, or hurt. Ninety percent of the time, she's playing the role of "happy little popular girl," giggling, rebelling, and having a good time. But as soon as you cross her, hurt her, or scare her, those walls slide right up, and she's locked down tighter than a safe. She's titanium strong, and good at hiding fear with sarcasm and whit.
Despite all this though, getting to know Isabel really is worth while. Don't let her intimidate you. For all her protection, she's just looking for someone to care about. Someone who's not afraid to push her, to push down her walls. Who'll refuse to go, no matter how many times she pushes them away. She's not looking for sweet, kind, gushy relationships. She's looking for someone who cares enough to yell at her. To push her to be herself. When she let's you in, though it may take a lot, she's fiercely loyal, and would lay her life on the line for you. She also has a soft spot for kids and animals, because they're innocent. When innocence is threatened, she's not afraid to step up and defend it.
Isabel is extremely self-preservant and independent. She puts her own self preservation before everything and everyone, not caring who she has to knock down in her way, the lies she has to come up with, or the hearts she has to break to get what she wants, or to keep herself safe. Some would say she's ruthless, or emotionless, but this is far from the truth. She is actually just has a hard time trusting. She tries her best to do right by people, but she has a hard time letting down her guard. She's locked up tighter than a vault, and, though it is possible to crack her code, most people don't even attempt it. She's had a rough life, but she makes the most of it. That's what she does. Makes the most out of terrible situations. Her solutions may not be the best in the long run, leading to more suppressed feelings than anything else, but she'll do anything for a quick fix.
Isabel is a tornado, all wrapped up in a pretty package. A rose, pretty and delicate looking, but protected by thorns. You have to do a little work, taking off those thorns, but in the end, it's all worth while. In all, Iz is tough-as-nails, and someone you probably don't want to mess with, but if you push past her protective shell, you'll see that there's really someone worth while underneath.
Welcome to my life
"Alright, I'll tell you, but we're going to make this brief, got it?" To recap everything that's ever happened to Isabel would be pointless, and quite frankly, depressing, so we'll stick with the big events, though there are many smaller, but not insignificant, events sprinkled inbetween.
She was born to a beautiful woman named Maya Thorn. Maya had long, ivory hair, and a perfect cream complexion with shocking eyes, like shattered glass. She almost couldn't leave the house without men tripping each other to get her attention. However, she never seemed notice or care, for Maya was not vain. She lived in a shabby little house, with her daughter and worked at a diner, waiting tables. Life was hard, and shew as living paycheck to paycheck, to afford food for her and her daughter, bills, and her daughter's schooling. On top of it all, Maya had been diagnosed with depression, and had to borrow money constantly to pay for her medication. Sometimes, when they were particularly low, she would go without, fighting depression for weeks, or months at a time, trying her best to overcome it and be there for her daughter. She didn't always succeed, but Izzy knew she was trying, and that's all that mattered to her.
Isabel never knew her father, and her mother refused to talk about him to her, and was usually pretty adamant about this. Occasionally though, when her mother was having a really bad day, (particularly when it rained, for her mother never liked the rain as it depressed her) she would sit in a plush, wing-backed chair, and stare out the window all day, twirling a locket at her throat. When Izzy would come to her, she'd sigh loudly, look at her daughter, and tears would pool in her eyes. Iz, not liking her mothers sadness, would sit at the woman's feet, wanting to be close, to cheer her up, but never knowing what to say. She never knew what was wrong. It was during these times that her mother would talk about her father, though still telling her very little.
Here's everything, even what Izzy doesn't know:
Her father, though her mother never told her his name, was a charming man, who had swept her off her feet the moments she'd laid eyes on him. He was taken with Maya's beauty, and would come into the restaurant often to see her. aIt wasn't long before they were seeing each other outside of Maya's work. He hung around her for three years without any real commitment, before getting her pregnant. As soon as he'd learned of the pregnancy, he'd gone mad, blaming her, and screaming. He slept with her best friend, accidentally getting her pregnant too. After that, he left, leaving behind two pregnant women, their friendship nearly ruined.
Instead of getting angry about it and letting it tear them apart, though, the two women grew closer together, depending on each other. Maya and her friend dropped out of school, and were shunned by their families. At a young age, they were forced to grow up fast, and got a tiny apartment together. Maya kept her job as a waitress at the diner she'd met Izzy's father at.
It wasn't until after Isabel, was born Maya developed her depression, for Isabel was actually born a twin, but when the two of them were six months old, Isabel's twin fell ill an died. Her mother never really recovered from the loss of a child, and it was hard for her to remember that she still had one child living. Maya's friend had a son, Elliot, and Isabel grew up with him, and his mother in the same house. Her and Elliot fought often, and still do, but they depended on, and would never give up on each other. Isabel, though she rarely ever says it, loves her half-brother very much, and he's not just a half brother to her, he's her full brother.
When Izzy was eleven though, there was a fire, and in such a tiny apartment, it was deadly. The children slept near the front door, and made it out alive. Maya and Elliot's mother, however, were not so lucky. They were killed in the fire, leaving Isabel and Elliot orphaned and sent to Mrs. Pram's Home For Orphaned Children. They lived in the horrible orphanage five years, before Isabel couldn't stand it anymore. When she was sixteen, she convinced Elliot to run away, and they've been living in the city, living off of Isabel's modeling money.
Down - Jason Walker
I don't know where I'm at
I'm standing at the back
And I'm tired of waiting
Waiting here in line, hoping that I'll find what I've been chasing.
I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it's coming down, down, down.
Not ready to let go
Cause then I'd never know
What I could be missing
But I'm missing way too much
So when do I give up what I've been wishing for.
I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it's coming down, down, down.
Oh I am going down, down, down
Can't find another way around
And I don't want to hear the sound, of losing what I never found.
I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
I never know why it's coming down, down, down.
I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Oh it's coming down, down, down.
I don't know where I'm at
I'm standing at the back
And I'm tired of waiting
Waiting here in line, hoping that I'll find what I've been chasing.
I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it's coming down, down, down.
Not ready to let go
Cause then I'd never know
What I could be missing
But I'm missing way too much
So when do I give up what I've been wishing for.
I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it's coming down, down, down.
Oh I am going down, down, down
Can't find another way around
And I don't want to hear the sound, of losing what I never found.
I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
I never know why it's coming down, down, down.
I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Oh it's coming down, down, down.
