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Isobel Shields

It's powerful stuff, human hemoglobin, both as a physical, life-giving substance and tangible instrument for psychic workings.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Celedia

Description

Name: Isobel (Goes by many aliases as well.)
Nickname: Izzy
Age: 24
Race: Human
Subtype: Succubus/Blood mage
Sex: Female
Eye color: Pale blue
Hair color: Blond
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120
Build: Lithe
Notable features: A colorful tattoo of a koi fish upon her right bicep, a trio of ragged whitened scars down the left side of her neck that look like claw marks.
Profession: Unknown :]
Abilities: Performs rune-based magicks, usually destructive or healing in nature and enhanced by the use of blood and affected by the amount of blood used. She was also discovered at a young age, to have the ability to manipulate someone's soul/energy. Literally being able to rip someone's soul from their body in a violent manner or draining their life force away slowly, making them appear withered until they fade away.
Weaknesses: Human weaknesses. Can be hurt/harmed/maimed/killed.
Random Info: This mage has been through a lot. It shows in the tinge of weariness in her crystalline eyes and for anyone that has known her for awhile it can also be seen in the slight change in her personality. Life has a way of leaving its mark on the soul... Does it not?

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Isobel Shields's Story

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Isobel Shields nudged open the door to Gambit's with her shoulder with her hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans. Her clear blue eyes roamed over the bar's patrons, looking for potential dangers. Once or twice before she had attempted to enter the bar only to be confronted with all out war and chaos, causing her to turn tail and retreat to calmer locations.

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Isobel Shields walked towards the bar to grab a drink before she would retreat to a booth or table and upon passing a casually dressed man flipping a metallic disk. Smirking at his comment, she hadn't meant to eavesdrop but he didn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular so she chimed in. "It smells good because I just entered. You're welcome." She laughed and kept moving towards the bar without missing a beat.

Upon reaching a row of touchscreen menus, she eyed them carefully contemplating her choices as she flipped through the program. Food, drinks. Drink, alcoholic or non? Definitely alcoholic today. She tapped a red nail on the arrow, scrolling through until she found dark rum.

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Isobel Shields grinned at the robotic bartender as it rolled her way with a bottle of the Captain's finest and she held up three fingers. "Three glasses, love. Let's not make me waste my time by making you come back again and again." Light laughter escaped her lips, almost joyous, and she reached into her pocket to retract a wad of bills which she tossed on the opposite side of the counter in payment. It had been quite a lucrative week and she planned on celebrating. A loud bang rattled the countertop and she cast a quick scowl towards the man sitting a few stools away from her, glad that she hadn't received her drinks yet. If the motion had spilled any of her beverages she would have been pissed.

The bot set out three short, fat glasses all in a row then upended the bottle of rum, moving swiftly from one glass to the next until each was filled with the amber liquid. Isobel saluted him before he could roll away and picked up her first shot, downing it with a wince.

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Isobel Shields kicked back her second shot of rum, trying to give herself a bit of time between each so that she still kept her wits about her. Light blue eyes trailed over each patron, noting physical characteristics and mannerisms. Her jobs usually required information and a few times she had gathered the info before she even had the job. Gambit's was full of people that had in some way, shape or form, hurt or pissed off another person enough for them to seek their death or humiliation. She just happened to be in the business to help them achieve their goals.

She turned, resting her elbows against the countertop as she leaned backwards. As her eyes continued to wander, she noticed a young mother had brought in her babe, causing Isobel to pause her inspection momentarily. -What would cause a mom to pop into a bar? Was she in trouble?- the blonde thought to herself.

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Isobel Shields once again pushed open the door to Gambit's, eyebrow arched as she saw two people squaring off in battle. Her light blue eyes rolled, wondering why people never killed each other in dark alleyways like normal people did. If one of them caused her to spill her drink, she would be pissed. Walking around the edge of the room to avoid the conflict, she reached the bar and tapped in an order for a trio of whiskey shots.

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Isobel Shields opened the door to Gambit's, taking a quick glance around as she moved to the bar. Perplexed, she paused as she reached the counter, spinning slowly in place so she could count heads. "Damn, it's dead in here," she muttered to herself, sliding onto a barstool when she turned back around. Even the robotic bartenders were being eerily quiet tonight.

Lifting her hand, she easily punched in her order onto the touchscreen menu, flipping through her choices until she finally settled on a glass of tea. She had been toying with the idea of a double shot of whiskey, but she wanted to keep her wits about her. The odd stillness of the room made her edgy.

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Isobel Shields nudged open the door to Gambit's with her shoulder with her hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans. Her clear blue eyes roamed over the bar's patrons, looking for potential dangers. Once or twice before she had attempted to enter the bar only to be confronted with all out war and chaos, causing her to turn tail and retreat to calmer locations.
Perplexed, she paused as she reached the counter, spinning slowly in place so she could count heads. "Damn, it's dead in here," she muttered to herself, sliding onto a barstool when she turned back around. Even the robotic bartenders were being eerily quiet. Lifting her hand, she perused the touchscreen menu, flipping through her choices until she finally settled on a glass of tea. She had been toying with the idea of a double shot of whiskey, but she wanted to keep her wits about her. The odd stillness of the room made her edgy.

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Isobel Shields nudged open the door to Gambit's with her shoulder with her hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans. Her clear blue eyes roamed over the bar's patrons, looking for potential dangers. Once or twice before she had attempted to enter the bar only to be confronted with all out war and chaos, causing her to turn tail and retreat to calmer locations. Upon reaching a row of touchscreen menus, she eyed them carefully contemplating her choices as she flipped through the program. Food, drinks. Drink, alcoholic or non? Definitely alcoholic today. She tapped a red nail on the arrow, scrolling through until she found rum.

She grinned at the robotic bartender as it rolled her way with a bottle of the Captain's finest and she held up three fingers. "Three glasses, love. Let's not make me waste my time by making you come back again and again." Light laughter escaped her lips, almost joyous, and she reached into her pocket to retract a wad of bills which she tossed on the opposite side of the counter in payment. It had been quite a lucrative week and she planned on celebrating.

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The robotic server set out three short, fat glasses all in a row then upended the bottle of rum, moving swiftly from one glass to the next until each was filled with the amber liquid. Isobel saluted him before he could roll away and picked up her first shot, downing it with a wince. A quick flick of her hand sent the emptied glass sliding across the countertop and she picked up her second shot, toying with it as she spun around on her barstool to study the drama.

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Isobel Shields found her gaze drifting away from the bar's more dramatic patrons as her peripheral vision caught movement to her left. Though instead of turning her head, she waited until Chris Bateman sat next to her and asked her if she would like a drink. A soft smirk played across her lips as she held aloft the shot of rum in her hand, also gesturing behind her shoulder to her third and last shot of rum which remained on the countertop. "Thank you, but I think I'm good for now."

A light chuckle escaped her lips as she spun on the barstool once more, facing the rows and rows of liquor bottles placed on the shelves behind the bar. Crossing one leg over the other, she decided to continue the conversation. "What brings you to Gambit's?" she asked as she knocked back her second shot of rum and slid the glass back across the counter towards the bartender.

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Isobel Shields almost narrowed her eyes at the man, but refrained. It was perhaps the first time she had met a normal, decent looking human male at this bar. Something had to be wrong with him- she thought with an internal laugh. God, how cynical she had turned since she had come to this city. Everyone seemed to be a vampire, demon, warlock, magic user, psychotic killer... And all of the 'normal' humans she had met were still outright violent- usually mercenaries or soldiers.

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she leaned an elbow on the countertop as she turned her upper body slightly towards Chris Bateman, allowing herself to smile at the man. "I am celebrating," she responded, gesturing to her next drink before picking it up in her well-manicured hand and raising it to him in a sort of toast. "It has been a good week so I think I deserve a nice little break. Some good rum, good company."

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Isobel Shields felt her smile stretch into a true grin. Perhaps this man was actually normal, that would be a first, though it slightly disappointed her since she had only enough time for the few drinks she had come in for and now she would have to leave. Not one to let an opportunity pass though, she extended a hand towards the man. "I am Isobel, Isobel Shields." She blushed slightly at the repetitive sounding greeting. "I do hate to chat and run, but I didn't actually expect to meet anyone even slightly entertaining tonight. I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised that I have." Her light blue eyes twinkled slightly, feeling a bit bold as she drank the last of her three shots of rum, she continued. "Perhaps we could... meet again?"

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Isobel Shields studied Chris for a moment longer before finally forcing herself to stand up. The last of her shot glasses was set upon the bar as one hand lifted, ruffling her blond tresses away from her face and tousling them back behind her shoulders. "Well, it was nice meeting you....." she paused long enough to see if he would give her a name. She had, afterall, given him her own name. It would be better than referring to him as 'that guy in the bar that I met the other night'. Noting the time, she inwardly winced and decided that she had paused long enough. Giving the man a quick wave, she strode back out of the bar, hooking her thumbs in her jean pockets as the door swung closed behind her.

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Wrapping her leather jacket more tightly around her lithe form, Isobel trudged through the misty rain towards Gambit's. A fresh jagged wound crossed her left hand, a nasty little side effect of using blood magic, and the cut seeped a bit as her body tried desperately to repair her newest laceration.

As she neared the front door, she paused momentarily and simply listened. No sounds of battle? No heated arguments or loud, thumping music? Surprise flickered across her features before she gave a shrug, nudging the entryway open with her shoulder and immediately scoping out the interior. All she saw was.... A malformed black blob sitting on the counter in front of a lone man? Strange. Not entirely shocking, but strange. The blob changed forms before she could move, but it didn't turn into anything outrageously hideous so she crossed the room, threading her path between the empty tables as she made her way to an empty barstool. With her right hand, she tapped in an order for a hot chocolate then kicked back in her chair to wait for its arrival.

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Isobel Shields motioned to a robotic server as it passed her by, pointing to her bloodied palm with a smile. "Do you have a napkin, perhaps? Bandages?" The machine simply whirred loudly in response, a data error flashing across its inboard screen before it rapidly turned and fled in the direction of the kitchen. Cocking an eyebrow, she awaited the bot's return and proceeded to laugh out loud as it unceremoniously dumped a roll of papertowels and a bottle of lemon-flavored water onto the counter in front of her, as well as her hot cocoa.

Shaking her head in amusement, her attention flickered over to one of the men sitting nearby, catching sight of his wave which she returned in kind with her uninjured hand. The other man then took it upon himself to approach her, changing into a massive wolf and causing her muscles to tense. Damn, she hated wolves. An odd, almost prey-like response kicked in as she froze in place, eyes focused on the dire wolf as she forgot all about her hand.

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Isobel Shields blinked in confusion as Drake stuttered out a warning towards the wolf, which turned into an 8 foot tall humanoid dragon in response. Now that the lupine figure was gone, she felt that she could actually breathe again and she stood up, positioning herself between the two men since one of them had drawn a sword. Raising her arms with a palm facing each of them, she said firmly, "Look. I'm fine," to Drake, then to Slash she added, "It's fine. I just have a.... fear of wolves." Regular wolves, dire wolves, werewolves. She had no recollection why but all of them caused her to seize up in terror.

Once she was assured that neither men was going to murder the other, she went back over to her odd collection of items and grabbed a papertowel, dabbing it at the now-dried blood upon her hand and sighing. Uncapping the bottle of water, she poured a teaspoonful onto her papertowel and proceeded to cleanse her wound, wincing only slightly as the acidity of the lemon stung her flesh.

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Isobel Shields looked up and to her left as someone tapped her shoulder, eyes widened slightly as she mentally prepared herself for some new bout of drama. Yet she was presented with a makeshift med kit from the silent and mysterious Drake, causing her eyebrow to arch even as her lips curved into a friendly smile.

"Thanks," she said, taking the baggie from the man and then nodding towards the draconian man while looking at Drake, "And uh... thanks." She repeated herself, though the last time she was more or less thanking him to stepping in and forcing the other man to shapeshift into something less threatening. Withdrawing a tube of antibiotic ointment from the bag, she applied a small amount to her laceration and then pressed a gauze pad against the wound before winding the rolled gauze around her palm to hold it in place. "I don't think I've ever seen you here before," she said conversationally.

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Isobel Shields furrowed her brow at the man as he spoke. Ahh, so it wasn't a stutter. Broca's Aphasia? She had no idea what that was, but it sounded... Well, like a pain in the ass, to be honest. "That sucks," she said quite succinctly, unsure of how else to phrase her feelings. As the man shifted his gaze away from her, her heart lurched for his predicament and she placed a hand over his. Opening her mouth to ask something new when he spoke yet again, asking her if she needed a drink. The question elicited a soft laugh and she shook her head, releasing the man's hand and reaching over to grab her untouched hot chocolate, pulling it towards her. "No thanks, I'm good."

Unable to quiet her curiousity, though also unwilling to cause the man undue stress, she had to ask one more question but she would at least introduce herself first. "I'm Isobel," she smiled at him, leaning her head to one side in an effort to regain his attention. "Do you.... " she frowned softly, rephrasing her question, "Is it just verbal? Or written communication as well?" She didn't quite understand if it was the formulation of speech or the actual effort put into verbalizing the thoughts that hindered him.

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Isobel Shields gathered her long hair back then tossed it over her opposite shoulder so none of it would hang in her face as she read his notes. Her eyes followed his writing easily and she mentally applauded his penmanship. Usually men had the worst handwriting. Her gaze flickered to his face once he was done, a smile still etched upon her lips as she realized that she could ask more questions without the fear that it would embarass or aggravate him. "Well met, Drake."

Using both hands, she closed up the small baggie containing the first aid supplies and put it onto the counter, sliding it back towards Drake so she wouldn't take it with her. She had an odd habit of simply tucking things into her jacket pockets and wandering off with them. Once her hands were free, she lifted her hot chocolate, taking a sip of the now lukewarm beverage to coat her throat before she asked anything else. "So, you had a stroke? You seem so young..." Like many people, she related strokes and other similar ailments to the elderly. "Is there anything you can do to regain the use of whichever lobe was affected? Is there any sort of rehabilitation available or treatments for such a thing?"

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Isobel Shields read over the notepad as he passed it to her and looked possibly even more inquisitive than before. "If my interrogations get tiresome, let me know." She warned him before her rapid-fire questions began. "How did you obtain the symbiont? What benefits did it provide for you? What hero did this to you and why in the hell would he or she think you would need saving?" She blushed slightly at her harassment of the poor man and settled down, remaining silent long enough for him to answer at least a few of her questions before she would assault him with any more.

As he revealed the scars along his arm, she visibly winced and reached out, running a fingertip along one of the whitened areas of skin as if trying to imagine its origination. It looked painful, much more so than any of the scars she had on her own body.

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Isobel Shields cringed as she read Drake's story, unable to imagine having such a thing done to her. What if her powers were caused by a parasitic organism and weren't simply innate abilities? She would be pissed if anyone took it upon themselves to 'cleanse' her of such a taint. Hell, she already had people trying to purify her soul and whatnot due to her abilities so what would happen to her if they succeeded? Would she die? Be left a shell of her former self? Drake's life story had her questioning things that she had never bothered to ponder before.

Still, her curiousity wouldn't let her drop the subject though it obviously was a painful topic for the man. "What is or was VARIAtech?" she asked first, having never heard of the company before. "And how long ago did all of this... take place?" Her eyes darted to Drake's face once more, reading his expressions as he responded.

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Isobel Shields motioned for one of the robots that was pacing behind the counter, waving him over towards them. "Can you reheat my cocoa, please?" she was polite, even to the inevitably unfazed machines that serviced Gambit's patrons. Gesturing towards Drake, she made the robot pause before he could return to the kitchen. "Would you like him to top off your drink while he's at it?" she phrased the question for him so a simple yes or no would suffice.

Once the bot had its instructions, it wheeled itself into the kitchen with her mug, allowing her to return her attention to Drake once more. She smiled at the man, oddly entertained though slightly heartbroken by his story. "Would you bond with the symbiont again if given the chance?" she asked bluntly.

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Isobel Shields took the newest note from Drake and read over it, placing it onto the countertop with the other papers when she was done. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully and she remained silent for a minute as she mulled things over. "Well then, do you know where Ko could be? Did you see what happened to...." he/she/it? She chose it, "What happened to it when the holy warrior tore it from you? Or did you go into shock from the stress, right away?" Her thoughts rolled through her mind at a mile a minute, wondering if Ko was the type of symbiont that would have to immediately latch onto another host or if it would be able to live freely until it found something more suitable.

Within minutes, the robotic server passed their way again, depositing Isobel's cocoa onto the table in front of her and then topping off Drake's cider with a steaming hot kettle before retreating once more into the back rooms. The blood mage lifted her mug, using it to warm her chilled hands for a moment before taking her first sip.

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Isobel Shields didn't know much about this VARIAtech, so his response only dredged up more questions. She felt like a newspaper reporter getting the scoop on the latest story. "If VARIAtech issued Ko to you, can they help you track it?" Her lips curved down as the train of thought took over, her eyes only briefly glancing at his mug as he slammed it down fitfully, though the outburst itself didn't bother her. They had been speaking about a relatively sensitive topic all night. Emotions were bound to come to a head.

"If there was something tangible that would link you to him I could try to ahhh..." she tried to word her next sentence carefully so he didn't think that she was a freak. "Help you locate it. I can do a bit of magick." Chewing on her lower lip, she focused now on her mug of cocoa. He sounded more scientifically inclined and those types of people usually laughed at the thought of magick.

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Isobel Shields pondered Drake for a moment, still grasping her mug in her bandaged hand as she thought quietly. "Understandable. Most people think it's an elaborate trick, so having some faith in it, no matter how slim, is a start." She wondered if now was the time to break into the topic of blood magic or whether she was better off waiting until they were a little more well-acquainted. Even people that didn't mind blood magick usually began to despise her as soon as they found out it was blood magick, or as soon as they found out about her other ability.

Shrugging a shoulder, she cast a quick smile at Drake and laughed softly. "Well, if you ever feel the need to look for him, I will try to help as much as I am able." Her mug was then lifted to her lips for another quick sip to quench her thirst.