Description

Personality

Izzy is known as the one to get things from. She deals drugs - Vicodin, Demerol, and the likes mostly - and it is a known fact that she uses them as well. She's absolutely not afraid to fist fight with a guy, and would come out on top 9 times ot of 10. She's very rarely seen without her iPod touch and industrial-sized headphones on her ears.

"Dissonance" is Izzy's favorite word, and the first word she spoke. Sarcastic and impulsive, Izzy has been called a child plenty of times before, and is willing to keep it up. If she spots you and is curious, she's apt to pull you from a crowd and dance with you in the middle of the street, just to get a closer look. While not one to make friends, she has millions of acquiantances that she's met in just that way. Eccentric in behaviour and tongue, she's the final copy of 'trial personalities' that she'd tried, leaving her a tiny bit jaded but much more content with being as out there and independent as she damn well pleases.

Favorite Musical Artist: Muse, Battles, Nobuo Uematsu
Genre Preference: Though anything with a great beat and a story to tell can get her going, Izzy prefers something she can close her eyes and rock to - fast or slow, techno or jazz, classical or rock, it just has to activate her stimuli. Though her favorite styles range very widely, it's almost positive that noone around her would appreciate her favorites as much as she does.
Genre Weakness: Sappy music, anything that sounds similar to a church hymn; what a bore.

History

Background: Isamune was born to a very poor family in Red Bank, New Jersey. Her mother a prostitute and her father a drunk, Isamune quickly became a troubled child who ran the streets in search of a more comforting atmosphere.
Around 2 years ago, her only and best friend, a friend she'd nicknamed "Boom" for his fascination with heavy beats and music in general, passed away. Him beings her only support beforehand, she got into selling drugs and her body to support herself
Now, having been through everything, Izzy is finally content with herself, going out to clubs (jazz, rave, you name it) and with her own apartment. Sadly, her life in the street has left her with a bad addiction to pain pills, as well as a bad habit to defend herself a little too quickly.