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[h3][color=#C70039][center]"....Even if I only remember my name and part of a stupid promise...I am me, and always shall be me no matter what happens nor what paths I take in life."[/center][/color][/h3]

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Standing at a fairly unassuming five foot eight, Isabella is tall if not entirely too physically impressive. She has bright, flame red colored hair that falls past her shoulders, with crimson eyes and slit, nearly serpent like pupils. One can easily make out two sharp fangs that extend from her canines, and she is often seen wearing a small smirk or smile. She is a fan of fancy, high-class seeming robes and clothings. Perhaps in her past life, she was someone of some importance. It seems black and golds are her favorite colors.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Typically silent and not too talkative, Isabella seems to always regard those around her with some boredom, and perhaps a sense of superiority. While she is far from unfriendly if spoken too, she tends to speak very sarcastically and bluntly, often with scathing and biting remarks. She tends to prefer to be alone, and values her privacy and doesn't particularly like large crowds or meeting with others. She's not a bad team player mind you, she just likes to keep a professional distance from everyone for some reason.

She is a very curious person by nature, and loves learning about different subjects. Always craves knowledge, and how to use it and seeks to better herself through a number of subjects, and always willing to try new things. Even if said things are rather...not so nice in nature. Seems to not care for authority so much, nor does she seem to entirely trust Nera.

She is however, surprisingly clumsy at times.

[H3]~Stats~[/h3]
Str = 1
End = 1
Dex = 1
Spi = 0



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[hider=Isabellas Blade]

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The blade was longer than most of the others, though not quite as thick looking. It was as tall as she was, and while she may not have been too tall it was still impressive. It was completely black, with a green gem of some sort embedded in the hilt. Eight, serpentine looking eyes laced themselves in the guard, still for now, but she could have sworn she saw them curiously moving about a few seconds ago. The guard was shaped like four spindly spider legs, four sharp points jutting out from the sword. Where the blade met the hilt, it seemed to mimic a serpents maw, four fangs meeting the blade on both sides of it.

Then the blade itself seemed to quiver. The blade shifting, quivering as if alive in some manner. The eerie blackness reminded her of some sort of insect carapace almost, but before she could ponder further the blackness shot out like some sort of black silky threads and latched onto her right arm, pulling itself into her hands.

The first thing she noticed was how heavy it seemed to actually be. Nothing she couldn't lift with some degree of difficulty, but it would take at least some manner of dexterity and physical strength to wield this thing with any modicum of skill. The next, was the fact the blade shifted once again in her hands. The blade wavering, rippling and making wave like motions along its blade as if it was excited, or perhaps waiting for something.

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