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Name: Isabella Danvers
Gamertag: UltraVioletta
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
5'4", toned and busty, what people would call an hourglass figure. Her hair is straight, goes to her shoulder blades and is cut in layers. It's such a shade of dark brown that it's almost black, streaked with golden tones. Her eyes are a bright jaded green with specks of amber and skin-tone ivory, lightly touched by freckles.
She wears what she likes and what suits her body type. Always wears low cut jeans that are either skinny or flared. The only time you'd caught her in shorts is when working out and sometimes a skirt when clubbing, but besides that, even on a hot summer day, its jeans.
She's more open with her shirt style, but as casual wear you'd see her in some colored tank top with lace on the bottom or top, being layered by a form fitting graphic t-shirt that has a low cut neck. Since she's thinks that she is short, she tends to always wear a three inch heel (unless working out), be it boot or sandal and has perfected the art of running in them as if she is wearing running shoes.
Acessories are usually a necklace and some dangly earrings, having found that bracelets and rings are more of a annoyance so will only wear them out clubbing or on special days.
Personality:
Isabella is one of those girls who is known for being friendly to everyone, open-minded, cheerful, playful, good humored and tries to look on the bright side. She's extremely patience even to things that annoy her like ignorance people, but people who know her have seen that when her patience finally snaps, you better run. She's as patience as she is stubborn.
She has always been known to be mature and knowledgeable for her age since she was young, making her someone that her friends and acquaintances go to with problems or when they need advice. She never understood why people felt comfortable around her and just guessed it was because she was a good listener and tried to see the whole picture.
When it comes to guys, she's comfortable around them since she's grown up dealing with them. It's when guys see her as something besides friends that she gets shy or uncomfortable. She was never good at taking compliments, not knowing how to react to them and usually ends up looking away embarrassed. She does have her rare courageous moments when she'll be playful and sexy, but a thing like asking a guy out has always been something that she would always be afraid to do.
Chosen Game: FFVII
Chosen Character: Tifa Lockheart
History:
Gaming is an activity that 'runs' in the family. Her father, older brother and all her older male cousins did it. It was a family activity and being the only girl in the new generation, she found a need to prove herself at a young age so she could fit in and spend time with her family. As a young child, she started by watching them play, analyzing the game play since she rarely got to join in, then she would play when her family would go to do something else. This method made it so she could quickly adapt to games and would leave her family surprised when they played against her to learn that her wasn't a button smasher and would occasionally beat them in a match, or beat a boss that they couldn't beat cause of growing frustration.
As the two player systems were put aside for the new ones that aloud four players, she got to play more with her family then with the computer graphic villains. Of course she was still young, being eleven at the time she still wasn't a hard challenge for the teenagers, but she again was learning quickly, and she entertained them during the times she was able to make a surprise kill, outshot someone, or win a race.
By the time she was a teenager, her family didn't view her as a girl that they needed to go easy on, but a gamer on equal standings as themselves. Now having set her ground, she tried different genres then the fighting, shooter and racing games that her family mostly played, and learned that her favorite genre was RPG styles that had good stories, something she thought was because she enjoyed reading as a pastime. Gaming had turned from a way of proving herself into something she loved, a break from reality. Even as she moved away for university along with her cousins, they all still played online.
With the banned, her family getting together online for such activities was over. Her father, being from a generation that didn't have video games since childhood was mad, but able to get over it and move on. Her older cousins, brother and she didn't. Some participated in a few demonstrations, but seeing how things were not going to change by the use of such actions, the family decided to lay low till they found another option. It was her favorite cousin Mike that learned about underGROUND and told the others, and soon they were all members. She was the only one of her family there when that woman arrived while she was replaying one of her favorite RPG games.
Other: Her friends call her Bella. She's also addicted to good coffee and owns her own espresso machine, but that doesn't stop her from hitting a cafe since she likes the atmoshpere.
When fighting spiders in games, she does tend to tense up, will scream if surprised, and when attacking she'll have her eyes 90% closed so that it becomes a blur and becomes 'less scary'.
She has a BA in English, and is now in her second year of getting her Masters.
June 25th, 2011
11:47 PM
underGROUND warehouse ‘Hyrule’
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Isabella picked up her IPod that was resting on her lap and fast forward to a different song. When it came to old style RPG grinding, the game music tends to get boring after a few hours. She learned quickly that muting the TV and having her own playlist going was a good way to survive grinding with her sanity still in tack. It’s also a good way to keep her focus on the game instead of letting your eyes wonder to the distractions around her. People and games where everywhere in the warehouse and if she let herself get distracted by someone else’s game play, then she would get nowhere with her own.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye towards the digital clock on the wall and sighed in disappointment. “Where does the time go…?” She muttered under her breath. She missed the old days when she could stay up playing videogames until dawn, but gave herself a quick reminder that if it wasn’t for underGROIND, she wouldn’t even have this. UnderGROUND is something that she’s truly grateful for.
Shifting her position on the couch, she reached out for her take out coffee mug with one hand while steering her character towards a save point with the other. It was while sipping her coffee that she took notice of something odd. Her controller was warmer than her coffee; a lot warmer. It wasn’t as if her coffee had cool down that much between her last sip two minutes ago. Hell, how can a controller start to overheat so quickly that it was warmer than her coffee she got twenty minutes ago in an insolated take out mug?
Raising a questioning eyebrow at the PS3 controller, she went about shifting it to different angles wondering if it was defective. This has never happened to her before. It’s not like it was the room temperature causing the electronics to overheat since the Illusive Man made it so the warehouse had great air circulation.
Oddly enough, the controller answered her questioning look by going back to its normal temperature a few seconds later.
“What the….” Isabella frowned down at the offensive object for a few seconds than glanced at her coffee mug. “I must really be tired if I’m considering switching to decaf after dark.” She murmured, double checking that her game was saved than shutting off the PS3.
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June 30th, 2011
10:47 AM
Isabella’s Apartment
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Isabella has been up the last two hours… not so much awake as in physically dragging her body around the apartment. For the last few days she’s been feeling like hell. She been forcing herself to go to classes even though she was dizzy and her eyes have been burning making it hard to focus, let alone take notes. It had gotten so bad that even her Profs have been giving her worried looks and stating how pale she looked. She didn’t bother mentioning to them that her skin looked as strange as it felt, like something was moving underneath it.
She ended up going to the on campus doctor who said there was a bug going around and that the best thing for it was bed rest. So after getting a doctor’s note to give to her professors and arranged a friend in each class to send her a copy of their notes via e-mail, Isabella has spend the last eighteen hours of her life in bed.
She couldn’t sleep anymore even if she wanted to. She was now sitting at her computer desk with a blanket wrapped around her, staring at the essay she had been working on for the last hour. Even through the dizziness and her burning eyes, she had managed to force out half a page of decent writing. She considered that good progress while going through such torture. Isabella sighed, her right hand going up to massage her forehead as she closed her eyes to let them rest for a minute.
She stared down at the blonde haired man hanging on the broken ends of the bridge. The gab was too far between them. There was no way she could get to him in time, not while he was struggling to hang on with one hand. Panic struck in her chest making it hard for her to breathe. She could tell he was hanging on just for her, composed as he spoke soothing words to her while telling someone behind her to take care of her. His blue eyes were locked on her own the whole time.
Why were his eyes glowing? She didn’t understand it. So strange, yet his voice was nice, like he was passing his calm attitude to her. A noise to her left, so loud. It was like an explosion. She blinked in surprise, feeling the heat coming towards her left side as the man with the glowing eyes let go.
Panic and sorrow tore through her chest as she pressed her body to the ground, stretching her upper body over the edge, gripping it with one hand and reaching out to him in a despite attempt to grab the falling man’s hand. Tears pained her eyes as a large, glove covered hand grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back to the safely of a vest covered chest. The man was using his body to protect her from the heat to the flames, squeezing her shoulder in a comforting manner in hopes to protect her from her lose as well.
Isabella jumped, almost falling back in her chair. She grabbed the arms in surprise trying to steady herself and let out a sign of relief when it worked. ‘Okay…. Since when do my daydreams become so unpleasant and so…. Realistic? I need some caffeine…’
Isabella went to stand up just to have her hair sharply pulling her head back, causing her to stay seated. Rubbing the back of her head, she looked over her shoulder to see what had pulled her hair.
“What the hell?” She cried out while staring down at her hair. It was flowing down her back way past where it was suppose to end. It was so long that she was sitting on it, which explained what had pulled her hair. Bracing her arms on the handles of her chair, she lifted herself up a few inches before getting up completely. Now that she had safely gotten out of her chair without ripping the hair out of her scalp, she raced out of her bedroom into the bathroom and stared at herself in the full length mirror.
She hair was past her butt! The last time her hair was this long was back in third grade. Grown women with hair as long as this were rare. Isabella even remembered seeing someone at the mall with hair this long and half of it looked damaged from lack of proper hair care.
She reached back, pulling her hair over her shoulder and running her fingers through it. It felt silky and smooth. There was no damage. Just healthy, glossy hair…. That went down to her butt! Where were her layers? Her golden highlights? Were those bangs? How in the world did her hair grow double its length over night?
“At least it looks nice….” She thought out loud and flipped it back over her shoulder, running her fingers through her roots. “No hair extensions, so it has to be real… what the….” She turned to the side, her eyes examining her figure. “Why does my chest look a bit bigger?” She brought her hands to her chest to check and see if she was imaging things. “They don’t feel bigger. Must be my headache making me see things… but the hair is real.”
Baffled and perturbed by her new mysterious hair, she wobbled into the kitchen to get a fresh cup of coffee. Slipping onto the bar stool Isabella popped some painkillers and sipped her coffee, her mind wandering through the events of the past five days. The doctor did say that something was going around, but would it be the cause of her hair growth? If so, there were probably others who were experiencing some abnormal effects to being sick.
She tilted her head to the side in thought, mildly conscious of the river of hair moving across her whole back. The thought of carrying around a hairbrush and elastics caused a pout to play on her lips. Shaking the thought from her head, she continued to analyze the problem at hand.
As the cup of coffee was depleted, she came to the conclusion that all the logical explanations to what was happening to her didn’t fit into the puzzle. That would mean that only the impossible could explain whatever was happening. She just needed to continue to stay calm. They were probably others out there that may be going through less then pleasant reactions to this sickness then her impossible hair grown.
Taking one last sip of her coffee, Isabella went to grab her cell phone. If her crazy theory was true, then she had a good idea who else would be sick. Isabella was healthy until the morning after her last visit to the underGROUND warehouse ‘Hyrule’, so maybe there was some kind of chemical reaction that’s fumes got into the air they were breathing. Or maybe something else just as ridiculous happened down there.
Whatever happened didn’t matter at that point. What matter was calling other members of the underground that she knows to see if her assumption was true. Whoever was at Hyrule the night of the twenty-fifth may be sick like herself. If so, then things like hair growth and weird daydreams may be the least of their problems.
Scrolling through her contacts, she pressed the talk button on the first underground contact she came upon.
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Sorry it's so long. I'm a detail kind of gal. ;P
Tag to whoever wants a phone call from Bella. It's opened to several people. ^.^ Bella also lives in a small apartment building off of downtown, so if anyone wishes to live in the same apartment complex, they can.
It's a four story building with underground parking. There is about six apartments per floor, each floor sharing a laundry room. Apartments include a fair size living room, a eat in kitchen, medium size bathroom and one bedroom a good size for a couple sharing a one, all attached by a hallway.
