Post by isis on May 27, 2010 15:59:25 GMT -5
Name: Isis Van Dranaam
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: horse
Appearance:
The operator answered the line and asked the usual question, where are you, are you OK, what’s the problem, etc. The neighbor explained to her the entire situation, since Isis was breaking down. A police officer soon arrived at the door to meet her after about 20 minutes. Isis, better at that time, miraculously retained her composure as she informed them the whereabouts of her ‘missing’ parents. The officer looked at her strangely.
“Mam, that museum was bombed tonight. There was no one else at the museum that we know of.”
“But, sir, my parents went there! They never lie to me!” Isis shrilled, shocked.
“CHHT. OFFICER,WE FOUND TWO BODIES OVER AT THE MUSEUM. OVER.”
“Copy that. Are they a male and female?”
“CHHT. YEP, AS WE CAN TELL SO FAR. OVER.”
The officer turned to Isis. “Looks like we found your parents. I’m sorry, but you have to go to foster care. There is no longer an adult that can legally raise you unless if it is a foster home.” Isis looked at him, with a gaping mouth. Tears flooded her eyes.
“No. It can’t be true! NO! YOU’RE LYING! HOW COULD YOU?” Isis pushed past him and ran out the door, bumping into objects. She didn’t care. All Isis wanted to do was run away. Run away from the truth.
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Age: 14
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: horse
Appearance:
Here!Personality:
Isis. As a shape-shifter, her form is that of like an Arabian Welsh mix. With a height of 15 hh, her altitude is standard, with limbs, slightly longer than most others, but thinner. She has a coat color of a dull chestnut, and white socks, nothing like those flashy, gaited horses you see in shows. While they are pure equine, she is and equine and a human, combining the best of both species. Her maw is short, with fine gray lining around the nose and mouth. Flaxen chestnut colored hair takes place as the mane from the poll down to the withers. The tail is the same, its dock low on the rump, so the tail just barely touches the ground. Her hooves are large and round, very hardy. She has large and expressive brown eyes. They have a mischievous glint to them, and aren’t afraid to show it. They are an auburn brown.
As a regular teenager, her stature is average, scaling 5’ 6”. As a 14 year old, she has a very distinct feature. Her eyes. As expressive as they are when in horse form, they are even more expressive in her regular form. They are a lovely bright green. She has long wavy black hair, with an Asian face. Asian’s usually have brown eyes, but her mother had green eyes while her father had the Asian’s eyes. Her face takes after her father, a skinny oval head with a flat nose and wide eyes. Along with that, is a big mouth with thin crescent shaped lips.
Well. Let us say, that Isis isn’t the girl you want to meet on a bad day. Her heart is filled with the desire to be nice and kind, but her own actions betray her. They usually send off a message saying, ’Dude, back off. NOW. Or do you want to be disfigured?’ She tries to keep that as low as possible. So much for being a kind woman as her name Isis suggests. Many people assume that girls named Isis are gentle, like the goddess. Isis hates assumptions! They always make her exasperated at their sexism. ’Oh, girls named that are nice! Oh, girls named that are mean!’ They drive her crazy!History:
But in every evil there is good, which is the case with Isis. There are times that she is good and helps others. But since those times are more rare, many believe it is just her sarcasm, which leads us right back to her mean-tempered self. Let’s just hope she get better.
Isis’s parents were avid Egyptologists. That is why her name is Isis, in honor of the goddess of magic. But all those happy memories of museum trips, sculpting (very badly though) the gods, remembering each god’s purpose, yeah all those, were thrown into oblivion when one night, they were bombed. Isis had to stay home that day because she didn‘t want to go, so her parents went without her to a Egyptology museum where someone rigged a bomb meant for the mean old curator. But it went off, blowing up not only a major exhibition in the museum, but also Isis’s parents. She was only 11. Kicked out of the foster home because of her bad behavior, Isis lived on the streets for a few days before someone found her and took her in as one of his own. She lived there for a few months then joined the streets. Her parents never knew of her ‘other’ life.Sample:
A young girl stood at the mouth of an alley. Inside, fungi and mold clung on to the rough red exterior of the brick. Her hair was tied back in a side-braid, smooth and silky. She bit her nails nervously. ’Why isn’t he here yet?’ she though. The girl wandered over to the door to her parents’ apartment and back to the alley mouth next door. “When are my mom and dad?” The girl bit her nails again.[/B] Isis looked at the phone as if it changed into an alien pet. She dialed her dad’s phone. Same thing happened. Panic soon set in. Isis, as not being very rational at the age of twelve, went to a neighbor’s house and screamed/cried to them about what happened. They were perplexed also, as Isis’s parents were very responsible and would never leave their child alone for more that 2 hours after the babysitter left. The neighbor also asked Isis why she didn’t call 911 in the first place. She didn’t have a very good explanation, only whimpers and a few grunts were the answer.
Isis waited in boredom and nervousness. Normally, her parents would’ve been home by now. The babysitter left to go home and take care of her own 8 year old son since she was divorced. “What a sad woman,” Isis scoffed. Ti her, that babysitter was pathetic to lose a marriage. Realizing her thoughts were side-tracked, she focused again on the problem with her parents not being home. True, she should have been in their flat, watching T.V. or reading in bed, but Isis didn’t feel it was the right thing to do. Growing impatient, she took out her cell phone. Dialing her mother’s number, Isis held the phone to her ear. WE’RE SORRY, BUT THE NUMBER YOU HAVE TRIED TO DIAL IS NOT IN SERVICE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN.
The operator answered the line and asked the usual question, where are you, are you OK, what’s the problem, etc. The neighbor explained to her the entire situation, since Isis was breaking down. A police officer soon arrived at the door to meet her after about 20 minutes. Isis, better at that time, miraculously retained her composure as she informed them the whereabouts of her ‘missing’ parents. The officer looked at her strangely.
“Mam, that museum was bombed tonight. There was no one else at the museum that we know of.”
“But, sir, my parents went there! They never lie to me!” Isis shrilled, shocked.
“CHHT. OFFICER,WE FOUND TWO BODIES OVER AT THE MUSEUM. OVER.”
“Copy that. Are they a male and female?”
“CHHT. YEP, AS WE CAN TELL SO FAR. OVER.”
The officer turned to Isis. “Looks like we found your parents. I’m sorry, but you have to go to foster care. There is no longer an adult that can legally raise you unless if it is a foster home.” Isis looked at him, with a gaping mouth. Tears flooded her eyes.
“No. It can’t be true! NO! YOU’RE LYING! HOW COULD YOU?” Isis pushed past him and ran out the door, bumping into objects. She didn’t care. All Isis wanted to do was run away. Run away from the truth.
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Sorry my sample was long. And also, that was the day her parents died, the RP, so please excuse that fact. It was only a short part of the entire incident.