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Isabelle A. Salem
"The end is only the beginning..."
Name: Isabelle A. Salem (aka Remix)
Country Affiliation: Magnostadt
Race: Human/Magician [Human Dominant]
Tier: D-Tier [Novice]
Class: Ranger [First Class]
Age + Birthdate: 18; September 21st
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Isabelle A. Salem can be described in a single word -an enigma. She is a woman who holds many faces and her mind is not easily one to comprehend. Even if one were to somehow read her mind, they would find it to be a jumble. It is therefore curious that although her mind is a world of chaos and disorder, she can make perfect sense of the craziness running throughout her mind. Nonetheless, no one truly knows who she is nor what she can do. It is then safe to say that no one truly has seen her various faces. After all, if they were to find out her real goals and intentions, everything would backfire. As to who she truly is, or if Isabelle is really her name, no one but herself knows. It is then no mystery then that Isabelle is an adventurous woman with the love for danger and the great unknown. After all, her line of work 'behind the scenes' for the d'Blakc household requires it. Isabelle is one who seeks the adrenaline thrill, unafraid to put her life at risk. As such, she is considered a daredevil;; always one tempting death. Isabelle is not one to be afraid to try new things and usually can be seen diving into a situation, but rarely without a plan at hand. Remix is a secretive woman. She is not one to talk about herself or her past unless she trusts the person or if the information is needed. She controls her emotions, sealing them deep within her heart. Remix dislikes being a burden to anyone so she may oftentimes conceal her feelings although she will gladly help out others.
Isabelle enjoys spending her time outdoors. This has made her become a rather independent woman, but she enjoys working and spending time with people nonetheless. Isabelle can be deathly loyal to a fault. That said, she is one to rush back into the line of fire to rescue and or help out a teammate in danger. She is one to plan before acting and think before speaking in order to keep herself out of trouble. She isn't one to quickly trust, yet she isn't afraid to work with strangers to reach and complete her goals. Like most, she tries to keep herself on her toes so that she isn't taken by surprise. If someone does earn her trust, then they will find her an invaluable asset. Isabelle isn't one to back down. She fights until the end. This is due to her pride. It is then safe to say she is a competitive woman. She finds it hard to ask for help, but if she ever does, it means she respects the person greatly. As learned and instilled upon her person, when Remix gives her word, she honors it no matter the consequences it may bring. It is, after all, what she got herself into and it is her duty to keep it. Reputation, for her, is what matters most. More than life itself for it marks the person forever, even after death. Isabelle is a warm hearted person although she isn't one who shows it. She cares about people and will help them whenever she can. She is of curious nature, forever seeking answers to unanswered questions. This, though, may get her into a heap of trouble from time to time.
Isabelle is an emotionally strong woman; a woman born to battle. As her forefathers before her, she excels in the art of soldiering and covert operations and also knows her way around military operations. When in the field, she is not afraid to look upon death for she rather enjoys the pounding of her heart and the rush of adrenaline that courses through her veins. Remix is not only that but also a capable leader as well. Isabelle is a woman who fights until the end, even if the fight is not entirely in her favor. Even so, and as much as it pains her, she is smart enough to know when to retreat. Yet despite having this option, she has never used it at all nor does she wish to use it any time soon. On the occasion she would though, she would never see it as surrender but rather tactical retreat for a reevaluation of the opponents. After all, one must know their opponent and reform a way to fight them if they were underestimated at first. Therefore, as stated above, it is not surprise Isabelle was bred a soldier through and through. Nor a surprise that she enjoys fighting for the codes she has lived under -justice and honor. Isabelle is of quick of mind and speech, able to lie and maneuver her way through nearly anything as her appearance can be used to throw people off course. As such, she can almost always manage to find a way out of situations or into them if she so wishes. Her calm and collected nature are quite indeed useful for covert operations as she almost never raises suspicions. After all, who would guess a woman of delicate appearance could possess the ability to take care of herself and know the ways of a soldier?
Likes:
- Seafood; Isabelle is a lover of seafood. From shrimp to lobster, she loves it all.
- Felines; Isabelle is what most would consider a 'crazy cat lady.' She is obsessed with feline creatures and seems to have an unusually strong, deep connection and understanding with them. This is perhaps due to having cat ears and a tail herself as well as the truth behind her unnatural phenomenon.
- Tea; Isabelle loves to drink tea as well as host tea parties for guests.
- Books; Isabelle loves to read. It is a passion of hers.
Dislikes:
- Bright Lights; Isabelle dislikes flashing bright lights, especially during the night. It not only blinds her momentarily, but it gets her dizzy for a few seconds as well.
- Blushing; Isabelle hates the fact that she blushes when people flirt. She likes having the cold demeanor and blushing ruins that.
- Unnecessary Fighting; This, for Remix, is both a waste of time and of energy. She finds it better to wait for the correct circumstances before issuing a fight.
- Sexism/Gender Inequality; What guys can do, women can do as well. Furthermore, gender inequality is a pet peeve of hers.
Aspirations:
- Legacy; Isabelle aspires to leave behind a legacy in which she can be proud of -whether it be good or bad [depending on the path her life goes]. Therefore, she trains and pursues dangers and adventures wherever she goes.
- Travel; Isabelle wishes to travel and see the world outside of her own. Not only that, but she wishes to obtain knowledge on her art of healing and life magic and traveling, in her opinion, is where she can truly learn it.
- Love; Isabelle wishes to fall in love when the time is right and perhaps even start a family of her own. This, though, is not something she concentrates on and looks for right away, but, rather, this is something to look forward to in the future once she deems the time is right.
- Secrets; Despite being of seemingly passive nature, Remix is full of secrets. As to what those secrets are, she guards with her own life.
Phobias/fears:
- Her Dreams/The Dreamscape: Isabelle doesn't quite understand the dreams she has and so she dubs that side the Dreamscape. She both fears it yet wishes to find out what it all means.
- Water; Isabelle has always had a fear of water. Not in small portions, mind you, but as in large bodies of waters such as in oceans, lakes, rivers, and the sort.
- Outcast; Isabelle has been considered an outcast for as long as she remembers. Therefore, she is afraid she shall forever be considered that way and, thus, never truly find a place where she belongs. After all, home is where the heart is.
- Lost, Isabelle is a woman who wishes to make a name for herself within the realm she inhabits. Therefore, never being able to leave behind a legacy is of utmost concern for her.
Face-Claim: Haruna/Akagi/Koncolle Kongou - Kantai Collection
Hair Color: Cafe Grey
Eye Color: Honey/Hazel Colored
Height: 170.1800 cm (5ft. 7in.)
Weight: 57.606231kg (127lbs.)
Appearance:
- Image:
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It is said that Isabelle is a woman who portrays a regal and delicate appearance. They are not wrong. Isabelle is a thin, yet well built woman of five feet and seven inches weighing at about one hundred and twenty five pounds. She has straight, cafe gray colored hair that flows past her shoulders up til her waist with honey/hazel colored eyes to match it. Isabelle rarely puts her hair up, preferring to have it to flowing freely as she moves. Oftentimes, Isabelle will be found wearing a uniform like dress. The following spoiler contains much more description on her appearance, especially with trademark items.
- Special Traits/Extras:
- Special Traits:
- Cat Ears & Tail (Despite being human, Isabelle was born with cat ears and a tail. No one knows how it happened although they are investigating this abnormality. Perhaps it was due to her parents containing nekomata genes. Still, this has brought many questions to light.)
- Golden Head Piece (As not many people are accepting of those who are different, Isabelle uses a golden head piece in order to hide her ears. Even if it doesn't fully hide her ears, she can at least use it as a distraction.)
- Glasses (Although she has no need for them, Isabelle tends to use glasses when she reads for long periods of time. Perhaps in an effort to look sophisticated. But, then again, she could just really like wearing them.)
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Traits:
- Cat Ears & Tail (Despite being human, Isabelle was born with cat ears and a tail. No one knows how it happened although they are investigating this abnormality.)
History:
- ”The History”:
- Disclaimer: The dreamscape portions are simply that; dreams. There are added in because of the important factor they hold in Isabelle's life. The only portion that is all Isabelle is the third portion. That said, happy readings!~The Dreamscape: Death of Hank Pym
"The end of the beginning..."
It was nearing twilight on the day of the 21st of September when cries of an infant could be heard echoing throughout the hall of a luxurious home. It was a house that belonged to none other than to Rogers and Jacqueline Pym -the couple both belonging to well respected families. As story would have it, the couple were one of the great pillars of the well respected Pym family; a wealthy family holding and producing a wide and strong lineage of well trained soldiers for the many generations to come. As such, it was no surprise that the powerful family would have a tradition that would ensure the continuation of the great military family. After all, it was the pride of the large family to fight bravely in wars and obtain multitudes of medals for victories upon battlefield. As the tradition would have it, the first born within each of the families within the Pym household were to enter the military as to expand the generation of bred soldiers within the family. Consequently, the infant born on that very day of September 21st would be the first of the two children Jacqueline and Rodgers would ever have. Yet, much to the parent's surprise and dismay, the infant was born a girl. As evidently portrayed, now, Jacqueline and Rogers Pym had a problem. For the first time in the history of the Pym lineage, the baby, the first born to the family, was a girl. The gender would not have mattered much if it had been a different family, but, within that very household, it was seen as a disgrace. After all, the heads of the great family could only see a woman as figments of beautiful displays in which to decorate the household and do her husband's bidding. They could never about to anything more. For them, a woman should never been seen doing a man's job as it was not their place to do so. They were to take care of the household and sit prettily for, if they were seeing doing things not 'proper,' their ranks would be lowered to nothing more but a mere pauper.
Not knowing what to do, the parents kept the infant hidden from the rest of the family. When asked about the delivery, it was claimed that their baby had sadly died upon childbirth. The tears shed by both parents upon telling the tale were not a farce, although they were shed for different reasons. The other families under the Pym name were not so easily swayed as to the story. After all, each child born under that very household were born healthy and strong. It was the way things were. Still, Rodger and Jacqueline could not be swayed from their tale. They furthered it by saying that there had been complications during labor and the child had not made it. Hearing what they needed to hear, the household moved on yet the parents were at a loss. How would they explain a female baby growing up in their part of the main house. With not much of a plan at hand, Rodgers Pym decided to leave the main house and moved to a city far from it where he and his wife could raise their daughter without interference of the main families and or of the other pillars.
Being raised far from the main house, the infant was able to enjoy the freedom that those who grew up inside of the household could not. True to the generations of Pym's, the baby was born a strong and healthy child. She was intelligent for, as upon learning to walk, she was quick to capture the basics of human capabilities for a toddler. Months passed by and the infant mysteriously remained unnamed. It wasn't until her first year that she was gifted a name, Celeste, after the heavenly sky blue and Abigail, after the pride she had given her father when she first learned to walk. As she grew up, Celeste was never captivated by fairy tails. In her mind, she could never be a princess, but a brave knight in search for adventure, honor, ad justice. Therefore it was no surprise that she would instead focus solely upon the knights in shining armor and warriors that bravely rescued kingdoms and damsels in distress dreaming that she herself was one. Once attending school or simply 'playing around,' the young girl, despite being of lesser strength than most, almost always seemed to get into fights. Particularly into fights with people much older than she. To her, it was all a game even if she ended up in the nurse's and or principle's office frequently. It took her parents a few years to finally acknowledge that their daughter held the drive of a soldier. That, even if they wished to protect her from the battle field and shield her from the family name and, with it, the tradition, there was no stopping the young girl's spark for the battle. It was then that her father took it upon himself to teach the young girl his trade.
Rodger Pym taught her the trade of the soldier and magic despite his wife's protest. She conceded once Rodger had promised he would do anything he could to disway his daughter from perusing her current career choice. From hand to hand combat, which she wasn't much good at, to intelligence and counter intelligence, he taught her all. She was quick and eager to capture everything that Celeste's father began making the trainings harder and harder as hey went on so she would give up. Still, Celeste fought back strong staying up late to practice and study the art.
As soon as she was able to, Celeste registered into the military despite her immediate family's protests to wait a bit longer to train. Stubborn as she was, she could not be swayed from her decision. She entered the military as a private under the name of Hank Pym, supposed son of Rodger and Jacqueline Pym. As to why she had gone under the pretense of a man was that, although women were now permitted to enter the military, they were not given the same privileges as the males were given. Celeste was quick to raise in rank and earned the respect from her comrades. It seemed a promising future for the young soldier if not for the fateful night of October 13th.
It had been a hot, sunny day on the battlefield and everyone was on edge. The men were hesitant to proceed further and therefore arranged for a scouting expedition at sundown. Celeste and three other soldiers volunteered on the possible suicide mission, but, even if they wished to, they could not back out from it. Once the sun had gone down, the men ventured deep into the forest. They proceeded with caution, wary of their surroundings. The tension was high as they trudged on the mucky ground when something caught their attention. Afraid, one of the soldiers fired his weapon, compromising the entire mission. Angry, Celeste turned to give the soldier a deathly glare. She had just put her hand atop the rifle when a shot was heard echoing through the thick forest. Almost immediately, the third soldier fell with a thud besides the arguing two. The first had fallen. The following seconds moved slowly as if in a blur as Celeste moved into action. The second shot was heard and a body feel forward. The second had been hit on the shoulder. She rushed to pick him up and take him to safety despite the protest that his shoulder hurt. Having dragged him meters away, she aided him and treated his soldier before going off again to scout the area. It was a while before she came back and made her way towards her wounded comrade. When she arrived at the place, he was nowhere in sight. She was just about to leave when a pistol was placed behind her head. "Thanks, Hank. Pleasure knowing ya. " was all she heard before darkness consumed her. It was then, that Celeste died. By enemy fire? Perhaps. By the weapon of her supposed ally? Maybe. Even so and according to the military, Celeste had died as an acceptable casualty during a scouting expedition while the traitor, and her murderer, was labeled a war hero to the cause.The Dreamscape: Bleach
"...The beginning of the end."
Celeste awoke in an unknown place. The light placed above her burned her sensitive eyes and the soft minty scent that filled the room seemed to cause her to choke. As she stirred, the light was immediately moved and a soothing voice called to her. "What is your name?" The gentle voice asked. Yet all the soldier could do was shift her eyes blankly towards where the voice originated. She wished to speak yet her lips were to heavy to move. Celeste blinked repeatedly at the man as it was all she could do. The man smiled and brought a substance to her lips. Celeste refused to at first, but, as she felt the drizzle of water fall upon her dry lips, she immediately opened her mouth and let the downpour of water quench her throat. The man left her side and exited the room, leaving the soldier alone to reflect on what had happened. Several weeks had passed and the throbbing of her head seemed to disappear and she tried to remember her past. Little by little, she began to remember everything of who she was or had been long ago and lost. When she told of her tale to her host, now trusted friend, he grinned and spoke of an academy.; an academy that would train her and hone her skills than she had ever though possible. He offered to take her there in exchange of a favor he could call upon to redeem whenever he wished. To this, Celeste agreed although she waited a few years to enter.
When Celeste entered the academy, she held it in hopes to extend her prior training. Unlike the period time she had had spent in the land of the living, she experienced the sense of appreciation and duty for her work and efforts to strive. Still, there were many who tried to clip her wings as they believed that, as she was a girl, she would not be able to accomplish much. Even despite the very notion they tried to instill upon her, Celeste fought back thus delving upon her books and training until she no longer could. Through her hard work and unbreaking spirit, she graduated and, after a long while, was able to achieve the rank of third chair within the Second Division. Celeste worked hard to bring honor and justice upon her Division, always striving to achieve and further the goals she had put upon herself. It was not long until there came a day where her world shattered, even if briefly. The day everything changed, leaving her to doubt herself for the first time in decades.
It had been like any other day when the Captain of the Second Division asked her and the Second Seat to partake on a mission with him. He claimed it was a dangerous mission and, if they didn't feel capable, they should not go. After all, it would lead to severe consequences if they were to hesitate in the midst of battle. Having had this challenge presented to her, Celeste could not refuse. She readily agreed and off the three went to accept whatever outcome Destiny had in store for them. They were to track and find a Vasto Lorde, killing it when the chance arose. They spent a long time searching for the Lorde, their spirits never ceasing. Even despite the odds, they continued onwards until their hard work paid of. After having tracked it down, the group fought the Vasto Lorde although they made a grave mistake, they underestimated it. The three fought long and hard, but upon reaching the highlight of the battle, the Captain took a fatal blow with a Cero. It sent the Second-In-Command over the edge as he tapped into the Bankai and attempted to kill the Lorde. Celeste, injured, tried to get the Captain to safety, but it was not to be. If the Second-In-Command had not taken the decision to retreat, death would have claimed them all. The Captain died in the arms of the Kazangan, their now Captain. It was a day of mourning for all, but, for Celeste, it was a call to action to do anything in her power to enhance her skills so she could be worthy to protect the Captain and Division as their new Lieutenant…Magi: Isabelle’s Awakening
"There is no good or bad. Just what I want and how I'll get it..."
The world is a villainous place or perhaps a world who hides the occult. It is but a place that merges with the shadows, giving the inhabitants within the illusion that light is on their side. That light conquers all, but is it truly the case? One such thought is but on of the ideas that circle the young woman’s mind. After all, she has been more aware of the universe than most. Or is she? Philosophy, it is a basic yet most important part of the young woman’s being. For, after all, where did she come from?
Isabelle is a woman whose entire past is one big black hole. A woman whose entire existence and being is as mysterious as the starry sky. No one has ever known her long enough to figure out where it is she originated and or perhaps even where she came from. Never speaking of her past, Isabelle prefers to keep to herself and serve under the household she has sworn to protect. All anyone has ever known from her is that she appeared one day in the great magic city and demonstrated her ability for magic; life magic, to be exact. Having impressed her way into the walls, Isabelle took refuge and place within the great city. Still, however, she has never conformed herself with its tyrannical ideals of creating a world for the magique. In fact, she prefers a world where all lives under a single rule and, it may seem, that she has quite an idea of how to accomplish it.
Her affinity with life magic has altered her perception of the dream world and much more. What this does is when she enters into a deep slumber, Isabelle dreams. Her dreams, though, appear to be real in the sense that she follows a single individual through their realm. Perhaps this was simply a side affect of the affinity she has with her magic, but, to Isabelle, it all holds a form of secrecy and reality to it. Of course, she has never told anyone of it so she appears perfectly normal… at least, to some extent.
In truth, Isabelle was never truly accepted in the kingdom she inhabits. Of course, the magic side of her was a fascination and easily accepted, but her appearance was not. Forced to hide her features in any way possible, Remix has grown accustomed to hiding and keeping solely to herself. There have been rumors of her circling the city of magic yet Isabelle pays them no mind. Instead, she concentrates on her goals so that she may one day be able to surpass herself. After all, it has been Remix's goal to reach the first Kodor and be able to wield her power to its full potential. As to whether or not she'll be able to reach it, well, there is but one way to find out.
Role-Play Sample:
- Under the Full Moon 2.0:
- A blonde haired woman walked silently under the blanket of stars that clothed the dark sapphire night. It was nearing midnight, but there, there the the city she now walked upon, the day had only just begun. The island was lively and alive despite the fact that the sun had long past since set. The joys of the people still continued under the presence of the colorful lights that decorated the place and their chatters could surprisingly be distinguished above the blasts of music heard all across the city. The woman continued to move gracefully and fluidly through the well lit streets of the famous Arkane Resorts; her manner and demeanor attracting many glances from the inhabitants within. Yet the blonde spared them not a glance for they were not at all part of the goal that she was heading on towards. Instead, her icey blue eyes were focused upon her destination that lay not long away from her current position. The young woman licked her lips. The Arkane Resort was an island dedicated to many and any sort of entertainment. More specifically though, it was the type of fun that was ‘oh so delicately’ covered in splashes of sin. The woman quickened her pace, making her way through the multitudes of people and ignoring the attempting calls for fun that arose. It was not at all the reason she had come and so the woman walked onwards. It was then, as if the heaven themselves had opened, that in a blink of the eye, a shooting star streaked across the sky illuminating it for few mere moments. The woman stopped on her tracks and watched silently upon on of the nature's wonder. Perhaps this was a good omen? She stood still for many moments before continuing to walk. Currently, she had one thing in mind and one thing only, to make it to the Full Moon Casino.
Vision had heard it was a casino that stood out above all others; its clientele rich and powerful with a grand appetite for ultimate control. It was the kind of people she needed to fund the guild; her guild, Noxx Hand. It was not before she reached the majestic place. If the Resort had it's own central, the Full Moon Casino was it. People walked in and out like ants in the search for food across the golden, marbled floors. The statuary and pillars rose high above the ground as if emphasizing that it was it. The woman smiled amusedly to herself as she gazed upon the Casino's splendor. Humans really did have their way to splurge their money about. She decided to enter and further access the structure within. Vision stepped foot upon its pearly white floors and made her way inside the beautiful casino causing, as before, most if not all the male population within to place their eyes upon her. The mage paid no mind, instead raising an eyebrow in acknowledgement to those within. As the woman walked, the blonde's green dress flowed with her movements adding much elegance and grace to it. Her hair was as blonde as the sandy beach, falling in waves past her slim shoulders. Her crystal blue eyes lit in amusement and her smile turned to that of a devious smirk as she made her way towards the poker game. The game was always interesting to see. And, if she was feeling that luck was on her side, she might play a game or two. For now though, she would just stay and watch, picking out any technique that the players played. After all, it wasn't in the cards that made the winner, but how one dealt them.
Unbeknownst to her, no sooner had she stepped foot into the casino did someone start to trail her. Yet, as she walked, the feeling of being perused washed over her. Still, Vision paid it no mind, instead stationing herself besides the poker table to watch the game. If the stranger following her wished evil intent upon her, he or she wouldn't do it in a casino -too many eyes to watch. A few short moments later, she felt a warm, soft touch against her bare shoulders. "Hello, I just saw you entering." A man's voiced said in an attempt to be flirtatious. "A gorgeous woman should have a gorgeous company," Upon hearing the man's words, Natalia turned. Her face held much curiosity and her eyes twinkled with mild amusement. Wasn't he the charmer? "Gorgeous?" She asked with a raise of an eyebrow and a devious smirk. "My, you certainly do flatter a person such as myself." Yet before the man could utter another word, it was then that Darius, her fellow ally and guildmember, appeared out of the blue. "You should not touch what you cannot afford." Her ally said calmly as he stood between her and the stranger. Darius… She had forgotten the man had been following her as a personal bodyguard and consultant. After all, he was as quiet as a mouse so it was easy to forget such company. Still, she was surprised he had made the appearance. After all, he hated places such as these.
The shadow mage shifted her eyes towards Darius, amusement now clearly shown upon her face. The scholar playing hero. She couldn't help but feel a sliver of admiration towards the mage for standing up and showing his loyalty towards her... but... "Why, Mr. Darius." she said with a hint of jest. "Afford? What a rather interesting use of the word." Natalia gave a light laugh. So many possibilities and meaning they held -the words. It was the beauty of them. One, if they knew how, could play with words in order to gain whatever it was they wish. All without a problem. "Although... My head does hold great value, but that is a different story..." It had been all in good humor and fun until a blue haired man appeared from the.. blue. "I swear that if you touch someone from my guild... I will kill you..." The blue haired man said with a smile, but his meaning quite clear. Without a moment of hesitation, Natalia moved in front of Darius, giving the newcomer a hard, warning glare. Her eyes never shifting from his cold ones nor did she show any means of hesitation. Vision was not one to cause trouble, but she was definitely one to end it. "Then we are on the same page." she replied coolly, in a sort of stand off to the stranger. Natalia may be a woman, but she was definitely not a damsel in distress.
Tension seemed to rise until she shifted her eyes around the casino, taking in the stares and murmers of the various clientel. She wished not to cause a scene, at least not inside the casino, or it would destroy her mission completely. With eyes still in a deadly glare, Vision softened her posture slightly and forced a smile. "Gentleman, I advise moving this outside if you wish to continue. If not, then, why, allow me to buy you some drinks." She gave a nonchalant wave of her hand as if in dismissal. "I have heard the margaritas here are certainly to die for." Without further ado, she gave a simple nod to Darius and moved from her place. If the males wished to follow, they had opportunity. If not, then, they would be at a loss of a powerful ally. After all, Noxx Hand was indeed the most powerful of guilds within the realm of Fiore. Even if they knew not of it's existence. The woman smiled darkly to herself. Every story had a protagonist and she was it.
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