Post by isabelle on Dec 14, 2009 0:04:42 GMT -5
ISABELLE MARRIE LANGLEY
In a very unusual way
I owe what i am to you
though at times it appears i wont stay
i never go
In a very unusual way
I owe what i am to you
though at times it appears i wont stay
i never go
Age: a number between 1 and 100 oh fine 19
Experience: 4 maybe 5 years
How You Found Us: um i don't remember some site...
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Nickname(s): Isa, Bell, Issy, Is
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty Two
Birthday: November the Twentieth
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: American History Teacher//Softball Coach//Head of the Musical Theater Department
Canon or OC: OC
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Eye Color: blue
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Clothing Style: Isabelle is of course a teacher so in school she never fails to look completely and totally professional. She is the epitome of simple, classy, elegance. Although when on the softball field she is in of course shorts or possibly sliding pants as well as a T-shirt. She does of course own a few things that are classified as short or tight fitting but she doesn't normally wear them, they usually sit in her closet.
Distinguishing Marks or Physical Traits: Isabelle ha the most uniquely shaped eyebrows, they form a rather high arch which in many or most cases is absolutely ridicule but in her case it makes her all the more attractive. Her eyes are the bluest of blue which is sort of strange, normally blue eyes are grayish.
Played by: Nicole Kidman
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+men
+piano
+ballroom dancing
+reading
+poetry
+literature
+flowers
+the smell after it rains
+the sound of the ocean
+music
+singing
+history
+athletics
Dislikes:
-bees
-drunkards
-rude people
-liars
-broken hearts
-tears
-rap music
-bad singers
-extreme weather
-being put down
-death
-disrespect
-late homework
Strengths:
*ballroom dancing
*acting
*public speaking
*history
*reports
*softball
*math
*singing
*piano
Weaknesses:
~family
~friends
~works too much
~doesn't let people in
~men
Fears :
closed in spaces
death
losing a loved one
not being in love anymore
Goals:
have a child of her own
have someone in her class get a perfect score on the history final
Overall Personality:
Isabelle is an intelligent girl who is very serious about her work. She is crazy in the work force organizing her desk so that is the neatest in the building her house is the same way Isabelle is the very definition of neat freak. Most can't fault her though she works really very hard and many of her coworkers personally think she should lay off sometimes and take a break. Isabelle isn't really cold, she's just lost and misguided.
Isabelle can't stand people who demean themselves or demean other people in her mind it's just plain wrong. She is a woman of self confidence and outer confidence as she always says 'a nice smile and strong confidence is the key to success.' Lying is self demeaning in her eyes and doesn't give people self respect so she hates liars. Another thing that is self demeaning is drinking or at least getting drunk.
Her intellectual capacity is sky high and way above average. She majored in History and Music in college. During high school she was very fond of poetry, language arts, and American and global history. Isabelle hates it when men think she is some dumb blonde who is not capable of anything because she is pretty and again the platinum blonde locks don't help anything.
Ever since her father died Isabelle has had the hardest time letting go and letting people in. She hasn't been on an actual date in a long while and she hasn't actually been in a serious relationship for a while.
Isabelle loves poetry and literature specifically classic literature although modern literature isn't bad. She is quite fond of music and is incredible at the piano seeing as she started taking lessons at the age of six. When she was a young woman of twenty she took up some ballroom dancing lessons which she enjoyed as well as excelled in. Family is her greatest weakness which is why she was so affected when her father died...and friends are up there as well.
Before the death of her father Isabelle was a very playful and friendly young woman, always laughing and giggling letting herself go doing things that were unthinkable. She used to paint and do things for fun, dance, play piano but all those things sorta left her once he died. No more laughing, no more smiling, no more playing. People found the sudden change in her quite drastic but many say it's her own little way of reacting to the pain. As of right now she is clinically proven for depression and is on anti depressants.
In school though she pushes her students to do well, she wants them to set their goals high. Although she is not the most 'fun' teacher she is not the most stringent either in other terms she is a perfect moderate. She is an amazing softball player pitching in the specific. She is also a music major and although not th chorus or band director she is of course in charge of musicals of course with the help of the choir director.
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Father: Adam Langley
Sibling(s): None
Pets: None
Other Family: None
Nationality: British
Hometown: London, England
Overall History:
Isabelle Marrie Langley was born on November the twentieth in London, England to fairly wealthy British parents Adam and Sarah Langley. Sarah and Adam inherited their money through hard work and labor, towards the beginning of their marriage they were normal British citizens but through hard work her father quickly rose to power in the business industry. Her mother rose to power in law and became a fairly good lawyer. Her parents and their only daughter lived in London England for about three years before her father who was a consultant for a business got moved to to Brooklyn. Although the very prim and proper British family really didn't want to move at all to Brooklyn they did because it was the only choice they had. Isabelle didn't really have an opinion only because she was three at the time but she definitely hated the plane ride over. As a young girl till she was about ten she absolutely hated planes and heights.
Upon arriving at Brooklyn the rich British family moved into the countryside right outside the city. It was a larger house but not as nice as the house they had owned in London. Isabelle was miserable, she could easily say that. The house was so constricted there was no one to play with like there was back in London and Isabelle quickly found herself quite homesick.
When she reached the proper age to go to school she attended although she didn't want to go her parents said that it was necessary which it was of course. Isabelle was a wild child, she couldn't be silenced the teacher's expressed these feelings to Isabelle's own parents a few times. Her parents feared this so they forced her to take piano they figured it would silence her, and it did somewhat. She went to about fifth grade in before moving with her parents to England again.
She was sort of sad coming back to London it was so ironic but she had grown to love her countryside home. She went through high school. And graduated with very good grades, well above average. She got accepted into a good college and finished out majoring in History and Music. She resided in the countryside in London for a few years after she graduated. She worked as a music director in a small high school. She really wanted to one day move back to Brooklyn and teach American History considering that was the subject she took up in college.
Taking up dance classes to fill her boring weekends she was a lonely girl although she did go out because men fancied her but none of them struck her as an actual soul mate. As her parents grew older and more incompetent as the years went on she made sure to take care of them, doing simple errands like grocery shopping etc. etc. And then one fateful day her father got leukemia, a cancerous disease of the blood. Although her mother was a doctor they both knew there was really nothing that they could do except try treatment and pray hard.
Isabelle dropped everything including her work to help her father recover. But nothing she or her mother did could stop him from passing only this past year. After the death of her father Isabelle was never the same. She lost her sense of humor, stopped playing the piano only because her father loved hearing her play, she didn't like to dance or play instead she moved far away from London, hating it because it reminded her of her father. She left her mother and her homeland and came back to Brooklyn the only place she was happy.
She was hired no too long ago and is one of the newest and freshest faces at school. She followed her dream and becoming the drab chorus teacher she became the American History teacher. Of course she held on to her musical roots and asked if she could be placed the head of the musicals. She also volunteered to coach Varsity softball.
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Code Word: -admin edit-
RP Sample:
Waking up after her first full week staying in her new..well old house this was after all the house she had been raised in as a child all the surroundings everything was so familiar. Many of her family members would have said she had ran, ran from the situation she was in like a scared little child...but that was impossible Isabelle never really got scared and she was getting tired of London anyway. Soundly lying to herself she stretched before hopping into the shower, today was not only her first full week in her new house but her first day of work! How exciting. It was the one thing Isabelle could drown herself in and not be afraid of getting hurt.
Drying herself off she ran the blow dryer quickly through her thin, wavy blonde hair and plugged in the straight iron as soon as her platinum locks were dry. Running into her room she picked out a dress, simple black and very classy first impressions always mattered she thought quietly to herself. After dressing she went back into the bathroom and ran the searing hot flat iron through her hair, applied makeup, poured herself a cup of coffee and drank it down. Setting it in the sink work days were so hectic that was the only thing she hated about them, you had to get up and practically rush.
Grabbing her coat briskly she put it on and got into her car and drove off to Wayne Enterprises. Never in her life had Isabelle thought she would be back here in Gotham. Though she always wanted to go back especially as a little kid from all of the great experiences from her childhood friend, to her happy memories with her father, all of that was gone now she was a grown woman in her early thirties whose 'daddy' was dead and was now in the working world. Working for a huge company at that.
Arriving at her location she checked herself over and let out a sigh today was going to be a good day she promised herself, no mistakes she was going to be the best she could be. Entering the building she went to the front desk and identified herself, she was given paperwork and a schedule. Ah the joys of being back at work. Looking down at it, it also gave the number of the room her office would be in, scrunching her nose a bit in confusion she had no idea where she was going.
Walking the corridors quite quickly her heels clicking behind her she hated first days finally recalling why. It had been a while with her dad having leukemia she had to quit her job so she could look after him, she had completely forgotten how much she hated first days of work, days after the first were fine but the first absolutely dreadful. Having been deep into thought she didn't even see the man coming towards her and with the sharp pain in her back to the pressure of a body on top of her she was face to face with a man. Although he was quite handsome her being crushed to bits with him on top of her might have taken a bit from the looks. "Uh this isn't very comfortable." She said a bit sarcastically, of course he knew this wasn't comfortable who in their right mind would think this was comfortable?
Not only was this man muscular which didn't help but he was tall. Struggling hard to get up she probably looked like a complete idiot no she knew she looked like a complete idiot she could feel her pale cheeks light up in complete embarrassment. She had never been fallen on and now she decided she didn't want to be ever again.
Drying herself off she ran the blow dryer quickly through her thin, wavy blonde hair and plugged in the straight iron as soon as her platinum locks were dry. Running into her room she picked out a dress, simple black and very classy first impressions always mattered she thought quietly to herself. After dressing she went back into the bathroom and ran the searing hot flat iron through her hair, applied makeup, poured herself a cup of coffee and drank it down. Setting it in the sink work days were so hectic that was the only thing she hated about them, you had to get up and practically rush.
Grabbing her coat briskly she put it on and got into her car and drove off to Wayne Enterprises. Never in her life had Isabelle thought she would be back here in Gotham. Though she always wanted to go back especially as a little kid from all of the great experiences from her childhood friend, to her happy memories with her father, all of that was gone now she was a grown woman in her early thirties whose 'daddy' was dead and was now in the working world. Working for a huge company at that.
Arriving at her location she checked herself over and let out a sigh today was going to be a good day she promised herself, no mistakes she was going to be the best she could be. Entering the building she went to the front desk and identified herself, she was given paperwork and a schedule. Ah the joys of being back at work. Looking down at it, it also gave the number of the room her office would be in, scrunching her nose a bit in confusion she had no idea where she was going.
Walking the corridors quite quickly her heels clicking behind her she hated first days finally recalling why. It had been a while with her dad having leukemia she had to quit her job so she could look after him, she had completely forgotten how much she hated first days of work, days after the first were fine but the first absolutely dreadful. Having been deep into thought she didn't even see the man coming towards her and with the sharp pain in her back to the pressure of a body on top of her she was face to face with a man. Although he was quite handsome her being crushed to bits with him on top of her might have taken a bit from the looks. "Uh this isn't very comfortable." She said a bit sarcastically, of course he knew this wasn't comfortable who in their right mind would think this was comfortable?
Not only was this man muscular which didn't help but he was tall. Struggling hard to get up she probably looked like a complete idiot no she knew she looked like a complete idiot she could feel her pale cheeks light up in complete embarrassment. She had never been fallen on and now she decided she didn't want to be ever again.
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