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Joined: Apr 2007 Posts: 103 Location: somewhere divining the future Karma: 1 |  | Isabella DeFortane « Thread Started on Apr 29, 2007, 1:15am » | |
Name: Isabella DeFortane (Machwaya- Gypsy family name) Nickname: Bella Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Human Class: Wizard Job: Merchant/ Fortune Teller Racial Hostiality: None but distrustful of Non-Gypsy
Physical Desc: Bella's doe-like, bright amber eyes peeh out from behin a sea of unruly golden blond curls. Soft and full are her bright pink lips. Her nose is small and straight. Both her eyes and nose are set within a lovely heart shaped face. She is both petite and curvy with a perfect hourglass figure and soft sun-kissed skin. She dresses in long layered skirts in blue, yellow, and green with a cream chemise. A dark blue bodice rounds out her usual outfit, given her a ample amount of cleavage. Tied around her waist are multiple scarves and bells which jingle as she walks.
Mental State: Sane but very distrustful of people. She is very set un her gypsy perception of other societies.
Sample Paragraph: Even in the crowded market. Bella could see the gentleman making his way slowly towards her stall and tent. It wasn't height, though he was tall, or even the strikingness of his features that made him stand out. No, it was the dark almost over-powering cloud that surrounded his aura. Bella continued to tend to her customers as she watched the man out of the corner of her eye.
As he finally approached her stall she greeted him, "Mr. Cyril, please come in." She motioned towards the tent, "I have been expecting you." She kept her voice and face emotionless, giving him no indiction of how she knew his name. Cautiously he walked into the tent pausing, only briefly to ask "How did you know?" puzzlement filling his handsome features. Bella shook her head lightly "Some questions are better left unanswered."
The inside of her tent was dimly lit. A small wooden table with candles surrounding it and two chairs was placed inside. To one side was a second table upon which rested the trunk holding her spell coomponents. Bella motioned for the gentlemen to sit in the chair closest to them. Taking the seat across from him she motioned for his hand. He gave it to her hesitantly, "I didn't come here for a palm reading," the anger rising in his voice. Bella did not respond, instead the pupils of her eyes grew large and she seemed to look beyond his palm. He tried to pull his hand away but her grip was solid.
Finally, she lets go after coming back to herself. She asks in a grim voice "Who have you wronged?" The candles flickered slightly around them. The gentleman's eyes grew wide in surprise, he quickly tried to hide them. "No one, please Miss Bella, I was told you could help me get rid of this afflection." his voice was pleading. Bella narrowed her eyes at him, "Fine you want help. I will tell you exactly what this afflection is." her voice begin to match the look on her face, "You have wronged someone, I don;t know who and frankly I don't care. However, since you won't admit to it. So I can't help you. I will tell you this, unless you right this wrong your life is going to get a whole lot worse." The man was trying his best to keep his composure. "I have not wronged anyone," the fierceness in his voice battered Bella. "Well someone believes you have and things will not get better until you fix it." She rose and motioned towards the doorway, "Either way, Mr. Cyril, I cannot help those who will not help themselves."
Bella watched Mr. Cyril huff down the market place. Softly she smiled to herself. Mr. Cyril would right his wrong or his life would be ruined. Either way her client would be pleased.
| "The worst guilt is to accept an unearned guilt." ~Ayn Rand~ |
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