Isabel's Bio.

“Foolish mortals, so little time, and all they do is squander it away. Oh well, at least the wealthy ones make a decent meal.”

Name: Isabel Adel Ferris (The first name is pronounced the way it is in Spanish)

Apparent Age: 21-23

Actual Age: unknown

Race: Vampire

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 110 lbs

Birth Date: April 23rd

Hair Color: chestnut brown

Eye Color: emerald

Typical Clothing Style: She has difficulty wearing fashions other than those from her time period but will wear what her sire tells her.

Current Residence:
typically in one of Vonkeegan’s many residences throughout the world

Nationality: French

Sire: Wolfgang Vonkeegan

Best Friend: Natalia

Enemies: anyone who crosses her

Strengths: She is gifted at making several types of potions. She is also clever and resourceful.

Weaknesses: holding her composure in a public setting and physical fighting

Fears: that she will be trapped serving her sire for eternity

Hobbies: playing the violin and piano, collecting cosmetics, shopping, and creating poisons and potions

Favorite Food: type O blood or any blood of an annoying man that she can kill

Current relationships: none

Special abilities:
- Isabel relies on blood magic to kill most of her victims. When I have more time, I will type out the spells she typically uses and how this process works. She isn’t beyond using typical household cleaners to kill her victims if they annoy her badly enough.

- She can transform into a little white cat or bat with enough blood.


- Vampire strength

Background:
(For those who have time to read this, here is part of her long, drawn-out history. I’ll let everyone’s imagination fill in the rest, although I have a specific storyline for her. )


Isabel was still lying there. Her pain and injuries were so severe that it was impossible to feel any of them. Even with being through this type of torment, she still was unable to escape the pain of a subconscious mind. The same torturous memories played over and over again in her mind like an old-fashioned horror film. No matter how much she mentally screamed and pleaded, there was nothing she could do to escape. No one could hear her beg to be left alone. Her cruel soul was upsetting her with painful memories of her human past, preparing her for the hellish future she would surely have after death. She had been suffering from these images since she had become unconscious, but now they were causing her to suffer so tremendously that she had to free herself. Her claws extended, and she dug them into the mattress as deeply as she could, although even if someone took her hand, she wouldn’t know it. She longed to hear a familiar voice, but no such comfort would come to her.

The dream started nicely enough if a dream was what one could call it. The setting was a quiet, expensive eatery in seventieth-century Paris, France. It was nothing more than a simple tavern of sorts, but considering the desperation of the time, it was quite an incredible luxury even for the wealthiest of people. Her father owned this building, as well as a few others in the town. Buying land was a staple in his life as well as a way to make money for his family. Isabel’s family members were frequent guests at this place, and tonight would be no different. She sat at a table that was lit by dull candlelight. She was human and beautiful, her face lightly flushed and glowing. Her long brown hair hung down her back in ringlets, looking more shiny and vibrant than it did now in her vampire days. She sat there properly with her smooth hands folded in her lap. She wore a giant satin blue gown covered in ribbons and beads; it was one of her favorite dresses and was popular for the time. It was also the dress she occasionally wore to this day whenever her sire commanded it. It had nearly cost her a fortune to buy, but money was no concern for her family. Across her sat Natalia, one of her best companions, and an upper-class man from Russia. At her side was a charming brown-haired man with honey-colored eyes. Isabel sat there, absently playing with a giant ring on her right hand. She was only here on behalf of her father since he was too busy with other engagements.

“Stop acting so fidgety; you’re acting like a small child,” the man sitting beside her ordered. She looked over at him and smiled. They had already eaten and were waiting for the last of the courses.

“Forgive me,” she apologized quietly, grabbing her wine glass and sipping at it momentarily. She placed her warm hand over his for a moment.

The man smiled and took her hand, holding it under the table. “I do not understand; what is the matter with you? Is that wine like poison to your lips? You are not acting as yourself tonight,” he commented a little more gently.

Even back then, Natalia was not afraid to speak her mind. “And honestly, Fredric, how do you expect her to act the night before you two will be wed? Such a lucky couple,” she added as she took the hand of the man sitting next to her. “I hope you will both travel to Russia for our w….”She was suddenly cut off when a man in a slightly old-fashioned outfit appeared.

“Good evening, I am sorry to interrupt, “A man named Vonkeegan greeted them courteously. He reached for Isabel’s hand and pulled it to his lips to kiss the back of it. “I could not forgive myself if I did not congratulate the lucky bride-to-be. So radiant and beautiful like a flower, the young gentleman is truly the luckiest in all of Paris. Mademoiselle Ferris, you are blushing; young love is quite the treasure.”

Isabel bowed her head slightly. “Thank you very much. Please... I hope you will join us tomorrow at the ceremony; it would mean so much to me. You have been so kind to my family. I could never repay you,” she returned his kindness sweetly.

Vonkeegan smiled and leaned closer to her. “Oh, I think you can, my sweet,” he whispered in her ear as he put a gold necklace with a heart around her neck. “There, for good luck,” he announced to the group. “A round of red wine for all of you, the sweetest you will ever taste, I assure you,” he said as he called the waiter over. He took a glass and waited for the others to take theirs. “A toast to the beautiful couple,” he toasted them and took a sip. He set the glass on the tray and then bowed before leaving again.

Isabel felt uneasy around Vonkeegan but knew how much her father favored him. He always told her that if he stuck with Vonkeegan, the entire world would know their names. Her father was passionate about his business and even more about trying to improve society. Isabel could admire him for that if nothing else. She was deep in thought when Fredric tapped her on the shoulder again. Her hand had been placed over the necklace that rested against her chest.

“Isabel, what is it?” he finally asked.

She hardly responded and sipped her wine. He was right; this wine was like poison, the only thing she had that could put her at ease and relax her. “It is nothing, Fredric. Do not concern yourself with me,” she responded a little irritably. She tried to watch her mouth around her fiancé. She loved him, or at least that was what her father had told her. Her father had intended her to marry this man before she was old enough to walk.


The rest of the dinner went well, and Isabel was more at ease than before. The wine Vonkeegan had ordered for them was much stronger than they would have requested for themselves. They started to walk home. They had left the tavern relatively late; almost all the street lights had gone out by now. Isabel let Fredric hold on to her arm as they walked, although she didn’t look the least bit satisfied. She leaned her head against him slightly, although she looked over at Natalia and her fiancé. Those two had met hardly a year ago and were already set to be married next May. She thought that was true love, so sweet and pure. She looked up at Fredric for a minute and pulled her arm away. Once again, he asked her what was wrong. “It’s nothing….I…I am just so happy, darling,” she answered quietly as tears ran down her face.

Just then, the charm from the gold necklace fell off without breaking the chain and rolled into a side street. “Oh no, my necklace!!” she yelled as she started after it. Even then, Isabel was a bit shallow. The others followed after her. As soon as they were out of sight from the remaining streetlamps, Vonkeegan grabbed Isabel, and three others held the rest. It was too dark for Isabel to see much of anything. “Robbers ro….!!” she tried to scream as she kicked at Vonkeegan’s legs. Her voice cut off quickly when she heard a loud crack and saw her precious Fredrick lying at her feet, his neck broken completely. Her eyes widened, and she gasped in fear. She struggled against Vonkeegan as violently as she could manage. She had only then realized she was more worried about herself than anyone else.

Vonkeegan kissed her head. “My precious pet, do not scream now; you are safe,” he whispered to her quietly.

Isabel was perplexed now, sobbing hysterically. “Please….please don’t hurt me…let me go. You can have whatever you want; just let me go,” she begged through gagging sobs.

Vonkeegan pressed his hand to her face. “But my dear, you are the only thing I could possibly want in this world.” He took her farther into the alleyway and pinned her down on the cobblestone street.

“This will be the only wedding you will remember; this is love for an eternity,” he said darkly.

OOC Info:

(I do not own this picture so credit goes to the original artist. If you would like to see an anime picture of her, I have one that was drawn for me by a friend.)