Isabelle Marchant

Quincy

Name:
Isabelle Marie Marchant

Age:
16

Height:
176 cm

Weight:
56 kg

Gender:
Female

Personality:

Isabelle was never the daughter that her mother wished her to be. She wasn’t the lady, the beauty queen, or the debutante, but instead the exact opposite. A tomboy. Instead of the “Princess” they wanted, they received a girl with a Prince-like personality. The only thing that would even be considered remotely ladylike about her is her interest in art. Paintings in general fascinate her and she enjoys the good art gala every now and then.

On a normal day, it isn’t hard to get along with Isabelle. She likes to laugh and enjoys having pointless conversations. She has a very charming personality when she’s around people; her facade being something that she had to master. The Marchants are the perfect family, they had the perfect Mother, the genius Father, and the daughter that most parents could only hope for. Just like one of the guys, she has a very laid back personality when not being toyed with.

But of course, that is only how she is perceived by the masses. When it comes down to it, Isabelle is constantly second guessing herself and unsure of whether her life is real or just a concoction of her imagination. On the darker side of the spectrum, some have considered her to be naïve and stupid, but that’s really not the case. She has a brain her head, she just isn’t sure on whether or not it can be trusted.

Isabelle has what can only be perceived as a “Wild Imagination” or at least that was what her parents thought. The monsters she sees are something that she doesn’t like to share with the world. She knows how much it hurts her parents that they might have a “Crazy” daughter and she doesn’t want that to happen to them. Instead she tries to hide the fact that she sees and hears things that a normal person couldn’t even dream about.

Appearance:

Standing at a height of 176 cm, Isabelle can hardly be considered short. Her body has a small frame, lightly curved with a bit of toned muscle. Her hair is dark pink in color; long and silky it easily reaches Isabelle’s waist when left alone. Her eyes are light green in color and thickly framed with long eyelashes. As for the rest of her features, her cheekbones are quite high with small and kissable lips, her skin moderately pale, almost a light apricot. No doubt about it. . . Isabelle is pretty.

Like every girl, Isabelle knows what about her body makes her likeable, but knowing and using it to ones advantage are two different things. Unlike most girls, her body isn’t an instrument of seduction for her. It lacks the regular luxurious curves, and the “Natural” radiant glow that girls seem to be born with.

When it comes to her choice of fashion, it isn’t hard to say that a dress and heels are the furthest thing from her first choice. While she is able to pull off the bell skirt and 10-layer tulle, she is more of the girl who would choose a tank top and jeans over almost anything else. She doesn’t see a point in dressing up and finds the fact that some girls will spend hours on their hair and make-up to gain the favor of the male population ridiculous. She herself would rather gain attention for her personality instead of what she wears.

Spirit Power: 28
Speed: 22
Technique: 17
Fighting Skill: 13

History/Background:

Isabelle’s childhood wasn’t unlike any other girl in her town. She was born to a family that loved her and two parents that seemed to have her best interests at heart. Her mother was a real estate agent, her father a doctor. It would seem as though they were the perfect family, no flaws in any of their faces, no kinks in their reputation, they were perfect, or at least that was what the world thought. To the outside world, Isabelle was one of the best daughters parents could ask for. She attended church every Sunday, kept her grades at honor role standard, and participated in various sports including Track & Field, Volleyball, and Soccer. Sure, she wasn’t the girly-girl that they had been wanting, but what they had was hardly something to complain about.

Behind the blinds, behind the smiling faces, and the lilting laughs, their lives were more of a mess than they would ever admit too. For as long as she could remember, Isabelle had been seeing monsters, at first it seemed okay. It wasn’t abnormal for a child’s imagination to create the monsters hiding in their closets and the ones that come from beneath the bed. When the visions didn’t seem to subside and the monsters she had just been “seeing” started chasing her, trying to devour her, her home life took a turn for the worst.

She was 13 years old the first time a hollow really attacked her with the intention of taking her life. The day had been just like any other, she went to school, went to practice, and was on her way home when she felt the disturbing chill of something nearby, something following her. Running as fast as she could, she tried to make her way home, if she could find someone, anyone then she would be able to calm down. The thing following her would disappear, it wasn’t real, and her parents had been able to teach her that much. But she wasn’t fast enough, the thing caught her, slashing her arm with what she presumed to be its arms. She doesn’t remember much after the thing made contact with her skin, her consciousness fading in and out through what seemed like forever. The only thing she remembers is the sound of metal on bone and a person wearing all black.

Waking up in the hospital, her arm in a bandage, a giant gash running from her shoulder to the middle of her upper arm. The doctors had assumed that she had done it to herself, there was no one around her, there was nothing would make them think that she was really attacked.

After spending 3 days in the Psyche ward of the Hospital, Isabelle was released only upon the request of her father. He wouldn’t have his daughter locked away with all of the crazies; there was nothing wrong with her. The “Incident” was a one-time only thing and would never happen again under his watch. But even if her father was sure that she wasn’t insane, he wasn’t about to let her roam around free, she needed guidance and protection from herself. Immediately enrolling her in counseling sessions, he started to try to help her the only way he knew. Medicating her only enough to try to make the visions go away. His daughter was already a teenager, and in his eyes, she needed to distinguish reality from the imaginary world within her head.

The year she turned 16, she saw something that changed her world forever. She had been running from another one of those “Masked Beasts” when the words of her therapist started ringing in her head. These things that were chasing her, that she thought could devour her entire being weren’t real. They couldn’t touch her, they couldn’t harm her, and they didn’t exist. While turning to face the beast, she could feel it’s breath on her skin, could feel the sickening aura emanating from it, and that was when she saw a bright blue arrow shoot into the thing, causing it to shatter into a million tiny pieces.

This is where her story begins. . .

Family and Other Important People:

Erik Marchant – Isabelle’s father and one of the most important people in her life. Erik is genius surgeon and an all around good guy, but when it comes to supernatural things, he isn’t one that will look it in the eye and not be scared. Being only human, Erik had no idea what was happening to his daughter. He and his wife had done everything right, they had read all the parenting books, they had put her in the best schools, and they had given her everything that any child could ask for, but she was still having problems. When Isabelle turned 13, it was Erik who put her into counseling. Yes, he loved his daughter. Yes, he would give anything to help her. But no, he wasn’t about to have his daughter go mentally insane without putting up a good fight.

Lucinda Marchant – Isabelle’s mother and the holder of the Quincy genes. When Lucinda was a child, she wanted nothing more than a regular life. Her parents had been strong believers of the Quincy ideals, and wanted her and her siblings to become warriors for their army. Not wanting to be a part of that world, Lucinda left when she was 18, turning her back on her family to look for a new life amongst the humans. Lucinda knew why her daughter was seeing the hollows, but she couldn’t bring herself to accept that it was her own genes doing it to her. Her daughter was a Quincy and would eventually have to choose between the path of her human parents or her Quincy ancestors.

RP Sample:


The girl stood in front of her favorite painting in the small showcase. There were many others that could easily surpass this one in beauty, others that could easily surpass this one in emotion, but she still enjoyed looking at this piece the most. The way the black paint stood out on the yellow canvas and how the sky seemed to move through it was obviously meant to be still.

"It's just a tree you know." She heard someone say from behind her, but in her mind she wasn't seeing just a tree. She turned and saw a young man smiling at her, his demeanor being one that wasn't often seen at his age. But then Isabelle was only 16, and while most kids her age were out seeing movies, or hanging out with friends, she chose to come here.

"It's more than just a tree." Isabelle started. Her voice soft and her head turning back to gaze at it further. "It's me." She finished, her eyes never leaving the painting. The way the tree stood, dead and alive at the same time. The way the shadows were cast awkwardly on the cracked ground. The way the birds flew overhead in the moving sky. Everything about this painting screamed familiarity to her.

She could hear a chuckle come from the boy and she turned to look at him again. The amused expression on his face irritated her, he didn't understand. 'He was probably dragged here with his parents.' She thought a little dismayed that he was still bothering her.

"Don't worry. It's the artist's favorite painting too." He said as he glided away.