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Character Name: Isabella Iryne Deliambre
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Birthdate: June 10th
City / Region: Catanara / Calandria
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Deliambre [Birth]
Played by: Alexis Bledel
Appearance:
With sleek, brown hair that runs far passed her shoulder blades in unruly waves and curls; the colour of rich chocolate and a light olive complexion, Isabella is rather clearly a Deliambre in the same fashion as her eldest brother. She looks like a homespun girl, who spends her time in the sunshine and is warmed in all ways from it. Her youthful, heart-shaped face is flawless, disturbed only by a pair of plush bow-shaped lips and light, crystal blue eyes that often observe with a soul-piercing stare. Isabella’s face is gifted with undeniable beauty and a smile that, if it could be wielded as a weapon, would break hearts.
She’s a slender, light-curved 5’5. Her shoulders are slim, her hips just blooming into their childbearing pear shape and her waist is tiny. She’s a doll like woman of peaceful and soft beauty, which is often rather naive about. But not releasing how pretty she really is the girl likes to spend time on her appearance. She likes make-up and pretty dresses and can spend hours in front of the mirror trying to make herself as glamourous as some of the other women in her family…which, frankly, she really doesn’t need to do.
Personality: A more in-depth look at what makes this character tick. Please include character ambitions, goals, virtues/flaws. Once you've finished this, we suggest that you reach out to players of your character's family members and have them read it, the better to help establish family relationships - this is especially important for characters who have siblings or parents in play!
Sugar:
Isabella is sweet and soft and gentle. She is a girly sort of girl, who likes pretty things. Isabella is easily distracted by a sunset, or the falling amber leaves of autumn, she’s got a sense of poetry and romance about her despite not favouring the written word. She’s patient and kind and good hearted, with a delicate and demure manner about her. More so, everything she seems to do seems to have a great sense of subtlety about it. Not shy, as such, but she is not likely to be calling attention to herself either. She rather prefers to raise her family to great heights and bath in the pride of their successes.
Spice:
Girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, and that is most true of Isabella. Though she has, as everyone has, a sharper tongue when cornered and often a lack of faith in her own abilities, she is generally the sun and moon and stars – snow white, Cinderella, the woman at the beginning of the story who is always merrily living the lot she has been given. But, one thing that drives her to passion is her charitable side. She cannot abide to see others fall, or in pain, and will willingly put herself into misfortune to ensure that there is a fairness in the treatment of others. Not afraid of a little hard work, she doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
In the Kitchen ~ she spends a lot of her time here. Isabella is a fantastic cook and is particularly good at baking. She can regularly be found in the kitchen, making pies and pastries and cakes and the likes. She’s even had a go at making cider and gin from the fruits around the farm, but her talent most definitely lays with the making of sweet and fruity delights. Give the woman a feast to prepare and she is not deterred from the idea, relishing in the responsibility of it.
In the Garden ~ not a gardener, not really, she does keep a small herb patch and grows a few of her own vegetables. She even keeps a few chickens for eggs and a goat for milk and butter. And while she is good at this, and enjoys the pass time, her talent for the garden comes with growing and arranging flowers. The house is often filled with fresh flowers which she has carefully selected – both from her own choosing and the wild.
Character History:
With a family such as her own, and being one of ten siblings, it is often easy to get forgotten. Isabella most certainly chose to be in the background. The penultimate child and another daughter, she had no need or liking for the limelight and instead spent her time supporting and nurturing her family as she grew. She, even as a toddler, seemed to take on a very motherly and nurturing role within the family. She did not mind waiting for the smaller children to come in for dinner, she did not mind helping them wash their hands or patiently brushing their hair as they fussed. She rather enjoyed it, actually, and was practical in her loving ways even before she could really walk and talk.
Walking came first. For Isabella has never had a love of words, particularly those written down. During their early schooling it became clear that Isabella often day-dreamed in the classroom and she would become frustrated with sitting before books. Though she found it difficult to explain to the tutor they had, when she looked at the words they always seemed so jumbled up as if the letters did not want to stay in the places they aught too. She became somewhat frightened of reading, would become upset and panicked when asked to write and the distress of failing and not being as clever as she should be – the worry of disappointing her father and mother – well all of those things meant she often tried to hide away from her lessons rather than go and fail. This lack of understanding of the written word, regardless of language, has always followed and haunted Isabella. She’s not illiterate, it’s by no means that severe, but she does not write and does not read because often she cannot spell and does not understand the formation of the words.
On one particular occasion, when she was six or seven, where she had become so distressed with the classroom work, she ran away. Isabella lived in the stables for seventeen hours. Until, finally, her eldest brother talked her out of the hay pile. He picked her up, put her on his shoulders and took her for a long walk and talk. It was on this occasion that Antonin told her that he was going away for a while and that it was her job to look after everyone until he came back from his time in the navy, she was too old to be so silly anymore. The words were probably to make the little girl feel better, but they stuck with her and she took it upon herself as a sort of duty impressed upon her by her oldest brother. She stopped going to lessons all together and instead would often be found fixing torn skirts, fitting lace to plain dresses to make them more wholesome. With Fabrizio she learnt the patience of making paints and pinning material to wood to be drawn upon, With Raphael she learnt to strap feathers to arrows and to whittle a point so fine. With Sophia she learned the joy of stories spoken and could sit for hours listening to her sister speak of history. The same to be said for Aria, with whom she learnt to love music and listening to the younger girl play.
But it was not until she was thirteen that she found her own calling. She tried to be like her siblings and shared most patiently in their talents and skills, but it was not until she released that she was supposed to be in a kitchen that Isabella really came into her ‘own’ as a girl. She never fussed, not really, about her lack of purpose, but when it was found a new light seemed to glow and blossom in the girl and a new confidence seemed to sweep through her. Cooking was wonderful and she developed a passion for it. It was something she didn’t feel she needed to read to be able to do, it was something she just felt she was good at.
And so Isabella grew and changed and learnt. But, ten years after the first period of ‘darkness’ a second came. At seventeen, Isabella learnt a new lesson. The lesson of men. She had older brothers, older cousins, so she was no stranger to having men around the house. But no one had ever really taken an interest in her. Why would they when Sophia and Maria and Carlotta were all much more beautiful than she was? And then, out of nowhere someone did. His name was Ashton and he was a boy from the market where she bought many of her favour decorative utensils- wrappings and ribbons and beads that garbed a fine cake or dress- he was sweet at first, shy and sensitive and he spoke to her about her day and her favourite things. He even invited her to a dance or two – and always she politely blushed and refused. Then he sent her letters – which infuriated her because she could not read them – and flowers and gloves and ribbons for her hair. Then she found him waiting outside the house for her, or he would insist on walking her home. His actions were once flattering but quickly became flattering.
The last straw was when he broken into her bedroom at night. He wasn’t doing anything, didn’t touch or reach to hurt her, but sat at her dresser and watched her sleeping. Isabella had been so afraid she had screamed. Her brothers dealt with him. Of course they did. Her personal heroes. She never asked what happened, she never wanted to know, but she never saw Ashton again. There was also a long conversation had, between her mother and her brother’s wife and several of her sisters, about men and looks and romance. And the whole time she blushed and shook her head and protested that she had no interest. One day she expects to be married, for that is her little dream – to run a house and have lots of children and be a wife – but she insisted she was not looking to run away with a boy from the village at seventeen.
Now at nineteen the word ‘boy’ is somewhat far from her mind. She is, in the most innocent of ways, happy with the lot she has drawn and lives each moment until duty changes her path once more.
Writing Sample:
Isabella felt nervous. She loved Antonin dearly, she loved playing with his children and sitting and sowing with his wife. She enjoyed the company that she got from it, and found it most interesting to listen to woman talk and how she kept her elder brother in line. But, something about the summoning to his study was not in line with the normal. Her throat was dry, her hands played in front of her most anxiously, as she stood outside the room and waited to be given entry. She couldn’t think of anything she had done wrong, she couldn’t think of any reason she had given to upset him and yet butterflies dances in her stomach. A deep breath, then two, then three before she dared to knock…
Best Contact Method(s): Well, if you don’t know by now…it’s really not worth trying!
Have you read the General Rules?:Meep
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:Meep
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?: Meep!
~~
Character Name: Isabella Iryne Deliambre
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Birthdate: June 10th
City / Region: Catanara / Calandria
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Deliambre [Birth]
Played by: Alexis Bledel
Appearance:
With sleek, brown hair that runs far passed her shoulder blades in unruly waves and curls; the colour of rich chocolate and a light olive complexion, Isabella is rather clearly a Deliambre in the same fashion as her eldest brother. She looks like a homespun girl, who spends her time in the sunshine and is warmed in all ways from it. Her youthful, heart-shaped face is flawless, disturbed only by a pair of plush bow-shaped lips and light, crystal blue eyes that often observe with a soul-piercing stare. Isabella’s face is gifted with undeniable beauty and a smile that, if it could be wielded as a weapon, would break hearts.
She’s a slender, light-curved 5’5. Her shoulders are slim, her hips just blooming into their childbearing pear shape and her waist is tiny. She’s a doll like woman of peaceful and soft beauty, which is often rather naive about. But not releasing how pretty she really is the girl likes to spend time on her appearance. She likes make-up and pretty dresses and can spend hours in front of the mirror trying to make herself as glamourous as some of the other women in her family…which, frankly, she really doesn’t need to do.
Personality: A more in-depth look at what makes this character tick. Please include character ambitions, goals, virtues/flaws. Once you've finished this, we suggest that you reach out to players of your character's family members and have them read it, the better to help establish family relationships - this is especially important for characters who have siblings or parents in play!
Sugar:
Isabella is sweet and soft and gentle. She is a girly sort of girl, who likes pretty things. Isabella is easily distracted by a sunset, or the falling amber leaves of autumn, she’s got a sense of poetry and romance about her despite not favouring the written word. She’s patient and kind and good hearted, with a delicate and demure manner about her. More so, everything she seems to do seems to have a great sense of subtlety about it. Not shy, as such, but she is not likely to be calling attention to herself either. She rather prefers to raise her family to great heights and bath in the pride of their successes.
Spice:
Girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, and that is most true of Isabella. Though she has, as everyone has, a sharper tongue when cornered and often a lack of faith in her own abilities, she is generally the sun and moon and stars – snow white, Cinderella, the woman at the beginning of the story who is always merrily living the lot she has been given. But, one thing that drives her to passion is her charitable side. She cannot abide to see others fall, or in pain, and will willingly put herself into misfortune to ensure that there is a fairness in the treatment of others. Not afraid of a little hard work, she doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
In the Kitchen ~ she spends a lot of her time here. Isabella is a fantastic cook and is particularly good at baking. She can regularly be found in the kitchen, making pies and pastries and cakes and the likes. She’s even had a go at making cider and gin from the fruits around the farm, but her talent most definitely lays with the making of sweet and fruity delights. Give the woman a feast to prepare and she is not deterred from the idea, relishing in the responsibility of it.
In the Garden ~ not a gardener, not really, she does keep a small herb patch and grows a few of her own vegetables. She even keeps a few chickens for eggs and a goat for milk and butter. And while she is good at this, and enjoys the pass time, her talent for the garden comes with growing and arranging flowers. The house is often filled with fresh flowers which she has carefully selected – both from her own choosing and the wild.
Character History:
With a family such as her own, and being one of ten siblings, it is often easy to get forgotten. Isabella most certainly chose to be in the background. The penultimate child and another daughter, she had no need or liking for the limelight and instead spent her time supporting and nurturing her family as she grew. She, even as a toddler, seemed to take on a very motherly and nurturing role within the family. She did not mind waiting for the smaller children to come in for dinner, she did not mind helping them wash their hands or patiently brushing their hair as they fussed. She rather enjoyed it, actually, and was practical in her loving ways even before she could really walk and talk.
Walking came first. For Isabella has never had a love of words, particularly those written down. During their early schooling it became clear that Isabella often day-dreamed in the classroom and she would become frustrated with sitting before books. Though she found it difficult to explain to the tutor they had, when she looked at the words they always seemed so jumbled up as if the letters did not want to stay in the places they aught too. She became somewhat frightened of reading, would become upset and panicked when asked to write and the distress of failing and not being as clever as she should be – the worry of disappointing her father and mother – well all of those things meant she often tried to hide away from her lessons rather than go and fail. This lack of understanding of the written word, regardless of language, has always followed and haunted Isabella. She’s not illiterate, it’s by no means that severe, but she does not write and does not read because often she cannot spell and does not understand the formation of the words.
On one particular occasion, when she was six or seven, where she had become so distressed with the classroom work, she ran away. Isabella lived in the stables for seventeen hours. Until, finally, her eldest brother talked her out of the hay pile. He picked her up, put her on his shoulders and took her for a long walk and talk. It was on this occasion that Antonin told her that he was going away for a while and that it was her job to look after everyone until he came back from his time in the navy, she was too old to be so silly anymore. The words were probably to make the little girl feel better, but they stuck with her and she took it upon herself as a sort of duty impressed upon her by her oldest brother. She stopped going to lessons all together and instead would often be found fixing torn skirts, fitting lace to plain dresses to make them more wholesome. With Fabrizio she learnt the patience of making paints and pinning material to wood to be drawn upon, With Raphael she learnt to strap feathers to arrows and to whittle a point so fine. With Sophia she learned the joy of stories spoken and could sit for hours listening to her sister speak of history. The same to be said for Aria, with whom she learnt to love music and listening to the younger girl play.
But it was not until she was thirteen that she found her own calling. She tried to be like her siblings and shared most patiently in their talents and skills, but it was not until she released that she was supposed to be in a kitchen that Isabella really came into her ‘own’ as a girl. She never fussed, not really, about her lack of purpose, but when it was found a new light seemed to glow and blossom in the girl and a new confidence seemed to sweep through her. Cooking was wonderful and she developed a passion for it. It was something she didn’t feel she needed to read to be able to do, it was something she just felt she was good at.
And so Isabella grew and changed and learnt. But, ten years after the first period of ‘darkness’ a second came. At seventeen, Isabella learnt a new lesson. The lesson of men. She had older brothers, older cousins, so she was no stranger to having men around the house. But no one had ever really taken an interest in her. Why would they when Sophia and Maria and Carlotta were all much more beautiful than she was? And then, out of nowhere someone did. His name was Ashton and he was a boy from the market where she bought many of her favour decorative utensils- wrappings and ribbons and beads that garbed a fine cake or dress- he was sweet at first, shy and sensitive and he spoke to her about her day and her favourite things. He even invited her to a dance or two – and always she politely blushed and refused. Then he sent her letters – which infuriated her because she could not read them – and flowers and gloves and ribbons for her hair. Then she found him waiting outside the house for her, or he would insist on walking her home. His actions were once flattering but quickly became flattering.
The last straw was when he broken into her bedroom at night. He wasn’t doing anything, didn’t touch or reach to hurt her, but sat at her dresser and watched her sleeping. Isabella had been so afraid she had screamed. Her brothers dealt with him. Of course they did. Her personal heroes. She never asked what happened, she never wanted to know, but she never saw Ashton again. There was also a long conversation had, between her mother and her brother’s wife and several of her sisters, about men and looks and romance. And the whole time she blushed and shook her head and protested that she had no interest. One day she expects to be married, for that is her little dream – to run a house and have lots of children and be a wife – but she insisted she was not looking to run away with a boy from the village at seventeen.
Now at nineteen the word ‘boy’ is somewhat far from her mind. She is, in the most innocent of ways, happy with the lot she has drawn and lives each moment until duty changes her path once more.
Writing Sample:
Isabella felt nervous. She loved Antonin dearly, she loved playing with his children and sitting and sowing with his wife. She enjoyed the company that she got from it, and found it most interesting to listen to woman talk and how she kept her elder brother in line. But, something about the summoning to his study was not in line with the normal. Her throat was dry, her hands played in front of her most anxiously, as she stood outside the room and waited to be given entry. She couldn’t think of anything she had done wrong, she couldn’t think of any reason she had given to upset him and yet butterflies dances in her stomach. A deep breath, then two, then three before she dared to knock…