Post by Isabella Hernández on May 10, 2011 20:18:29 GMT -5
[/li][li]Adventure
Isabella Hernández
name: Isabella Hernández
origination:The heart of Spain- Madrid
age:
grade: Sophomore
social class: Middle/Lower Class
positive traits:
- Loyal- She never abandons her friends, no matter what. (Even if they're wrong)
- Whole Hearted- If she says something to you, she means it.
- Easy going- There's not much you can do to set her off; she's got a loooooong fuse.
- Eternal Optimist- Nothing gets Isabella down. And she always manages to find the light at the end of the tunnel somehow.
- Charismatic- Isabella can strike up a conversation with anyone without becoming abashed.
negative traits:
- Oblivious- she wouldn't know what hit her even if it smacked her in the face.
- Selective Hearing- She tends to forget someone's talking to her about something important if it's not interesting at the same time, which tends to get her yelled at a lot.
- Over-affectionate: Common in Spain, there is no such thing as personal space. She often comes up to her friends (and sometimes attractive strangers) and will hug them far longer than what's comfortable. This has lead to many a bitch fight...
- Inability to “read the atmosphere”- This has also lead to many a bitch fight...
- Simple-minded- Rather than being the mastermind behind complex schemes, Isabella is the perfect pawn; which is why menial chores are her specialty.
likes:
[li]Tomatoes
[/li][li]Eating
[/li][li]Taking Naps
[/li][li]Cute girls/boys
[/li][li]Pirates
[/li][li]Chocolate [/li][/ul]
dislikes:
- Cold Weather
- Itchy Sweaters
- English Food
- The Dark
history:
Born to a farming family that lived on the outskirts of Madrid, Isabella lacked the city-chic lifestyle that's associated with her native city. From a young age, she exhibited most of the traits that created her personality as a young woman. Cheerful and nonchalant, she worked alongside her parents, learning to share their love of the rich, sun-kissed earth. She grew up in an isolated area, (the farms were miles apart) but when she made it to school, Isabella blossomed and turned her into the class clown without her knowledge. She made friends fast, refusing to be a wallflower even around the older kids. She simply barreled through challenge after challenge headfirst.
Through many scorching summers and relentless winters, Isabella learned to value hard work through her parent's teachings and was set to take over the family farm. However, one evening when the post arrived, an excruciatingly white envelope was delivered that would change her life forever. Before she knew it, the farm was out of her controll and she was being shipped off to England not even knowing a word of English; to a school called Victorious.
sample post:
“Isabella Hernández sientase por favor!”*
“The teacher slapped her stack of papers on the side of her thick, wooden desk, glasses sliding halfway down the ridge of her narrow nose. It was mid-August, and the heat was coming in through the room's windows, defeating the purpose of having them open. The children could see the sweat streaks down their teacher's face, and the way even the sleek hair that the young girls commented on every day was frizzed even in the teacher's high bun.
“Pero...Senora Bolívar...no quiero lo hacer.”**
“Isabella! Sientase! Ahora!”***
The young girl standing on her desk looked up at the teacher perplexed as to why she couldn't just stand on her desk. The reason was simple; she only wanted access to the cool air that was higher up in the classroom. Her fellow students gave her only awkward stares for encouragement. Even they thought she was getting out of hand.
“Sí, Senora,” The girl said in a huff, an exasperated look coating her face. She sat down slowly, unwilling to relinquish the one chance she had at cool air in this stifling heat. Normally she was used to it, but today was the exception. With a high of one hundred and five degrees, even those most use to the weather in Madrid were begging for air conditioning and cool lemonade. Isabella Hernández had neither.
A fair-skinned child leaned over to Isabella when she was sitting down properly and whispered, “¿por qué usted hizo eso? Fue muy estupido y immaduro...”****
Isabella only rolled her emerald eyes and responded in a slight whisper, “¡Es simple! Porque era caliente.”*****
Isabella could only smile as the other girl smacked her forehead in annoyance at the simplicity of the answer she was given.
*”¡Isabella Hernandes, sit down please!”
**”But...Mrs. Bolivar, I don't want to do it.”
***”Isabella! Sit down! Now!”
****Why did you do that? It was very stupid and immature.”
*****”It's simple! Because I was hot.”
“The teacher slapped her stack of papers on the side of her thick, wooden desk, glasses sliding halfway down the ridge of her narrow nose. It was mid-August, and the heat was coming in through the room's windows, defeating the purpose of having them open. The children could see the sweat streaks down their teacher's face, and the way even the sleek hair that the young girls commented on every day was frizzed even in the teacher's high bun.
“Pero...Senora Bolívar...no quiero lo hacer.”**
“Isabella! Sientase! Ahora!”***
The young girl standing on her desk looked up at the teacher perplexed as to why she couldn't just stand on her desk. The reason was simple; she only wanted access to the cool air that was higher up in the classroom. Her fellow students gave her only awkward stares for encouragement. Even they thought she was getting out of hand.
“Sí, Senora,” The girl said in a huff, an exasperated look coating her face. She sat down slowly, unwilling to relinquish the one chance she had at cool air in this stifling heat. Normally she was used to it, but today was the exception. With a high of one hundred and five degrees, even those most use to the weather in Madrid were begging for air conditioning and cool lemonade. Isabella Hernández had neither.
A fair-skinned child leaned over to Isabella when she was sitting down properly and whispered, “¿por qué usted hizo eso? Fue muy estupido y immaduro...”****
Isabella only rolled her emerald eyes and responded in a slight whisper, “¡Es simple! Porque era caliente.”*****
Isabella could only smile as the other girl smacked her forehead in annoyance at the simplicity of the answer she was given.
*”¡Isabella Hernandes, sit down please!”
**”But...Mrs. Bolivar, I don't want to do it.”
***”Isabella! Sit down! Now!”
****Why did you do that? It was very stupid and immature.”
*****”It's simple! Because I was hot.”
Hi! My name is Pascal and I'm 16 years old! I have been roleplaying since 2008 and I can't wait to join this roleplay! I also play Spain, America, France, and Sweden and I will try to be AWESOMELY active here! Oh! And I can't wait to rp with everyone! C: I'm super excited! Oh, and I'm in the process of learning Spanish, (<3) so I'll be using Spanish in my posts! Translations will be provided C:
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