ISABEL TAYLOR

[ISABEL TAYLOR]

ISABEL ROSE TAYLOR



16 years old • 11th October 2005 • 6th year
Hogwarts
Half-blood
Liv Tyler

LIKES:
The rain
Chocolate
Animals
Dancing
Music
Singing
Sparkly things
Beaches
Reading
Baking cakes
Mysteries

DISLIKES:
Spiders
Injustice/Unfairness
Spicy foods
Potions
Being rushed
Being forced to make decisions before she's ready
Arguments
Being away from home
Early mornings

STRENGTHS:
Intelligent
Extremely gifted in Dancing and Singing
Fair
Loving
Warm-hearted
Kind
Generous
Thoughtful
Witty
Fun-loving
Loyal
Dedicated
Charming
Friendly
Family-orientated
Quidditch
Astronomy
Divination

WEAKNESSES:
Her fear of spiders
Potions
Shy
Quiet with new people
Doubts herself
Can't say no to people
Stubborn
Indecisive
Flirtatious
Manipulative
Competitive
Vain
People-pleaser
She's a worrier, though won't admit it

ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE
MYSELF

Isabel Rose Taylor was born on a rainy October evening in a small town just outside of Chester, England. She was the third child of Elliot and Jessica, already having two older sisters. Within the next two years, she had one more sister, and at the age of three and a half, her parents divorced, the four Taylor girls staying with their mother, who refused to part with them for their cheating father. Yes, Eliiot Taylor, Muggle sleazeball, had multiple secret affairs over the years, and the second she found out, Jessica threw him out the door and declared he was to have nothing more to do with her or their daughters. He put up the tiniest of fights, and then vanished from their lives.

Not too long after this, Jessica moved the girls closer to her family in a nearby Magical village, only twenty minutes away from where they had previously lived, but it made all the difference. Surrounded by magic, the girls thrived in their new environment, Isabel especially taking great delight in being around such wonderful things. She was never really old enough to remember her father properly, though thinks herself the luckiest person alive to have such an amazing mother and sisters. She has always had a very close relationship with her sisters, thanks mostly to them being so close in age. Not exactly the girliest of girls, she tries her hardest to join in with their girly activities, and sometimes manages to pull them into Quidditch games and video games and other things.

Though she is a bit of a tomboy, Izzy does have her girly side. This comes out in her love of anything that sparkles or glitters, and the fact that she always likes to look good - with regards to her hair and skin and other physical attributes. Isabel has the most beautiful hair. Ever since she was little, it has always been super long, reaching her bum at points, though now it is a tad shorter, brushing her waist. It is a gorgeous dark brown, with natural highlights ranging from the palest of blondes, through to jet black, running through it. There's a lot of it, too, as it's very thick and luscious, alway shaving an enviable shine to it, and being naturally poker straight. She has an equally beautiful face. Heart-shaped and pale, she has porcelain skin, and full, ruby-red lips that part to reveal a huge smile that lights up the room. She has a dainty nose, that is just the right size for her face, and above it, huge eyes, in a shade of grey-blue that is so stunning and alluring she gets compliments from strangers on an almost daily basis. These are her favourite feature, as they are almost an exact match to the colour of rain clouds, which just happens to be her favourite weather. She is quite tall, at 5'8, and has lovely long legs that seem to go on forever, and a perfectly tones, hourglass body that comes from all the dancing she does. She is naturally slim, as she eats tons of chocolate and other junk that would make anyone else twenty stone, yet Izzy just seems to get away with it, to the annoyance of her friends. The only thing she sometimes wishes she could change about herself, is the fact that she's so pale. Her skin is always like snow, and she is only ever able to tan when her family go on holiday somewhere the sun is stupidly strong. Then, she goes a brilliant golden colour, making her eyes stand out even more.

Looks aside, she doesn't dress like the beauty she is. Though she coos over fancy dresses and gowns and other girls items, Isabel hardly ever wears them, except for on special occasions. She sticks to wearing jeans, or combat pants and trainers, t-shirts or jumpers on her top half, and maybe boots in the winter. There are two main reasons behind this, one being that she likes to be ready for anything, and feels that she would be hindered and unable to have proper fun by walking around wearing skirts and heels all of the time. The second reason, is because she gets enough attention when she's wearing jeans and trainers, and often feels uncomfortable when guys stare at her in the street because of her face and figure alone. The attention she gets when she's dressed up is even worse. She feels like she sticks out like a sore thumb, and hates to have everybody staring at her, even if it is for a good reason. Dressing down is the easiest way for her to blend in like she like to.

Isabel has always been a shy person, as a young child, she would hardly speak to anyone outside of her family and close friends. You were lucky if you got a nod or shake of the head. Nobody knows where this shyness came from, but she tries to overcome it. The people who know her best, though, know that there's not one shy bone in her body. These are the people that are privileged to know the fun, loud, boisterous side of her personality. The witty, funny, sharp-tongued, confident girl that people would love if they could only get to witness the real her. She is very intelligent and very sarcastic, and loves to banter with her friends, unleashing her sharp wit and great sense of humour. She loves to dance and sing more than anything, and is extremely gifted in those areas, though dancing is all anyone gets to see her doing out of the two. She won't sing in front of anyone other than her mum or sisters, and that old shyness creeps in and ruins the day. She has attended dance classes since the age of four, though, and it comes so naturally to her, it's fascinating to watch. She always has music playing at home, or in her free time at school, and doesn't reckon she could live without it.

Isabel does have a dark side. She's a people-pleaser, which means she can be quite fake when dealing with people on any darker, more serious level. This is purely because she can't stand to lose people, and worries herself sick that being honest, or saying something that might disappoint or let someone down, will mean that they won't want her in their lives anymore. The thought horrifies her, and so she does what she thinks will make everyone else happy. This can be pretty tough, as far as jobs go, and there's a lot of anger and upset that gets bottled up inside. Though she's astoundingly good at suppressing bad feelings and keeping her mouth shut, they do build up, and up... and up... until one day it gets too much and she explodes on someone. This is never something you want to be on the receiving end of, as when it comes to arguments, she's a master, and has such an intelligent mouth on her, it's hard to find anything to come back with. She's quite the evil entity when pushed to her limits.

When it comes to her schooling, Izzy has always been an excellent pupil. From her first day at Hogwarts, it was clear that she was going to go far. Her professors were all highly impressed with how quickly she got through workloads, and how fast a learner she is. Always quick to pick new things up, she loves to learn, and find it easy to grasp new concepts. Except when it comes to Potions. For Isabel, Potions is too much like cooking, which she isn't very good at (she takes after her mother for this), and so it is the only lesson that she ever has trouble with. Her favorites are Astronomy, and the unusual Divination. She finds the unknown fascinating, and loves fantasizing about what is out there among the stars, or whether one could actually tell the future from looking at someone's palm or a glass ball.

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KIRA
Twenty one
England. GMT.
RPing for 3 years
I tripped over it on the way to the bathroom.

[KIRA]