Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Jul 14, 2010 10:22:58 GMT -7
ISABELLA JILLIAN AVADORE
"no one wants to hurt you, but everybody tries,"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Isabella Jillian Avadore
Nickname(s): Isa
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Birthdate: August 23, 1994
Sexuality: Straight
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Joan of Arc
Played By: Ellen Page
Grade: Sophomore
Boarding: Yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 130 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Build: Average - Moderately Athletic
Scars: None
Piercings/Tattoos: None
Personal Style: For the most part, Isabella dresses like a typical teenage girl. She favours purples and blacks, but if something else catches her eyes, she'll throw it one. Hoodies and sneakers are a must for her. If she's not using both, she usually has at least one of the two on at the time. She's not a fan of jewelry however. Aside form the occasional hair clip and a very practical watch, she'll never wear the stuff unless she absolutely has to - the same goes for makeup. Her style, quite often, can best be described as almost dark. Almost in that her demeanor means she can't quite pull of such a look.
When it comes to dressing formally, Isabella will wear dresses if she has to, but prefers a pantsuit to feminine formal wear, finding it a hassle to have to worry about how he dress it all the time, as opposed to being the only lady in pants in the room.
Appearance: There are two things that usually strike a person when they first meet Isabella. One is her posture, and the other her size. The former makes up for the latter. Never (in either life) one to go unnoticed, Isabella stands straight and as tall as she can. She doesn't carry herself in a snotty fashion, but rather a quietly confident one. She's also surprisingly strong in comparison to her size, making up for coming in short to some extent. While her shoulders are narrow and facial features delicate, her hands are stocky and the rest of her is well built and strong; but not quite enough so for her to be considered muscular or athletic.
Isabella has a pale complexion and a few freckles across her nose that she hasn't quite lost from childhood. She brown hair that is generally cut short and pulled back into a bun that, no matter how many times she tries, is rather messy. If she gives up with that, it's generally in a ponytail or if she's really given up, or having a good hair day, is let loose.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Sitting in the sun, playing tag, reading, praying, playing Risk, brainteasers and riddles, almost all animals, soccer, riding her bike, outwitting people, swimming, helping people, occasionally the Voices, intellegent people, adventure and (usually) debating things.
Dislikes: Fire, people who refuse to stand up for themselves, thunder and lighting, explosions, guys (or girls) who can't keep it in their pants, debating God's existence, fish (to eat, anyhow), having to harm anything, most violent sports, having no challenge and occasionally the Voices.
Dreams: To become a judge one day, and to travel through France
Fears: Fire; even lit candles on a birthday cake can freak her out, at times making it a crippling phobia; an unfortunate result of her past death. Freezing to death, and losing all her loves ones.
Habits/Hobbies: Reading, playing soccer, riding her bike, and praying (generally before bed and in the mornings).
Secret(s): She's not exactly sure if, given that her past life is that of a saint, she's supposed to be chaste in this life or not.
Personality: Isabella is a cheerful, witty young lady. She bares a good resemblance in traits to her past self, who she considers wholly herself, just in a body that isn't ashes. She rarely is downcast by a situation, often finding something good from it, even if it is in a sort of black humour, 'could be worse' scenario; though she quite often means it when she says "it could be worse..." because she knows many things can always get worse - or better, and she tries to keep her optimism forefront. Mostly, she succeeds in doing so. She's hard to pull down into the dumps, and quick to help cheer people up or raise morale. She enjoys being happy and doesn't see why people shouldn't be.
Forefront too, is her determination. Backed up by her quick mind and tongue, Isabella rarely backs down from a confrontation, even if it looks like she can't right away win it. Some she wins, some she loses, but she likes to think of them all in helping her in furthering her career; that of a lawyer and eventually a judge. Her driven personality carries on into her friendship, where she is willing to bend over backwards for friends, family, and quite often is willing to run around like mad for the sake of RSOR. It is these traits that got her onto the panel to start with.
While Isabella may have a high pain tolerance, she does have her fears and irritations. Primarily, her phobia of fire. She's surprisingly open speaking about how she hates fire for 'no apparent reason', but stays away from it at all costs. If a flame is too large or too close, it is possible she will freeze up or scream or just run away, much to her own embarrassment when she comes back later. She also finds herself very irritated by people of low moral standards, wondering what they see in being so inethical and dishonorable. By contrast, while she quite enjoys edgier punk music, regularly prays the rosary, both from upbringing in this life, her past life, and the Voices.
Ah yes, the Voices. Some might just say she's skitzophrenic, but she knows those voices quite well. They speak to her only rarely now, and always in French, but they are still there, convincing her quite wholly that there is a God, since He apparently found her again. The Voices, however, aren't as life or world changing this time around, more like the occasional observation, warning or order to stop some minor disaster in her vicinity. She is also prone to nightmares, from which she quite often wakes up shouting, screaming, or shivering; something that has more than once pissed off roommates. These are the things that bring out her pious side, the side that finds herself praying the rosary, going to church and rarely cursing (barring excessive use of 'dammit!'). If the Voices can find her, then there must be someone to pray to, in her eyes. She feels wrong doing otherwise.
While verbally she is quick to stand up for herself, physically she only does so if provoked first. She deeply hates injuring people, even if for good reason. While she is rarely driven to tears over things, she will be moved by hearing about someone getting hurt for no reason, or for reason. She doesn't see the point of violent sports, resulting. In her eyes, there are betters ways to decide a winning team then beat each other up. She believes, "as a strong supporter of common sense, that that lacks common sense". While it is easy to get second chances form her, she has little tolerance for complete idiots.
Lastly, Isabella is a competitive soul. While she dislikes living to compete, she does feel it is an essential component, a 'spice' of sorts. She particularly loves strategy games, from capture the flag to Risk, and playing soccer, or a bicycle race in the sunshine. Just so long as fire is not involved.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Savanna Avadore, 40, Seamstress
Father: Julius Avadore, 40, Lawyer
Siblings: Felipe Avadore, 10, and Rico Avadore, 6
Other: None
Pets: None
Hometown: Granada, Spain. However, she spent nearly all of her life in Charlotte, North Carolina.
History: Isabella was a long-awaited firstborn. Her father and mother had been trying to have a child for two years before she was so much as conceived, let alone named. Actually, the naming came quite late in the game.
Isabella was born on August 23rd, 1994. She came into the world fighting like nothing else, kicking and flailing at doctors and mother alike. Mother who laughed a little and said she and dad deserved it; they hadn't picked out a name for her yet! Her name was made up on the spot. Isabella for her great-grandmother, and Jillian from one of the baby name books. While they'd never been able to agree on a name prior, the Avadores agreed that Jillian, which meant 'youthful', fit the girl.
Isabella spend her toddler years in Granada. Contrary to her violent entrance, she was a shy girl. Her family took her to church every Sunday and never needed to bring toys for her - she was content to sit and listen. She doesn't remember much up until she was three, where her earliest memory comes into play. Her third birthday exactly, and the discovery of her parents that Isabella HATED fire. Isabella set in front of her cake like a good child until the candles were lit, at which point she began to scream and cry, then ran away to hide, screaming about the flames.
This is the earliest memory Joan of Arc has as Isabella. The last thing she recalled were flames, and the first thing she got in the new body, that really struck her soul, were flames. That was enough to freak her out, even some six hundred years after the fact. Of course, as a toddler, all she could do then was scream and flail.
When Isabella was five, her family moved to America. Her father longed to pursue a better career in law and got an opportunity in Charlotte. So up the family packed, leaving Isabella in a kindergarten not knowing a word of English, only Spanish.
And French. At the age of five, Joan of Arc in her new body, had knowledge of memories that weren't hers. Of course, this was due to the fact she was so young, she didn't know Isabella and Joan were the same person. But she did know that these "borrowed thoughts" meant that she could speak French. So she tried it out, asking for a red crayon not in Spanish as her teacher expected, but in perfect French. The teacher didn't speak it, but she knew what it sounded like. She spoke Spanish, not French! When her parents got news of this, they weren't exactly sure what to think. Her mother attributed it to God, her father to a French housekeeper they had back in Spain, even though said housekeeper rarely spoke in French. But yet, somehow, Isabella was fluent in speaking it, though she could only write one word. A shaky "Jehanne" was all she could write; which was, when she was in her first body, the correct word for "Joan", and the only word the peasant girl learned to write. Her parents assumed it was a misspelling of "Jillian" and not really French, but they did enroll her in an a course that taught her to write the language she had strangely picked up.
Eventually, Isabella picked up English, and advanced in each grade with her peers, the language barrier diminishing. However, with each year, she learned that those memories she'd drawn upon were, in fact, her own memories. But how? Why didn't her family call her Joan? Why wasn't she a grown-up, like Joan was? It was perplexing to her. Very perplexing. She turned to prayer, figuring that of God helped her before, he might do it again.
In addition, Isabella's parents announced to her that she was going to be a big sister. They had been trying for another child, and six years after Isabella, succeeded once more. Isabella was overjoyed by the news. She met her little brother, Felipe, six months later. She told him that he was going to be a good boy and that she'd teach him soccer even if it turned out he hated soccer, whether he liked it or not! She quickly grew to he Felipe's protector. He was a fragile boy, and small, strong Isabella protected him at almost every turn (though she did put him in her bicycle basket too often for her mother's comfort), quite willing to change diapers and fetch bottles. When she wasn't doing that, she was playing chess with her father, soccer with her friends, or racing her bike along the streets. She was average in all but chess, where she steadily beat her father and his friends, and smiling innocently as she completed a checkmate. Again, she was drawing on her past life.
At the age of nine, her father took her to work one day. She sat at his desk in his office, pondering laws and legal crap that the fourth grader could barely read, but she tried again and again. Memories of her trial six hundred years before were a little more vivid at the time, and she dared pose the question. "Daddy, what happens if a trail is all wrong?" He replied to her that people would fight it. She then asked. "What if the innocent person is executed before then?" Her father frowned, and said that would make a very terrible accident and heads would roll. That didn't sit well with her, the whole idea of beheadings, which she took literally. "That's not fair!" She cried. "I'm going to judge people properly, okay, Daddy?" She'd always admired his line of work, and now it was personal. She knew she was a girl named Joan of Arc, who had been in France, but she didn't understand. Not all of it fell into place - a soul out of body with memories for six hundred years often is disoriented when s/he finally finds a body.
Her second brother was born three months after her tenth birthday. As with every birthday after her third, she insisted on having the candles unlit. Hell, she freaked out when, at school, candles were lit on Remembrance day! It has eased off a bit since then. Rico was stronger than Felipe, but again, Isabella worked hard to protect, and teach soccer, to the both of them. Age ten was also the year she decided to put and end to these strange memories once and for all. Since neither sibling spoke languages at random, or had odd phobias, she figured she was on her own.
So she went to the library and asked if maybe, by any chance, they had information on Joan of Arc? The librarian pointed her to a section of medieval warfare, and pulled out a couple books. Isabella did her best with the academic jargon, and found she already knew all of this stuff! She'd already known what she'd done, and that portrait didn't look that much like she had, furthermore. The only thing new she learned was that her trail had eventually been overturned - and eventually, she had become a saint in the 1920. The ending to her story shocked her, and she realized that while people may call her Isabella now, she was Joan!
Right? She went back to the librarian asking her if people could be born with memories that weren't theirs. Maybe she was all wrong, maybe she'd just inherited memories like she first thought...which didn't make all that much sense considering she was from Spain, not France. The librarian chuckled and asked if what she meant was "reincarnation". Isabella asked what that was, and after receiving a book on the subject, everything fell into place. She was Saint Joan of Arc, now called Isabella Avadore!
It put her at peace, to know she was all one person, with a second life. She emerged from her quiet shell in fifth and sixth grade, quickly becoming an 'in' girl and team leader. It made her unafraid to think of these memories as her own, and made her unafraid to speak French. Of course, she didn't tell anyone of her suspicions. All they saw was a shy girl that turned out to have a quick mind and a sharp tongue, as well as a skill to lead. Her parents were happy with the transformation. Their girl, the shy one, a leader!
Middle school was much the same. She joined the soccer team, she went to church often (and of her own accord) and wanted to become a judge. There was only one thing that really changed. It happened when she was thirteen, just starting grade eight.
Jehanne. The Voice was inside her head, and while Isabella was scared, she knew exactly who it was. Of course, midway through gym class playing dodgeball wasn't the best time for God to come to call. "Oui?" Isabella had replaced out loud, in French. Jehanne, go to the science room. Right now. There is going to be an explosion. The substitute teacher will mix the wrong chemicals. Go! Hurry! Isabella was scared, but she ran right out of the gym, not caring she had just gotten hit by a dodgeball. The gym teacher ran right after her as she bolted to the science room. He caught up to her, and grabbed hold of her before she could go in, where the sub was giving a demonstration. At first, she shouted in French, but after his confused look, switched to English and tried to explain.
"-I have to go in there, soon! Soon! Please, Mr. Rainwright, if I don't it will explode! Please listen to me! I will only be embarrassed if I am wrong but I trust that I am-"
Ka-boom.
Kids screaming, someone falling over. Her gym teacher looked in and shouted for another teacher, who had poked her head into the hall, to call an ambulance. Isabella opened the door to see fire and a person and a desk, and began to sob. When she was later asked how she knew this was going to happen, she only said it was a 'hunch'. That was the first time the Voices came in life number two, and since then has never disobeyed them. it confirmed what she learned years ago, beyond doubt in her mind.
It was Mr. Rainwright, shaken by the incident, who suggested that Isabella go to Riverdale High. It was a good, affordable boarding school, and her skills would shine in such a place, rather than be mixed up in the hustle and bustle of a public high. Isabella, up for the adventure, offered to go, and after some pleading, got to do just that.
So started grade nine, and so came her recruitment into RSOR. It was her fear of what had killed her before that got her in, recruited by a senior who has since left the school. After seeing Isabella almost crying while holding a candle, she asked the faithful question. After several more questions, an interview and a form to fill in, Isabella finally found one place where she could be called Joan again. A place where she could out-and-out say God still spoke to her, play chess with other military geniuses, and where she really shone. Her Voices once or twice came to the aid of RSOR, in either telling them where a new reincarnate was, or if some nosy normals were trying to sneak in, amoung a few other things. Evenutally, she got herself appointed to the panel going into her sophomore year, where she stands as the youngest member of it, and one of the younger members of the soccer team, to boot, having just recently turned sixteen.
Where Riverdale will take now, now, she's not sure.
Just so long as she doesn't get burned at the stake again, she'll probably be okay with it.
I AM WHO I AM
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