Isabella Krow

[isabella]

Isabella Mae Krow;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Melissa
Age: 19
Years of Rping: Many...about 6 or more
Contact:Email or PM me

ID Tag;;

Alias: Izzy, Ella
Name: Isabella Mae Krow
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 20
Physical Age: 20
Species: Were-Wolf
Sire: I was born a werewolf, my parents, Logan and Kaos, were both werewolves.
Religious Affiliation: None.
Wealth: Well my parents were pretty well off. I get money from their fortune sometimes, but they both taught me how to work for what I get.
Job: I do odd jobs sometimes. I get bored if I work in one place for too long.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Keeping my cool in intense situations.
2. Giving anything I can to help people that really need it.
3. My singing voice.
4. Getting a good impression of how people are after being around them for just a little while.

Summary:
Being raised from infancy by a mother that was always walking around singing made it inevitable that I would end up finding a joy of music in my life. I took classes all through school to improve my singing voice, and I sometimes catch myself sining in public, which can get pretty embarassing honestly. My father always told me to be careful of the people I meet. Maybe I sound paranoid, but I tend to get a feeling about if someone is good or bad after talking to them a little bit. It used to creep my mom out. And speaking of which, my mom, Kaos, before she died, instilled in me the sense of giving people in need anything that I can spare. It leaves me without sometimes, but I feel better about myself that way. And trust me, being raised by a hot headed father and a calm peaceful mother, sometimes I had to be the referee in thier arguements. Now I can keep my cool when the shit hits the fan, I've had lots of practice.

Weakness:
1.I'm a little too forgiving of people at times.
2.My heart breaks at the sight of children and helpless people, I turn into a squish.
3.I'm very strongly moon tied and it really affects my life sometimes.

Summary:
See, my mom, yeah her again, she was always the person talking about giving people 'second chances' and forgiving the little things. I guess that's why I tend to let people get away with more than I should. And on top of that, she was always talking about 'all the people in the world that would die for a little bit of the comforts that you get' and all that. It used to drive me nuts, but now I find myself feeling the same way, and giving people anything they need whenever I can. But the worst weakness I have...is the moon. I can feel the full moon coming, even days before it's here. I get bitchy and annoyed at the slightest things. It's like having PMS on steroids. I guess it's because I'm so young.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Dark brown like my mother's and just past my shoulders.
Eyes: Dark brown there also.
Height: 5'6
Marks: I have a birth mark on my right shoulder blade, it's a perfect circle.
Race: American, though my father sometimes says he's Macedonian. I don't know if I believe that...
Skin Tone:Pretty pale. I like to go outside, but I can never get any color.
Body Type: I have a pretty small frame, but excuse me for saying this...I have enourmous brests for my height. Honestly. I actually kind of hate it...
Clothing Style:Sort of goth/punk style. I wear a lot of black.
Footwear: Tennish shoes or big clunky boots.

Summary:
Everyone always tells me that I look just like my mother. And that never bothered me, until recently. She died a couple years ago. But enough about that. I like to wear jeans or skirts mostly, and black band t-shirts consume most of my closet space. Add in a few pairs of socks with cute little skulls on them, and a few pairs of ratty sneakers, and that is my daily wardrobe. Of course if I go out I like to mix it up a little. I play more to the goth side when I got out, and I wear my combat boots instead of sneakers on those occasions.

Wolf Appearance;;

Eye Color: Brown
Fur Color: White like my mother's
Fur Length: Long and thick.
Fur Texture: Smooth like a fur rug.
Size: I'm small for a werewolf. I'm young though, maybe I'll grow???
Marks: When I turn into a wolf, that birthmark on my shoulder manifests itself as a round black spot of fur in the same place. My father had black fur...maybe that's why?

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Exploring the world
2. Drinking with friends
3. Helping people

Dislikes:
1. Being taken advantage of
2. Abusers of any kind
3. People that say one thing to my face and then trash me behind my back.

Flaws:
1. I tend to overthink everything.
2. I sometimes give a little more than I can afford to.
3. I take it for granted that people will be nice, and sometimes make assumptions that don't turn out to be right.

Summary:
My father used to tell me stories about Rome, Greece, even Germany during WWII and I have always been fascinated by the places he described to me. I have been traveling around for a while now and I love it. I enjoy the occasional beer with friends, and I enjoy even more a nice shot of vodka. I like to lend a helping hand with people wherever I can. But of course, being generous seems to make people think they can walk all over me. Too bad my daddy taught me better than that. I won't put up with being smacked around and I don't sit by silently if I see someone else int hat situation. Oh and another thing, if you have something to say, you better say it to my face and not behind my back. That being said, I severly over analyze about 90% of what goes on in my life, and I tend to forget that not everyone is as calm as I am, which sometimes gets me into trouble. I give away more than I should, so I find myself short on things sometimes. Food, clothes, even money, but I'm not materialistic, and I try to adapt to whatever I have left when I finally realize I went too far again.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Logan Krow, my father, alive and...somewhere. Kaos (Reign) Krow, my mother, recently deceased. Kaleb Wayne Krow, twin brother, going to college in Colorado (Or so I thought).
Birth Place: In a cabin in the middle of nowhere, if you can believe that...
Childhood: I remember learning how to build a fire with my dad, and racing my twin brother home from school. I remember the first time I changed, and the pain of Kaleb never changing with me. But I really remember my mother, singing me to sleep during winter storms and my father dancing with her in the living room when no music was playing. I remember being happy.
Transformation: I suppose I was born with it. But my first transformation happened when I was almost 9 years old. I would rather die than feel that pain again.
Prey: I eat mostly small animals out of habbit from living in the woods.
Moon Tidings: I feel the call of the moon so powerfully that I have to chage on the full moon. It still hurts me every time, but not as much as when I was a kid. I can change on my own if I have to, but it leaves me pretty wiped out when I go back to being human again.
Other Transformation: My bite in wolf form could turn someone, but I don't make a habbit out of hunting people.
History:
When I was born, along with my twin brother Kaleb, a healty human baby, my parents couldn't have been happier. We were lucky to have been born in human form, and our parents always knew that eventually, we would have the same fate as them. We would be werewolves. We spent most of our childhood outside with our parents. We went camping and hiking, they loved to be in the wilderness. Kaleb and I always knew that our parents were shapeshifters. They never hid it from us, and walked with us in their wolf forms often. Then came the day that I turned for the first time.. We were eight years old, and my screams of pain terrified Kaleb. Mom and dad never hurt like that when they changed. My father realized I was screaming too, in fear, and he spent a long time calming me down.

We waited for so long for it to be Kaleb's turn. Every month I was anxious to see if we would look the same as wolves. I wanted to go hunting together with him, and play in the moonlight. But as it took longer and longer for Kaleb to become like me, our parents told us that maybe it would never happen. By the time we were both 16, I gave up hope of ever running out int he woods with my twin, and it broke my heart. I could tell that it upset him too. to be different from all of us. I think maybe he began to hate us all for being what we were, when he could not.
Over time the pain became familliar. It didn't really dull, not for years, but I got used to it. I suppose it's only about half as bad now as it was back then, but my pain receptors have been a little numb lately. See...a couple years ago, my mother, Kaos, died. She was hunted down like a stray mutt and killed by a hunter. I never thought it could happen to my family. I thought we were always careful, but as my dad used to say 'shit happens.' Of course, now he doesn't say much to me at all. Ever since my mother died, dad can't stand to be around me for long. He says I look too much like her. But I still have his attitude.

Anyway, that's all in the past now, and I think that's where it should stay. I'm on my own now, taking my life into my own hands. Kaleb went of to college and I really don't know where my dad is. My new goal in life is to live with no regrets, and maybe to try and make my mother proud. So after traveling the US for the last year and a half, I've finally made my way to New York, the city my parents used to talk about. I hope to find the places they told me about, and maybe catch a glimpse of the spirit of my mother somewhere. Maybe I'll even find a reason to stay. Wish me luck.
Code Word:
'i hAve read da rules'

Mad Skills;;

Izzy stepped off of the subway with her face buried in a map of the city and nearly face planted on the filthy ground after tripping over a sleeping homeless person. "Dorothy, you're definitely not in Colorado anymore." She mumbled to herself. One of the flourescent lights in the ceiling was flickering, obviously on it's last limb as she made her way out of the underground and into the light of day.

The noises of the city were an invasion of her senses at first, confusing her until she got a chance to really look around and see where they were coming from. Two big men in suits were shouting to eachother beside her over the noise of a jackhammer across the street. Cars alternately raced by and stopped suddenly in the crowded traffic. A woman in an enourmous fur lined coat hailed a cab. So far Isabella was definitely not seeing the appeal of New York that her parents had ranted on about, but maybe it would grow on her. Just then the map she was holding was ripped out of her hands by a gust of wind caused by a bus. "Well, there goes the organized plan I was hoping for." Izzy grumbled, stuffing the shredded corners of the map into an overloaded trash can. She supposed she would just have to figure this place out by instinct. But if her parents could manage the wild jungle that was New York, she figured she might as well give it a shot.

[rowan kestrel amber]

Accepted