[Name:] Isolde Holland
[Age:] 23
[Gender:] Female
[Species:] Human - Awakened
[Description:] To start it off, Isolde only stands at a meager height of five foot three inches (5'3) even with her endless legs, she loves to display them in fishnet tights and striped leg warmers if only to assume a larger height than she truly is. Though in truth Isolde is quite comfortable with being shorter than most girls her age; it means she can retain her youthfulness longer since many still think her a mere teenager. Plus having a willowy figure that she seems unable to gain any fat on is very helpful.
Doctors call it a high metabolism, other women call it a gift from God, but for Isolde it only means she can eat a monster hamburger with the works, chilly-cheese fries, and a chocolate shake without having to worry about stupid calories. Still, not being able to gain any weight also has a downside as her chest and bottom don't seem able to grow anything. She easily fills a small A-cup and her butt is sharp instead of 'bubbly'.
Her full figure could be called hourglass but that is because of her obsession from years before with corsets. After countless years of tightening material across her middle her bones have grown used to a tucked in waist; though lately Isolde wants to breath more easy and has restrained herself to corsets only on the weekends.
Many call her skin and bones but in truth she is actually quite healthy with a one hundred thirty-four pounds of flesh on her bones. Her limbs may be long and thin without any real muscle matter Isolde feels comfortable without fear of being fat; it is not something she really worries her guts over. The one thing that bothers her about her body is the fact that she burns extremely too easily and living in California it is a curse.
Born and only able to hold a slight tan along her skin Isolde has concluded that she will never be one of the beach bunny golden girls and instead shall forever be pale almond. She must wear thirty-plus sunscreen if she wants to go to the beach and has to constantly reapply it after two hours or risk being turned into a walking red lobster. So naturally she has taken up using a black parasol when walking out during bright daylight hours; though she has been known to carry one around at night when the moon is full, just because.
As for her face the shape is a very smooth oval with a flowing curve for a chin and soft cheekbones proportionally high on her face. Though not sharp in appearance the skin along her chin draws to the bridge of her slightly hooked nose while making her rather wide eyes the most dominant detail of her face. Though not because of their color; a rather dull olive green shade with a bold brown ring surrounding the eye and one single ring within the iris. What most notice would be the thick eyeliner and paints she decorates her eyes with.
Browns, greens, and black are common shades surrounding her eyes but not the only ones. Bold reds and yellows have also been used to bring some semblance of equality with her features. Isolde feels that her mouth is uneven, what with her top Cupid's bow lip being so much smoother and smaller than her bottom; in truth her bottom lip appears as if she constantly bites her lip and is swollen. If given the chose she would like to shrink her bottom lip but for now she'll deal with it and paint it as much as her eyes if only to hide it.
One of the only features of her person that Isolde enjoys would be her hair; a deep chocolate brown she normally changes it on a whim with hair extensions instead of dyes. Her hair is never actually straight or naturally curly, in truth she's lucky if it would stay in a bun for longer than a hour. Isolde's hair is thick and very unruly, she crimps it, braids it, straightens it, practically anything to try and tame the strands each morning and worst is that her hair is very long.
Falling just above her bottom she has had it layered so that only a few thick strands actually reach her waist; others fall in two other layers near the center of her back and just above her shoulders. As for her bangs, they fall to just below her chin and is mostly pinned to the side or top of her head if only to keep them out of her eyes while she works.
To add to her features are oval glasses that have a habit of riding down her nose and leaving small marks along the bridge. Without her glasses Isolde would only be able to see the world as a giant blur as she is near-sighted and can only see objects that are practically at the end of her nose. Contacts do not agree with her eyes or with Isolde with the annoyance of having to constantly blink just to keep the things moist, so she doesn't bother with them.
The best way to describe Isolde's clothing would be 'black and white'; they are the only two colors she enjoys though several bold colors have slipped into her wardrobe before. Isolde prefers Gothic over prep so it is not uncommon to see her in full length black robes and gowns walking the streets. Baby doll dresses and medieval gowns are some of her favorite while pants have never been a real draw to her. The only time you would find Isolde in a pair of pants would be while she is at the beach and normally they are black sweat pants to protect her legs from the sun.
Ballet slippers, pirate boots, leather straps, arm and leg warmers, even fingerless gloves fall in with her clothing style. Chains and medallions decorate her hair instead of her waist and neck while very few pieces of jewelry ever touch her fingers. Just an odd quirk of hers that she has yet to find a reason to stop.
[Personality:] The best way to describe Isolde's attitude towards life would be to look at her wardrobe; black and white with touches of color every now and then. Most days she can be found lazed about somewhere surrounded in textbooks or attentively taking notes over a dead body; no one really knows where she'll be most days. Isolde likes to know things, information, learn something she never knew about, but she is not so buried in her studies that she doesn't have an actual life.
Isolde is a very kind and happy person who enjoys the simple things. She is the type of friend who would be there when you need someone to talk too or simply someone to yell at about the latest troubles. As a listener she takes the time and patience to listen to others over being the one to speak first. That is not to say she has no voice, on the contrary, Isolde is one who will speak up if she wants to be heard.
Though mostly Isolde is too kind to be argumentative; she can get angry she just shows it in a odd fashion. When Isolde is riled by someone or something she gets aggressively polite. Normal things like someone being rude to her or a friend or if someone becomes violent in temper or motion towards anyone for that matter Isolde will quickly raise her voice towards the offender.
Most times her belittling of someone in polite conversation [even if raised at ear piercing levels] can get the person to leave in anger, though if that does not work Isolde has a sharper temper that involves one of her shoes hitting someone's head. She has never actually physically hit another living person, if you don't count the shoe, but sometimes she takes things to far and ends up getting hurt for all her troubles.
Her emotions are her strength as well as her weakness. Comfortable with who she is Isolde uses her voice to carry each mood she feels; laughing at some silly joke or crying her eyes out in someone's shoulder when someone yells at her. Isolde can never hide what she is feeling not with her eyes or with the tone of her voice, it is always there for the world to see.
She wears her heart on her sleeve and even though many would say it is her weakest point Isolde is proud that she is not afraid to show her emotions; she may not want people to see it half the time but still proud of her openness. Though for all her troubles Isolde is a very strong person, she has seen things most others will never see in their entire lifetime and still she smiles when greeting new people.
Spirits and demons are now apart of her life and to Isolde they deserve to be addressed like any other person who exists in this world. She may not understand them or trust most demons but she knows that sometimes looks can be deceiving [herself as an example]. She is willing to give anyone a chance if they allow her one.
[Occupation:] Medical Examiner - Medical Student
[Extra:]
Pet: 12 inch Bearded Dragon named Rey
[-] chews mint leaves
[-] prefers herbal tea over soda
[-] drives the clinic's hearse to school and work
[Parents:] Joseph and Doris Holland
[Siblings:] Vanity Holland [sister, age 8]
[History:] Joseph Holland had, had a crush of Doris Jones ever since they become neighbors at the age of three. Of course, back then it had only been a friendship between two children who needed a companion, but as they grew so did the bond they shared. Joseph was simply fascinated with this little brunette who played just a rough as the other guys down their street and he was quite proud that he could say that he met her first.
They were always close while going through school, though it was during middle school that he finally saw his neighborhood pal as an actual girl figure. In truth, he was quite ashamed of himself for thinking such things about a friend and tried with much difficulty to see her as something of a sibling. But that did not last as Doris was getting attention from other males in the school and bets were being made on who would have her first.
Joseph quickly took up being her guardian from these others and hoped that he could keep his own interest on a friend's level. Naturally it was not necessary as Doris had only had eyes on the dark haired Joseph for the same amount of years; though she truly did love him at first sight. Still, with all the confusion on Joseph's part it took one bold kiss from Doris to ease both their minds.
Their first kiss was at their eighth grade prom where an excited Joseph vowed to marry Doris when they graduated high school. And the funny thing is, Doris held him to that promise. They happily married two weeks after high school graduation, something both parents had been expecting after seeing the two so happy together. It was a good marriage and one that would stand together forever.
They waited until they were both ready and settled to start their own family; a blessing that both families had preached to the young couple. Doris was working through college on getting a degree in teaching small children while Joseph took night classes on electrical maintenance while working steadily during the day at a construction site with some friends. The pay was nice and with both on scholarships they need not worry about school expenses; so all the cash went into savings and their new home.
It took them four years to get settled but both felt it time to have a child to share their love with. So come one hot summer day in August a baby girl named Isolde Holland was born. The couple was pleased and willingly shared their little girl with the family. So begun the life of one Isolde Holland; a simple life.
Isolde grew up loving her parents but otherwise quite lonely as most children on her street were older than her by five years. Her parents thought it best, considering their own history, to move to a new neighborhood where there would be others their daughter's age that she could befriend. So when Isolde was three they moved from several miles, though still in Santa Cruz, and much closer to the beach.
There were plenty of children in the neighborhood and several that were closer to Isolde's age. She easily made friends and started a better life filled with fun. One of her closest friends was a girl two years younger than her named Eliza Oakhaven. The two were like mischievous twins who would play tricks on the local bullies; they called themselves protectors of the misfits. Great times were always with Eliza.
The two stayed close even when Isolde started school and then more so as Isolde would share what she learned with her friend. Funny, but it was with Isolde's help that Eliza was able to skip a grade in school; not in the same year as Isolde but closer. Still, the two were inseparable and would have stayed that way if things hadn't had turned out the way they did.
Isolde was only thirteen and about to graduate from middle school to the frightening high school on her own when a tragedy touched her life. Eliza and Isolde had been playing near the beach, watching surfers and chasing the seagulls, just having fun like children do. But Isolde was a bit on edge, for several days she had had this feeling that something was watching her. She'd seen shadows out the corner of her eye but when she turned there had been nothing there. It unsettled her, but because she could not see anything she was not that concerned about it.
Thinking back on that day Isolde feels that everything was her fault and had she been more aware maybe she could have done something different. Though still only a child she had already lost to the darkness that was to cloud her. For on that day Isolde saw clearly for the first time what true horror really is and what it would always do for someone with such knowledge of it.
Isolde had finally caught sight of the shadow that was following her for days, this time it did not escape when she stared at it. At first she thought it only a flicker of the light making it seem larger than it should be, but once it started to move towards her she finally understood that what she was seeing was no trick of the light. A creature and not a human was running towards her.
She knew it was meant to kill her and still she had been unable to move, much less scream. Frozen in fear Isolde was prepared to die at the hands of this monster simply because of fear holding her locked in place. But she did not die that day, not in the since of being killed, but her life was definitely changed. Isolde had forgotten that she was not alone on the beach that day and because she was unable to run or make a sound Eliza did not know of the danger that was coming for them.
Without the eyes to see what was there Eliza stepped in front of her friend to try and help with what was bothering her. By taking that one step she was the one who took the claws meant for her friend. The small body was sent flying down the beach with only the sound of flesh meeting sand, it seemed beyond both girls abilities to make a sound. There were only the silent screams in their heads as the monster turned back for another attack.
Tears were running down her face when Isolde stared up at the monster that would kill her, she was frightened and ashamed that she would die without helping her best friend who laid only yards away slowly dying. She chanted in her head 'I don't want to die!' over and over even as she continued to watch the horror unfold around her; she was certain she would not be going home that day to her parents that it was her time to leave them.
But she survived.
Deep inside her body her soul was yelling for her to survive, and its voice held strength. There was no flash of light, no blast of wild wind, nothing....not even a sound when all of a sudden the demon simply held still. It took a moment for Isolde's wet eyes to focus on the colorful ribbons wrapping the body of the beast that held a surprising familiar pattern like that of her dress. It took her a moment more to realize that the strange ribbon was also surrounding her; like a shield!
Then there was movement, the ribbon pulled tight against the monsters leather skin, and even tighter still. Isolde stood watching in silence as the demon screamed in rage and pain as these colorful yards of material slowly crushed and ripped its body. Even after the pieces had stopped their thrashing and held still Isolde cried and stood silently watching.
In her heart she knew that the monster was dead and more so that her best friend was also one of the departed. She would have moved to her friend's side to lay proof to what she knew but she could not move. Still frozen in place from fear, relief, and sadness Isolde felt that she would never move again. But something touched her shoulder.
Isolde slowly turned her eyes towards her shoulder and saw a small hand; she followed that hand up the arm to the shoulder and then to the face of who stood near her. Eliza Oakhaven, an eleven year old girl who had been brutally murdered by a true demon now stood with a smile on her young face next to her best friend.
The pain that squeezed Isolde's heart spilled over into deep sadness as she realized that she was seeing a spirit. There was never a time for thinking that her friend had survived the attack, she knew better than that and her own soul was telling her the truth, but seeing her friend, her sister smiling at her Isolde wanted to die.
"I'm not sad so you shouldn't be sad either," such a childish thing to say but Eliza was still so young. They both knew that they could not change what had happened but that they would both have to be strong. Isolde wanted to be strong, for Eliza and herself, but knowing that she had somehow failed them both she felt weak and alone. It was what broke her stillness and there on the beach with a spirit to comfort her Isolde Holland fell to the ground in tears and screams.
Days later at her friend's funeral Isolde asked a childish question whose answer changed her life in a new direction. "Why do we wear black?", "Out of respect". It was an offhanded comment but one so strong that it transformed what Isolde revealed to the world. So it begun that her first step into high school was her first reveal of her new attire; no longer would she wear the colors of bright feelings and instead replaced everything in the solemn color of high regards.
She was deemed a goth by all standards those her attitude never took a dramatic change, she was still kind and ever happy it was only now coated in darkness. Though her eyes were wide open to the things that walked in darker shadows. Isolde knew that the monster that had stolen her best friend was not something that would dwell alone in the world. She saw much more than she should, living and dead beings that broke her heart as well as healed it. Most of what she learned was shared with the ghost of Eliza and though she wanted so much to tell another of what she saw she understood that it was not something worth telling another.
So she kept it her own secret with the dead and simply continued on living. Times before she would push her spirit to reveal itself to her as it had done before and with each time she could draw on her soul she learned more. At one time she thought it would be her duty to protect those around her from what she alone could see but was too much of a coward to face the monsters ever again.
Then one time she say something other than the creatures, she saw something like a warrior falling from the skies and challenging the darkness. Isolde thought this soldier an angel of sorts, what with their direct destruction of the demons, though she did not feel brave enough to draw attention to them. In her own mind she felt that her interference would bring about chaos when it was clear there was a battle raging on.
Over time she simply became used to seeing both during the times she was awake and allowed them to continue on as they were without her interrupting. Her life was going on strong, she was about to begin her final year of high school and now she had a baby sister to love. There was no need for her to follow after shadows when things were well taken care of; though there were times when she could not avoid them.
Times before she had to face down her greatest fear and pull her soul forward to protect herself. Killing demons was never her calling and she still cries whenever she has to destroy one in order for her to survive, even with Eliza's cool comfort and support always at her side the fact that she can and must kill another living being pains her. Still, she would go on.
After graduation she moved swiftly into a dorm at the local college and begun taking up her studies in medicine. She was barely a freshmen when she volunteered her time with the client near the school and found that she was more fascinated with the dead than she was in living medicines. Learning from the bodies of the deceased gave her more information than with the living, and the fear of doing something wrong was eased when the patient was already dead.
Over the next few years she was able to build herself into becoming a full time medical examiner at the clinic while still being able to take classes to gain her degree. Though her life may be moving in the right direction she knows that things are changing as she grows and sometimes what she may want is not always what she will get.