Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2012 2:22:59 GMT -5
Full name:
Isabel Marie Mason but sometimes she goes by Is or Issy.
Age:
Sixteen
Birth date:
January seventh
Grade:
Junior, bitches.<3
Sports/clubs:
Cheer and she believes everything else is irrelevant.
Appearance:
Isabel dresses like well... A whore. She loves wearing itty bitty leather skirts and spiked bra tops around as an actual outfit with nothing to cover her body. She knows that she's attractive so why hide it? She wants girl to know that ,when she walks by, their boyfriends will be staring at her. She isn't afraid of showing too much off and making herself 'less of a challenge' to guys because she knows that it won't matter in the end.
She isn't looking for someone to love her - she just wants a fuck and what better way to show that then by dressing like a stripper? None the less, she is still a pampered rich princess and therefore she can only wear the best of the best. Her barely there dress likely costed more than most spend on their entire closet! She feels that clothes from stores such as K-Mart, Target or -shivers- Walmart aren't clothes and she would rather walk around nude.
She has her belly button pierced and she got a tattoo after her eighteenth birthday.
Personality:
Isabel can be kind of a wild card. She enjoys sex and she's definitely not afraid to get it but she doesn't want a reputation as a slut! She knows that it's bound to get around that she's screwing various guys but she doesn't think that it's anyone's business. She wants to enjoy herself in high school! She's very careful and always uses a condom and takes her birth control like she should to prevent any STDs or unplanned pregnancies.
She can be hard to get along with. She has high standards that she sets for herself and others and she isn't scared to say when someone else doesn't meet them. She wants to show the world how strong that she is to prove that she's not going to end up like her old best friend. She's doesn't want anyone to walk all over here! She would much rather be considered a bitch and a bully then be the one whose crying in the bathroom alone during lunch.
History:
(Told in first person because that's how it should be and shut the fuck up, I DO WHAT I WANT) Most people live their whole lives in these little bubbles where bad things just don't happen and their parents stay together and their friends don't kill themselves. My life was like that at one point and it was naive of me to believe that it would stay like that for the rest of my life. I had a usual childhood and nobody beat me and my parents are actually still together to this day.
I met my best friend, Phoebe when we were both about three and going into preschool. She lived in the house across the street from mine so our parents set up play dates all of the time. We were like sisters which was nice since both of my older sisters, Elle and Laura, were in middle school and high school at the time so they didn't have much time to play with their baby sister. They weren't mean to me or anything but they were understandably busy with their own lives and boyfriends. Besides, Phoebe and I had literally everything in common well aside from minor things like she had two brothers instead of two sisters but they were the same exact ages as my sisters.
Our families spent the holidays together and we dressed as matching princesses every single Halloween from the time that we were five until we were fifteen and it was no longer really cool well I didn't care what other people thought of it but Phoebe always did. It was like what people said just hurt her deeper than it did other people like it was literally hurting her down to her soul which was what I loved about her because she wasn't afraid to show that she had a heart. Most people, however, didn't feel that way and bullied her over her weaknesses constantly.
She couldn't handle it and committed suicide when we were sixteen. I was the one who found her laying there in the bathroom - she'd slit her wrists and I don't know why she would do such a thing. She could have been something wonderful but she gave all of that up. She just wasn't able to fight anymore and she's the reason why I'm determined to live the rest of my life to the fullest. So, I began attending boarding school and everything is pretty good.
My mother has the final stage of breast cancer and she's decided that she wants to just stop treatment and enjoy the time that she has left so it can be hard to be away when all of that is happening but I have some distractions if you know what I mean... Dylan Mc-fuckable-Knight. We're.... we're McMason and that's the best way of saying that but if he screws another girl? Well... Let's just say that he'll find himself handcuffed to my headboard while I spank him.
literally.
Isabel Marie Mason but sometimes she goes by Is or Issy.
Age:
Sixteen
Birth date:
January seventh
Grade:
Junior, bitches.<3
Sports/clubs:
Cheer and she believes everything else is irrelevant.
Appearance:
Isabel dresses like well... A whore. She loves wearing itty bitty leather skirts and spiked bra tops around as an actual outfit with nothing to cover her body. She knows that she's attractive so why hide it? She wants girl to know that ,when she walks by, their boyfriends will be staring at her. She isn't afraid of showing too much off and making herself 'less of a challenge' to guys because she knows that it won't matter in the end.
She isn't looking for someone to love her - she just wants a fuck and what better way to show that then by dressing like a stripper? None the less, she is still a pampered rich princess and therefore she can only wear the best of the best. Her barely there dress likely costed more than most spend on their entire closet! She feels that clothes from stores such as K-Mart, Target or -shivers- Walmart aren't clothes and she would rather walk around nude.
She has her belly button pierced and she got a tattoo after her eighteenth birthday.
Personality:
Isabel can be kind of a wild card. She enjoys sex and she's definitely not afraid to get it but she doesn't want a reputation as a slut! She knows that it's bound to get around that she's screwing various guys but she doesn't think that it's anyone's business. She wants to enjoy herself in high school! She's very careful and always uses a condom and takes her birth control like she should to prevent any STDs or unplanned pregnancies.
She can be hard to get along with. She has high standards that she sets for herself and others and she isn't scared to say when someone else doesn't meet them. She wants to show the world how strong that she is to prove that she's not going to end up like her old best friend. She's doesn't want anyone to walk all over here! She would much rather be considered a bitch and a bully then be the one whose crying in the bathroom alone during lunch.
History:
(Told in first person because that's how it should be and shut the fuck up, I DO WHAT I WANT) Most people live their whole lives in these little bubbles where bad things just don't happen and their parents stay together and their friends don't kill themselves. My life was like that at one point and it was naive of me to believe that it would stay like that for the rest of my life. I had a usual childhood and nobody beat me and my parents are actually still together to this day.
I met my best friend, Phoebe when we were both about three and going into preschool. She lived in the house across the street from mine so our parents set up play dates all of the time. We were like sisters which was nice since both of my older sisters, Elle and Laura, were in middle school and high school at the time so they didn't have much time to play with their baby sister. They weren't mean to me or anything but they were understandably busy with their own lives and boyfriends. Besides, Phoebe and I had literally everything in common well aside from minor things like she had two brothers instead of two sisters but they were the same exact ages as my sisters.
Our families spent the holidays together and we dressed as matching princesses every single Halloween from the time that we were five until we were fifteen and it was no longer really cool well I didn't care what other people thought of it but Phoebe always did. It was like what people said just hurt her deeper than it did other people like it was literally hurting her down to her soul which was what I loved about her because she wasn't afraid to show that she had a heart. Most people, however, didn't feel that way and bullied her over her weaknesses constantly.
She couldn't handle it and committed suicide when we were sixteen. I was the one who found her laying there in the bathroom - she'd slit her wrists and I don't know why she would do such a thing. She could have been something wonderful but she gave all of that up. She just wasn't able to fight anymore and she's the reason why I'm determined to live the rest of my life to the fullest. So, I began attending boarding school and everything is pretty good.
My mother has the final stage of breast cancer and she's decided that she wants to just stop treatment and enjoy the time that she has left so it can be hard to be away when all of that is happening but I have some distractions if you know what I mean... Dylan Mc-fuckable-Knight. We're.... we're McMason and that's the best way of saying that but if he screws another girl? Well... Let's just say that he'll find himself handcuffed to my headboard while I spank him.
literally.
