[u] Stage One [/u] [hider= Take a good look at me sweetheart][img]http://i59.tinypic.com/2uf55s9.png[/img][/hider] [b]Name:[/b] [i]Isabella Roma.[/i] [b]Gender:[/b] [i]Female.[/i] [b]Age:[/b] [i]17.[/i] [b]Personality:[/b] [i]Feisty. Creative. Open Minded. Sarcastic. Humorous. Loyal. Aggressive.[/i] [b]History:[/b] [i]"When you grow up Isabella, what do you want to be?" The question came across her mother's lips like any concerned parent. "A turtle." the young girl replied, her big, bright eyes gleaming with joy. "You can't be a turtle Isabella, that is impossible." her mother discouraged, shaking her head. "Nothing is impossible. I'm going to be a turtle" Isa replied, determined to show her mother what life was really about. Fast forward 10 years, 5 schools, 8 homes, and 7 stepfathers later, Isabella had not become a turtle, but she did escape her shell. Growing up Isabella was an easy going kid, her father hadn't been in her life much but he seemed like an okay guy when he was around. Her mother had always been there, working hard, trying to do what seemed like the best for herself, and sometimes Isabella. The constant moving wasn't very helpful for the young girl's growth, but hey- if it pays the bills, it pays the bills. Isa found refuge in her artwork, drawing, photography, painting, the works. It was in her art she could be anything, she could create anything. On the eve of her 15th birthday her mother announced she had fallen in love once again, and that they were to be moving, as to be closer to the man's work. "Great." Isabella spat out, packing up her belongings once again. "Isabella, I promise this will be the last time. I promise." her mother assured her, her petite frame barely taking up the door way of Isa's empty room. "Mmmhmm." she mumbled. It was the last time every time. Sitting in the new room of the unfamiliar house that belonged to an unfamiliar man, Isa held a stale cupcake to her lips. "Happy Birthday to me." she sighed, taking a bite. Closing her eyes she wished this year would be different, that this year wouldn't be another repeat of the last. Eating the rest of the cupcake, she paged through the informational brochure of the town. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all." Isabella had made friends with the group she was with now, slowly but surely. Once she did become friends with them, she was one of the most supportive friends you could have. By your side the minute the phone rang or received a text. You could always count on Isa, cause she knew what it was like to not have someone to count on. She personally believes the dreams were brought on by the amount of games, movies, and other dumb stuff the teens were involved in, but she would be very quickly proven wrong.[/i] [b]What they were doing when they passed out:[/b] [i]Isabella was watching some of her friends play video games while pigging out on some of the snack foods when she passed out in front of the couch, resting on the back of the legs of the person behind her.[/i] --- [u] Stage Two [/u] [img]http://i58.tinypic.com/2ihqr0l.png[/img] [b]Dragon Type:[/b] [i]Forest[/i] [b]Dragon Appearance:[/b] [hider=My fierce baby][img]http://i60.tinypic.com/eb33fl.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Dragon Name:[/b] [i]Cypress (Cupressus)[/i] [b]Dragon Personality:[/b] [i] Cypress is very skittish and quick to either hide or flee. He doesn't take too kindly to aggressive people, and requires lots of trust to be able to fully commit. Gentle, but dangerous. Corrosive toxin as his ultimate weapon, his spit sears through most materials slowly and painfully.[/i] --- [b]Weapon Chosen: [/b] [i] Axe[/i] [b]Weapon Image:[/b] [hider=My other baby][img]http://i58.tinypic.com/2hp2hbs.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Power Granted: [/b] [i] Fire Manipulation[/i] [b]Power Requirement:[/b] [i] There has to be a fire near by. Isabella has to be angry/upset at current events going on.[/i] [b]Power Cost:[/b] [i]Every time she uses it her hair will change to a vast difference of colors.[/i]