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[cell][center][hr][h1][color=#E472D8]Isabella Finch[/color][/h1][hr][/center][center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e8/0b/0c/e80b0c22f7c471ba6caec383b08c97be.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][color=#E472D8]21[/color] Blightborn: Energy [color=#E472D8]Lunarian[/color] Magic:Water/Sound [color=#E472D8]Fisherman[/color][/center]
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The first thing she remembered was drowning. 

The depths of the lake pulling her deeper like hands wrapping around her limbs,as her brain desperately yelled at her to breathe, but she was never taught how to swim. [i]That wasn’t cute, it wasn’t needed of her.[/i] For a brief moment there was nothing, no discomfort, no thoughts, just a moment of bliss. [i]Of Freedom.[/i] Then there was pain, her skin ripping and sewing itself back together. The screams caught in her throat as the water was pushed out of her neck, small slit’s hungrily sifting through the water for oxygen as she began to swim. This time it was almost instinctual as she moved through the water, searching, a hunger driving her forward gracefully through the lakes depths. 

It wasn’t even a few hours ago that she was blindfolded and tied up-in the back of a wagon, doe-eyed and confused as hushed voices whispered about her, and how Isabella’s family would pay a pretty penny to get their doll back. That was all she was to her parents, since she was born all they wanted was a plaything and not a child. Something to show off and have others exclaim how delightful and wonderful their daughter is. How pretty she looked in those dresses, a snide remark towards the grown woman wearing children’s frills and ruffles, but it made her parents happy. It was what they wanted, it was the only role she knew. Isabella wanted her parents affection and love, the one time she tried to rebel burned into her memory. Her parents disgust and looks of betrayal. After that she pushed any thought of being her own person aside, all too eager to be the sweet child they always wanted. What did she do wrong this time. She remembered thinking that in the back of the wagon, every bump and jostle sending the pins of her dress digging into her sides, her eyes blurred from the pain but she didn’t dare make a sound. [i]Children should be seen and not heard. [/i] Another one of her father’s favorite phrases. Isabella often wondered if he only agreed to have her so her mother would be happy. As if he was getting her a pet. The adoration and affection wore off as she got older, each year they became a little colder and each year Isabella threw herself deeper and deeper into the curated persona they had chosen for her; hoping that she could win back their love. 

They were the only thing she’s ever known, she wasn’t sent to school, and even her tutors only taught her enough not to embarrass herself at parties. They focused more on etiquette and child like antics then  they did on arithmetics and books, on social skills and gaining favors over basic skills. Isabella’s entire world was her parents and what they needed from her, and to find herself kidnapped on the back of a wagon she felt strange. She wanted to cry and scream and her heart was in her throat with how hard it was beating. Raising thoughts and the urge to vomit as she desperately tried to keep calm. She wasn’t suppose to feel these things. [i]It was not allowed.[/i] 

They were deep north into blight territory when the kidnappers bothered to stop, they had found a small hut north of what would become Dawnhaven. Far enough from the capital that they would be safe from any pursuing guards or hounds that might have been sent after them. The hunger for greed of man will far outweigh the fear of consequence. Perhaps that’s why they had strayed so far North, or the kidnappers didn’t realize how close each breath brought them to danger. The new moon offered no light to warn them, the haze on the ground written off as mist rolling off the lake. All the while Isabella was slumped over in the back of the wagon, the panic had worked its way through her.  Her brain shutting off in a desperate attempt to sheltering itself. The eerie since had the pair on edge, as if their instincts screamed they weren’t safe there, perhaps it was the fear talking but when they check on her they swore she was dead, her chest wasn’t moving and she gave no response when they tried to wake her. One of the men swore she was ice cold to the touch, urging the other that they should just dump her into the lake and flee. It wasn’t right here. They’d be cursed if they stayed. 

[h3][color=#E472D8]Blight Born[/color][/h3]
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[i]Ears to Fins. Webbed Hands. Freckles to Scales.[/i] 

Before the blight got to her, Isabella was what she would call pretty. Long bouncy red curls, simple dresses perhaps best suited for a child, her parent’s choice, and bright hazel eyes that seemed to light up the room. Now she didn’t know what she looked like, she knew her curls were pink now and that her hands and feet had split to grow webbing, there were gashes in her neck where gills had grown, her ears had morphed into fins that could both hear and feel the currents around her. But she couldn’t tell you if she was still pretty. That her hazel eyes now matched the bright pink of her hair, that what was once freckles now were tiny scales that shimmered and bounced the moonlight around. She hoped she was still pretty, as her parents needed her to be. 


[*]Type: [color=#E472D8]Energy[/color]
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[*]Abilities:[color=#E472D8]Isabella can move between water and land at will, her body naturally switching from gills to lungs. Her eye sight is enhanced while in water making it easy for her to track down fish and prey alike. Beyond her aquatic nature she’s able to produce a certain amount of charm, a soft string of not quite music that lures animals and sometimes humans to her so that she might fed. The song itself sounds different to each person that hears it so it makes it harder for others to believe it’s real.[/color]
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[*]Weaknesses:[color=#E472D8]She needs to submerge herself daily to keep from drying out, warm and high temperatures also leave her weak and dizzy. Having gotten used to the darkness of the lake her eyes are sensitive to light as well as lots of loud sounds.[/color]
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