Name: Isolde Lark

The public, however, knows her by the name "Mirabelle" which means marvelous. She much prefers it over Isolde.

Age: Twenty one, barely, but flaunts a round twenty two at times.  As most people will figure out though, she clearly fakes it.

Gender: Female

Looks

(Just casually obsessed)

Position: Magicians assistant. Upon hearing of the job she knew it was practically made for her.

Personality: Isolde is scary. Not your normal type of "I'm going to put a spider on your head," scary, although she probably won't hesitate to do that. She's more the type that will sometimes hang over your bed while you're sleeping, just staring at you, or to talk about how when her watch stops doomsday is just around the corner.

Miss Isolde craves attention, she wants to be loved. There was a surprising lack of that back home, which is one of the reasons contributing to her coming at this place.

She's got dreams though. If you get past her scary and dare to spend a night with her you'll see that she really does like to tell stories. Isolde regularly makes herself the protagonist of these so called stories, beating down everyone and everything that has ever hindered her.

Along with those interesting qualities, Isolde is a fairly nice person to be around because her flirting skillz are sort of in the middle between horrible and great. She's a good average flirt, doesn't ever overdo it. Still, her pickup lines could use a bit of work. For instance, she should stop referencing dark subjects.

Isolde has her moments when things get mopey. Her Achilles heel is certainly thinking she's not good enough. Late at night if she's not creeping around, she's generally venting about her problems to someone or something. As long as it doesn't judge, it can hear her problems.

According to her mother, Isolde really just needs some friends. The poor kid needs to have some company to keep her sensitive most of the time. She'll assure you that she won't break promises, and in truth, she won't. Never once has Isolde broken a promise except for that one time when she had to promise never to lie and then she told a story and then felt guilty afterward. But no other times, mind you. Isolde is a trustworthy twat.

Likes:
🔹 Isolde is a devout fan of making all things dressy and all things intricate. A lover of beautiful things, Isolde will focus on perfections and flashy aspects of literally everything she does. Ever.

🔹 She likes people, believe it or not, and longs to fit in with them. Sadly, things really don't work out well for Isolde and she'll most likely spend life on the sidelines. She waits for people too much.

🔹 Isolde likes things that last. If it takes her ages to destroy it, she'll defiantly retry whatever it was. That's one of the reasons she likes people so much, they're very hard for her to destroy.

🔹 Strawberries hold a special place in her heart for reasons to be explained. She keeps a little potted strawberry plant wherever she goes. She makes sure it always grows back and it's always producing berries. When it spreads she gives little plants to the people that mean the most to her.

🔹 The things in life that just make sense. A lot of things only make sense to her, and she likes it that way. It tends to confuse a lot of people, but she doesn't really mind that at all.

🔹 The colour of blood. Yes, it's strange, but comforting. It's one of those things that a lot of people just don't understand about her.

🔹 Making people scared. Ahh yes, lovely subject isn't it? Isolde enjoys all aspects of this sport from making people scared for her safety to making people scared for their safety.

🔹 The whole prospect of performing and being loved by people she's never even dreamed of. It's one of those things that has never really died down for her in the least.

🔹 Isolde is a giant fan of watermelon. Although she's kind of allergic to it, watermelon is her all time favorite food. She'd eat it all day if she could. The terrified looks on people's faces only make it better.

Dislikes:
🔹Those moments when everyone but her seems understand everything perfectly. She wishes she could ask people how their really feeling, but that might come off as rude or something.

🔹Isolde hates being ignored. Back home people would literally walk away from her in the middle of a conversation without telling her why. What jerks.

🔹 She strongly dislikes tomatoes. It's something about the seeds really that bothers her. The little jelly weirdness around them, to be more specific. Just disgusting, in her opinion.

🔹 Those folks who pretend not to be afraid of anything. Heck, even Isolde is scared of some things, and that's really saying something

🔹 Things that seem to be hastily thrown together. Don't even get her started on these. You may not have time for other things, but you certainly have time to make it look nice and do it well.

🔹 Isolde has a thing against people who ask too many questions. She's weird, yes, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with her. She'll tell you that the only instance when it's valid to ask her what's wrong is if she's bleeding profusely, and then she'll answer you sarcastically at that.

🔹 She has a special place is her heart for hatred, and most of that is reserved for jerks who think they can mess around with her feelings. May You Not peasants, is her general answer.

🔹 How lonely places can get sometimes. That's one reason why she joined the circus, she was under the impression that it would make her never lonely. Let's hope.

Fears:
🔹 There isn't much that Isolde fears, but this fear certainly takes the cake. She's terrified of dying alone, bless her soul to pieces. And not in the normal way either. They don't have to be someone she knows, just someone has to be in the room when she dies. She's also afraid of living too long, but that's another story.

🔹 Isolde is terrified of getting kidnapped. She reads too many mysteries in her spare time. Poor kid can't even turn a corner alone without a knife in hand.

🔹 She's afraid of someday not being able to be around the people she cares about, if she ever is to find them. It's somewhat hard for her to find people she loves and cares about.

Years with the Circul: Four years, bless her soul. Joined when she was only seventeen, abiding by the rules like this little girl is supposed to.

Backstory:
Isolde grew up in a home that was extremely wealthy. But with this bit came a price. She's got a twin, a few minutes older than her, who is obviously the favorite of her parents. At a young age Isolde realized this, and that's when her lonely life really got started. Isolde took to the books and watched her older sister grow up in the limelight, a girl with a beautiful face and a beautiful voice.

When she was fifteen one of her few friends said she had a face far too pretty to be sitting around reading all day. Isolde shrugged it off until he, her friend, Myron, one day went away. That's all she'll tell you about it. He went away. No one really knows what that means except her.

Then Isolde ran off. Like a cliche little twat she joined the circus after seeing ads posted in her father's newspaper. This wasn't really what Myron was implying all those months ago when he told her she could go into show business, but that's what what she took it as.

Theme song: Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds- The Beatles

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there, I capitalized it for you.