Isabela Sharp

[Isabela Sharp]

_{i n t r o d u c i n g . . .}

Isabela Rosa Sharp ///

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Full Name~ Isabela Rosa Sharp
Gender~ Female
Age~ 42
Birthdate~ July 27th (Leo)
Location~ Phoenix, AZ
Faction~ Sharp Agency
Celebrity Claim~ Tori Amos
Play anyone else?~

Tiffany Baumer

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_{m i n d . . .}

what's in my head?

/// SPECIAL ABILITY




Cognitive Projection

Isabela has the ability to enter a trance-like state in which she projects her senses into another point in space and time. These vision trances can last several minutes, or over an hour, depending on when she chooses to put an end to it. Through concentration, she can return to her body, but she more commonly ends these visions by another means (see below).

When projecting from her body into another time and place, she leaves her physical body behind and is therefore not detectable by ordinary means. Someone with the ability of Mediumship (or the ability to sense the lingering spirits of the departed) will see her, but will also see that she is unmistakably different from the departed. More or less, she becomes a ghost out-of-body. There may be other methods used by paranormal researchers used to spot ghosts that may also catch glimpse of a disembodied Isabela.

When projecting, her 'disembodied' form mimics that of her true form at the time of the projection, reflecting all of the same clothing and items she may be carrying with her. Although they seem like objects or personal effects, they are merely a part of her psionic representation. Although she cannot physically interact with the world around her in a foreign time or place that she has projected to, some objects become mirror-usable in the real world. The only presently known example of this is the camera. When Isabela projects while holding a camera in the real world, she can take photographs of the foreign time and place she has projected to.

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/// ABILITY LIMITS



When disembodied, Isabela is out of touch with her physical form. Her senses are projected, and she becomes completely unaware and out of touch with the physical surroundings amidst her body. While her senses project into another time and place, her sense of touch remains, and if her physical form is attacked, she will feel pain. Her projection will mirror any wounds or changes to her person. Although this means she can make steps to return to her proper time and place, if someone means to kill her, they'd likely do so before she had the chance. In short, using her ability leaves her highly vulnerable to attack in the real world, so she has grown to rely on friends to keep a vigilant watch over her when she is in a state of projection.

While projected, Isabela is unable to interact with her foreign surroundings by physical means, leaving her unable to alter the circumstances in any way. All she is able to do is experience it through her other four senses, and possibly capture whatever she can of it on her camera. It should also be noted that when Isabela takes a photograph while projecting, the projection-trance ends and she returns to her own body with a shock. It's possible that in time, she may become able to remain in her trance while taking multiple photographs. The abrupt end to her visions is likely caused by a jolt that occurs as a result of using the camera in projected form.

The projection's camera is not real, but a manifestation of Isabela's psyche. When taking the photograph, her true form does the same, and she projects what she sees through her projection camera into the physical (real) camera she is holding in the real world. This is likely quite straining considering the connection that must be maintained in order to accomplish this, so it makes a likely suspect for the abrupt ending of her visions when she photographs.

When her body is abruptly startled out of a trance, she comes to with a sharp gasp (as if surfacing from water after having to hold her breath for a protracted period of time), and she suffers a short bout of dizziness and vertigo that lasts several minutes as she (psychically) regains her bearings.

Lastly, she still hasn't quite mastered the beginning controls of her ability. It's still relatively new to her, and she will at times enter a projection on accident or involuntarily, often leaving behind her camera.

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/// PERSONALITY


They say first impressions speak in volumes. For those meeting Isabela Sharp, first impressions are misleading. She often greets others as a seemingly flighty woman with ideas spawned from wild fantasy. Many take her as the ‘hippy who burned a few too many brain cells’, when in fact, the most serious drug she is guilty of is chocolate truffle cheesecake. Even still, she’s the type of person with such a bright light about her that she breathes life into most any room or gathering, often playful, or humming… even when in times of sadness, she seems to ‘cope’ with hard times by carrying on as if everything is right as rain. She is also extremely artistic and creative, and holds a great love for the aesthetic, and is quite skilled at expressing herself through writing, poetry, painting, drawing, or most any other creative venture one can think of in which her free spirit benefits her ability to express herself.

Isabela is very ‘at peace’ so to speak, with the world around her. She doesn’t hold grudges against people who do wrong to her or others, but will rather try to understand what pain misguides them, and help them if she can. She’s an incredibly giving and generous person when it comes to material possessions, or kindness in general, holding very little attachment to physical possessions of most any kind. That said, the claws can and will come out when her loved ones are threatened, and even though she avoids carrying anger or hatred for even the most bitter enemies, she isn’t afraid to fight to protect who and what she holds dear. She keeps the utmost regard to her strong belief in karma while choosing her actions, but sees law as man-made structure that is interchangeable to suit the whims of those in power. Thusly, she will not hesitate to break the law in order to do what she feels is just.

First impressions aside, Isabela is a Leo in the end, and Leos are known for being leaders. She’s a profoundly capable mediator, able to put herself into most anyone’s shoes, and her flexibility allows her to adapt comfortably to many changing situations, including matters of leadership or matters pertaining to her agency. She has a hugely open mind, and fully trusts those who have earned it, seldom falling pray to any bit of paranoia. She may come off as a pushover as well, but can be quite unyielding when the time calls for it. Unfortunately, she has qualities that often lead her astray as well, such as a short attention span, difficulty with indecision, or a tendency to be patronizing and come off as especially arrogant when dealing with those who confront her. Her creative eloquence and pride in herself as a person are often threatening to those who stand against her, making outward diplomacy somewhat of a challenge with those who cannot understand who she is, or where she is coming from. Those who have grown close to her, however, have learned that when dealing with Isabela, there is always a method to her madness.

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Likes~

• Chocolate Truffle Cheesecake
  
• Relaxing sounds and music
  
• Anything artistic
  
• Mexican Cuisine
  
• High-up places (finds them exciting)
  
• Animals in general, even the odd ones
  
• Occult & paranormal reading
  
• Beautiful nature shots
  

Dislikes~

• Big, dirty, noisy machinery
  
• Anything dull, uncreative, colorless
  
• Any kind of fish
  
• Unruly alcoholics
  
• Flies (truly disgusting creatures!)
  
• Uncomfortable clothes or shoes
  
• People (especially girls) with no self-esteem
  
• Bigots and intolerant or judgemental people
  

Strengths~

• Generous, personable, makes friends easily
  
• An excellent mediator
  
• Copes well with hardship in general
  
• Very creative; highly innovative
  
• Easily makes peace with hostile elements or bad experiences
  
• Very fit and energetic
  
• Flexible; adaptive
  
• Good at shifting perspective; helps her catch the bad guy
  

Weaknesses~

• Flighty and forgetful; absent-minded
  
• Always butts in when someone is 'doing it wrong'
  
• Sometimes comes off as condescending or 'motherly'
  
• Tendency to avoid holding grudges may be exploitable
  
• Is easily confused or misled
  
• Often bets her hand foolishly in the favor of good human nature
  
• Terrible with names, to the point that she sometimes offends
  
• Terrible with any mathematics that don't pertain to photography
  

Skills~

• Professional photographer
  
• Can operate a forklift and some other warehouse machinery
  
• Able to write music and play several instruments
  
• Capable artist, by pen, brush, or written word
  
• Some skills at caring for livestock or crops
  
• Possesses good legal knowledge from working with the authorities...
  
• ... along with a degree of forensic insights and intuition
  
• Passed a desert survival course
  

Hobbies~

• Writing various works, mainly criminal / forensic mystery
  
• Sketching, painting
  
• Does charity work for the shelter down the street
  
• Reading about the occult
  

Habits~

• Always 'dog-ears' the pages of books she's reading
  
• Falls asleep during movies indiscriminately
  
• 'Talks to animals' by mimicking their sounds
  

Flaws~

• Developed carpal tunnel while working at the factory
  
• Suffers migraine headaches that require medication
  
• Has a phobia of flies; won't eat *anything* they touch
  

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_{b o d y . . .}

caught in your sights . . .

Age~ 42
Celebrity Claim~ Tori Amos
Sexual Preference~ Bisexual
Ethnicity~ (Precise Ethnicity Unknown)
Hair~ Red
Eyes~ Green

/// APPEARANCE


Up close and personal, Isabela is a fairly tall woman at a 5' 10", but her thick-soled shoes often bump her up another inch. Her attentive green eyes present a person with alert senses and awareness of her surroundings. She’s typically taken for frail when underestimated by her slight, but elegant build. In actuality, she has been regularly active for most of her life; a farm-raised childhood and earlier jobs at the factory contributing to enough physical strength to defend herself from many assailants. Although her natural hair color is strawberry blonde, she keeps it dyed in shades of red, feeling that it connects her to the part of the world she’s in.

She favors a lot of earthy tones, or greens complimented by floral pinks and purples that inspired her estranged Uncle Bill to nickname her ‘his little desert cactus’. She has a lot of artsy and sometimes exotic clothing choices at times, but there are also times where her attire seems that of an ordinary professional woman. One can suppose that will depend on the occasion. She also likes to wear a lot of sandal-like shoes and jeans. Her nails are rarely long, much less varnished, as she favors the simple and practical, and her hair is often enough kept up in braids or ponytails, but can be done up nicely when the occasion calls.

With gentle eyes and a lot of grins and smiles, Isabela has a warm and friendly face that can be unforgettable for many. She tends to move with a kind of grade due to her height, but can be a little random and occasionally clumsy in her movements as well, not always paying perfect attention to what she’s doing at the time.

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_{s p i r i t . . .}

this is where i come from . . .

Faction~ Sharp Agency
Birthplace~ Atlanta, GA (Unknown to herself)
Mother~ Chelsea Lane (Adoptive)
Father~ Marty McLeod (Adoptive)
Siblings~ n/a (Unknown)
Spouse~ n/a
Children~ n/a
Other Family~ n/a

/// HISTORY



The further back into Isabela’s past one remembers, the more blurry and vague her memory becomes.

She doesn’t remember her biological parents. She remembers a scary place as a small child, one that she escaped from. She remembers that she hid on a big cargo truck, behind tall boxes, and that she was trapped inside for a period of time that felt like forever. She arrived at a big city, and found her way to a nearby crowded slum, where for several years, she was cared for by the kindness of others who were only slightly more fortunate than herself. She learned here early on that one didn’t have to have a lot to give a lot, and it taught her to be generous. For a couple of years, she unwittingly eluded social services, who had eventually come to find her after hearing about the little red-haired Izzy who couldn’t remember her parents, or where she had come from. Eventually, however, they caught up with her, and when they did, they asked her a long series of probing and uncomfortable questions before taking her away from what had become her home.

At the age of nine, she was sorted into a foster home in another city several hours away, and shared space with a number of other unfortunate kids who ranged variously in age and background. Although living conditions had improved, Izzy sorely missed her many friends in the big city, and knew better this time than to trust or get too attached to what she had now. Hearing about school from the other kids she lived with, she was prepared to enroll the next year, and begin to catch up to them on academic grounds, but before the summer’s end, the social workers returned. This time, they had found her a ‘family of her own’, and promised that she wouldn’t have to be taken away again. She was more cooperative with the social workers this time around, and was moved to a large and successful tobacco farm in North Carolina. Marty and the considerably younger Chelsea McLeod became her new parents, and they had every high hope that the girl would someday be something special. The spark in little Izzy’s eye ignited a passion in her foster father Marty, who paid a considerable amount of money to have her schooled effectively and comfortably in the privacy of their own home, and getting what he paid for, she was soon beyond par with her peers academically.

Chelsea, however, was closer in age to little Isabela than she was to Marty, and as Izzy entered teenage years, Chelsea insisted she attend public school, asserting that she was missing out on a social life she sorely needed at her age. Chelsea became almost more like a big sister than anything, and took a lot of interest in taking her with her on her indulgent shopping sprees. On the weekends, Chelsea would steal Izzy away to the huge mall in the state’s capital, Raleigh, NC. It was here in Isabela’s life that she began to realize what materialism was. For all her good intentions, Chelsea loved to spend Marty’s money more than anything, but as a teenage girl, she couldn’t help but savor in the chances to expand her personal wardrobe in ways that might not necessarily have met the approval of Marty. That isn’t to say that Marty didn’t spend on her as well. At fourteen, she got a pony. At sixteen, she got a brand new black Camaro. At seventeen, she learned that being vocal about her college prospects paid off, and with her parents’ help, she was soon accepted into a college in Phoenix, Arizona.

It seemed planned all too perfectly, in fact. Upon Isabela’s acceptance into the university, Marty sold his farm, complaining of dwindling success in the companies he worked with. The small family moved together to Phoenix, Arizona, where Marty bought out a small, failing factory, and immediately began to pour money into saving it. Meanwhile, Isabela attended college, but in the meantime, her father put her to work at the factory, and although there weren’t many girls working in her position, she certainly held her own. Throughout college itself, Isabela had little time for partying and playing. She was serious about her schooling, but also had to balance it with a job. Her father was rather insistent that if she didn’t work at the factory, she at least work somewhere. Needless to say, the pay at the factory was good, so she muscled her way through college while holding down her factory job until she became able to pursue a career in photography.

Fresh out of school, she began to seek out opportunities while putting a portfolio together with the help of some of her friends from college. Perhaps being overly optimistic, she moved out into her own apartment and tried to handle things herself, but it was a hard and trying few months until she was finally noticed. A local modeling agency took note of and admired her work, and made her a generous offer. This became the first of a long series of events that would chart her course through a long-lasting career in photography, and with generous financial support from her foster father, Marty, Isabela eventually founded her own agency in the downtown area. The agency, soon to be known as Sharp Agency, was marked by an expansive phoenix mural on the side of it’s wall left by the old building’s former owners, which overlooked the parking lot off to the side. It became a versatile hotspot for graphically-oriented business as well, as Isabela hired out some new blood from the college who had been trained with more modern techniques, as well as skills that would allow the agency to branch out.

Although things were looking up at this point, something pivotal would change the course of Isabela’s life. After a particularly long and tiring shoot with a prissy and difficult local would-be model, Isabela nodded off in her chair with her camera in-hand, and soon found herself in a vivid, life-like dream that placed her in the home of Marty and Chelsea, her foster parents. She immediately heard the sound of sobbing, and followed until she found her father’s room, but what she saw shook her to the bone. She witnessed Marty, cold and lifeless in his bed, and Chelsea grieving over him. What was next to come was even more disturbing as she watched another version of herself enter the room and stop, and her gut reaction was the only one she knew. She raised the camera in her hand and took a picture. When she soon awoke with a start, she realized she had been dreaming, and settled her nerves over tea, returning to life as usual.

Two days later, however, she got a call from her foster mother, Chelsea, who was in tears. She informed Isabela that she had just found Marty dead after coming home from the nail salon, and called her to come home quickly. When she arrived, Isabela was in shock as she found herself in a live version of her dream. The two women relied on each other for support as they endured the ceremony, and according to Marty’s wishes, he was cremated. What left Isabela shaken most of all was that she had seen the event in her dream, and she soon began to wonder if it was a dream at all. Within a week, she made a difficult decision, and closed down the agency, taking some time off for herself. It was through this two-year period that Chelsea and Isabela grew exceptionally close. This also marked the beginning of Isabela’s interest in occult reading, and she began to read about things such as trances, past life regressions, premonitions… but although she read about these ‘paranormal’ things, she took comfort in the fact that they weren’t happening to her. Gradually, with her interest in paranormal and occult reading becoming more and more apparent, Chelsea took notice, and Isabela told her, without revealing details, that she had experienced premonitions in the past. Chelsea seemed fairly open to the idea, if at a loss for how to advise Isabela.

She came to terms and made peace with Marty’s death sooner than Chelsea did. The widow packed her things and sold the house, unable to bear the memories, the emptiness there, and moved in temporarily with Isabela until eventually finding a place of her own nearby. Meanwhile, Isabela’s peace was once again shattered the day she had another premonition. This time, she had no camera, but she remembered the vision well; herself trailing a dangerous assailant who was chasing down a young local model whom Isabela could very nearly recognize. At the vision’s end, Isabela found the girl dead, and committed her face and that of her killer to memory as best she could. It was then that she also realized that when she had visions, others couldn’t see her in them.

Shocked and disoriented by the premonition, she phoned her foster mother, Chelsea, at just past 1:00 AM, and told her about the vision in great detail, and Chelsea insisted that they meet up and head immediately for the police station. The detectives weren’t so open-minded about Isabela’s supposed gift until Isabela overheard another officer talking to an artistic profiler by the name of Chesson West about her uncanny ability to replicate a person’s features from description alone, and within several minutes, the girl agreed at Chelsea’s pushy insistence to pencil the two people that Isabela had seen in her vision. The victim was first, and on Isabela’s description, Chesson produced a profile image that quickly changed the detectives’ minds about the validity of Isabela’s claims. The girl she drew matched that of a girl who had been missing for a week. At this point, the detectives were willing to investigate the second profile produced, that of the supposed killer.

When the girl had been found, she was already dead, partially decomposed, and mangled… but forensic evidence proved her identity, and that of her killer. Unfortunately, although they found evidence in the killer's home, he was nowhere to be found. Even still, with the case blown wide open thanks to Isabela and Chesson, she felt accomplished.

Riding the momentum of that sense of purpose and accomplishment, Isabela re-opened the Sharp Agency with a new calling, and many of her old associates happily returned to her side, along with the gifted teenage newcomer known as Chesson West. Several months and several visions later, Isabela and the Sharp Agency continue to carry on business as usual while responding to these visions in cooperation with authorities; both a photography and graphic imaging agency as well as a valuable unofficial resource to the police force.



/// ANYTHING ELSE?






_{c r e d e n t i a l s . . .}

what do you bring to the party ?

/// PLAYER INFORMATION

Name or Alias~ Moonflax
CBox Name~ Moonflax, Switchfire
Contact Info~

AllGearsAndTeeth (AIM)
Moonflax (YIM)
[e-mail] (MSN)
[e-mail] (Email)

Age~ 25
Years of RP Experience~ 15-18
How Did You Find Us?

My flight got delayed. I fell asleep. Something like that.

/// SAMPLE RP

Isabela had been up all night with her latest photographs, thumbing through the folders, the papers, the internet… she couldn’t connect the dots on this one, and had dozed off in her most comfortable chair will enjoying tea in vain to try to ward off the sleep. It had crept up on her and snatched her under.

She was dreaming. Wasn’t she?

What was this place? Steam filled the air at irregular intervals in a pipe-filled maze that caused screams to echo throughout. The louder they grew, the more she wondered if it wasn’t a dream, but a vision. She was so sleepy, she could hardly tell the difference. Her vision was blurry around the edges, and she felt disoriented as she made her way toward the sounds. She’d need her camera… as tough as it could sometimes be to stomach what she’d see, she needed to be prepared if she wanted to take anything back.

She had forgotten it, though… or had she? Looking down, it was in her hands, almost as if she willed it there. This had to be a vision. There had to be something she could do. She gained pace and began to make her way down a hallway that glowed with light at it’s end, where the turn broke. Jets of steam filled the air with empty threats of burns as she walked harmlessly through them. She was untouchable, undetectable.

It was then that she stopped, startled, as she heard her name. Again it came, “Iz!! Please…! Help…!”

Isabela stopped as she heard the last word end with a gurgle that sent chills through her body, and minding her safety, charged ahead to see, to snap whatever she could before it was too late. It was when she rounded the corner that she stopped, and her camera fell from her hands, trusting it to the strap that held around the back of her neck, but with a whizzing sound, the strap ran loose, and the camera shattered on the floor.

Wait, that wasn’t supposed to happen…

This was wrong. The rules were different this time, and she grew near a state of panic that she might miss what she needed to see, so much so that she quickly darted forward toward the figures ahead.

She stopped as she recognized the first body… destroyed. It was someone she new and worked with on a day-to-day basis. With a gasp, she looked to the next, then the next… all of them, her friends, her colleagues… she raised her eyes to a hooded figure with a fire axe, who slowly stood over his masterpiece, and to the woman at his side… snapping pictures of the corpses, and a whimper escaped her as she saw herself turn and snap at her with a bright flash.

With that, she straightened quickly in her chair with a gasp, throwing her hand over her eyes to blot out the bright light shining in them. Blinking, she realized she had fallen asleep… it had been a dream, but one that had her stomach in knots. It was dawn, and the sun began to peer through the blinds into her eyes.

That’s what had startled her awake.

With a resolving gulp to shove down her nerves, she quickly took a notepad and pencil, but hesitated to write anything down.

‘None of that was right…’ she thought to herself, ‘No… it had to be a dream.’

Just a dream.

Remembering that she needed to be somewhere in four hours as she glanced to the click, she sighed deeply and pushed herself out of her favorite chair and made her way to the next room, hoping for better dreams on her futon. Sleep, however… didn’t feel too certain.

Not at the moment.

Did you read the rules: What good are rules if nobody follows them?