Z o m-bee-k a t {{T e s t i n g}} [DNP]

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|♥| Echo The B e a u t i f u l Muse |♥|

There's a place for you to come and stay,when ever you can get away...This place is warm and sits inside my c h e s t...

"All I ever wanted...Was to see you smilin'...I know that I love you....Oh baby why don't you see?"

The soft words of the music flowed into the ears of the soundly sleeping girl. She always slept with her music on, playing softly. It blocked out the silence, the eerie, unwanted silence that she hated so. But the sounds of her music weren't the only sounds echoing throughout her mind within the early morning hours. The music was never the only thing within her mind. No. She had far too many things in her mind for that to just be it. The music was perhaps the softest thing she could hear. Everything else was louder than the music. She sunk further and further into the dreams that always haunted her. The dreams that never left her.

'With strong arms, he held her tightly against his warm chest. Her eyes were closed, peace upon her fragile expressions. The two were underneath a willow tree, far out in some meadow. There were no large buildings, there was no pollution filling the air, no noisy cars, nor bustling streets. Just...Silence. She could swear she heard every blade of grass move individually, every wisp of wind floating by. The beating of his heart resounded within her head as she laid there, simply listening to him breathe. There was a light smile upon her face as she laid there, within the arms of the one she loved. The sun was warm, and kissed her skin through the long vines of the willow tree that was hoovering over them almost in a protective fashion. She could feel his fingers tracing her cheek, his fingers were slightly rough, calloused from hard work, yet they held a unique tenderness within them. He was always gentle, he always handled her with care. His breathing was soft and slow, yet it reminded her that he was alive, that he was there, that he existed. It wasn't just some dream that she had conjured up in the middle of the night. Oh no. Finally, her eyes opened, one a glistening green, the other a pinkish-orange the resembled the most beautiful of sunsets. She tilted her head back a little just to look at his handsome face, that goofy smile upon his lips as he looked down at her. She reached one hand up, and tenderly laid it upon his cheek, rubbing her thumb back and fourth affectionately. His pale skin glistened in the sunlight, just as her own did. Nothing could take them away from that moment and they both knew it. The power of love was great, and it bound them together. She was sure this was a forever thing...

"I love you..." he whispered, and with that, her eyes closed, and her smile grew.

"Say it again..." she whispered, snuggling in closer to him, trying to get as close as possible. Her grip around him tightened. She didn't want to let go. She never wanted to let go of him. Oh what she would have done to stay within that moment forever. Butterflies rattled restlessly within her stomach, and her heart was racing a million beats a second. Her thoughts were still. Her worries were gone. She was happy.

He chuckled. "I love you..." he said again, his voice caring, his voice sweeter than any other voice that had graced her ears.

They stayed there until night fell upon the horizon, stars lighting up the sky in place of the ever burning sun. They walked, and he left her at home. It was a beautiful, luxurious home for that time. The best in the land. She was after all, the daughter of the richest man in the region. Her father was thought of to be of near king stature. A tender kiss, a hug, and a good night, and that perfect day ended. She retreated into the warmth and comfort of her home with a smile on her face, a twirl in her step, and love in her heart. She hugged and kissed her father, and greeted all her siblings. Her mother, had died years ago, and though they all greatly missed her, they were happy that her pain and suffering had ended. Portraits littered the walls as she went up to her room. There were stuffed animals, trinkets, and all kinds of beautiful stones and shells about the room. Her family was rich for one reason. They held the key to the rarest stone collection in the land at that time. The stones were beautiful, and worth multiple fortunes put together. They were enough to start a war. Valuable, and beautiful they kept the stones a secret. One always hung upon her neck, though many just thought it to be a simple rock. She changed, and soon she blew out her last candle and she went to sleep. Happy underneath the covers, she slipped into her dreams. She slept for what seemed like an eternity, but she was awoken by the screams of her younger sisters. Then yells from her older brother. She shot up in bed, only to have someone jerk her out of her bed. She could not see their face in the darkness. She kicked and tried to break free but she just couldn't. She clutched her favorite stuffed animal to her heart. Little did she know it was the key to everything.

They were all taken to the living room and as she was pulled in she looked in horror at her family. Bound together, and gagged. With light in the room she noticed three boys that she knew. They were his friends. But...Why?!

"Where's the key to the stones!" the person holding her called. Her eyes widened at that voice. It was a voice she could never mistake. She turned her head and her eyes met with the eyes that belonged to her heart. She was turned, and then he tenderly touched her cheek. "Darling. Please just tell me where they are... We could start a war with our rivals. And we could defeat them. Think of the territory we would gain! Think of the riches. Please... You could be my queen." he said, his voice had returned to that ever intoxicating tone. Tears pricked her eyes at what she was hearing. She was shaking within his arms. She looked up to him.

"Remove the gag from my father, this instant." she said softly, what little command she had in her voice crumbling before him. With a gesture of his hand, they did as she had asked, and her father roared loudly. "How dare you come into my home demanding this! You heathens! You shall be condemned to death! Leave now and never come back and you shall be spared, but stay and you will be killed." he hissed, his voice strong and threatening. She was shaken gently by her beloved, and her attention turned to him. His eyes were begging her. "Darling. Think of the life we could have. I love you..." he spoke softly. She cringed at those words and looked again at her father. She was searching for an answer...

"Dearest think of the lives that would be lost! The innocents that would be murdered if this war was brought upon the land. War is not the right route. This is not a plea of love. It is a plea of greed. It is not the right thing to do." her father spoke, his tone serious yet caring. She returned her gaze to her beloved. He spoke again. "Does your heart lay within my hands, or your father's?" he asked, releasing her slightly. The others by that time had completely ransacked the house. They could not find the key. She knew where it was. She looked down, and her tears fell. "I'm sorry..." she whispered softly. And then, she was brought down with a harsh smack against the face. She fell to the ground and stayed there. "Then your family shall be killed off one by one, until you tell me..." he hissed. One of her sister's were taken and as they untied her, the second sister got free, and that's when things got crazy. As the men dealt with the unnaturally powerful little girls, she untied her brother and father. And they started to fight. She, stayed helpless on the floor. Her father held her beloved against a near by wall, by the throat. "Daddy--Wa--" she was cut off as a knife was easily slid across her father's throat. She screamed then, and in horror she knew what she had to do. She ran, leaving the house in the black of night. The stuffed animal lay on the floor of the house, a hole tore in it's stomach. The key had been in the animal, and was now clutched within her hands as she ran for her life, for what was right.

After her family members were slaughtered, her beloved realized that she had the key and the chase began. Day light was starting to fill the sky again, and it didn't take them long to catch up to the girl as they had horses. She could not hide. She was the only girl with green and orange hair, and differently colored eyes. And so, she threw the key into an abyss that would never be thought upon. She was found a ways away from that abyss, and was thrown against a tree, the very knife that had taken her father's life pressed against her throat. "Tell me where it is!" he growled, pressing it hard enough to draw blood. She was still crying. Her eyes shut, and she uttered the last words of her mortal life. "I...I cannot tell such a secret to a man who has evil in his heart." she said softly... A growl later, and her jugular was slit open...'

Oceanic blue eyes shot open, and she sat up quickly, a gasp escaping her lips as she sat up. Her hand was already clutching her throat as she sat there, breathing heavily, cold sweat trickling down her brow. She seemed to calm down rather quickly, realizing that it was only a nightmare. A horrid, horrid nightmare. She gently released her throat, and her hand instead grabbed onto the silver chain upon her neck. Her slender fingers traced the chain downwards to the beautiful stone that hung upon it. Her eyes closed as she rubbed the smooth surface of the stone. A single tear fell from her closed eyes but was quickly wiped away like a simple irritation. Her muscles relaxed and she took in a very deep breath, steadying her racing heart beat. It was a dream that she tended to relive every night, one that always awoke her in a fear, in a heart broken sorrow. Mornings were not something that Echo enjoyed, not in the least due to those dreams. She could always feel her heart hurt, feeling as if his strong fist were clenching it until it exploded. She placed her hand to her chest, as if she were to have a heart attack, and then her eyes opened. She could still hear the screams of her family. She cringed at the memories of her past that no one else knew of. Memories she could never, ever share with anyone other than herself. Memories that would haunt her for the rest of her eternal life. No matter how many decades she lived through, or how many times she changed her location, her hair, her eye color... Those memories would stick with her until the end of time. With her body and mind calmed, she looked to the nearest clock. It was nine. It was around the time she usually woke up.

She turned her body, and slowly slid out of bed, her feet sliding off of the bed first. She sat there for a moment before her feet touched the floor, and she straightened out. Her small, thin body stretched out wearily, covered only in a pair of shorts and a tank top that hugged her body tightly. Her beautiful turquoise hair lay past her shoulders messily. She pulled the ear buds from her ears and turned off her iPod after first finding it within the mess of comforter and sheets that was her bed. After wrapping the headphones around the iPod she wandered to the curtain and then she pulled it open. She was greeted by a sudden burst of sunlight that made her cringe for only a moment, but then her beautiful eyes adjusted. She smiled faintly as she looked out to the city below. Such a beautiful morning. She took in a breath, and then wandered about her room, moving to her walk in closet to get some clothes so she could shower. Breakfast would be ready soon, as Naimah usually was up before her and tended to make some, or at least leave her something to eat. She smiled faintly at the thought. Food. Yum. She walked in and didn't take long to pick something. She grabbed a pair of light jeans, with frayed ends and a hole in the left knee. She also grabbed a yellow tank top, with white stripes, and then a pink tank top that wasn't cut as low. She also grabbed a soft pink belt with blue and yellow polk-a-dots on it, and some cute slip on shoes with small colorful doodles all over them. She then started off for the bathroom, only to pause at the body sized mirror. She stared at herself, not in pride, nor in any egotistical manner. But instead, she examined what she could change. Perhaps she should get some bright highlights, or dye her hair all over again. It had after all been every color of the spectrum at one point or another...

She did this for a few moments, and then she felt something slowly curling around her ankle. She didn't need to look down, as she knew it was her companion Luce, the snake. He curled around her body, moving his way up until he was wrapped around her upper stomach, his head able to rest upon her shoulder as he looked in the mirror with her. "Echo my dearesssst. Niamah leffft you thissss note. Sssshe leffft pretty early thissss morning." he hissed softly, as she flicked his tail up towards her, the note held within the tight coils. She plucked it from this tail graciously and then unfolded it to read it. Her eyes drifted across the words.

"Echo,

Went to work early. Couldn't stand the silence. I probably won't be home at all today. I'm kinda feeling restless. So don't worry about me ok? I'll likely be home kinda late, so don't wait up for me. Nano should be around to pick up What The Bleep Do We Know sometime after five. At least, that's what he said. You should, you know, hang out with him. After all, the guy utterly adores you! (Haha. Just kidding.) But ya. Seriously Echo. Have a good day ok? Don't worry about me - I'm just in one of those moods. No big deal really. Have fun with your surfer boy, and smile a lot. For me, ok?

-Niamah."

She smiled faintly at the words, but she rolled her eyes at the Nano part. Niamah didn't seem to understand the complications of a relationship. Nano was a very nice guy, cool, funny, sweet, and there was just something about his smile that got to her... But he would only be a friend. He had been for the last five years. And she hadn't felt her heart beat like it did around him for any one else...But of course she would never, ever admit that. She wouldn't even admit it to herself. She was in complete denial over how much she liked him, and how much he liked her. He could sing her a love song, with her name in it, and she would some how convince herself that he was only being nice and substituting her name for some other girl's. Too stubborn to realize it, she could never see how close they actually were. She thought it was silly how everyone thought they were so cute together. They weren't a couple, and they never could be. Echo and Niamah had one year left in San Fransico and they would have to leave. Again. They would have to abandon all of the people they had grown close to over the last ten years. They would leave their home, their lives there, and they would do it all over again. Nano was a boy, she could never have. He was a boy she would never deserve. She couldn't allow herself to grow close to the boy, despite the fact that he had broken down many of the barriers she had put up. She couldn't get into anything serious. He would only be a friend, no matter what happened. She would have to leave him in a year. And then he would forget about them. And he would move on with his life. And while Echo would never forget him, she too would move on. There would be other boys who liked her. Other people who managed to get close. But none, could stay within her or Niamah's life...

Her heart ached again at that thought, and so, she turned away and started heading for the shower. Luce slithered down her body and landed gently on the floor before she reached the bathroom door. She opened it, and then closed it again, before stripping down and entering the shower. Now she, unlike her best friend had the sense to let the water run for a second before actually getting in. She stepped into the warm water, feeling as her skin came alive with the heat of the water. She stayed within the shower for a pretty long time. Long enough to fill the room with steam and the scent of blackberry-ember body wash. She was out, dried off and dressed within half an hour after that. She had spent a little longer on her hair, on her make up that day... Perhaps it was just because Nano was coming over. She smiled faintly at the thought of him. She found herself doing that more and more often at the thought of Nano. But again, she would simply brush it off. She finished and headed to the kitchen, figuring that if Niamah had left so early, she probably hadn't made breakfast. Echo could smell oranges and figured that had been Niamah's breakfast. And so she made her own breakfast, consisting of a nice bowl of fruit salad she had made the night before, and some orange juice. She ate quietly, joined by both Luce and Jack. She shared her breakfast, giving Jack some bits of Cantelope and Grapes while Luce especially liked the Strawberries and Honeydew Melon. She smiled silently as she ate with her friends. Though, it was eerily silent. She missed the sounds of Niamah singing softly, or humming at least. She was so used to the those sounds that when silence surrounded her, she began to miss her dear friend.

Niamah. Echo's one, true friend. The only one Echo trusted with her life, with her secrets. Echo was the only one who knew everything about both of them... And she had to keep it that way. She had promised God, she would not tell Niamah of her past... Forever bound to that promise. Echo cringed at that thought. She hated not being able to tell Niamah of the man she loved... Or of her past. It broke her heart to know that all of Niamah's questions could not be answered. Not by her at least. The guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders every day. Every time she seen Niamah staring off into space, thinking, trying to remember, Echo felt horrid. She had even kept the journal that she had wrote the happenings of that night with Niamah and Razeal down in. It was safely hidden, never to be seen by Niamah. She hated having to deny her one true friend her memory, her past, her love... But it had to be done. For Niamah's safety especially. And so, she continued on throughout that eternal life with the biggest burden upon her fragile little shoulders.

With her food diminished, she looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven now, and she had plenty of time before Nano came over. She found that in Naimah's mentioning of the silence bothering her, that she too had become bothered by it. The silence only gave her time to think about all the awful things that haunted her, of all the hurt she would soon have to go through once more. And so she would simply escape it, and leave, as she did with everything. Standing up, she put her bowl into the sink before grabbing her white hoodie and skateboard before heading outside. Jack was perched upon her left shoulder, while Luce was curled around her lower torso, only his head showing as it was protruding from her hoodie which was zipped up half-way. She was out and on the streets within seconds, and with her board down and her right foot planted on it, she used her left to launch her into motion. She moved forward and with a few more pushes, she was cruising down the sidewalk at quite the decent speed. She had no idea where she was heading, but she often did that. She liked the thrill of not knowing exactly where she would end up. In living for decades the thrill of life is easily lost, and so Echo kept that trill alive with all she could.

She swerved deftly between the many people walking in the opposite direction, with little concern for the looks she was getting. She had become accoustomed to it. People had stared at her for her entire existance, even when she was a human her natural beauty and oddities made people stare. She didn't even notice it anymore. She simply stared forward to make sure she didn't run into anyone. She took a sharp turn, heading down a less busy street. She was heading towards the quieter part of the city, in order to get just the right amount of peace. Just as Echo hated silence, she hated noise and bustling people. After several minutes, she came to a halt, her eyes having fallen upon a small park. There were a few children there, but it was relatively unoccupied otherwise. Picking up her skateboard, she headed into the park, sitting down upon the swingset. She set her skateboard off to the side, and pushed herself, pumping her feet to keep herself going. She leaned her body back, her eyes falling to the beautiful sky. She stared at the heavens above her, almost longingly. She missed it. She missed heaven. She missed the other muses, and the angels all around her. She missed the warmth and she missed the soft clouds. The peace of that place had instilled within her, and in her leaving, that peace had disappeared only to be filled with a constant urge; a longing to go back. But she could never go back. She had abandoned heaven for her one true friend, condemning herself to live eternally upon the Earth.

Heaven had provided Echo with an escape. Heaven had taken away a lot of her pain, the torment that had engulfed when she was murdered by the very one she had devoted her whole heart to. The man she loved had murdered her for power. She had used her last moments of life to conserve the peace, the balance of Earth, only to leave it unwillingly. She had loved living on Earth when she was human. She loved her father, her sisters, and her brother. She loved her life and where she lived. It was beautiful, having lived before all the corruption and massive buildings destroyed the world's beauty. She had adored being the only girl with odd colored hair. And in leaving Earth, she had thought she would never return. When she reached Heaven, she was given a new life. The life of a muse. One of the most beautiful muses of them all. She'd spent years in the clouds, living the best life she could have lived. She had friends there that could never be replaced, friends she would never see again. She had given up the very grace of God himself to be with Naimah, and yet; while she missed it, she did not regret her decision. She knew that what she had done in the end was the right thing. She could have never lived with herself if she were to let Naimah return to Earth alone. She knew deep in her heart that spending her eternal life on Earth was what she was meant to do. It was her purpose. It was her everything.

Her eyes shut, as she came to that conclusion. She drifted away into her thoughts.

'She ran to him, her eyes brimming with tears as she approached him in a sorrowful frenzy. She threw herself down to her knees, something that she rarely did. With her head bowed low, she sobbed softly, struggling to gain her composure. Her body was shaking. She could feel his all seeing eyes upon her, knowing that no matter where she ran, no matter what she did, those eyes would always be upon her. There was no escaping those eyes, no getting away from them. She could not hide anything from him.

"I beg of you, my lord. Allow me to go down to Earth with Naimah."

Her voice cracked under the pressure of the sorrow weighing on her heart. She was giving up everything. She was giving up the heaven she had learned to call home. She was losing her friends, her loved ones, her eternal salvation to go down to Earth with the one she loved the most. Shew knew that it was the right thing to do in her heart.

"I could not live with myself otherwise. Naimah is frail. She cannot live on Earth by herself, she will surely die. What she did was wrong. But keep in mind that I knew of it and allowed it. Allow me to suffer in her punishment, I implore you."

Her words though shakey, were firm and sincere. She would not allow for her to be sent down to Earth alone. Naimah needed her, and Echo needed Naimah just as much. She sniffled, attemping to compose herself in front of him. The muse was pouring herself out to her God. She was begging him with every fiber of her soul. Her eyes finally rose to him, peering from beneath strands of her beautifully multicolored hair. His facial expression was softened, and his eyes stared at her as if peering into the very depths of her soul. His lips parted.

"Echo, you have graced the Heavens with your presence for decades. Your presence has made this place better. Without you, Naimah would not have been as strong. I can sense this is what you really want, and so I will grant you this. There is one conditon."

His pause caused her to shudder. She could feel shivers shimmying beneath her skin. She knew it couldn't be good. She gave him a slight nod.

"I shall follow whatever word is your's, my lord."

She spoke softly, knowing that in obeying him she would be granted what she wanted. But in doing so, she also knew that she would not be able to break her word. A promise to God is binding. Echo would not be able to break it, no matter how badly she would want to. It was impossible.

"Naimah is not to be informed of Razeal. She is to know nothing of him. She is to know nothing of what she once was, or of who she really is. She is to know nothing of this place, or of what happened. She is to know nothing of your origin, of her past, of none of this. She is to live eternally, without knowledge."

Echo listened to his words, and with every proceeding one that fell into place, her heart sunk further. She was bound to do exactly what he had told her. Her eyes diverted to the ground, as more tears fall. She stifled her sobs, and gave a nod. She would do as God had wished her to do. And in those moments, everything around her faded. It would be the last time she was to see Heaven. She was sent down to Earth with Naimah by her side. She clutched onto the book holding everything about Naimah within it. Her eyes stayed low. Naimah could know nothing. The pain that struck Echo in those moments was indescribable. She had ruined Naimah's life. She had sealed her friend to a fate of answerless questions. Her eyes closed.

"What have I done?"'

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The s t a r s are out tonight my dear, have you ever seen them so c l e a r?
If I c o u l d, I would take you up...To take one d o w n...

[z o m-bee-k a t]

_____[Izzy Kilo Watts]________________________________________
"Don't you ever feel like you've been destined for something bigger than your skin?"


[DNA Test Results]

Determined Age: Programmed to be Eighteen.
Subject Gender: Female
Subject Race: Android
Known Racial Features:
Izzy has many distinct features about her that separates her body from the average human body. She looks like a human, yes, and she can feel things like a human, but her body is built differently. From things as simple to her skin, to things as complex as her brain, she is different. She is not made of organic matter, as humans are, and everything about her body is synthetic. Her skin is made of a thin, rubber-esque material that mimics human skin. It is however much more protective. While it is smooth, and soft, feeling like human skin, it is very different. Her skin is super sensitive and so she can detect even the slightest of temperature fluctuations. Her skin is also much harder to rip or tear. It has a component that makes it a lot harder to damage with blunt, or sharp objects. It is extremely sensitive to hot and cold temperatures, but that will be explained later. Her eyes, though they look real, are in fact black glass, hence the lack of color within them. She can see just fine through them, and much better than a human with perfect vision. Her hair is actual human hair, but it has been changed to be stronger, and softer which also caused the change in color. Internally, she is very complex. She has a series of metal rods and cords that mimic the human skeletal system, allowing her to move and such like a human. She can bend and twist her body into ways that a normal human body would not allow, due to the fact that she does not have bones, and the metal rods within her are indeed rather flexible. She has no muscles, and so she can lift massive amounts of weight. She also has a series of mechanical organs, to help regulate her system. She can eat food when she feels hungry but it does nothing for her body other than satisfy that hunger. She has a heart, and it does beat, though it doesn't pump blood. It actually pumps a silver liquid through a series of tubes through out her body, and that liquid allows her to feel and such, so in a way it acts like blood. The fluid also makes sure everything within her body is clean, and working properly, and like a human, if she looses too much she shuts down. She even has a mechanical brain. It regulates everything, as the human brain does. It is, far superior and much like a computer. She can remember everything she experiences, everything she feels. Her memory does not fade. She learns very quickly, and very easily. It generates emotions, and regulates feelings such as pain, or hunger. Generally when she is injured she can fix herself, and if she can't, her brother usually can. She doesn't need hospitals. She doesn't need to plug in at night or anything either. The silver liquid within her body recharges itself with movement and as it courses through her body it is always renewing herself. Though she does follow through with the process of sleep, which serves as a time where she can delete unimportant information, store what she needs to, and organize data. So it's like a disk defragmentation. She can also be programmed to do, and feel certain things. Many argue she is a simple robot, a computer incapable of feeling. But those who know her, disagree greatly.

[Psych Test Results]

Overall Personality Summary:
Izzy is a sweet girl, said to have a heart of gold. She always seems to have a slight smile upon her face, and she's always trying to brighten the days of those around her. Though, throughout her entire lifetime Izzy has seen nothing but a constant torment, either due to the experiments, or due to those around her making fun of her, judging her for being an Android. She has grown accustomed to most of those around her treating her as an Android, rather than a person as they seem to have difficulty understanding the fact that she does feel, she does have emotions and she takes things very seriously. Because of the endless torment she's been put through, she's become very dependant on those who do treat her with kindness. Her brother, is subjected to this most of all. Being the only "family" member that she has left, she clings to him constantly. She loves her brother dearly and often hides behind him or goes to him when scared, or troubled. It doesn't make much to make this girl feel sad, or to cry. She's delicate and she takes things to heart. But no matter how much she's been picked on she always seems to find something good in everyone around her. She isn't the type of person to say anything bad about anyone. She can almost always find something good about that person, even if she has to dig extra deep. Izzy is a girl who is absolutely adorable, and extremely lovable. This is apparent when she first meets someone. She has impeccable manners and she never seems to falter. She's talented in making people smile and laugh, and she loves to do so. Though, the girl does have her emotional struggles.

She is constantly torn between her brother, and Antonio, the man who made her. While her loyalty to her brother is real and her loyalty to Antonio is simply programmed within her, she struggles with this greatly. She often finds herself sticking up for the man when people say badly about him, but after her temporary outburst she always covers her mouth and sits down in shame. She cannot control these impulses as they are programmed into her and she simply can't remove them. She understands the things that Antonio did were wrong but there's still a part of her that believes he was only trying to good, and that part is programmed into her. She can't change it, no matter how badly she wants to. She also struggles with her fears. She's been exposed to so many horrid thing that it would be considered natural for her to have so many fears. She tries her hardest to overcome them, and to be a stronger person but that takes time. Constantly downing on herself for having so many fears, she finds herself always questioning herself and what she does. Though, she is a very ambitious girl and she has a determination that cannot be matched. She rarely lets anything hold her back from her goals or her dreams. She doesn't let people tell her what to do, or what to believe in. She tries her hardest to stand up for what she believes in, though if yelling and screaming is brought into the debate she often collapses and covers her ears. She hates knowing that people are angry or upset because of her. The sound of crying, screaming, or yelling usually breaks her down emotionally. She can't stand it for one reason or another, and it always succeeds in emotionally tormenting her. People have done this in the past simply to laugh at how easily she can be upset.

For an Android, someone often assumed not to be able to feel anything, she feels a lot. She is very emotional. She simply cannot help what she feels, but she certainly does try. She becomes attached to people easily and when she does it is very hard for her to let go. When she loves someone, she loves them so dearly, she loves them with all of herself. She devotes the best of herself to her loved ones and she rarely thinks of herself. She is always busy worrying about her friends, about making sure that she doesn't fail them, about how happy they are. She never thinks of herself and she is probably one of the kindest, sweetest, most selfless girls you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. And while she does seem weak, there is a fire within her, a life within her that shows all the time. She holds much much more strength then she openly displays, and this shows in several situations. When her loved ones are in danger, all fears are forgotten and she does all and everything that she can do to keep them safe. She loves her few friends and her brother more than anyone could love anything else, and so when they are put into a position where she may lose them, she does everything in her power to save them. What she doesn't seem to realize, is that she has a lot more power than she, or really anyone else knows. All this girl needs, is a bit of love, some confidence, and encouragement.

Subject Favors:
|♥|Reading && Writing
|♥|Dancing && Singing
|♥|Painting && Drawing
|♥|Piano && Violin
|♥|Animals && Children
|♥|Fruits && Sweets
|♥|Poetry && Literature
|♥|Rain && Thunderstorms
|♥|Meadows && Forests
|♥|Star Gazing && Watching the Clouds
|♥|Sunrises && Sunsets
|♥|Fuzzy Blankets && Plush Pillows
|♥|Traveling && Exploring
|♥|Playing Games && Having Fun
|♥|Making New Friends && Being With Her Brother

Adverse Reaction To:
|●|Extreme Heat && Extreme Cold
|●|Screaming && Yelling
|●|Greed && Filth
|●|Seeing Animals/Children in Pain && Dead Things
|●|Discrimination && Unnecessary Violence
|●|Alcoholics && Drug Abusers
|●|Authority Figures && Disrespect
|●|Fire && Explosions
|●|Murderers && Rapists
|●|Snobby People && Egotistical Jerks
|●|Being Judged && Being Outcast
|●|Seeing Loved Ones Hurt && Disappointing Loved Ones
|●|Being Made Fun Of && Criticism
|●|Guns && Large Weapons
|●|Being Locked Up && Small Places

Subject's Known Phobias:
|♦|Being Alone && The Dark
|♦|Losing Loved Ones && Disappointing Her Brother
|♦|High Up Places && Deep Water
|♦|Enclosed Spaces && Tight Spaces
|♦|Doctors && Being Experimented On
|♦|Guns && Large Weapons
|♦|Being Judged && Being Outcast
|♦|Being Hated && Being Rejected
|♦|Losing Her Brother && Failing Her Brother
|♦|And above all else, falling in l o v e.

Subject's History Records:
Izzy was created about a year ago, built by Antonio himself. She was programmed to act, look, and behave like an eighteen year old. Her very first memory consists of laying upon a cold, metal table. She sat up, her beautiful glass eyes opening to the sight of Antonio. He explained to her, what was going on. He told her who she was, and that was when he said her name. Izzy Kilo Watts. She was not the first android created by Antonio's dirtied hands, and so she met the others. He referred to them as her siblings, and she instantly became connected with them all, though one stood out more to her than the others. His name was [insert android brother's name here], and he was the kindest to her. Out of all the other androids he acted the most brotherly to her. The two were rather quickly connected and soon the shy, quiet Izzy was always with him. She was often with Antonio, helping him with his experiments by getting him the supplies he needed or carrying out simple tasks. She was often the one he went to, to fix his machinery when things went down and he was too busy to repair them himself. With an infinite knowledge of mechanics, she was very useful to him. However, her emotional instabilities became clear rather quickly. Whenever Antonio's experiments resulted in screaming, or yelling, she broke down. She always cried, and she couldn't stop until the screaming stopped. She hated seeing other people in pain and often felt bad for them. Though, when she tried to comfort one of the experiments she was punished. She was yelled at for the first time, and that, produced and even worse reaction. It didn't take much to break this poor android down. Antonio explained that she could not interfere with his experiments and that he was actually doing no harm to her. And even though she disagreed, she kept her mouth shut. His yelling, terrified her. She could not disobey Antonio. Her loyalty was programmed into her from the first day. And no matter what he did, there was always a bit of Izzy that felt like he was her father. And so, she could do no wrong.

But as her natural connection with her brother grew, she could feel her programmed connection with Antonio fade. She was starting to feel more and more emotions every day, and she was becoming more human like in everything she did. She was starting to show that she wasn't just a computer, and she was more humane than most of the humans. She was showing that she wasn't just an empty shell... She had grown a lot since she was first developed. The first time she acted out against Antonio was when she rescued a small monkey from a cage. It was just a baby, and it had been crying for hours in pain. Antonio didn't notice as he had many monkeys. Izzy nursed it to health, and showered it with love. And soon the two were inseparable, the monkey trained to hide whenever Antonio was around. She was beginning to see all the wrong in Antonio's experiments. And she knew how much her brother disliked Antonio and was against what he was doing. It wasn't long until mysterious men came, and tried to take her brother away. He wouldn't go, not without her. And so he took her wrist and proceeded to drag Izzy out of there. Her programmed loyalty to Antonio made her hesitant, reluctant to leave. But her brother's pleading broke her heart and she left. She wanted to save the others, but she couldn't save them. There wasn't any time. And so, as she departed, she could hear their screams. And that, was enough to knock Izzy out. She was carried out to safety by her brother, and that brings them today.

[Physical Test Results]

Subject's Weapon Choice:
Izzy is not really a violent person in any sense, especially not a person who would openly collect or carry around weapons. But she does understands the dangers of the world and so she does carry around a few weapons, though she would much rather prefer not to have any at all. Don't let this fool you. The weapons that she does carry, she is very skilled with. She can easily be deadly.

The first that she carries are a series of small needles, some even syringes. Each needle is tipped, dipped or fused with some sort of poison. She has some that can create a paralyzing effect, and others that can cause a slow and painful death. She does not obtain the poison, and instead she makes them. With a vast knowledge of herbs and poisons, she can make something to heal a wound, or something that will eat you from the inside out. These are used most often to simply subdue enemies, but have been used to kill in the past.

She also carries two daggers. [One] [Two] These daggers are made with a special metal. They will not shatter nor break like a normal dagger and they are very strong. With precise aim, she can hit anything from yards away. And with her physical abilities, she can become very deadly with these two small daggers. They are always hidden on her person, though they are only used when she feels absolutely necessary.

Subject's Unique Abilities:
|I Can S h o c k You into Submission!|
Izzy is able to create, conduct, and absorb electricity. She then can use this electricity to do several things. Firstly to shock things. She can use this to shock people which of course can cause major damage. The amount of voltage that she uses is also under her control. She can do anything from a simple static shock to wake someone up, or enough to basically fry the person inside out. She can also use this to fix power outages, or to aid in fixing machinery. She can also use the electricity to create balls of energy. These can be used for various things. Either of course, to damage opponents, but for some odd reason she can control these little balls of energy. They can be used for simple tasks such as picking something up and bringing it to her, or putting something away. She has to be careful though because if she absorbs too much, she can damage herself.

|Human L i m i t a t i o n s Don't Affect Me!|
Because Izzy is an Android, she is not restricted by many of the human limitations. She does not easily fatigue, and so she can easily run, fight, or simply function for many, many more hours than a human body would allow. She also does not need to eat. She gets hungry, yes, but she does not need nutrition to survive. She can go days without eating and it won't affect her much, other than make her stomach grumble every now and then. She doesn't get as physically tired as a human does. She can physically exert herself much more than an average human can and not be tired or at least heavily affected by this. She can run for hours and not be tired. It makes her quite the danger when battling someone who is restrained by those limitations.

|Enhanced S e n s e s|
Because she doesn't necessarily suffer from the imperfections that humans go through, her senses are very highly developed. She can hear things at very high and low frequencies and she can hear the faintest of noises. She has a superb sense of smell and can easily pick up the scents of most anything, people included. Her sight is very sharp, and she can see much father than the average human could. She can zoom in and out as she pleases, allowing her to see farther distances without things such as binoculars. Her sense of touch is also very highly developed. She can easily detect temperature fluctuations, changes in wind current, and she can tell when someone is near her, even if she doesn't see them. She's very good at detecting body heat, and that makes it pretty easy for her to identify those that she is familiar with. She can also change her vision so she can see in the dark.

|I Can Fix M y s e l f!|
Izzy is unique in the sense that when she is injured she generally doesn't need the assistance of other's to heal. She is, in fact a machine in all technical terms, and she is a self-repairing one at that. She knows everything about her body and how it functions, making her the best mechanic for herself. If she needs a tune up, she does it. If there's a hole ripped into her wiring, she fixes it. There are few injuries that she can sustain and live through, that she can't fix. And if she isn't able to fix it, her brother can. That completely diminishes the need for any kind of hospitals, or medical attention.

Subject's Known Weaknesses:
|Caution: Keep A w a y From Excessive Heat and Cold|
Because of Izzy's sensitive skin, she must avoid extreme heat and cold. When exposed to prolong heat, her skin can actually begin to melt. The metal within her body can also grow hot, causing the silver liquid within her body to boil and eventually evaporate. That of course, can create a devastating affect to the android, and so she does her best to avoid these high temperatures. She's fine around fire, and such, but if put into an extremely hot room with no escape, she can be harmed. She also has to avoid extremely cold situations. Due to the fact that her skin is like rubber, when she gets too cold, her skin seems to harden. That makes it hard for her to move. It also makes it harder for her body to function properly, and as efficiently as it would in normal, room temperature. It takes more effort for her to complete even the simplest of tasks and that can become exhausting for the android.

|Super S e n s e t i v i t y|
Due to her enhanced senses, Izzy is very sensitive to the things around her. High pitched noises, nor noises at low frequencies really screw her up internally. It messes with her brain and can throw things off, deafen her for a certain period of time, and even cause her to lose data. Her sense of smell can be rather dangerous to her as well. If she inhales certain things, she can of course be easily overpowered. It can take a lot to overpower the human sense of smell but for Izzy it's kind of easy. Even things such as super spicy food can make her eyes water, and her vision blur. And because of her heightened sense of touch, pain comes much easier for her. Where a paper cut seems devastating to a human, the pain would be much, much worse for Izzy. It can make it rather easy to bring her down with pain, if you know what to do.

|E m o t i o n s Are Dangerous!|
As stated before, Izzy is a very emotional girl. Emotions affect her very greatly. If someone were to find and then pick at the correct emotions at the right time, that could have a rather devastating affect to Izzy. She doesn't handle criticism well, nor does she enjoy being picked on. And so if someone hits the perfect note to scold her on, or make fun of her, she can easily be brought into an emotional breakdown. And that state she's pretty much useless and vulnerable.

|L o v e d Ones are her Kryptonite|
Izzy loves her friends and brother with all that she is and can. They mean the world and so much more to her. And so if one of them were to be harmed or captured and used against her, she would instantly be rendered to do whatever she can to ensure that loved one's safety. This can put her into a position of where she will not fight against an enemy, if it means her friend's safety. She can even be bent to do the will of the captor. She will literally do anything to ensure that her friends are safe and okay. She will even lay her own life down on the line. And so, that makes her friends, one of her greatest weaknesses.

|D o u b t and Fear Control Her|
Izzy has many confidence problems, and many fears. She is always downing on herself and is constantly trying to better herself. And so, if someone can take hold of her fears and her doubts, they put Izzy into a very vulnerable position. If Izzy is put into a situation where she is surrounded by something she fears, and she can't get out, she will break down, and she will freak out. Her fears consume her and they take her over. If you pick the right fear, Izzy can be rendered rather useless rather quickly.


[Observation Reports]

Subject's Unique Skills:
|■|Baking
|■|Singing
|■|Mechanics
|■|Dancing [Ballet Especially]
|■|Learning
|■|Playing Piano and Violin
|■|Drawing
|■|Making Poisons
|■|Magic Tricks
|■|Hand To Hand Combat [Martial Arts]
|■|Gymnastics
Subject's Music Library: Alien | && | Fade Away | && Colors | && Away From The Sun | && Broken Wings
Other Important Information: She carries her pet monkey Jack with her. She saved him from the experiments as well.

___________________________________[Lil_Katchan]________

[z o m-bee-k a t]

Izzy || Kilo || Watts

You can count on me to wake you up today, and tell you that it's all o k a y...

'Thump-a-Thump...Thump-a-Thump...Thump-a-Thump...'

It was the only thing resounding within her head in those moments. The first memory she had ever had. The first sound that had ever graced her ears. No, it wasn't the voice of her creator, nor the voice of her brother. It wasn't anything like that. It was in fact, her heart beat. Her very first heart beats, were the very first thing she had ever heard, that simple sound, would be her very first memory. She remembered opening those big, doe-like glass eyes of her's, and staring down the man that had created her. The man that had made her into who she was that day. He was, in a sense, her father. Antonio. She remembered sitting up, and simply looking. She was amazed, simply astounded by the tool touch of the metal table that she was upon. All the smells around her were ever so entrancing and luring. And for some odd reason, she already knew what these smells were. She already knew the name of the man who had created her. She knew a lot of things. She knew how to speak, and she knew most of the objects within the room she was in. Those big eyes rose to the man. He introduced himself to her, though she already knew who he was, and what he was. He was her creator, her master. The man that she was made to obey, and to serve. Those pink-blue tinted lips parted, and she inhaled a breath. She could almost even taste the air. And without even having to think about what to do, or how to make a sound, she spoke for the very first time. Her sweet, smooth, ever so angelic voice became audible, though it was barely above a whisper.

"What is my name?" she asked simply, those big, wide eyes staring at him with curiosity.

"Izzy Kilo Watts." the man spoke, his voice dark, terryfing. She nodded, and repeated it to herself, and within her mind once or twice, to confirm it within her memory. He gestured for her to stand, and without a second thought she did so stand. She stood with a princess like posture, her body thin and slender. The body of a ballerina was what most would call it. She was wearing a simple dress that clung to her small body. Her hair was down, unbraided and cascading past her shoulders with beautiful locks and curls. She was then lead by Antonio to another room where there were other's, all seemingly living breathing humans, but all of them were instead androids. She knew that. Though how she knew that, she could not tell you. Her eyes fell upon them all, and one of them caught her eye. Antonio spoke again, introducing them as her siblings, her brothers and her sisters. He told her that they would all be a family, a big happy family. She nodded meekly, and in that, she stepped forward, having been told to introduce herself and make friends with them. A feeling struck her stomach. And for the very first time, she felt nervousness. She could feel as if the insides of her stomach were churning and twisting uncomfortably. She didn't like it, but she also wasn't sure how to control it, or to make it go away. And so she tried to push the feeling to the back of her mind, not wanting to think about it. She kept her eyes down, scared to look at them. Then, one approached her. She looked up quickly, as if scared he were to strike her, or cause her some harm. But she could sense kindness within him. He smiled at her, and she felt her lips curling as well, and she smiled back. He introduced himself, as did she. And the two clicked. It was in those moments her first natural connection was made. When they truely became brother, and sister.

Time passed, and she remembered the first scream she heard. Oh how bone curdling it had been. She did not know what exactly it had come from, but whoever had produced such a sound had to be in an awful amount of pain. She cringed at the feeling, and she felt her legs collapse beneath her weight. She had her hands up to her ears, and her eyes covered almost immediately after hearing the sound. Tears pricked her glass eyes, and she shuddered and shivered, trembling. She wanted it to stop. She wanted it all to simply go away. She could feel her skin producing small bumps, goosebumps. It was the first time she had ever experienced an emotion like that. She didn't even know what to call it. But it was an emotion that she personally never wanted to experience again. She would experience one much, much worse perhaps a week or so later. It was the first time she had tried to console one of Antonio's experiments. It was a human-oid looking creature. Some sort of alien race. She didn't bother asking what it's name was, or what exactly was wrong. But she had come up to it's cage, curious eyes gazing in. Her hand went up to the glass and she sung a simple lullaby to it, trying to calm it down. She didn't even make it through the second verse before she was violently jerked back by the shoulder, and thrown down to the ground by an angered Antonio. He screamed, he yelled, telling her that she was bad for doing such things. It was like scolding a puppy for the first time. Her eyes welled up and she felt her mind and heart begin to race simultaneously. She started to tremble again, and again she felt her stomach churn. The anger within Antonio terrified Izzy, and for the first time in her life she experienced full on fear. An emotion she would grow to hate, yet grow to experience nearly all the time.

She ran to her brother afterwards, seeking out comfort within his arms. And that simple gesture of kindness that her brother had offered her in those moment's started a cycle that Izzy would not be breaking any time soon. Whenever she was distressed, or upset, she would run to her brother. She felt bad for having to depend on him so much, but he was really the only one that she trusted. The only one she could feel comfortable with. With her loyalties to Antonio breaking, she had only her brother to rely on. But the loyalty she had for her brother was tested on the night that those men came. The night that she had to face the choice of whether or not to go with her brother, or stay with Antonio. It was a decision that Izzy had personally hoped she would never have to make. It was the most terrifying night of her life. She had been sleeping peacefully when they came. She heard the door burst open, and then came yelling and screaming. She shot up in her bed, eyes wide and heart pumping. What was happening? Had one of Antonio's experiements escaped or something? Worry struck her, and she stood quickly, exiting her room. She opened her door and peeked out, only to see a bunch of men running around. She seen fire, and with a gasp she shut the door, and leaned against it. She knew the effects that fire would have on her. She shut her eyes, sliding down against the door. What was happening? Were they under attack? Where was Antonio? Where was her brother? She could hear the screaming and crying of the experiments. She didn't know what to do in those moments. She wanted to go out, she wanted to help them. But she was so scared. But...She had to try.

And so, mustering up the little bits of courage she had, she moved, and flung the door open. She ran out to the cages and started to frantically try and get those doors unlocked. She had managed to get a few unlocked, allowing the experiments to dart free. She had managed to get to the third or fourth cage, before she felt someone jerk her back. A strong hand grasped her wrist and pulled her back. She turned to see her brother. He was being pulled off by the men. He yelled at her over the fire and the screaming, pleading her to come. He pulled her a few steps and she jerked free, in fear of what he was doing. Why was he going with these men!? He stopped and reapproched her, his strong hands wrapping around her shoulders as he looked into Izzy's eyes. She sobbed quietly, asking him what he was doing. He explained to her who the men were. They were there to save them. But save them from what? Antonio? She shut her eyes tightly and took in a breath. He asked her again to come with him. She could hear him pleading with her, begging her to come with him. She looked around at all the other experiments. What about them? She tried to pull away, running off down the flaming halls. She had to get Antonio. Her programmed loyalty would not allow her to simply leave the man who had created her behind. She got to his door and opened it. "Ant--" she was cut off by the sight. The room was empty. He...He was gone. She frowned and went to further search the room, until she felt arms wrap around her from behind. It was her brother she knew. He started to cart her off down the halls. There was no way he was going to leave her there and she knew it. She kicked and she cried, screaming. She had to get free. She had to save the others.

She was pulled past the experiments and through the door. She seen their caged figures fade away. She seen the flames, she heard the screams. And then, overwhelmed completely by the emotions bombarding her, her glass eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she passed out. And then...Silence.'

Another peircing scream reached the android's ears and she shot up, eyes wide as she looked around. She quickly realized she wasn't in her room. She wasn't anywhere within Antonio's abode. No. There were people all around her. She slid out of the bed quickly, her eyes searching rather desperately for her brother. It certainly didn't take very long for her to find him. She rushed instantly to his side, flinging her arms around him. She was shivering already. Terrified. Who were these people!? What was going on? Where were they? She would have askedh er brother such questions if she had the strength to make her voice sound. But the only sounds she could make were a couple of squeaks and weak sobs. She then heard laughter echoing out. Silence hit the room and with the rest, Izzy looked to the source. It was a masked man. She held onto her brother even tighter as she stared at this man, this, this stranger... He welcomed them, explaining that they were on a starship. They were on a starship? Her eyes quickly glided about the room, staring intently at everything. He then declared that they were saved. He mentioned Antonio. They were saved from Antonio. Apparently everyone else in the room had been his experiments. Her eyes drifted about guiltily. These were the faces of the people that Antonio had enflicted so much pain upon. She had never really seen what he did to them. She only brought him things and left. Though she could only imagine from all the screaming that she had constantly heard. He mentioned being ordered around like a slave and Izzy looked down. She didn't like thinking about things like that. It always made her question everything. Her programmed loyalty to Antonio was becoming more and more of a burden...

He restated his previous declaration that they were free. Her suffocatingly tight grip around her brother loosened in those short seconds. These were the men who had come that night. The men her brother had trusted. The men her brother said would save them. Her brother had been right. He must have carted her off after she passed out. She cringed at that thought. She was so pathetic. Massive doors opened, and the man who had been speaking mentioned that they were his sirens. They all had numbers. She quickly noticed that she, and the other victims did as well. Each one of the victims' numbers matched up with one of the sirens' numbers. He explained that the men would take them to their quarters. They were to shower and such in their new rooms. She looked up ather brother for some sort of confirmation. When the men approached them, she was hesitant at first. She didn't want to be seperated from her brother. But with his reassurance, she released him, and went off with the siren. He lead her away from her brother, and to her room. He left her at the door, and she entered the room. She looked around, closing the door behind her. Her beautiful glass eyes examined the place, scanning it thoroughly. She had to make sure that she knew her surroundings. Being in a new place, with a bunch of people, didn't make little Izzy feel the best about the situation. She lifted her hand, and grabbed the edges of her white hood, pulling it down and off of her head. She swiped her deep pinkish-red bangs from her pale face as she walked about. She went to the closet within the room, opening it, to see what was inside. She rummaged through it, until she found something that was suitable.

It was a simple gray and purple dress quite similar to the first dress she had ever worn. She scooped it out of the closet and then proceeded to the bathroom. She stripped out of her clothes not knowing how long she'd been passed out in them, and stepped into the shower. The water was cold at first, and she squealed rather girly-like and hopped out, managing to fall out of the shower and onto the floor. Frowning, she got back up, seeing as how falling was something she'd grown rather good at, and she simply waited for the steam to rise. She then went back into the shower, standing under the hot water. She tilted her head back, eyes closed as she let the hot droplets of water hit against her face. It was a relieving feeling. She'd always adored the feeling of water. Taking in a rather deep breath of the hot, steamy air, she calmed herself down. She stood there for a short while, and exited after she felt clean, after she felt better. She exited the shower and dried off, dressing herself and doing her hair. It didn't need much work, and soon it was looking more radiant, and beautiful than ever. She looked at herself in the mirror, pausing for only a second to look at herself. She took in a breath and exited the room. She looked down at the hoodie she had stripped off within the main room, and noticed something moving. She knew what it was already, and with a light smile on her face, she walked over to it. She reached down and picked up the hoodie, where a small monkey lay beneath it. It was her pet, her companion, Jack. He had been with her the whole time, always hiding within the massive hoodie pocket's. She smiled faintly and scooped him up within her slender hands. Cradeling him to herself, she pet him adoringly.

"Oh Jack... It seems as if we've gotten ourselves into quite the pickle now..." she said, speaking softly. The monkey stirred, hopping from her hands and to her shoulder as she moved towards the window within the room. She peered out, staring out into the abyss of space. Her glass eyes examined all the bright, beautiful stars. It was the most beautiful thing she could have possibly ever seen throughout her entire life. She took in a deep breath and smiled faintly. Her fingers gently touched the glass and she leaned in towards it, her breath misting up the window a little. "Oh wow..." she whispered softly. She had become so entranced by the sight that she hadn't noticed Jack jump off of her shoulder at first. The curious monkey found, and approached the red card upon the table. He squeaked softly and then turned to Izzy, before returning his curious gaze to the card. He picked it up with delicate hands, but when the hologram appeared, he dropped it, letting out a frightened squeak. He landed back on Izzy's shoulder, who became just as startled when she heard a voice speak out to her.

"I know of your potential. Come to the briefing room."

A terrified squeal escaped Izzy's lips as she whipped around. She stared at the hologram with fear at first, but when she realized what it was, she relaxed. Gah, things had to stop popping up like that and scaring her half to death. She relaxed and approached the hologram, staring at it intently. Her potential? What on Earth was this silly little hologram talking about? She watched as the hologram turned it's head to the map. She looked at it, and noticed the red dot illuminated where she was supposed to go. She snapped a mental picture, literally, and memorized the map. She took in a breath as the hologram started to speak to her again, and again, she listened intently.

"You will not find solace alone. You will not get revenge by facing him alone. You will not find peace by wallowing in your own sorrow."

Her eyes diverted down from the hologram, to the ground as if it were scolding her. She knew almost immideatly who that hologram was speaking of. Antonio. She started to nervously fiddle with her fingers at the thought. All those people in that room hated Antonio. They despised him with all their being. He had hurt them in some of the worst ways possible. She knew this. She understood this. Yet the loyalty that had been programmed into her from the start prevented her from hating the man. He had created her, after all. Of course she very strongly disagreed with all he had done to them. And of course she felt that what he did was wrong. But she wasn't sure if she could ever hate him. She didn't think she could. She felt awful about that. Completely and utterly horrid that she couldn't hate the man that had caused other's so much pain. So instead, she simply reminded herself of all the pain he caused. She simply kept in mind all the pain that those other's in the room had gone through. And, she would do all she possibly could to help them. She had all kinds of things she could get revenge for but she just didn't feel like she had any reason. With low confidence, and no real feeling that she should be treated like a human, rather than a mindless robot [that she clearly was not], she felt she deserved such punishments and treatments most of the time. And so, she would not seek revenge for herself, but she would help the other's seek their revenge. It was the least she could do. Her thoughts were broken as the hologram repeated it's original command for her to go to the breifing room. She took in a breath, and she pulled her white hoodie back on, too insecure to walk around in just the dress. She swiped some of those deep pink bangs out of her eyes, and took a small card that said 'room key' before she ventured out of the room and down the hall.

She kept her eyes open as she searched for her brother. She wasn't sure which room he was in, and so, she was hoping that he too, had been summoned to the briefing room. She walked with delicate steps, keeping her eyes and ears open for any signs of her brother. Jack, sat perched upon her shoulder quietly, his tail curling around her neck to her other shoulder as she walked. She didn't necessarily have to look where she was going, seeing as how she still had the image of that map fresh within her mind. It was helpful being an android sometimes, though it was also quite a difficult thing to deal with. Especially with her name being quite the comical thing. She hated the jokes that had been made against her and her name. It was just another reason for her to avoid meeting new people, to avoid introducing herself, to avoid the ridicule and jokes that she knew would come. She caught herself looking down at the ground, and looked up. She stopped outside the door of the briefing room and she could hear voices from the inside. She could detect three voices. Three people. None of those voices were her brother's. He must not have arrived by that time. She also picked up the scent of food. It smelled absolutely wonderful. She paused though, having heard one of the female voices within the room mentioning the revenge. She said that she thought they were the ones chosen due to some sort of special abilities that they had. Well, Izzy would be the first to say that she, was nothing special. She had no amazing abilities, at least in her eyes. But of course, she would keep that to herself, for now, at least. And so, she took in a deep breath and approached the door, opening it. She paused, for only a moment at the door knob, but she knew she couldn't stand there forever.

She opened the door and her eyes flashed up to the three people within the room. She looked at them for only a few seconds before she looked down again. She couldn't even bare to look at their faces. She knew these were the faces of the people that Antonio had harmed. The faces of the people she helped harm. Even though she was against it. Even though she had never wanted to cause anyone any sort of harm ever. She hoped none of them knew who, or what she was. She hoped none of them thought she was just like Antonio. She hoped none of them hated her or anything. She walked over to the food, noticing that everyone else had plated up as well, and she got herself a plate. It wasn't nearly as large as the other's plates. She had never been starved. She had eaten every day. Even if it wasn't very good food. At all. She still ate. She knew better than to over feed herself anyways. She knew the effects of not eating enough and then eating too much. And she most certainly didn't want to deal with a stomach ache. She could already feel her insides twisting and turning about nervously and she didn't need anything else contributing to her discomfort. She took in a breath and sat down, not too close to everyone, but not too far away to isolate herself. She ate some, staying silent, and keeping her eyes down. Though, she felt rude after a short while, having not introduced herself. And so she finished the food she had in her mouth, and she stood, pushing her chair out. She figured that was she was doing probably seemed rather odd to them but she didn't really care. It was habit, it was the only way she knew how to introduce herself.

She stepped a few feet away from her seat and she stood up tall. It was then when she brought her glass eyes up to them. She stared at them for a few moments. She looked beyond terrified. She looked petrified. She looked like she was about to collapse and cry, without the tears in her eyes. Her hands were trembling a little. She felt like they were staring. And so she simply decided to get it over with. "Hello." she said softly, pausing to gulp down the twisting, churning fear within her stomach. "My name is Izzy." she said softly, pausing in reluctance at stating her full name. "Izzy...K-Kilo......Watts... It is a pleasure to meet you all..." she said, cringing at her full name. She expected them to laugh and point, to ridicule her ever so harshly. But she simply continued with her introduction. She curtsied to them. She acted as if they were of some higher ranking. As if they were far more important than she. And that was kind of how she felt. She felt inferior. She had been taught to always curtsy. It was what Antonio had taught her to do. She knew no other way. And so she held her stance for a moment, head low in respect, before she straightened up. It was a very demoralizing, humiliating thing for her to do. But she subjected herself to it anyways. She took in a breath. "And this is my companion Jack." she said softly. The monkey gave a rather cheesy grin and he waved, letting out an excited squeak towards them all. She then reapproached her chair and sat down, resuming in eating. Her eyes never left the table. She felt like they all hated her. Like they all knew Antonio had created her and like they all felt she was some horrid, horrid thing. Of course it wasn't her fault she was still loyal to Antonio. It was not her fault she had a stupid chip in her brain she couldn't get out.

She just wanted her brother. She felt so outcast. So silly. So alone...

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I'm sinking to the bottom of everything that f r e a k s me out, the light house beam has just run o u t.
I'm as cold, as cold, as c o l d can be..

[z o m-bee-k a t]

Don't you ever feel like you've been destined for something bigger than your skin?

Ú§êrñåmê:: Lil_Katchan
ñåmê:: Izzy Bella Synfly
Ägê:: Seventeen
þêr§ðñålït¥:: Izzy is a unique person. Never really fitting into the stereotype of a normal person. She's always been a tad odd, perhaps a bit different, but it's never seemed to bother her. In fact, she seems rather proud and happy with her differences from normal society. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Izzy was truly born to be a healer, a giver of sorts, and a reliever of pains. Her personality fits right in with her abilities. She is perhaps one of the kindest, most caring souls you could meet. And she's selfless to an extent that astounds many. Izzy is very easily the girl who will willingly give the clothes off her back, and all the money in her pocket to a person that really needs it. And if she feels as if that's not enough [which is almost always], she'll generally cook the person a nice healthy meal, and allow them to clean up before she sends them on their way. Izzy has always been a helper, as she finds one of the things that makes her happiest is indeed helping other people. She loves to give things, but she rarely takes, let alone asks for anything really. She feels guilty asking for things, and tends to simply be the giver. She doesn't even like receiving birthday presents as she feels bad! Izzy's kindness shines through no matter what she does, or how long you've known her. She has a heart of gold, and she would never do anything to intentionally harm a person without very good reason. Izzy doesn't like violence, at all really. In fact, it terrifies her. Fighting, yelling, screaming, or any form of physical violence are things that Izzy tends to avoid. She can't stand it. Seeing, knowing, or hearing someone in pain, breaks Izzy down almost completely. Izzy's heart is just too big, she's just too caring for her own good, and so when she sees someone being harmed, or in pain, it tears her to shreds. She often will do whatever she can to help the harmed, even if it means risking her own life in the process. Izzy could never turn a person away, after all.

Because of that, Izzy is rather easily manipulated, and walked upon. Izzy has been used, many times. Being a generally trusting person got Izzy no where but hurt, and broken. Most of the friends that Izzy has ever had, has abandoned her, and used her. She's been conned, lied to, and tricked. Izzy finds it very hard to turn someone away, or in other words, say no to a person. She simply feels guilty doing it, as if she's denying a person help. Izzy is one of those people who is very easy to make feel guilty. Izzy is often guilted into doing things, and she's become so used to it that most of the time she doesn't even realize it. Izzy is almost always first to volunteer to do something, whether it be a simple favor such as running an errand, or a complex task such as doing book reports for three of her friends at a time. Izzy does such things because she's horridly terrified of being abandoned, again. Izzy has been abandoned one too many times to handle, and so she fears it greatly. And so, Izzy subjects herself to all kinds of things. There really isn't anything Izzy wouldn't do for a friend. She loves her friends so much, that she would literally do anything they asked in a heartbeat. Izzy's friends are luckier then they will ever know. Izzy has few friends, due to the fact that now Izzy trusts very few people. She's put up countless barriers and shells in an attempt to avoid getting hurt again. And so the few friends that she has, are treated like gold. She loves them with all her heart and she'd do anything for their happiness and safety. She runs herself ragged over her friends and worries herself sick over them. She always puts them before herself, and would literally put her own life on the line for them. Izzy's friends, are all she has.

Izzy's fears of abandonment have not only caused her to lock herself up, but she's also lost almost all self confidence in herself. She doesn't find herself to be worthy of most compliments, and she often denies them anyways. Izzy has self esteem that is as low as it could get. She is constantly scolding herself and being hard on herself. She tries so hard to better who she is, she doesn't even realize how much of a wonderful person she actually is. Izzy has taken every single mean thing said, and done to her, and absorbed it like a little sponge. Izzy believes that everything bad that has ever happened to her, she has deserved in one way or another. She sees herself as a mistake, as her mother would often call her. An unwanted accident. She sees herself as perhaps nothing more than a simple waste of matter. Izzy doesn't understand really why she has been chosen, or picked to help change the world. Why she, out of the three pregnancies her mother had, was the only one that survived. As one could probably tell, Izzy doesn't handle criticism very well. It hurts her a lot when people pick on her, and tease her about things. Izzy has never been perfect in any one's eyes but her father's. Izzy has always been too short, too small, too quiet, not cool enough, just plain not good enough for everyone else. After being teased as much as Izzy was, and going through the emotional slaughter that she did, it's no wonder Izzy feels this way about herself. But Izzy, being Izzy, could blame it on no one other than herself. She doesn't feel that it is every one's fault for teasing her, she feels as if it is her fault for not being good enough in the first place. Why should they treat her nicely if she doesn't deserve it?

But don't let this fool you into thinking that Izzy is a weakling. She's actually perhaps one of the strongest people you'll ever meet. Izzy is never one to give up on something, especially her hopes and dreams. Izzy is stuck with the label of the dreamer. She has always been the kind of person to stare out a window longingly and lose herself in her dreams. Izzy treasures her dreams and hopes, and she keeps strong to them. Izzy has been pushed down, broken, and beaten many times. Yet she still manages to get back up every single time. She's not invincible by any means, but she's sure hard as hell to bring down. She has a will of titanium and she's extremely stubborn. She never gives up. Izzy just won't allow herself to for some reason. When Izzy has her mind made up on something that's final. It is nearly impossible to change her mind once she's set on a thought or goal. She has strong opinions, a head full of thoughts and ideas, and if she feels the need,s he will express that. She's not scared to stand up for her friends, or her beliefs and she will defend them with all she has. Izzy doesn't let much, if anything hold her back. She is very hopeful and optimistic, and when she does run out of hope, she has her dreams to keep her strong. Izzy can be an unstoppable force...

Because of Izzy's insecurities, she's often rather quiet, especially around new people. She's cautious when meeting new people and often will not say the first thing. She has even passed as a complete mute before. Izzy strays from making too many emotional connections with people simply because she's scared of being hurt again. Though in reality, Izzy longs for friends. Izzy doesn't want to be the most popular person in the world. All she wants are a few good friends to be there for her when she needs them. Izzy is a delicate person, meant to be handled with care. It shows in how easily scared or harmed she is. It really doesn't take much for Izzy to become scared, or for Izzy to cry. Izzy's friends are her support system. They are one of the biggest reasons she keeps going. Izzy's friends are her only real source of comfort. Izzy often flees to them when distressed or hurt. Izzy isn't clingy, unless you mean in the literal way. Izzy isn't obsessive over her friends, nor is she annoying. But she will literally cling to them if she's scared enough. Izzy is the kind of girl to greet a friend with a happy hug, and cling to them when scared. Izzy isn't scared to wrap her arms and legs around a person and just cling to them. She's not scared to cry into their shoulder, she isn't scared to seek comfort within them. It's actually pretty cute how Izzy acts most of the time. She just has that adorable quality to her. It makes her nearly irresistible when it comes to those she's around. That is why she is so adored by her true friends. Izzy could brighten any one's day.

Without the barriers and without the shells, Izzy is an amazing little thing. She has a smile brighter than the sun itself and a radiance that is unmatched. She is bubbly, happy, and sweeter than the most sugary candy. She loves to sing and dance and to try new things. If someone does manage to earn her trust, she becomes a whole new person. It seems as if her fears, her flaws, her weaknesses simply melt away. She is a free person and she tries not to let anything hold her back. Her strength is utterly inspiring. With those she truly trusts, she will easily be outgoing and she can easily catch the attention of a crowd. With her trusted friends near Izzy is boundless. She will prance about, play games, laugh, smile, sing, and dance in the most public of places. She won't have a care in the world as long as those around her are happy and she seems to have a rather odd knack to make those around her happy if she's happy. She is silly, and often found doing the oddest of things, or the funniest. She dances to the beat of her own drum. She doesn't conform to other people. She always stands out in a crowd, whether it be how she dresses, or by how she sometimes dances down the street. She is a rather happy person. Izzy can be wild and she can be free spirited. Deep down, Izzy is one of the most free people you'll meet. She appreciates the little things in life and she doesn't care about material items. She can be quiet one moment, then burst out into laughter or song the next. Her mannerisms may be odd sometimes, but she doesn't care. After all, someones has to be the odd one out, and what better person than Izzy? At least she's a lovable odd one out.

There is one side about Izzy that she often hides. Her temper. Yes, it exists. And while Izzy doesn't get angry too easily, if she is set off, things get very bad. Izzy's temper is extremely difficult to set off but if you do manage to set it off, it's like a raging hell. Izzy is a nightmare to deal with when she's angry. If she wants to make someone suffer she can do it in the blink of an eye. Not much sets off Izzy, but if you harm a friend or loved one, you better start high tailing it out of there because Izzy will hung you down, and hurt you back. When Izzy is mad she can become vicious. Her words are harsh and biting, and she can rip someone from the inside out. She can pick at some one's mind and find their weaknesses until she completely break someone down. She can also become violent, and while Izzy doesn't support violence, if she does, she is very dangerous and can be deadly.

Lïkê§::
|♥|Singing && Dancing
|♥|Reading && Writing
|♥|Drawing && Painting
|♥|Stuffed Animals && Fuzzy Blankets
|♥|Rain && Snow
|♥|Exploring && Nature
|♥|Forests && Climbing Trees
|♥|Animals && Children
|♥|Fruit && Pastries
|♥|Baking && Cooking
|♥|Lullabies && Soft Music
|♥|Snuggling && Cuddling
|♥|Playing Games && Having Fun
|♥|Smiling && Laughing
|♥|Friends && Being Close to People
|♥|Sunrise && Sunset
|♥|Star Gazing && Watching the Clouds
|♥|Dreaming && Day Dreaming
|♥|Skateboarding && Running

Ðï§lïkê§::
|♦|Storms && Blizzards
|♦|The Dark && Loud Noises
|♦|Screaming && Crying
|♦|Fighting && Unnecessary Violence
|♦|Hate && Discrimination
|♦|Yelling && Scolding
|♦|Thunder && Lightning
|♦|Alcoholics && Drug Abusers
|♦|Greed && Selfishness
|♦|Snobs && Mean People
|♦|Racists && Homophobes
|♦|Sharp Objects && Guns
|♦|Bees && Spiders
|♦|Being Picked On && Being Made Fun Of
|♦|Blood && Seeing People in Pain

Fêår§::
|■|Being Locked Up && Being Cornered
|■|Thunder && Lightning
|■|Being Alone && The Dark
|■|Being Abandoned && Losing Loved Ones
|■|Screaming && Seeing others in Pain
|■|Guns && Excessively Violent People

Ŝŧøŋε:: Rutilated Quartz
ßøŋδέδ Άηiмα|:: Roo the Stag.
Còüñŧrý of Øřįģïñ:: Asia
ßïðgråþh¥::
Izzy was actually born to be a healer. You see, Izzy was actually an accident. Kind of a freak accident if you think about it. Izzy's mother never wanted children, though she ended up being pregnant twice before Izzy. Izzy's father, desperately wanted a child. The two pregnancies before Izzy, were miscarriages. The two pregnancies were also very painful for Izzy's mother. Something just caused her pain. But when Izzy came, things were different. Her mother didn't feel pain. In fact, her mother felt better than she had in years. If she got a paper cut, or a little bruise, it healed at an alarming rate. Izzy was born via c-section, and afterwards her mother healed rather quickly, but she only seemed to heal quickly with Izzy in her arms. Though her mother still didn't seem to catch onto the miracle that was her child.

Izzy was an only child, seeing as how she was actually an accident, well at least to her mother she was. Her father however, loved the little girl from the first moment he saw her. The two were connected at the hip from the point that he first held the wet, crying baby girl that was Izzy. Izzy grew up in a privileged home, being showered in toys and expensive gifts, and love. Her mother never really paid much attention to the little girl, but that was okay, because Izzy's father was always with that little girl. She was the light of the man's life, and he was the light of hers. Straight on, Izzy showed her abilities to heal. She was always that little girl rescuing the small animals who were injured. They seemed to strive in her grasp, and grow stronger as she showered them with love. She cared for every animal out there, big and small, and people too. If Izzy seen someone who was hurt, she would most often kiss the wound to make it better. Though she usually wasn't around long enough to see that her kisses actually did make things better. A cut, if kissed by Izzy would heal perhaps in a day, where as without it, the cut may take a week. Izzy was always taking in animals too. If Izzy had it her way, she probably would have kept them all. But of course, when one exceeds ten pets, changes have to be made. But Izzy would never let an animal leave her house until she was sure it was fully healed. And never once, did an animal die within Izzy's care. She simply seemed to have the magical touch.

She grew up with everything a little girl could ever want, but her life lacked something that every little girl desperately needed. A mother's love. Izzy's mother was not the kindest woman, to say the least. Whenever she was left with Izzy, she would usually lock the poor girl in a closet, or some dark room, for hours. Izzy would cry, she would kick, she would beg to be let out, but she was abandoned, left there while her mother went to shop, or to go do other things that she deemed more important than caring for her accident of a child. This went on for years, and Izzy started having severe abandonment issues. When her father had to go to work, she would cry and scream and beg him not to leave. She would hide the keys, or try to block off the door. And soon, her father started to notice that she only did so, when she was to be left with her mother. When she was left with a baby sitter, or a nanny, Izzy was perfectly fine. She would be cheerful with the person. But if it were Izzy's mother, Izzy would have a fit until all hope was lost. She would go to any lengths to get away from her mother, who scared her to death.

Her father decided to act when seven year old Izzy managed to get onto the Subway [Which is very crowded and dangerous in Tokyo] by herself, and then walk a mile and a half to her father's work place. When he found out that she'd done so, by herself, without her mother even caring, or knowing, he became furious. He took his lunch break and drove the little girl home, to find his wife gone, instead of looking after their daughter. He then stumbled upon the closet the lock popped out, and a screwdriver on the floor. Peeking in, he seen two if Izzy's favorite toys, and then put the pieces together. Heart broken, and furious, he realized what had been going on, what had been causing his daughter's fears and fits. He divorced his wife then, and took his daughter with him. The two moved to the other side of the city, where they were supposed to start out fresh. Izzy was enrolled into a private school, and she started dance lessons almost immediately. She fell in love with the art of dance and continued to strive within the sport. She was taking home trophies soon enough, and soon she started to get a reputation. The little girl who danced like the best, like the women on television, like a professional. She started gymnastics as well, and she even took piano lessons. She was a busy little girl, and was kind of a miniature celebrity within her part of the city. Everyone adored the sweet little girl with a heart of gold. She spent what free time she had excelling in school, and helping out the local orphanage. When she found out they were often short in the food department, she started volunteering in the kitchen at age thirteen. She soon become a rather good cook, and started experimenting with new recipes.

Another love was found in that, and soon she was cooking cuisines that could be found in five star restaurants, and pastries that would make the local bakeries sour with envy. It also helped at home, seeing as how her father wasn't the best cook, [He could burn water]. Izzy also noticed that cooking was just another way to heal people. The love she put into her food always seemed to brighten people's days and their mood. Life was good, and little Izzy was as happy as she could be. She spent all her free time exploring forests, hanging out at the orphanage or homeless shelters, and volunteering at the local animal shelters. She loved to help people, and when she had enough money she would take the kids from the orphanage out on trips, to the zoo, aquariums, and parks. But all good things must come to an end. And they did, and suddenly for this girl.

Because of her reputation and her father's reputation for being a very wealthy business man, they attracted a lot of attention. And some of that attention was bad. Izzy was kidnapped, at the age of fourteen years, taken from her home in the middle of the night. And she was held for a massive ransom. She spent the two weeks she was captive in a cage meant for large animals, in the corner of a dark room. She was nearly starved to death, and was heavily abused. Finally, she was found and saved. The emotional damage from those two weeks would never leave Izzy. She suffered from severe paranoia and night terrors for a long time. After that she could not bear to see horror movies, to see guns, or to hear/see/know about animals, children, or people in general being harmed. The sympathy for Izzy wore off soon enough, and the only comfort she found, was in cooking, and healing. She started to take extra classes, learning about human anatomy and how to heal the human body. She studied ancient medicine practices in her free time. She was frail looking for a while, and people started to mock her. While the public adored her, her schoolmates were jealous and did what they could to pick on her. They would call her names, push her, and beat her up. She was the weird animal lover.

She became quiet after that, resembling a mute. Her friends abandoned her because she was too scared to go out any more. She was starting to feel more, and more alone than ever. The girl that everyone adored was starting to be forgotten. At sixteen she started to get herself back. She made some new friends and picked up a few new hobbies such as skateboarding. She continued with her dance and gymnastics. Her coach taught her to never give up, and she believes that's where all her strength came from. But just as Izzy was beginning to be happy, tragedy struck. Izzy's father become horridly ill, and the two soon found out that it was brain cancer. Their money was wasted away from the private schools, and the medical bills. And soon Izzy was simply forced to watch her father fade away. It was the most devastating thing to the young girl. The only person who had truely loved her through out her life was dying, and she could do nothing. She did what she could, healing him more than she realized. She didn't even know her father felt no pain after a while... And that it was all because of her. Yet sadly, she did not know of her powers, and they weren't strong enough... Her father passed away a few months later, managing to leave her a small fortune. It was enough for her to finish school, [she graduated a year early], and then buy herself a small home. She was alone after that, and when she bought her apartment, it was far out in the forest, away from those who hurt her. She stopped going to her recitals after that, and instead would waste away her days just laying under the sun and trees, staring at the sky. She did this for a long while, until she stumbled upon a beautiful deer in the forest. It was injured, and so she approached it. It was unusally calm, and actually rose to meet her. And so, she took it home and wrapped it's injury. It was then when the deer dropped a little rock it had been holding in it's mouth, and it introduced itself. Yes, it spoke, much to Izzy's surprise. It was then when she discovered her powers, never really realizing she had them. She always wondered how she was so good at healing...

Roo, the deer [or stag], brought Izzy back to life. He started to teach her how to use the power within the stone. He told her that she had a greater purpose in life. That she was going to change the world... And now, she's heading to some place in America. She's to find the other's like her....

Wêåþðñs::
Izzy does not like weapons, at all actually. She doesn't really like carrying them, but she knows she has to. And so she carries two small daggers. She's been trained with them, and she knows how to use them like an expert. She rarely draws them, but if she has to, she can be rather deadly with them.

Äßïlïtïê§::
|With.A.Touch.Like.Magic.|
Izzy really does have the magical touch when it comes to healing people. She has the most gentle hands you'll come across, and she is very precise in what she does. She can do most things that may cause discomfort or pain, and do it in a fashion that it's near painless, or at least more bearable. She's very good with her hands and can often have a person cleaned, and bandaged up before they can realize it. Izzy just has that way about her. She has the smile and demeanor to lighten the mood of anyone, and calm them down. She just has a knack for making people relax, for healing.

|Dance.Like.No.One.Is.Watching.|
Izzy also started dance lessons when she was very young. After her parents took her to her first ballet she fell in love with dance, and she started not soon after. She has been in dance ever since. She dances professionally, along with the best. She dances Ballet, Contemporary, and Broadway. Though she could probably master most any dance if she put her mind to it, she sticks to the dances that she loves most.

|Sing.Me.A.Lullaby.|
Izzy has always had the talent of singing. She has the voice of an angel and can usually melt the hearts of those listening. She never took any lessons and has a natural talent. She doesn't persue singing though because all that attention and publicity scares her to death. Though she isn't scared to sing to someone, whether it be a soothing song when they are in pain, or a sweet lullaby to bring someone into a sweet sleep filled with peaceful dreams. She sings to comfort, to bring smiles to people's faces, she doesn't sing for the fame, or the money.

|Push.Me.Down.I'll.Get.Back.Up.|
Determined, Izzy is a very stubborn girl. She's been walked over so many times. She's been pushed down, kicked, punched, and beaten until she was broken, bloodied, and raw. And right when it looked as if it wasn't possible for her to move, let alone get back up, she does. She always manages to defy odds and to prove her strength. She is persistant and she rarely gives up on a dream or a goal she has set for herself. It doesn't matter how many times she is put down. She never allows herself to give up. And that feature alone makes her an amazingly, inspiringly strong person.

|Lalalalala.Means.I.Love.You.|
When Izzy really becomes close to someone, and lets them in, she trusts them with all her heart. If she loves someone, she loves them with all her might. She will do whatever she can to make them happy, and she will protect them with all she has. She gives them the best of herself and she puts them far before herself when it comes to anything. They are cherished and treated like priceless stones or gold, and she would do anything to ensure their happiness or safety. Izzy is an amazingly sweet person with a heart of gold, and if you manage to get a place in that heart, you are one lucky person. She's loyal to the end and she will defend a friend to the death. She'll run herself ragged for the person, and comfort them no matter what. Her loved ones are all she has.

|I'll.Make.Your.Tastebuds.Melt.|
Cooking, and baking are two of Izzy's most amazing talents. She is an amazing cook, and an even better baker. She can make most anything, and she has many recipies up in that head of her's. She could make anything from a salad, to some complicated dish that five star restaurants would be in awe at. She can make all kinds of pastries, cookies, donuts, brownies, you name it and she could probably make it. Izzy puts love, and tender care into everything she makes, and that makes her quite the amazing cook. She couldn't make something bad even if she tried, and she absolutely loves cooking for people.

|Bend.Me.All.You.Want.I.Won't.Break.|
For such a small girl, Izzy is extremely flexible. That goes hand in hand with her ballet practice, but she was also in gymanstics as a young girl. She can bend her body in ways that most people couldn't. She can stretch, bend, and twist her way out of sticky situations if needed. It gives her the advantage when fighting with stiff people because she can bend, and twist out of their reach.

|Adorable.Beyond.Reason.|
Izzy is absolutely adorable. She is unreasonably cute, and it only adds to her sweet demeanor. Izzy is the kind of girl who is adorable completely on accident. Everything she does is adorable. It's rather odd. Her little antics and squeaks simply make her irresistable to most people. She's often compared to a little kitten or a puppy. When she wants something, it doesn't take much effort on Izzy's part to get it. She just has that magical way of melting people's hearts and barriers. She is a tad clumsy, but she's sweeter than most candies. Izzy simply has that thing about her. That one thing that many cannot resist. Some say it's her eyes. Others say it's just her in general. But what really causes Izzy's irresistable cuteness? No one will ever know...Because well...Izzy doesn't even know.

|Catch.Me.If.You.Can.|
Izzy is also very fast. Because she is a dancer, she is rather athletic despite her small frame. She is a very fast runner, and she can run for long distances. She can work her way to a quick run, or simply burst out into a full on sprint if she feels like it. This makes catching her, quite the task.

|I.Dominate.At.Hide.And.Seek.|
Izzy played Hide and Seek a lot when she was a child. Like.. Every day for years. She loves the game, and she has become quite the expert. So if Izzy needs to hide from something, she his almost impossible to find. She is stealthy, quiet, and quick, a deadly combo when it comes to trying to find the rather small girl. She can fit into smaller places than the average human, and she can bend, twist and stretch herself into positions that allow her to fit into even more complicated spaces. She can climb trees like a monkey, and hide up in high places, or low places. This master of Hide and Seek knows what she is doing.
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{Let Me K i s s it and make it all Better~}
Izzy is indeed a very talented healer. Not only has she studied and practiced the art of healing, but she has magic on her side. This power allows Izzy to heal most any wound, and heal it very quickly. Izzy's amazing healing powers also allow her to remove the pain from wounds. This makes a healing process that would normall hurt a bit, or be discomforting to some, be painless, and in fact it would be relieving. Through physical touch Izzy absorbs all the pain from the wound, and then she proceeds to heal the wound simply by touching it. Izzy also heals very quickly, making it hard to permanently injure her. Izzy has a chemical in her blood that speeds up her natural healing process, but with the rock, it has sped up even more. Izzy can also replace things, such as blood. So if someone loses a lot of blood and is about to die, she can actually heal their wound, and replace just enough blood to ensure their health and survival.

{I'm Way Stronger Than C o f f e e !}
Izzy can also absorb and transfer energies. This means that if someone is very weary, or fatiuged due to an injury or prolonged labor, she can replace it. She can also drain energy from other people, such as enemies, and use it herself. This allows Izzy to be able to fight, defend herself, or do normally exhausting things for longer periods of time than a normal person. It makes her quite the challenge if you actually do get to fight her.

{Thirty Hours of Pain all at Once, all for Y o u~}
Because Izzy gernally absorbs all the pain from the wounds she heals, it does build up. She has to do something with, and this, is perhaps her strongest offensive move. She can actually build up all that pain and keep it bottled up for very long periods of time, and then when she comes in physical contact with an enemy, she can actually recreate that pain and transfer it to them. The transfer process itself is painful and so for the enemy, the pain is normally unbearable. She can even sometimes transfer enough pain to kill another being. Though if she absorbs to much, she may be the one suffering.

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[[Scream-Me-To-Pieces]]
Izzy cannot stand to see, hear, or know someone is in pain. Especially someone she knows, or someone she cares about. She cannot handle to see it, or hear it. If someone screams out in pain, or sorrow, Izzy is broken down pretty easily. She cannot stand the sound. Screaming puts Izzy into a terrified, sad state. It causes trembling, crying, basically a complete breakdown. The mere thought of seeing a child or animal in pain brings Izzy to tears. She cannot watch horror movies because of this, and if she does, she generally suffers from severe night terrors for weeks, or even months after witnessing such a thing, even though she realizes it isn't real. It just isn't something that Izzy can stand to bear. If Izzy were to see someone that she really loved in pain, one of two things would happen. She would either break down completely, and be useless, or she would snap completely and most likely go on some sort of violent rampage against those who caused the pain.

[[Leave-Me-Alone-&&-Watch-Me-Break]]
Two of Izzy's greatest fears combine to make a strong phobia. She is terrified of the dark, and even more terrified of being alone for extended periods of time. If you put her in a dark room, alone, and lock her in, she'll probably have a panic attack. She desperately hates the dark, and when left alone she feels empty and abandoned. She has been abandoned one too many times in her life, making her vulnerable. Now, Izzy can handle the dark if she's with someone, and she can handle being alone for a while if there's light. But if the two are combined, Izzy becomes pretty distressed, pretty quickly. This only increases if the room is small, or if there is no way for her to escape. Lock Izzy in a closet and she might have a heart attack.

[[Like-A-Doe-To-A-Gun]]
Guns are another thing that cause Izzy great distress. She cannot stand the sight of guns. They terrify her probably more than being in a dark room, alone, surrounded by fire. Guns cause Izzy to freeze at the sight of them. If one is pointed at her, Izzy will probably faint, or pass out completely. The sights of guns also throw Izzy into a spiral of night terrors. Hearing gun shots cause Izzy to usually hide, and cover her ears until she's sure the gun is gone. Even talking about guns makes Izzy nervous. If you were to talk about a hunting trip, mentioned a gun and what you shot, Izzy would be bobbing her feet, trembling, and probably crying a little bit. It puts her into a state that no one wants to see poor little Izzy in.

[[&&-I-Would-Do-Anything-For-Them]]
Izzy's undying love for her friends is perhaps one of her greatest weaknesses. Izzy loves her friends unconditionally, and would literally do anything for their happiness and safety. That makes it rather easy to manipulate her. She does her best to protect them, and generally does a very good job. Izzy may seem weak but when it comes to her friends, she has a strength that seems to change her into a whole different person. But if a friend were captured and held hostage, or harmed, Izzy would do what she could to get them back and protect them. Even if it meant having to be manipulated by the captor. Izzy would stop fighting if it meant a friend's safety. She would literally give up her life, for a friend. And so taking one of Izzy's friends would like be ripping out her heart. She's defenseless.

[[I-Feel-Your-Pain]]
Because Izzy acts as a sponge when it comes to pain, she can feel when other's are in pain. It doesn't bother her most of the time but if someone is in agonizing pain, it hits her nearly tenfold. It can easily bring Izzy down. Izzy is also very sensitive. So while she heals quickly, she often experiences more pain than the average person. She has to be careful on how much pain she absorbs because if she absorbs too much it can be dangerous for her. It can cause her to faint, black out for days, go into a coma, be paralyzed, and even die. It also weakens her immune system, making her very suseptible to illnesses. If Izzy is weakened enough, a simple cold could last months, if it doesn't kill her.

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| Broken Wings ||&& || Rise Above This ||&& || Imagine ||&&|| Butterfly Cry ||&& || Fix You |
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Izzy || Bella || Synfly

Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones, and I will t r y...To f i x you...

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When you lose something you can't r e p l a c e.
When you love someone but it goes to w a s t e...
Could it be w o r s e?

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Izzy || Bella || Synfly

Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones, and I will t r y...To f i x you...

"Kill me with a beat~"

Those were the only words resounding within her head in those moments. Izzy, was sound asleep, snuggled up to her guardian, Roo who was sleeping as well. It had been a long trip, and the two were exhausted. Izzy, was lost in her dream land, struggling to keep her dreams from turning to nightmares. She was lost in her own memories. Luckily for Izzy they were happy memories, the good ones, not the ones plagued with pain and hurt. No, at the moment, she was stuck in one of the happiest memories she could remember, one of the best memories of her father.

'Izzy was standing upon a beautiful wooden floor, wearing the traditional pink tutu and white tights. The walls were basically all mirrors, and on two of the opposite walls, were a row of bars for stretching. With ballet shoes on her feet, she stood on one of her feet, the other foot lifted and propped upon one of the bars. She was leaning forward, arms stretching out and hands grasping the toes of the lifted foot. She was stretching her muscles, as she always did before and after practice. Her flexibility was shown as her head rested easily against the knee of the lifted leg, and then she retracted, and switched legs. Most of the studio was empty, as she was always the last to leave. She heard the little bell of the door open through the softly playing classical music that seemed to engulf the studio. The girl didn't turn her head to see the source of the sound though. She simply continued to focus on stretching as she retracted her leg once more and grabbed the bar with one hand, while she reached down, and grabbed her foot before hoisting it up so her leg was straight, and her foot was at the level of her own head. Izzy at the time, was perhaps eleven years old, and with her beautiful black hair (her natural hair color) pulled back into a tight, professional bun, Izzy looked like she should be on television. It was only when a familiar voice called out her name, that her concentration finally broke.

"Izzy!"

She turned to the voice on one foot, while lowering her other. She had the brightest smile upon her face at that moment, knowing before she turned that it was her father. "Papa~" she called out happily, rushing across the slick floor to her father. She stopped running a few feet away from her father, sliding the rest of the way, right into her father's outstretched arms. She was pulled into a warm embrace as her father stood, his entire six foot three inch stature lifting her high off the ground. He twirled her once or twice, and then with a kiss on the cheek, he set her down. She looked up to her massively tall father, and smiled brighter than the sun. The two, looked perfectly alike. She was indeed her father's daughter. Both of them held features that would make most green with envy. Her father, was very handsome. With a well built frame, and broad shoulders, he stood tall and proud. His face was kind, and always shaved smooth. His hair, was black, matching his daughter's and always slicked back in that professionally dreamy fashion. Her father had the bluest of eyes, as did Izzy, and a kind face. Both had fairer skin than usual, but both seemed to hold a radiance that couldn't be matched. And then came the smile. That charming smile, pearly white, and perfectly straight. It was a boyish smile, adding a young charm to the already amazing smile that this man had. He was indeed the type of man that would have any woman melting within his incredibly strong, yet gentle arms. And Izzy was the little girl whose looks melted the hearts of others, and had all the little boys in her grade questioning the true danger of cooties.

"Oh my darling how beautiful do you look. And might I add, that your rehearsal last night was absolutely stunning. I know I said that last night, but I felt it was good enough that I must state it again." he said, kneeling down in his very expensive suit, only to flick his wrist. A beautiful yellow rose appeared within his hand then, and he handed it to the overly delighted girl. Sure, he worked in a very strict business, holding the title of the professional businessman, but he always seemed to have time for his daughter, and he always had a passion for magic. The little girl took the rose from him, bringing it to her face to inhale the wonderful scent of the flower. "It's beautiful daddy, thank you." she said softly, smiling ever so brightly at her father. She took in a gentle breath and lifted her hands up, signalling she wanted to be lifted. "Dance with me daddy!" she called out. And her father quickly complied, happy to do as his daughter had asked. He scooped her up and then stood tall, beginning to move across the floor, twirling and spinning his daughter with ease. The two were engulfed in happiness and laughter soon enough, drowning out the classical music. Then a voice echoed out, drowning out both the music and the laughter. It was a voice that should have never been in that memory, simply because it was the voice of a being who hadn't even been a part of Izzy's life at the time. But there it came, interrupting the most peaceful dream she had in a very long time.'

"Izzy...Izzy wake up. Izzy open your eyes..."

The voice was strong, and yet it was kind. It was the voice of her guardian, Roo, who had awoken from his slumber. The large, beautiful deer stared down three men hoovering over the sleeping girl. She had ear buds in, and so she had not heard them approaching. Roo, sensed danger, and his senses were almost always right, and so he decided to wake the girl.

Izzy's eyes slowly opened, the beautiful sky blue orbs finally revealing themselves. She started to stir, stretching out her little body, before wiping some strands of deep pink hair out of her eyes. It was then she realized there were three young men hoovering over her with dangerously sinister smiles upon their faces. She jumped at the sight squeaking softly as she, pulled the ear buds from her ears quickly. Rolling up the headphones, she shoved them in her pocket, standing immideatly after. She let out a soft squeak as two of them spread out, until she was encircled. It was in those moments that Roo stood, letting out a warning huff. The first boy took two steps forward, bringing himself close to Izzy. Too close for comfort. But she couldn't move back. Her eyes gazed down, but she was forced to look him in the eyes when he tilted her chin up. She was scared. Terrified beyond all reason. She hated it when things like this happened, and for some reason they seemed to happen rather often for this delicate young girl. She could feel her hands start to tremble a little bit. Her heart rate started to increase quickly, and then the boy spoke.

"Heyyy. What's a pretty girl like you sleeping on the floor for? That's a cool deer you got there... Tell me, what's your name?" he asked, running his thumb along her upper cheek. Little Izzy cringed, but didn't jerk away. She'd dealt with guys like this before and knew that if she did anything against their actions, they'd get violent. And she knew she couldn't handle that. She took in a breath. Her scared, sky blue eyes stared into the almond eyes of the boy before her. "I-Izzy.." she said softly, her voice meek, and fearful. She tried really hard not to sound scared, but that was near impossible. The boy smirked. "Oh really? Izzy? That's such a cool name... I'm Jace... So listen. If you don't have a room here, I do... You can share my bed." he said, devious intentions laced behind a seemingly innocent offer. Izzy knew what he meant. And so she offered a weak smile. "No...Thank you...That's really nice of you... But listen... I have to go walk my deer now so... Thanks again for the offer." she said meekly. And with that, she called her deer, and she slipped through the men, praying they would just accept her answer. But as she made her way through the men, her wrist was caught, and she was flung back quickly, being slammed against the nearest wall. She let out a soft squeak as pain radiated throughout her back as it let out a violent crack. Izzy was too delicate to be treated like this. Her trembling become much more violent with this. The two other approached, closing her in against the wall from both sides. The first boy came centimeters away from her face, his hot breath against her face made goosebumps cover her skin. She closed her eyes and turned her face away.

"Please don't do this...Please let me go..."

Her request was simple, and it was sincere. She sounded utterly terrified. It was a plea that should have melted these boys' hearts. But instead, it only egged them on. It was a reaction opposite of the one she wanted. The two boys held her wrists against the wall, while the first boy ran his rough hands up her legs. He let out a dark laugh at her plea. "Aw. Don't be scared. We won't hurt you... We just wanted to have a good time." he said softly. He reached up with one hand, grabbing her face and turning it towards him. He swiped some hair out of her face. "Don't struggle. You're just..." he stopped himself and brought his lips to her own. She cringed and tried to scream though she couldn't with this scum's lips on her own, and with that, Roo acted. With another huff, he turned quickly, bucking the first guy in the side. His rock hard hooves slammed into his side with a force that would break a rib or two. The boy went flying a few feet, and the others released Izzy out of shock. Roo slammed his hooves against the floor, demonstrating he would do the same to the other two. And with a nod of his head, he quickly ordered Izzy to flee.

"Izzy run!"

Izzy was in shock for a few seconds, but with Roo's command, Izzy nodded in response to the order, and then she darted off. Izzy was out of that room within a matter of seconds. Luckily for little Izzy, she was extremely quick. Roo was not far behind. She ran towards the deck, not sure where else to go. She heard the guys yelling after her, and they sounded mad. A sob escaped her lips at that. She was so scared. Tears had welled up in her eyes, and now they were streaming down her face at a quick rate. She burst out onto the deck, and she looked back as she ran. Breathing heavily she turned the corner and ran to the opposite side. She kept looking back, making sure that not only Roo was following her, but she was also ensuring that the boys weren't catching up. She could hear the door she'd burst out of open again, and then she heard their footsteps. A gasp escaped her lips as she continued to run. Her little legs were carrying her far, and she thought that perhaps for a second, she might make it to safety. Izzy started to turn her head to face forward. All she seen was a figure, and then...

"Oh no!" she cried.

B A M !

Her little body slammed into another body. Izzy had been running so fast, that she knocked herself, and whatever she had run into down with quite a force. Now she wished she would have turned her head forward just a few seconds earlier so she would have missed. Luckily, she weighed very little and probably hadn't caused any damage to the person she had knocked into. She hit the floor with a loud thud, and she hit that floor very hard, and again pain radiated through out her delicate little body. She heard the other body hit the floor too with a just as loud thud. Izzy felt helpless. She took in a deep breath and laid there for a few seconds, feeling pathetic, the pain was awful. Roo approached and quickly nudged her to get up. She was in danger. Izzy sat up with Roo's gentle coaxing. She could hear the guys yelling and still coming. A distressed croak escaped her lips a she started to sob much more violently. Her eyes went to the body next to her, and she realized that she had run into a girl. Izzy was trembling so horridly, she couldn't move. She stared at the girl, her sky blue eyes wide with horror and shock. She was obviously terrified. Her mouth opened, slacking stupidly for a few moments in shock. But with another huff from Roo, she remembered her manners.

"Oh! I'm... I.. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-- I.. I was just running...I...I'm so sorry!"

The guys' yelling got louder as did their approaching footsteps, breaking up Izzy's nearly incoherent apology. After spilling out her broken apology, Izzy covered her face with her hands and sobbed heavily, tears streaming down her face. She wasn't sure what else she could possibly do. Her fear simply over took her actions. Her deep pink hair fell into her pale face as she sat there. She was trembling quite badly, her hands shaking as she covered her face in fear. She didn't want to see the boys approaching her, she didn't want to know what was coming. She was too scared to look, too scared to move. It almost looked like the poor girl were about to die from a heart attack of fear. The guys were coming, and there was absolutely nothing that she could do.

She was doomed.

But what came next was unexpected. It shocked Izzy more than the entire situation she was in. Instead of angry yells, or a violent threat, Izzy received a smile from the girl she'd run into. Well, this was different. The girl was...Beautiful. And she was kind. Izzy stared up at the girl as she hopped up, brushing it off with ease, and then the girl spoke.

"Don’t worry about it kid, accidents happen all the time!"

Izzy's jaw slacked again as she stared at this girl from between her fingers. She almost really wanted to ask her if she was serious. Her hands slowly slid down her face, and fell into her lap as the shock on her face was finally revealed. This was much different than the reaction she normally got, which was clear by how thrown of she was. The girl then extended her hand, and she temporarily forgot about the men. Izzy stared at the girl's hand for a moment, lips twitching into a smile at the wink. Izzy took her hand and allowed the girl to help her up. Then Izzy seen the anger flare within the girl's peridot eyes, and for a second Izzy thought that anger was directed towards her. The girl rose her hand to Izzy, and Izzy flinched, expecting a slap or a punch. But instead, the girl simply pushed Izzy behind her. What was she doing? Izzy looked at the girl, staying behind her. The guys came to a sliding halt, and Izzy let out a scared, and meek squeal at their appearance. Roo walked behind them too, eyeing the wolf carefully at first, but showing no emotion towards it. He simply stood next to Izzy, nuzzling his head under one of her arms for comfort. He wasn't scared, but he knew that she was. And Izzy only responded by wrapping her other arm around the deer, hugging his neck, her face pushing into his fur as she sobbed softly. Her little legs wobbled, knees shaking in fear. The same boy who had spoken to her, spoke to the girl who was protecting her. He called her pretty, and in a manner that made Izzy shudder, and only sob harder than she had been before. She almost seemed as if she were hyperventilating. She could almost swear her skin burned where he had touched her. That was how disgusted she felt about the whole situation.

She managed to muster up the courage to pull her face out of Roo's neck to watch, not sure what the girl in front of her had done to cause the man's sneer to widen. She watched as his eyes looked up and down the girl, and she let out another disgusted shudder. Men like that were nothing more than scum. Worthless bags of wasted human matter. She watched as the girl put her hand on her hip, not saying anything... Oh how strong she must have been to restrain herself in those moments. But what was she doing? The guy then asked if this girl was her friend, and she cringed at how he said her name. The girl stayed silent, and then she nodded. But... But... This girl wasn't her friend. They didn't even know each other. Why was this girl lying? Why was she even sticking up for her? It was not only moments ago that Izzy had full on run into the girl, knocking her down, and now this girl was standing up for her, and claiming to be her friend without even knowing her... Perhaps she was in the presence of an angel... The guy again offered for both of them to come to his room now. Again, Izzy shuddered, gripping onto Roo just a little tighter. She felt like falling over. Like passing out. But at the same time she wanted to vomit. The girl still said nothing. The guys approached and Izzy let out another squeal, her sobs and crying becoming quickened at this. He repeated his question when he was close to the girl. And then, he rose his hand. Izzy's eyes widened at what happened next. The girl had caught this man's wrist, in mid air. Izzy's jaw slacked again. [Anna seemed to have a knack for causing that to happen already], as Izzy watched what happened next. The guy laughed, thinking that this girl would be easily taken down. But Izzy had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy. She could just sense the girl's strength. Izzy had seen it in those beautiful peridot eyes. And then, he asked for her name before threatening to break her. What came next, wasn't pleasant for the guy, or Izzy.

C R A C K ~

Izzy cringed and her stomach lurched at the sickening sound of the man's arm snapping, his bone shattering. And then he screamed, and Izzy's hands went right to her ears. Luckily the scream was cut off as the girl kicked him in that not so happy place. The girl held him up by the bad arm and whispered something to the boy. Izzy hadn't heard it herself, but it scared her all the same. This girl, was terrifying, and utterly amazing. Then the girl spoke to the wolf, telling her to sick one of the boys, and with that the wolf was flying towards one of the men. With that, came more screaming. Izzy's hands returned to her ears and she started to sob some more. Oh how she hated screaming. Roo then lowered himself, tugging on Izzy's shirt as he went, lowering her too, knowing all too well she'd probably faint if she kept standing. The girl leaned into the massive, strong deer, crying and sobbing. She wanted the screaming to stop. It was the worst thing she had heard in a very long time. Izzy however, could not pry her eyes from Anna, and so she continued to watch in awe as Anna single handed took down the other guy, even catching his punch in mid-air. She was extraordinary, fierce, and probably the scariest thing Izzy had ever seen. But Izzy absolutely adored it. Sure, all this violence was causing Izzy to have a near heart attack experience, but that was okay. This girl before Izzy was beating the s**t out of these guys, and all because she was standing up for the terrified Izzy. And that was more than anyone else had done for her in years. Izzy greatly appriciated this amazing amount of kindness. Anna then approached the man, taunting him before tripping him. He fell on his face, and through her sobs, emerged an ever so slight giggle as the man's greasy face met the floor.

The girl then called to her wolf, who finally stopped gnawing on the other poor guy's arm. And luckily for Izzy there was no blood, or she probably would have lost it then. The girl's strength astounded Izzy. Oh how she wished she could be like that. But she wasn't, and never would be. She was a pathetic, worthless girl who couldn't even handle a horror movie, let alone a real fight where she had to do more than just sob in the corner while someone else handled it for her. She ordered the guy on the floor to stay on the ground while they took their leave. Izzy figured that he had probably had less of a beating than the rest, seeing as how he went up against a wolf, rather than the terrifyingly strong Anna. And then Izzy noticed something in what the girl had said. She had called Izzy her friend. Did she really think Izzy was her friend? She couldn't possibly... Could she? Roo stood, supporting Izzy and helping her stand up as well while the girl named Annabelle Lee approached them. Izzy was a sobbing, crying mess, and she was trembling horridly. The girl stated they should leave, and with that, the girl laced her arm within Izzy's, and she lead her away from the men. Izzy stared at the ground, her free arm resting on Roo as he walked alongside her. He nudged her, and she rose her tear ridden eyes to the girl.

"Thanks for doing that... It was... Well... I would have been doomed if you hadn't..." she couldn't even bring herself to say it. "Just thanks. It means the world to me..." she said softly, giving the girl a weak, frail smile. Izzy's words rang with a pure sincerity that could not be faked, or matched. She was just so...Pure. Her intentions were true, and she wore her feelings on her sleeve. Izzy's smile was returned to her, as the girl deemed Anna grinned at her. Izzy was then reassured that it wasn't a problem and that the guys deserved it. And yet, there was still a little part of Izzy that felt bad about the whole ordeal. She didn't enjoy violence, and that, mixed in with that heart of gold made it near impossible not to feel bad for those boys. But Izzy simply tried to push those thoughts from her head and focus on something else. Luckily for Izzy, Anna had started to sing a song. It was cheerful, and helped quite a bit in calming Izzy down. By the time that they got to the stables, Izzy's tears had stopped for the most part, and her trembling had been reduced to an occasional shiver. Izzy's hands rested on Roo as she listened to the cute french boy talk to Anna. Izzy was slightly shocked, and embarassed by how Anna had flirted with the boy. But it was only because she could never see herself doing something like that. She could never be that confident in herself, and it was a feature that Izzy really started to admire in the girl who had saved her. Though, Izzy didn't think she would ever be able to do such a thing even if she were confident. Anna seemed like the girl who would flirt with almost any boy, either for fun or to get what she wanted. Izzy could never pull on someone's heartstrings for her own benefit. She would just feel awful doing that. She knew what it felt like...

Izzy could figure out that they were going to leave the animals in the stables, and she looked at Roo, who looked back at her. A concerned huff escaped the large deer as he signalled that he wasn't too sure of this idea. Roo was extremely protective of Izzy and he didn't like leaving her alone, especially with a stranger. He let out a low noise, that sounded kind of like a groan. Boy this deer had some human like features. The concern was almost swimming in his deep, black eyes as he looked at Izzy, nudging her slightly.

"Izzy, I'm not sure about this..."

Izzy's eyes glittered as a slight smile formed on her lips. And she simply spoke to Roo, making it seem as if she just liked talking out loud to animals, which she did. She ran her fingers through Roo's fur, ruffling it affectionately as she smiled. "It's okay Roo. We're just going to go hang out for a bit and we'll come right back when we're done. I promise. I'll bring you back some really good veggies for you too, I'm sure they have something you'd like. Just promise to be good for me, and stay out of trouble." she said, kissing the side of the deer's face. The deer, bowed his head for a moment, and then nuzzled into her face, dragging his tongue along the side of her cheek, returning her kiss. Izzy giggled, wiping her cheek with her hoodie sleeve before letting go of Roo. Roo then moved away, and found himself a nice place to lay down, getting comfortable. He was very patient. Plus, a little relaxation never did any harm. He watched calmly as the wolf seemed to hesitate in staying as well. She pulled on the girl named Anna's pantleg. Though with a few pets from the girl, the wolf seemed to finally accept it. The wolf them padded her way over to Roo, who allowed her to lay down next to him. He looked at her for a moment, before huffing upon the wolf, his breath blowing off a few bits of hair from her fur. It was an act of kindness, to show he had nothing against the wolf, and then, he lowered his head upon his long legs, one of his ears flicking lazily. He watched as Anna linked arms with Izzy, and spoke some last reassuring words.

"Have fun Izzy. You'll be fine..."

And with that, his voice faded from her head, and he watched his companion leave. Izzy looked back at Roo when he spoke to her, but she said nothing in response. She smiled faintly at Anna who continued her song as they walked to the food court. Izzy couldn't help but to smile at Anna as she swayed, and sang. She was so happy, seemingly so carefree. It was almost as if nothing in the world could hold Anna back. She was a free spirit. It was something that Izzy really respected and admired in Anna. Those were features that Izzy could only dream of having. The confidence, the happiness, the carefree attitude. They were all features Izzy understood that she'd never have. Anna was everything that Izzy would never be able to be, and all Izzy could do, was admire her for it. Envy didn't exsist in this girl. In fact, she was growing rather fond of Anna, and quickly. There was just something about Anna, that made little Izzy feel safe and secure. It comforted her, and Izzy felt so much better around Anna. She could tell that Anna was a good person, especially how she had stuck up for her not even knowing the situation. The sincerity within those kind, peridot eyes made Izzy feel as if all her worries could simply melt away. She giggled as Anna broke free from their arm linkage, and danced about, continuing to sing as she did. Izzy watched in amusement as this girl danced and sang so happily. It was quite the sight. And then Anna spoke, telling Izzy to cheer up.

“Cheer up kid! Didn’t you ever hear Bob Marley? Ever little thing, is gonna be allright.”

Izzy smiled at that and nodded. Anna was right. She really should try to cheer up. The guys were gone and beaten to a bloody, bruised pulp, she and Roo were both okay, and she was now with a girl who made Izzy feel safe. Izzy was so lost in these thoughts, that when Anna took her hands, she was rather surprised. A soft squeak emerged from the girl's lips as Anna took her hands and began to dance with her, but that squeak simply turned into a series of giggles as she danced with Anna. Now Izzy certainly didn't have the hips, nor the seductive factors that Anna had, but Izzy sure as hell could keep a beat. She had the blood of a dancer flowing through her little body and it showed in those moments. She didn't miss a beat, her feet sliding ever so gracefully across the deck of the boat. It was most certainly the most fun that little Izzy had experienced in a long time. Yeah, this Anna girl was most certainly growing on little Izzy, and very quickly. Izzy had crashed into Anna's life, literally, and here Anna was comforting her, and tearing down all of Izzy's barriers and walls as she went. This girl was most certainly an amazing one, and it was astounding Izzy at how quickly she was starting to become fond of this girl. Not that she minded.

Their dancing stopped just in time with the song, and then Anna opened the door for Izzy, bowing as she went. Izzy giggled at this as well, walking in and pausing only a few feet away from the door as she waited for Anna. She only continued to the food court when Anna was again by her side. The two made their way to a small round table. Anna allowed Izzy to sit down first, by which she uttered a soft thank you. Anna sat down across from her, and Izzy smiled. Goodness, she was beautiful. Anna had eyes that reminded Izzy of the forests back home, lush, green, and full of life. Annabelle was probably the most beautiful girl that Izzy had ever seen. And she was also the coolest. Izzy then noticed the waitress coming, and reached into her pocket. She was going to order for the both of them and pay, it was indeed the least she could do. After all that Anna had done for Izzy, little Izzy felt as if she had to do something to repay her. But Anna was too quick, and with a grin she ordered one of those big cookies, hot cocoa, and green tea. Now Izzy felt even worse. She would pay. She had to. It was only the right thing to do. Anna spoke to her, saying that she hoped she liked cookies. At Anna's explanation of the kinds of cookies that they had there, she could hear her stomach let out a monstrous growl. It was ferocious, and shocking. Izzy's cheeks went cherry red as she covered her stomach. Izzy was almost always hungry. She didn't understand it herself. She could out eat most men in eating contests, yet she was tiny. She looked at Anna, embarassed by her monstrous hunger.

"Sorry...Heh...It just sounds really good." she said, flashing a cute grin.

Izzy watched as Anna leaned back in her chair and began to think about things. Izzy was curious as to what Anna was thinking about, but Izzy didn't have the courage to ask. And so she simply looked down, staring at the table silently as she allowed Anna to think. Luckily, for Izzy Anna didn't stay quiet for too long. She spoke, and Izzy looked up, her eyes meeting with Anna's. Silently, Izzy listened.

“So. Your name is Izzy? Pretty name. I’m Annabelle. Listen, Izzy. First rule of female travel is – Never give a boy with teeth that yellow your name. A girl as pretty as you is liable to get into a bunch of trouble with guys like that, and giving them your name doesn’t ever help your case. Second rule – A girl as pretty as you should never travel alone. At the very you should have some mace. Some men are wicked beings, who will take what they want – Especially when you don’t want to give it.”

Izzy listened intently to Annabelle's words, taking it all in like a giant sponge to water. She would nod occasionally, to show she was still listening, plus it was only the polite thing to do. She could tell by Anna's tone of voice, that she was only trying to help her out. Izzy really appriciated that. She smiled faintly at Anna when she was finished, and she nodded, showing that she did indeed agree. She looked down again, feeling a tad nervous on the whole subject though. One of her pale fingers reached up and she drug it along the table, making little shapes and stuff as if she were drawing. It was indeed a nervous habit. Izzy put words together within her head, and then again she rose up her head, eyes meeting with Annabelle's, and she spoke ever so softly.

"Annabelle? That's a really pretty name. Yeah... I know. I don't really do well in situations like that... I panic pretty easily as I'm sure you've noticed, and generally I have enough time to just book it out of there. But they woke me up, so it was rather unexpected...I'm not pretty though but thanks. They only do that 'cause I'm weak. It's pretty obvious too." she said, pausing to look down at herself. "And I would use the mace, but that generally makes people scream. I can't stand screaming. I'd travel with someone... If I had someone to travel with... I... I don't really have any friends or anything. It's just Roo and me. He is my only friend really. He takes good care of me...But he knows that he can't be fighting with all kinds of people... He could get hurt." she said, eyes falling to the floor at the mentioning of her lack of friends. She then pulled the money out of her pocket as she seen the waitress approaching, and she stood quickly. She met the waitress and handed her enough money, before taking the things and returning to the table with a smile. "It was the least I could do...After all you've done for me..." she said softly.

Izzy was just about to take a bite of her icecream topped cookie when Anna asked where it was she was going. She paused, eyes rolling up to Anna as she pulled the cookie away from her mouth. She took in a breath. "I'm going to Oregon. Where are you headed to?" she said simply, before taking a bite of the cookie. Now, for someone Izzy's size, one would not expect Izzy to be able to finish off the cookie. She seemed like the kind of girl who could only eat half a salad if she were very hungry. Izzy was the exact opposite. Izzy was an endless pit when it came to food. She loved to eat food, and she loved to make food. Izzy made those men in eating contests look like dainty little things. She was a polite eater, but she demolished that cookie with no problem, not missing a beat. The cookie had started out around the size of her head, if not larger, and within a good ten minutes Izzy was already done with it, and busy polishing off the hot cocoa. She finished that off quickly, and when she pulled her face away, she had a dab of whipped cream on her nose, sprinkles and all. Izzy gasped when she realized this and quickly wiped her face off with a napkin, letting out perhaps one of the most adorable squeaks possible. Her face went a shade of pink that was quite similar to the color of her hair, before she gave a slight grin. "That cookie was delicious. Thank you." she said softly, giving out a soft giggle.

Izzy discovered that Annabelle was going to the same place she was, and Izzy couldn't be more delighted. They spent the next two and a half hours together, before they made port. And then with that they gathered their things, and went and got Roo and the Dezzie. Izzy was far too delighted in being reunited with Roo to notice Annabelle giving the poor boy another kiss. But she didn't mind. The four of them were wandering about a small town soon enough, and Izzy was just plain happy to be there. She trusted Roo and knew that he would not lead her anywhere that she didn't need to go. She almost didn't notice when Dezzie started running off, but luckily the wolf barked which brought Izzy out of her daze. Her sky eyes met with the peridot eyes of Anna, and as Anna smirked she ran off after the wolf. Izzy took in a breath, and she too darted off, Roo following que. Izzy was quick, very quick. Her little feet and short strides made it seem as if Izzy wouldn't make a good runner, but she was. She was athletic, every muscle in her body toned to be fit. She was a dancer. And she had to have that kind of stamina. She caught up to Anna almost effortlessly, but she didn't go any farther. She only ran alongside Anna. Izzy sensed the pain before Dezzie and Anna knew what was going on, and she stopped dead at the alleyway as if she knew what was there before she had even seen it. Anna and Dezzi skidded to a halt, as Roo stood next to her. Izzy's eyes were wide, and her jaw slacked. Some poor boy was being beaten up by seven other boys. They had a bat and a pipe and with each hit, Izzy could hear, and feel the boy being broken. Her hands went to her mouth as she let out a gasp.

"Roo..."

She could say no more to her gaurdian before Anna interrupted her thoughts, telling her to hide. Izzy looked at Anna as she popped her neck and fingers. She gave a nod and ran for cover behind a near by dumpster, Roo following her. The two hunched down. She could look into the alley that way, and not be noticed. She would not run far. She had to stick close. She already knew that by the time Anna was finished beating the living crap out of those awful boys that the one hurt boy would need medical attention and quickly. Izzy was the only person who could probably give it to him in a very quick time. If it came down to it, Izzy may be the only one able to save the boy's life. Izzy's thoughts were shattered as Anna called out to the boys in a voice that made little Izzy shudder. She took in a breath, preparing herself for what she knew was coming. She knew all too well what was going to happen. Having seen and heard what Anna had done to the three boys tormenting her, Izzy knew what would happen. She set her bags down, and cuddled up close to Roo, trying to be as strong as she could. She heard one of the boys back talking to Anna, but it didn't seem to phase Anna. Izzy peered out for only a second, only to see Anna's fist slam into the bat weilding boy's nose. He shouted and Izzy squeaked, popping back behind the dumpster, hands covering her ears like a terrified child being scolded. Oh dear. Here it came, again.

She seemed to have covered her ears just in time, as she heard another bone crack, and then a scream be muffled through her hands. That cookie was starting to churn in her stomach, and now Izzy was contemplating on whether or not it had been a good idea to eat it. She just hoped that all this would go quickly, because it was already becoming too much for her to handle. Another crack, and another scream later, Izzy found herself sobbing again, tears striking her beautiful sky eyes. She reached up and pulled her white hood over her head, in an attempt to hide away from what she was hearing. She dare not look at what was going on. She could hear it all just fine, despite her best efforts to try and block it all out. After the screaming stopped, Izzy did manage to peer out. It was only then she noticed Anna...Engulfing herself in flames. Izzy's eyes widened even further as she gasped. Anna had powers....Wait...Anna had powers!? She looked to the wolf and then she looked to Roo. The wolf was Anna's gaurdian, just like Roo was her own. That was why they were both going to the same place. She felt pathetic. She couldn't do that. She couldn't do anything even close to that. All she could do was heal people, and transfer pain and energy. Ugh. She was pathetic! Anna spoke to the boy, and then he ran off. It was in those moments, that Izzy stood, waiting for her chance to go and help the boy. Sure, she couldn't be as much help to him as Anna had just been, but she had to do something. She'd already proved herself worthless enough...

Anna ran over to the boy, and she stayed there for a moment. Izzy looked to Roo, and with a nod from her companion she too darted off for the boy. She hopped and darted her way through the mass of the boys Anna had basically slaughtered, and soon was next to Anna. She was on her knees as well, her hood covering her delicate face at first. She watched as Anna pulled off his mask, and Izzy was blown away by what she seen. The boy's face was...Beautiful. Why would he hide it behind such a mask? She would have gasped, had she felt like she was able to breathe. Izzy felt her cheeks burning a deep red at the sight, but then she remembered that he was horridly hurt. She pulled her hood back from her face, revealing her own beautiful face. Deep sky eyes fell upon the boy, as she took in a breath. She reached out touching him for just a second, before her hand jerked away. He was hurt, bad. She could just feel it. He then tried to struggle away from Anna, and it was in those moments Izzy looked at Anna. Her eyes were filled with tears. But Izzy's eyes were no longer frail in those moments. There was now a fire within her own eyes, glittering with her tears. It was strong, and it was perhaps the most comforting gaze one could ever see. She put a hand on Anna's shoulder, smiling faintly, signalling that things would be okay. She then turned her attention to the boy, sitting down so she was in front of him. Izzy spoke then, her voice having lost it's frailty, it's weaknesses in those moments. And what replaced her weakness, was the kindness, the care in her voice. It was soothing and sweet, and would melt the hearts of the coldest men.

"It's okay...We are not here to hurt you... You're hurt, badly. I can help..." she said softly.

She then reached out, swiping some of his red hair out of his face. She seemed to be looking over him. Her hands drifted over his body, hovering a few centimeters above his skin so she wasn't actually touching him. When she came across a broken bone, or a bad injury, her hand would stop, and she would focus for just a moment, and then continue. It was like she was simply looking at him through an X-ray or something. She could simply feel where the pain was worst, and with that she could identify what it was. This took a few moments, and while Izzy was concentrating, the kindness never left her face. She took in a breath, and her eyes returned to the boy's eyes. There was something calming swimming within the sea of her sky eyes. She pulled off her white hoodie quickly, showing a simple blue tank top that matched the color of her eyes. It clung to her delicate body, showing that she actually did have curves, and the body of a dancer. She wrapped the hoodie around him as best as she could, and then she went to work. She gave him a slight smile, that showed he could trust her, and then her hands reached out. She simply grabbed one of his hands, within her smooth, warm ones, and she clutched it gently. And then she closed her eyes, and held her breath, focusing. And then came the glow. It was a slight glow at first, simply emerging from her fingertips, but it engulfed her hands soon, and then her eyes opened, and they too were glowing. Not as brightly, but the already magnificent blue of her eyes had been enhanced, and her eyes were glittering ever so beautifully.

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