Name: Isadora Olivier
Age: 30
Physical Extras:
Sexuality: Bisexual
Three Good Traits:
Courageous
It takes guts to question the system and pursue your inquiries, and that's what Isadora has. If she ever met one, she'd stand up to a bear (and die, but hey at least she tried.)
Strategic
Isadora isn't stupid, she knows when to act and when to be a sheep. However, Isadora tends to be a lone wolf, as she doesn't want to be responsible for anyone else. She doesn't actively discourage her students, but she only hints at them to follow their hearts, and if they get her metaphors and similes, more power to them, but if they don't...Eh.
Open Minded
Isadora will try anything once, and she's never too quick to judge people, especially if they're her students.
Three Flaws:
Hard Headed
Unfortunately, Isadora never takes 'no' for an answer. Sure she might nod along and pretend to be docile, but you can bet she's just thinking of new ways to work around her obstacles.
Snide
Isadora has a tendency to deliver passive aggressive comments to those who piss her off, and if she can't get away with dissing them, she'll do little things to inconvenience them. Like dropping the door in the face of a woman holding a pie. If she hadn't criticized Isadora's teaching methods, maybe that wouldn't have happened, who knows?
Inquisitive
Curiosity is second nature to Isadora, and she finds it hard to just stop at one answer. She likes to inspect things, and look at it from all sides. She's can't be satisfied if someone just gives her the answer, she has to figure it out herself.
BEFORE
Place of Residence: Washington D.C
Marital Status: Engaged (literally about to get married actually)
Family:
Derek Mason (Ex-Fiance/44/Assumed to be Alive)
David Babineaux (Father/58/Assumed to be Alive)
Josephine Babineaux (Step Mother/53/Assumed to be Alive)
Occupation: Environmental Rights Activist
Who was president when you came to Cascade Falls?: George W. Bush
NOW
Marital Status: Married
Occupation: High School Teacher
Family:
Neil Olivier (Husband/37/Alive) [Neil isn't really her husband, he was her chauffeur/bodyguard. But she is unaware of this.]
How long have you lived in Cascade Falls?: 7 Years
Have you ever tried to leave?: Yes
Have you ever been to the fence?: Yes
IN-CHARACTER WRITING SAMPLE
Everyone was staring at her. And they were all smiling. Ever last one of them. Just smiling, tears in their eyes, some of them had their hands clasped and were staring at her adoringly. And in the front...At the altar stood Derek. He was smiling, his eyes glittering but not with tears.
Isadora found that she couldn't stop looking at him, but not in adoration. Not with love. Not even with apprehension. She felt herself tensing and her breaths becoming shallower. Beside her, her father gripped her arm tightly, seeming to know what she was feeling but unwilling to give her what she wanted. After all, he benefited from this union even more than Derek did.
Derek Mason and Isadora Babineaux. The union of the century. The rebel daughter of the hardhearted politician marrying the up and coming business magnate. Life after marriage would be...Would be...Would--
"I can't."
The grip on her arm became impossible tight, and she winced. "
What?" Her father hissed out of the side of his mouth. He couldn't even break character for a second. He couldn't pull her aside, comfort her and ease her fears like a normal father. Just for a second. One second. What had happened to him? When did he stop giving her hugs and start treating her like an insubordinate employee?
"I can't do this. I don't
want to do this." She repeated, a little louder this time. The guests closest to them turned around in confusion, unsure of what to do with the information they just received.
"Isadora." Her father growled. "Stop being a child, and keep walking." Her took a few big steps forward, pulling her along with him. She dug her heels into the ground, nearly losing her balance.
"No!" Her cry of protest pierced the air like a bullet and suddenly the church was in turmoil. Her father turned on her, his face contorted into a terrifying mask of outrage and disgust. He still hadn't released her arm. His fingers were digging into her skin...
"David, please. Just give us a second. I'll talk to her." Warm hands separated her father's claws from her skin, and her step-mother led her out of the church and around back. Their walk was short and ended on a narrow gravel road where a sleek black car was waiting.
"I don't understand..." Isadora began.
Her step-mother chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "From the day I met you, I knew this wouldn't be your life. But I knew you were always too afraid of your father to act out," She shot her a knowing smile. "Well at least in public. Now this is your chance. Your father will give us about fifteen minutes to 'talk', so go with Neil, he's a good man and he'll take care of you. Go to Paris, join the peace corps, do whatever it is that feels right to
you. I'll take care of your father. Come back after a few months when everything has died down."