Isabella St. James
Name: Isabella St. James
Place and Date of Birth: La Rochell France, Early 14th century
Age: 600+
Appears: 23
Status: Vampire
Creator: Miea Lamorsa; Witchcraft
Character background: Isabella St.James was the eldest out of ten children born to
Vincent and Tieana St.James in the small town of La Rochell France.
Isabella's family was very poor and could barely find enough food to
keep all ten children and two grown adults alive. At the age of 16
she went off on her own knowing that she more burden to her family
then anything else. She was lucky in the fact that she had one god
given talent that could pay her way trough France and then some, she
had the voice of an angel.
It didn't take her to long to find steady work at all once she reached
Paris, the first place she sang for grabbed her up and soon she was
singing for the finest people around. Unknown to Isabella however,
was that not everybody was so adoring as she thought. She failed to
think of the fact that there could have been someone just as talented
that held the spotlight before her.
Miea Lamorsa had been the highest praised singer in all of France for
many years and in her eyes that fame would never end, that is up
until Isabella made her entrance. Almost overnight the tides turned,
Miea was no longer considered the best or the most beautiful. Instead
of hearing her name on others lips she was forced to stand back and
listen to a new name, Isabella.
If she had known just how far Miea would go for revenge Isabella
would have never taken her first steps onto the stage. Miea was more
then just a mere singer, she was also an extremely powerful witch and
she did not take well to others stealing the spotlight from her in
the least. She could have simply killed Isabella and left it alone,
but no that would have been showing mercy, something Miea had none of.
No she wanted to cause Isabella as much suffering as she could and maker
sure that she could never return to the thing she held closest to her
heart. Drugging up as much black magic as she could muster and
praying to every god of darkness she could think of Miea spent the
good part of a month focusing her energy to make Isabella truly
sorry. It worked only to well, late one night after one of her
performances Isabella was struck with such a blinding pain that she
was brought to her knees. If felt as though red hot flames were licking
their way through out her body she would have scrammed out in pain but
even that was impossible as she had no air to draw into her lungs.
Eventually the pain turned into a numbness and she slowly sank into
darkness unable to claw her way out again. She did not see the
grinning form of Miea sulking in the shadows near by nor did she
stir when she was dragged into the forest and buried deep with in the
earth. When Isabella Finlay awakened it was to a face full of dirt,
screaming and clawing her way to the surface it took her a while to
realize that something was different.
Her Vinson was sharper and she could see hundreds of yards in any
direction she turned, looking down at her muddy hands she saw that
her fingernails had sharpened and grown so that they looked almost
claw like. Dazed and confused she stumbled up to her feet not
knowing what had happened, thats when the real pain started.
If she had thought the pain from before was bad she was sadly
mistaken, deep in her gut she felt a burning ache the likes of
which she would not wish on anything. Stumbling around looking half
crazed she was struck with yet another pain, this time it came from
her mouth as her canines sharpened and grew longer. If she could
have pushed down the pain long enough she would have stooped and
tried to think about what she was doing but only one thing flashed
continually through her head.
She had to feed and she had to feed now, the fact that she really
shouldn't be thinking about feeding didn't cross her mind. It wasn't
until she had slaughtered three people that what she had become Finlay
sunk into her foggy mind. Covered in blood and dirt Isabella fled from
France that very night on a departing trade ship and has never set
foot in France again, to this day she still has no idea what the cause
behind her turning was.
Personality: Lillyona is a very quite person for the most part
and she rarely speaks with anyone and never gives out her real name.
Usually calm and cool she spends most of her time writing and
composing songs, she no longer sings in public though. Her temper is
quite long and it would take something fairly big to anger her overly
much, but when she does lose her temper she does so completely and is
not safe to be around.