Post by isabella diana divito on Jan 7, 2010 6:40:58 GMT -6
`ISABELLA DIANA DIVITO!
`YOU KNOW IM NOT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU!
NICKNAMES isa, bella, isabee, dv, etc.
AGE seventeem.
GENDER female.
ETHNICITY italian-mexican american.
RELIGON christian.
SEXUALITY heterosexual.
STATUS single.
OCCUPATION OR GRADE high school senior, dance instructor.
PLAYED BY selena gomez.
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`YOU STOLE MY HEART THEN YOU KICKED IT ASIDE!
parents, aunt, jazz, memories, dance, new york city, music, singing, peace, love happiness, sunglasses, specifically ray-bans, ipods, starbucks, friends, law and order, michael jackson, disney movies, writing important things, keeping a calender of important dates, waking up to music, dark hair, smiling, being silly, making people happy, going to class, helping others, including people.
DISLIKES
being sad, anger, loneliness, feeling helpless, feeling useless, being pushed away, pushing people away, excluding people, energy drinks, drugs, smoking, metal music, being used.
FEARS
losing relatives -
her biggest fear has always been to lose people. of course, her fear became reality when her parents passed away when she was fifteen but it still is her fear because the last thing she wants is to lose her aunt and cousin too.
failure -
isabella has so many things that she wants to do with her life and, with those goals comes the fear of not being able to achieve them. it's not the thought of not having the time to achieve them, but rather the irrational fear that maybe, just maybe she's not good enough to reach them.
SECRETS
relationships -
as lovable as isabella is, she's afraid of relationships and therefore, the ones she has had weren't very serious at all. they lasted about a month and it was mostly just like two friends who kissed.
jasmine -
she secretly wishes she was more like her older cousin but not enough to actually change her. it's like, she admires her strength as a person, but she knows that she's best at just being isabella.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]
sweetheart -
isabella comes as sweet as they get. she is probably the sweetest person you will ever meet and the best part is, it's actually true. she doesn't pretend to be sweet, she actually is like that. she has this way of just bringing people together. it's hard to hate her because of her of being, especially when people see it to actually be true and not just an act.
innocent -
for a seventeen year old girl, isabella is very innocent. she understands inappropriate language and dirty jokes and things like that, but chooses not to be involved in them. she's just not drawn to them. this also is why she doesn't drink much or do drugs. that's simply not her scene and she just doesn't get involved in it.
optimistic -
she's extremely optimistic. like, beyond the level of what people usually feel. she holds onto just the smallest of hopes and is always positive that things will get better. she's a firm believer in the saying 'things must get bad before they can get better' and often annoys people when she says it. with the loss of her parents, she feels like optimism is all that she has.
secret-keeper -
the seventeen year old can keep as many secrets as you tell her. she keeps things locked inside a box in her mind so that no matter what, she doesn't tell. the only time that isabella would ever tell someone something is if they were putting themselves or others in danger. she takes things like those seriously and will report things like abuse and such. it's not something to joke about.
closed-off -
although isabella easily trusts people, she doesn't talk about feelings that aren't positive much. she prefers to keep those to herself because the one thing she hates most is burdening people with her feelings. she knows that her mind chances far too easily and so she doesn't want to waste people's time.
child-like mind -
because of the death of her parents, there are moments in which isabella is very child like. she acts silly like if she was five or runs around like if she was three. the over excitement and such connects to this. but this only seems to affect her way of being with her friends and family, not her romantic life.
romance -
although she hasn't had many relationships, they are things she takes seriously. she is a virgin and hasn't had much of a romantic life but it's all by choice. it's not because she isn't ready it's mostly because she doesn't just want a fling. she wants something serious, no matter how much the thought frightens her.
OVERALL APPEARANCE[/b]
scars -
isabella has a thin scar on her forehead from an accident when she was five. she was sliding down the banister of her school when someone called her name and she fell on a sharp object. she also has an odd birth mark on her left hip bone in the shape of a star. as odd as it may be, she finds it endearing and wouldn't want to lose it.
style -
isabella tends to be very tomboy-ish when it comes to her clothing but also very feminine. it really just depends on the day for her. she wears a lot of jeans with a t-shirt and sweater with some sweet nikes. on other days she wears short dresses with adorable flats. but there are four things she is widely known to always have. one, she always wears sunglasses. whether it's raining, snowing, or burning hot, isabella always has a pair of raybans covering her eyes UNLESS she is wearing her dior glasses when she's not wearing her contacts. two, she is always wearing some kind of peace ensemble. always. whether it's her earrings or a necklace, she always has something with a peace sign or the word peace on it. three, her mother's ring engagement ring. it's a ring band with music notes on it. four, the charms bracelet her father gave her for her birthday just before he passed away. no matter what she's wearing, she always has those four things.
tattoos -
her mother was a strong believe in not having tattoos so, in respect for her mother, isabella doesn't have any and is not planning on getting one, ever.
piercings -
she has both of her ears pierced and that's it. she has considered getting her naval pierced before but has never actually acted on it.
HISTORY[/b]
"i was born in new york city. the center of it all as people like to dub it. yup, the beautiful city of new york. i was born on february twenty-third to edoardo and maricela divito. honestly, it was just like any other day of the year for everyone except to my parents because they had just given birth to their one and only daughter. i'm not being vain or anything, but my parents loved me. there has never been a doubt in my mind that my parents loved me. that was all there was to it. they died when i was fifteen years old. a car accident. that killed me. it really did. i was passed onto to the only living family i had, my aunt and cousin in toronto, ontario, canada. i love them so much. i don't know where i would be without them." i'll add to this later on, but for now, consider this app finished (:[/ul]
`WHEN HES INSIDE YOU KNOW THERES NO ROOM FOR ME!
[/font]there wasn't anything that johanna lisette kristoph loved more than the days that she taught at the elementary school as part of her schooling. she loved spending time with the children that had become a part of her and helping them in everything that they did. she knew that at that age, everything was important because it stuck to the children. and so having the chance to have such a strong influence on them was amazing to her. she adored them all like if they were hers because, in a way, they were. they spent several hours with her and their classmates. she became their parent for those hours and it was an amazing feeling to have. an amazing feeling that constantly made her wish for children of her own. but she was young and it wasn't the time. no matter how much she wanted it to be the time.
but for the next three weeks, johanna didn't have school and, because her kids didn't have school, she didn't have a class to teach. where most students would enjoy the time off, johanna didn't. she loved her classes far too much to ever really want to stop them. it made her feel both useless and kind of hollow as well. where jagger and jacqui loved to dance, they never had to stop. jericho and jayson never had to stop playing much. and yet she had to stop teaching. the only really great thing about her time off though was the fact that she spent most of it with eric, her husband. not that anyone knew yet, but he still was. during the three weeks away from school, johanna so far had been spending most of it at his house. she practically lived there and the decision to tell her family was becoming something she could accept. she had to tell them. it was haunting her that she hadn't. she knew her siblings would approve. they all liked eric, for the most part. they knew that after so long with him he would never hurt her. it was really only her parents she was truly worried about. mostly their father. her mother, as much as she would disapprove of how it was done, she would accept it and be happy for her. it was just his reaction she was worried about it.
during the weeks though she had also been volunteering at a local daycare center. although students had two or three weeks off, parents still had to work and therefore they needed to leave their kids somewhere. it was perfect for johanna. she went in whenever she could and got to take care of children. it was perfect for her. and so on that specific day, her morning had been spent there at the daycare center. she spent two hours there doing everything from helping a kid learn to read to playing duck, duck, goose with them. when the time came to leave she happily walked over to her husband's house and spent the rest of the time with him. the time was spent with them doing absolutely nothing but laying in bed together with the television, but it was those moments that she loved most. just him and her and nothing more. because it was all that she needed. considering she hadn't been home in two days though, johanna hesitantly pulled away from his arms. after kissing him goodbye (various different times as she gathered her things), she walked out of his house and onto the streets of new york.
it didn't take her long to walk to the subway station and soon she was walking the rest of the way to the kristoph home. unlike her brothers, she really preferred to walk everywhere. feeling awfully quiet, johanna stepped inside of the house, closing the door behind her in case jaelle was asleep. she walked to the bottom of the stairs and that's when she heard his voice. instantly she felt sick to her stomach. she wanted to vomit and she would have if she wasn't frozen to the spot. "if you're gonna keep dancing, at least do so properly," he growled. she knew something was wrong. it wasn't just the fact that she had taken a class on identifying abuse since she was becoming a teacher, but she knew it. to her knowledge, their father had never spoken to any of them like that. this was all wrong. and so johanna dropped her bag on the floor before running up the stairs. at the word dancing she knew exactly who he had been talking to. she passed her father walking down the stairs and kept running up. part of her told her to stop him but a much larger part told her that she needed to get upstairs. and so she bolted up and straight into her brother's room and she stopped dead as soon as her eyes landed on her brother lying on his bed. her jagger london kristoph.
tears filled her eyes as she slowly moved toward him. "jag..." she whispered because she hadn't really found her voice yet. she reached out to touch him but then pulled her hand back, knowing it would hurt him. she could see the blood on his forehead and there was no doubt in her mind that if he shed his clothes she would find worse things a long his body. "oh my god, jag. i'll be right back, don't move," she said quickly before running out of his room and into her bathroom. her hands were shaking badly so it took her a few tries to open the drawer. she took a deep breath before reaching in and grabbing the first aid kid she had. she grabbed towels, soaking one with water and the rest leaving them dry. she hurried back out and into her brother's room where she dropped everything on his bed. "let me see," she whispered, pulling at his shirt. she knew she didn't want to see but she had too. she also knew that after she had helped him she needed to get a phone. there was no way she was keeping this to herself. there was no fucking way that man would ever get away with hurting one of the people she loved most. there was no fucking way he would ever get away with hurting his son.
but for the next three weeks, johanna didn't have school and, because her kids didn't have school, she didn't have a class to teach. where most students would enjoy the time off, johanna didn't. she loved her classes far too much to ever really want to stop them. it made her feel both useless and kind of hollow as well. where jagger and jacqui loved to dance, they never had to stop. jericho and jayson never had to stop playing much. and yet she had to stop teaching. the only really great thing about her time off though was the fact that she spent most of it with eric, her husband. not that anyone knew yet, but he still was. during the three weeks away from school, johanna so far had been spending most of it at his house. she practically lived there and the decision to tell her family was becoming something she could accept. she had to tell them. it was haunting her that she hadn't. she knew her siblings would approve. they all liked eric, for the most part. they knew that after so long with him he would never hurt her. it was really only her parents she was truly worried about. mostly their father. her mother, as much as she would disapprove of how it was done, she would accept it and be happy for her. it was just his reaction she was worried about it.
during the weeks though she had also been volunteering at a local daycare center. although students had two or three weeks off, parents still had to work and therefore they needed to leave their kids somewhere. it was perfect for johanna. she went in whenever she could and got to take care of children. it was perfect for her. and so on that specific day, her morning had been spent there at the daycare center. she spent two hours there doing everything from helping a kid learn to read to playing duck, duck, goose with them. when the time came to leave she happily walked over to her husband's house and spent the rest of the time with him. the time was spent with them doing absolutely nothing but laying in bed together with the television, but it was those moments that she loved most. just him and her and nothing more. because it was all that she needed. considering she hadn't been home in two days though, johanna hesitantly pulled away from his arms. after kissing him goodbye (various different times as she gathered her things), she walked out of his house and onto the streets of new york.
it didn't take her long to walk to the subway station and soon she was walking the rest of the way to the kristoph home. unlike her brothers, she really preferred to walk everywhere. feeling awfully quiet, johanna stepped inside of the house, closing the door behind her in case jaelle was asleep. she walked to the bottom of the stairs and that's when she heard his voice. instantly she felt sick to her stomach. she wanted to vomit and she would have if she wasn't frozen to the spot. "if you're gonna keep dancing, at least do so properly," he growled. she knew something was wrong. it wasn't just the fact that she had taken a class on identifying abuse since she was becoming a teacher, but she knew it. to her knowledge, their father had never spoken to any of them like that. this was all wrong. and so johanna dropped her bag on the floor before running up the stairs. at the word dancing she knew exactly who he had been talking to. she passed her father walking down the stairs and kept running up. part of her told her to stop him but a much larger part told her that she needed to get upstairs. and so she bolted up and straight into her brother's room and she stopped dead as soon as her eyes landed on her brother lying on his bed. her jagger london kristoph.
tears filled her eyes as she slowly moved toward him. "jag..." she whispered because she hadn't really found her voice yet. she reached out to touch him but then pulled her hand back, knowing it would hurt him. she could see the blood on his forehead and there was no doubt in her mind that if he shed his clothes she would find worse things a long his body. "oh my god, jag. i'll be right back, don't move," she said quickly before running out of his room and into her bathroom. her hands were shaking badly so it took her a few tries to open the drawer. she took a deep breath before reaching in and grabbing the first aid kid she had. she grabbed towels, soaking one with water and the rest leaving them dry. she hurried back out and into her brother's room where she dropped everything on his bed. "let me see," she whispered, pulling at his shirt. she knew she didn't want to see but she had too. she also knew that after she had helped him she needed to get a phone. there was no way she was keeping this to herself. there was no fucking way that man would ever get away with hurting one of the people she loved most. there was no fucking way he would ever get away with hurting his son.
`YOU LIFT ME UP AND THEN YOU THROW ME BACK DOWN!
NICKNAMES PATTY or pattycake by kikibear.
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? pm, msn, aim, kiki?! xD
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? hmm, i would say kiki but i just happened to forget kiki's name. so totally not kiki. <3
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