My name's Isabella. I'm Italian, but I don't know how to speak it, or anything like that. In fact, the only thing that reveals my Italian-ness is my name. But I hate my name.
I am quite pale, even though I grew up in California. My eyes are a piercing blue colour, and are framed by lashes that are always covered in glittery mascara.
I have full, red lips that are always covered in blood red lipstick. My black hair has purple highlights in it, and it falls to the small of my back.
I normally wear short tank tops, tight leather trousers, and leather jackets with stilettos. You'd think this would prevent me from slaying. It doesn't.