So... Yeah re-vamp. It's a really ugly re-vamp though, laffs.
But I don't have time to make her fancy or anything at the moment.
I'm rushing to do some other stuff that's due and like-- I'm in the middle of moving back home.
// sobbs into hands I have so much to pack weep
Isolde's app looked ugly anyway so this one is slightly better--
And I'll give her a proper re-vamp later so I don't get my booty kicked, LOL.
Her app will be updated later as well. A lot. Just-- No time right now ahhh-- // flails
→ Name: Isolde Villanueva
→ Age: 23
→ Gender: Female
→ Height: 5' 4"
→ Birthday: May 4th
→ Ethnicity: Filipino-Korean
→ Major: Architecture, Industrial Design
→ Minor: Dance, Aerial Dance (Silks)
→ Year: Senior
- The Backstreet Boys
- Frozen Yogurt
- Working Out
- Hair Dye
- Being Lonely
- Loud Noises
→ Personality: Happy | Upbeat | Perky | Excitable | Optimistic | Oblivious to Feelings | Cranky when Tired | Tomboy-ish | Talkative | Thrill-Seeker
Isolde is overall— A very happy person. Whenever trouble comes her way she is very quick to dismiss it and remind herself of the things that make her happy in life. On normal days, she greets everyone with a smile and an excited wave, always trying to make sure everyone has a great day. Even the smallest bit of good news from anyone makes her giddy and excitable.
She is quite social and loves talking to others. In fact— She has a bad habit of talking too much. If given too much leeway or too much silence in a conversation, Isolde will go on and on about whatever in order to make it so there is no awkward silence.
Unfortunately Isolde has a bit of a disconnect when it comes to feelings. Not her own— But the feelings of others. She finds it impossible to look passed the outer coating of a person and see through them to understand how they really feel. She is extremely oblivious when it comes to people who are pretending to be happy and when she finally does realize it, she gets upset at herself for not realizing in the first place.
Most of Isolde’s friends consist of biker dudes. She is the manliest of all of them even if she doesn’t look it. She will fix your car, your motorcycle, pull your heavy-ass cabinet up the stairs by herself and yes— Even open that jar of peanut butter and jelly that you’ve spent three days just trying to loosen up. If you need a man— Just call Isolde instead.
Whenever mid-terms, finals, and overall exhaustion comes on— Isolde is not one to be crossed. Girlfriend will look a hot mess when she gets to this point. She cares about no one, everyone is the enemy, and so what if her cup of coffee is actually empty? She’ll drink air, it’s none of your concern. Not like she likes coffee in the first place anyway. Unless you are one of her BFFLs—Don’t even bother looking at her. She might turn you to stone.
Isolde has a bit of a strange side. She has a terrible love for dangerous things. When put in dangerous situations, she gets a great high from it. Whether it’s going 90 mph on her motorcycle while in heavy traffic or going skydiving or swimming with sharks— Whatever makes her blood pump and her heart race— She is always down for it.
→ Background: Isolde’s parents met in the Philippines. Her mother had moved there and become a singer, and a bit of a celebrity for awhile. Her father was a mechanic. The two met through many different friends, lovers, and a broken taxi. Even if her parents deny it— It was love at first sight. After immigrating to America, Isolde’s parents moved from state to state trying to find a climate the two of them could tolerate as they both hated the cold. They finally settled in Scottsdale, Arizona.
Soon enough, Isolde was born.
Growing up, Isolde was always in her father’s auto repair shop. Always bored of just sitting there with nothing to do— She would constantly peak her head into the repair section where everyone was. Isolde didn’t really care too much about the cars themselves or anything. The insides were much more fascinating to her. How things ran and how they worked was something she always found wonderful. Her true calling finally came when a college boy came in with his Japanese imported, customized motorcycle. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. At that moment— Isolde knew she needed a motocycle. Any motorcycle really.
After explaining to her parents how much she had wanted one, her mother blew up. Paranoid that her daughter would injure herself if she went through with it— She tried her best to take Isolde’s mind off of motorcycles or anything of the sort. Isolde’s cousin was a ballerina. Enrolling into dance lessons and finding that she had a bit of talent for it, Isolde’s mother made sure her schedule was always full. It didn’t even matter what kind of dance she took anymore. As long as it kept her away from her father’s auto shop.
Despite growing a bit of love for the world of dance— She became bored and Isolde just couldn’t forget how much she loved motorcycles and how much her heart skipped a beat whenever she saw one. Soon enough, Isolde decided to quit all her dance classes, minus her trapeze and silk aerial classes. Everything else had grown boring and she simply wanted to go back to her dad’s repair shop and just work on cars and motorcycles until college came along.
One ever so fateful day— Everyone had left the auto repair shop for lunch, her father included. Wandering around, Isolde spotted one of the motorcycles that had just been brought into the shop. Searching for and finding the key, she decided to take it out for a ride, her teenage heart taking a hold of her. Isolde crashed, taking two cars with her. After waking up in the hospital, injuries and pain everywhere— Her father and her talked about many things. Her mother refused to enter to room.
Isolde had never felt anything like riding that motorcycle. If anything— She believed crashing was one of the best things to ever happen to her. It was settled. Even if her mother disagreed with it— This was her calling in life. And she just needed to find the place she needed to achieve it.
After many applications and college searches and scholarships later— Isolde ran across The Art Project. San Diego was a wonderful place and it was probably filled with all kinds of wonderful people. Not only did they have an Industrial Design program, but they also had aerial dance. She would be able to continue on the way she wanted. Packing her bags and bidding her family goodbye— Isolde moved to San Diego. And no way in hell was she going to come back empty handed.
→ Additional Information:
- Isolde loves The Backstreet Boys and only ever really sings their songs when she out to sing karaoke. However, she usually goes out alone, gets drunk, and sings by herself since everyone else is too busy to go with her.
- Isolde hangs around biker dudes most of the time. So she’s really used to being called babe or baby. In turn— She calls every guys she’s familiar with “babe” or “baby”. She’ll call girls “sweetheart” as that is what all her biker friends call the other girls.
- Her main injuries from her motorcycle accident involved her right shoulder, hip, and knee. She’s recovered from it of course but on occasion she’ll have random bouts of pain from them and will have to either be highly medicated or have stay home completely that day.
- And yes— She totally loves all those Fast and the Furious movies. No matter how lame everyone tells her they are.
- The girl is internet stupid. The only thing she does on the internet is watch movies and shows she can’t get on her TV. She’s too busy working out or designing motorcycles or working on her choreography to do much of anything on the internet. Unless it’s maybe to play a bit of tetris.
And occasionally watch some porn.
- Gets hot easily. As in temperature.
I know what you were thinking. Ya nasties.
She has a hard time keeping cold and will wear little to nothing when she's at home just because her natural body heat is hard to deal with.