RP Name: Isabella Marquis
Weapons: Fabrique Nationale Five-seven and an antique silver dagger
Brief Bio: Isabella was born in Madrid, Spain to her mother Maria. At the age of seven her mother died and she went to live with her older brother in Paris where she learned to speak not only French but English as well. By the age of sixteen she had become a fairly decent markswoman and had taken her brother's place in the local mob. On her twentith birthday she, made the mistake of angering the head of the mob and was severely beaten and raped. After that she fled to Canada and took an intreast in medicine.
RP Sample: Isabella sat quietly across from her boss, her long legs crossed at the knees. While she waited for her rather displeased boss to speak she flipped a lock of long black hair over her shoulder. After a painfully long silence he broke the silence.
"You messed up again."
"So? I still took care of the problem didn't I?"
"That isn't the point you are sloppy and in such--"
"I know, I know, 'such an organization this kind of thing cannot happen.' You must have told me a thousand times. If you don't like the way I do things then stop giving them to me." Isabella then stood adjusting her short skirt and with a flourish walked out of the office.
Position Wanted: Medic
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