NAME: Isabella Merici
RACE: Human/Female
FAMILY: Mother - Spanish
Father - Italian
Only Child
AGE: 21 years
HEIGHT: 5' 7"
WEIGHT/BUILT: Slender
COLOR OF HAIR: Black
COLOR OF EYES: Chocolate Brown
 

'Our ancestors, in their wisdom, considered that all women, because of their innate weakness, should be under the control of guardians.'

It had been almost a year since the death of her father, Augusta Merici. She had been told he die bravely during one of the battles with the Marakai. After hearing of his death, her mother could not bear to live without her loving husband and one night, in a deep state of depression, took a dagger to her heart, leaving Isabella alone.

She had been taught her well by her mother. Isabella had been schooled in the Roman language, spinning and weaving of wool for their clothes, and of music. She loved to sit and play the lute. She could discuss poetry and enjoyed listening to political speeches.

Her home was a modest one located just outside of Rome, with rooms built around a courtyard where she would tend a small garden of flowers and herbs.

Her dark beauty of black hair and chocolate brown eyes made her porcelain skin seem transparent and as she moved about the city many heads turned but she didn’t give them second thoughts.

With no guardian to control her, Isabella roamed the streets during the day, something she had enjoyed as a child, listening to the speeches and wandering about the market looking over the wares of merchants from different countries. Merchants that knew her would offer her food, wine and whatever else she might need to live, which she welcomed and thanked them politely.

Since the arrival of the Maraki, she watched and listened hoping to find the person that might have been responsible for her father’s death. Being only a human, with no powers or skills, she wasn’t sure what she could do if that information came her way. Only time would tell.