Isabella Cipriani
Basics
Full Name
Isabella “Izzy” Cipriani
Age
26
Occupation
Hunter
Ability
Adoptive Muscle Memory
Height
5'7"
Build
Athletic
Hair Colour
Dark Brown
Eye Colour
Blue
Orientation
Bisexual
Personality
Izzy is a very fun, down to earth girl who isn't afraid to get down and dirty with the boys and the harsh reality following the blast hasn't changed that, after all life is hardly worth living if you can't find some fun in it. She can be silly and energetic at times and very chill and relaxed at others. For the most part she is very comfortable in her skin and is always very unapologetically Izzy. Before things went to hell she loved sports of all kinds, hot cars and fast driving, robbing people blind in poker games, and had a secret love for comic books and anime, now she's not so sure what she'll do to amuse herself but oh well, she'll figure it out.
When it comes to work and taking care of business, Izzy can be kind of intense. She likes to make sure the job is done and done well and she takes pride in things she gets to put her personal stamp on. Outside of that though, she is very laid back and likes to go with the flow. She does have a bit of a temper, inherited from her father, and while it is fairly hard to get her to that point it will be apparent when she slips into a stream of rapid Italian as she does anytime she is frustrated, upset, or angry.
Izzy is the type that will sacrifice herself for others and she will always take responsibility for her screw ups, even if unintentional. She isn't afraid of hard work and is very loyal and protective, if sometimes a bit naive.
History
The youngest of 4 girls, Izzy grew up feeling somewhat like the odd girl out. Her mother, a one time supermodel, and older sisters were all the beautiful and uber glamorous type that just did not understand Izzy and her tomboyish ways. Were it not for her father, a former Italian soccer pro turned coach and consultant, she might have felt completely alienated from her family. Thankfully her father treated her like the son he had always wanted and encouraged her interests in athletics. While her mother and sisters always made an effort to show up to her games, just as she went to their dance and music recitals, it was her father who usually shuttled her to and fro, getting her to games and practices as best he could.
Out of the 4 Cipriani girls, Izzy was not the smart one, nor was she the pretty one, but her numerous awards and accomplishments in sports definitely made up for it. And while she felt like the ugly duckling in a family full of swans, her sisters always came to her for inside information on guys since she was friends with so many of them. She wouldn't grow into her looks until her senior year of high school and though she wasn't voted Prom Queen, like each of her sisters before her, she did enjoy her last year of high school immensely.
Having lettered all four years in basketball and volleyball, and playing club soccer, Izzy pretty much had her choice of scholarship offers for competitive schools. Though her father wanted her to choose a soccer scholarship, she eventually chose basketball—but for him she worked her tail off to play soccer as well in college. It was tough to manage and there were times when she thought she might have taken on too much at the college level but she stuck it out thanks to support from her friends and family.
Izzy graduated from college with a degree in political science. Why? She had no idea really other than that she needed a major. Sports had been her whole world up until graduation and quite frankly the world of professional sports was calling her name. Or at least it had been until fate derailed her and she somehow found herself decked out in a police uniform. Her parents were proud--if somewhat confused--and they supported her decision to try and do something useful with her life even if her father was a tad let down that she hadn't gone for that opening on the women's national team.
Her police career was fairly short but very satisfying. Unfortunately, she was only 4 years in when the blast hit and though she was being considered for a potential position with S.W.A.T. due to her service record and marksmanship she never got the chance to know if she would make it to that prestigious post.
Izzy was actually out on a call when the first blast hit, frying everything. Immediately she went into crisis control mode and did her best to keep people calm and reassure them but then the second blast hit and everything went dark. When she woke it was with plenty of confusion. Her car wouldn't work, nor her radio. People scattered about here and there were passed out and she was unable to wake them. Sensing something was terribly off, she went back to the station and tried to find someone there but all she found was more of the same.
Unsure of what was going to happen, or why things had turned out the way they had, Izzy eventually claimed a few firearms for herself just in case, some food and water, and then locked herself into one of the cells to get some sleep. When she woke again... the world had gone fucking nuts and people she had come to know and respect were outside her cell straining to get in.
Izzy won't speak of just what she had to do to get out of that cell. She'll only say that she did what she had to do. Nothing more and nothing less. She didn't stick around the city long afterward either. Instead, armed with a bag full of guns and ammo as full as she could reasonably carry from the station and still keep moving reasonably well, she snagged a map, some food, and a jacket, picked a random direction and got moving.
Her first stop was her parents house but after she found her father had turned on her mother, the love of his life, in a gruesome display of survival of the fittest... well, she decided not to go looking for anyone else. She had seen enough by then to know the deal and after having to put her own father down she didn't want to have to do that to anyone else she cared for. After that she kept moving and didn't stop until she ran into other survivors.
