Isolde Severine

Personality
Isolde Severine had always loved crowded Iragorn with its charming, crowded cliffs. It was a place where she felt active.

She was a courageous, patient, Shots drinker with wide arms and white silver hair. Her friends saw her as a wild, yet warm Warrior. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a murderer from drowning just because he was a living being too. That's the sort of woman she was.

Story
Isolde walked over to the window and reflected on her deprived surroundings. The drizzle rained like gyrating owls.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ryuko. Ryuko was like a controlled Monster with big arms and a ripped chest

Isolde gulped. She was not prepared for Ryuko.

As Isolde stepped outside and Ryuko came closer, she could see the freshly-squeezed glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want you to die," Ryuko bellowed, in a stable tone. He slammed his fist against Isolde's chest, with the force of 50 bears. "I frigging hate you, Isolde Severine."

Isolde looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the enchanted sword. "Ryuko, d'oh," she replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two hollow, handsome horses fighting at a very selfish war, which had violin music playing in the background being supported by a piano

She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

But Ryuko would not take this lightly, he slapped away her hand and forced his own around her neck.

Isolde gasped, but remained calm while grasping her hand around her sword.

Within mere seconds a body hit the ground, it's blood was being washed away by the heavy rain and the body laid like an inmoveable rock in the current of the rain.

Isolde eyed towards the body, and thought to herself why such people had to exist before she made it dissapear.