ichvrism

[ichvrism]

the  last  few  days  had  been  personal  torture  for  isabelle — having  lost  all  connection  to  their  magic  had  caused  their  vampiric  side  to  take  more  control  at  the  most  inconvenient  times  ;  isabelle’s  hunger  was  insatiable,  only  lessoned  somewhat  by  the  sour  lollies  they  were  constantly  consuming.  hopefully  potion  &  pentacle  had  a  solution  because  if  not,  their  last  resort  was  asking  fergal  and  izz  definitely  had  trouble  admitting  when  they  needed  help  ,  especially  to  their  dad  — but  taking  her  first  step  into  the  shop  of  all  things  magical  ,  isabelle’s  hope  dwindled  at  the  sound  of  a  potion  being  flung  against  the  wall.  great.  “  oh  great  heavens , ”  izz  pretended  to  grab  at  the  invisible  pearl  necklace  around  their  neck  in  a  mild  attempt  at  humour.  “  surely  you  could  sue  for  wrongful  termination  –  tack  on  emotional  distress  and  you’d  be  a  shoe-in  for  employee  of  the  month  forever, ”   they  chime  in  rather  cheerfully  for  someone  who  felt  like  they  were  on  fire  while  stepping  further  into  the  store ,  pointedly  stepping  over  broken  glass  and  let  their  gaze  skim  across  a  few  bottles  on  the  nearby  shelves.  “  do  you  know  if  there’s  a  potion  or  something  that  helps  ease  …  hunger  pains?  ever  since  the  fog –  i  dunno ,  it’s  like  on  overdrive  or  something ,  and  sour  candies  are  only  doing  so  much. ”

✷         closed  starter  for  @ichvrism :   [ isabelle ]

                location : potion & pentacle .

“fuck  …  shit  …  fuckshit.”  mei  had  never  cared  much  about  her  job.  if  there  was  one  thing  she  thought  she  was  semi - good  at  though,  outside  of  photography,  it  was  knowing  the  names  of  witchy  doohickeys  and  thingamabobs,  helping  the  more  clueless  wizards  —  the  beginners,  the  arcane  amateurs  —  navigate  the  store  and  find  exactly  what  they  wanted.  sunshine  had  been  long  awaited,  but  the  moment  the  rays  peeked  through  the  clouds  portum  had  gone  haywire  ;  nobody  knew  what  was  going  on  and,  somehow,  mei  was  still  expected  to  turn  up  every  day,  put  on  a  brave  face,  and  act  as  though  she  hadn’t  conjured  a  spectral  guinea - pig  that  was  currently  back  at  her  apartment  doing  laps  under  the  fridge.  her  power  was  uncontrollable.  it  was  seething,  it  had  a  mind  of  its  own.  the  moment  the  door  jingled  open  she  jumped,  and  in  one  whoosh  of  her  hand  had  sent  a  potion  bottle  flying  (  and  smashing  )  against  the  wall.  “ughh  …  ”  she  groaned  at  the  wreckage,  “there’s  no  way  i’m  staying  employed  until  the  end  of  the  day  at  this  point,  let  alone  the  week.” 

[ichvrism]

isabelle  looks  at  her  brother  on  the  couch  with  a  somewhat  amused  grin,  though  it  comes  out  as  sort  of  a  grimace. if  they  had  the  energy,  their  phone  would  be  taking  a  million  photos  of  him  looking  all  disgruntled,  but  instead  izz  drags  their  feet  towards  the  other  end  of  the  couch  and  flops  down  with  a  groan. “ usually  i’d  remind  you  as  your  loving  sister  that  the  universe  always  hates  you,  but  i  woke  up  so  thirsty  this  morning  i  could’ve  drained  a  whole  farm  of  horses, ” 

they  let  out  a  sigh  and  tries  to  ignore  the  scathing  itch  at  the  back  of  their  throat;  pulling  out  a  pack  of  sour  lollies,  she  shakes  the  bag  in  silent  offering  while  putting  one  in  their  mouth. “ am  i  the  only  one  that  was kind  of  vibing  with  the  fog  in  the  end?  it  was  nice  not  being  exhausted  all  the  time, ”  they  sit  in  silence  for  a  moment;  head  resting  against  a  cushion,  eyes  closed  in  deep  thought,  before  interrupting  the  world  with  their  spoken  thoughts,  “  do  you  think  it’s  just  us,  or  is  everyone  else  feeling  a  bit  wonky  too  ? ”

the o'lachlan household, ft. isabelle ( @ichvrism )

at the sound of a door opening, sebastian looks up from his very comfortable position face-planted on the couch with a groan. he manages a half-wave in greeting to izz, before dragging himself begrudgingly vertical-ish. not that that helps his case in any way, because he still looks like he was pulled backwards through a hedge. “ was your day also hell, or does the universe hate me ? ” he asks, raising a hand to block the beam of sunlight now shining directly in his face. “ i can't believe the first day the weather gets better, i get a fucking migraine. ”

[ichvrism]

despite the tiredness that encompassed isabelle's body after a long night shift at the envy, her heightened senses had never been sharper since the fog emerged, yet the music blasting through their headphones had her lost in thought. looking up in irritation - each stop just meant further towards their destination before home ; rosies diner was a staple in isabelle's life - she resists the urge to roll her eyes. " i could, but i don't particularly want too. the cracks in the sidewalk are a lot more interesting to look at. "

they nudge their headphone off one ear, giving cristian a lame shrug in replacement of an actual apology. shit happens. the motto isabelle seemed to live by these days, even as a heretic, but this was portum and they supposed they should try and be a bit more neighborly. " would an apology coffee make up for you almost walking into me? or is there a reason you're in a rush? "

main street, ft. open

it's been over a month since the second dead supernatural, and the fog shows no sign of lifting. cristian, who has always been a morning person, is not especially bothered — morning fog or mist was a common occurrence in the places xe stayed before portum, mostly being coastal locations, and the vampire's heightened senses make navigating without much visibility easier.

evidently, however, that is not the case for everyone — cris sidesteps yet another person blundering through the mist sightlessly, letting out an aggrieved sigh. “ would you watch where you're going ? ” xe snaps, whirling to face the offender, acting more on muscle memory than any actual legitimate ire.

[ichvrism]

(   lizeth selene  .  genderfluid  .  she/they  )       —       blasting  northern attitude by  noah kahan  down  main  street  we’ve  spotted  ISABELLE O'LACHLAN  sporting  their  bubblegum scented lip gloss and perfume to match .  the  twenty six ( thirty seven )  year  old  HERETIC who’s  been  in  town  for  THEIR WHOLE LIFE  often  can  be  seen  sleeping all day to white noise, late night wandering through the woods, cleaning up failed attempts at baking in the family kitchen,  or  working  as  a  BOUNCER  at  ENVY.  people  say  they  display  ambitious  and  withdrawn  traits,  but  we  rather  trust  their  vibes:  the gnawing feeling at the back of your mind that you've forgotten something important ; the desperate clinging by your fingertips at memories that threaten to fade away ; hiding behind the pristine version of yourself without a hair out of place - refusing to let the cracks and ruin of your damnation show ; .  also,  we’ve  heard  they  love  COLLECTING BUTTONS !   aren’t  they  fascinating ?   

DOSSIER .

full name:  isabelle andrea o'lachlan

nicknames: izz (general), rizzie (friends only), andy (family), belly (sibs only)

gender:  gender-fluid

pronouns:  she + they

sexuality:  bisexual

age:  twenty six / thirty seven

date of birth:  november 3rd

zodiac sign:  scorpio

species: witch/vampire hybrid ; heretic .

occupation:  bouncer at envy + online art side hustle

FAMILY .

parents:  unknown birth mother (witch), unknown birth father (vampire), fergal o'lachlan (adoptive father) + mother o'lachlan (adoptive mother)

siblings:  tba o'lachlan (older sibling ; nephilim), sebastian o'lachlan (older brother; agathion), tba o'lachlan (younger sibling ; witch/shifter)

APPEARANCE .

eyes:  light brown

hair:  black with streaks of blonde running through

piercings:  has multiple in their ears, eyebrow, nose + septum.

tattoos:  too many tattoos to count ; more prominently 3 doves on their wrist for each sibling but she'd never admit that to their faces .

other distinguishing features:  a different coloured scrunchie on their wrist for every day of the week, chunky headphones permanently wrapped around their neck, paint covered shoes

style:  will dress up for a special occasion, otherwise their wardrobe consists of comfortable trackpants, shorts, or jeans always paired with whatever shirt doesn't have a stain on it. will always have their nails done every few weeks.

PERSONALITY .

positive traits:  creative, resourceful, ambitious

negative traits: vindictive, withdrawn, self-destructive

likes:  loud music, raves, painting anything they can get their hands on, bubblegum scented anything, sleeping all day just because she can, practicing how to be a nice person in the mirror, playing their drums in the middle of the night

dislikes: being woken up, brussel sprouts, uncomfortable silence, awkward greetings, moths.

isabelle generally thinks a lot of people don't like them; but she also doesn't give them a reason to get to know her - she's quiet but not unassuming, resourceful in a sticky situation but will withdraw themselves if someone close to them hurts them. is stubborn as fuck and will argue just for the fun of it. when they're in a mean mood it's like hell birthed another child of darkness. they're tiny but fierce and will punch you for taking the last jam donut.

BIOGRAPHY .

isabelle can't remember the first few years of their childhood - only that they were dropped off at the hospital by an upset witch who had just been passing through portum, left only with a bracelet with a golden heart attached to it. all that they know has been filtered through stories told over the years to the point where isabelle can recite it from memory. the o'lachlan's adopted them shortly after being found and the rest had been history.

they didn't mean to be a difficult child, but it turns out a child of a witch and a vampire had a lot of difficulty regaining control over anything. her magic had always been a little temperamental, often reacting to the height of her emotions in the heat of the moment. isabelle grew up comfortable with the status as the youngest o'lachlan sibling until their family grew by one more, even still they took the role of big sibling seriously, doing harmless little pranks on those who would pick on any of her siblings.

just when they thought they had finally found some middle ground in terms of their magic - puberty hit and isabelle was left in deep waters trying to figure out how to control herself. while she was still ageing thanks to their witch heritage, isabelle's speed and hearing enhanced all at once, all while trying to control the amplified source of magic coming from themselves.

a creative outlet that they often turned too had been art - starting from sketching their feelings during art class at school or staying back after class to paint during lunch, it was a way to help sort out the mess in their head.

isabelle feels like they're a crime against nature - a vampire's weakness is magic just as a witches weakness is vampirism, and yet izz walks the fine line between the two worlds. half a foot in each, as if they had a choice in who they would be. their magic too impactful than a general witch, their heightened senses giving them a migraine without enough sleep or nutrients.

isabelle often finds themself more exhausted than normal - retreating into their bedroom to watch reruns of reality tv and eating trashy food to recover each day. they're living life though; it gives them an excuse to pretend to be asleep whenever her siblings are trying to get their attention.

after graduating isabelle did have their eyes set on becoming an artist - but the pay is too unreliable and isabelle doesn't trust the economy to not bottom out of itself. decided to travel instead ; leaving portum for perhaps one of the very few times in their life. made a lot of really good friends and it did isabelle some good leaving portum, allowing her to stretch her wings and connect with other heretics to learn from.

never leaves long enough to miss portum, but the last time they left it had been the longest time. five years trying to survive in a world that resented supernatural had taken its toll before isabelle finally returned to portum for good. did come back married but won't speak about it - turns out they really do marry you in vegas.

spent a year or two being a stay at home child before giving in and working as a bouncer at envy. to be fair they like the music, they're usually awake all night anyway - it is probably the best job for isabelle right now. they also have an online business selling her art in the form of jewellery or personalized sketches or designs. also just started learning how to dj - isabelle's toxic trait is seeing someone do something and immediately believe they can do it too.

[ichvrism]

ICHOR ; the f l u i d that flows like blood from the veins of the GODS. a rag-tag collection of muses seeking the comfort & shelter from pcrtumhq, as penned & loved by courtney ! ( 27, aest, she/her )

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ isabelle "izz" o'lachlan. 26. hybrid. ( she/they ) lizeth selene. intro / wanted connections / pinterest .