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                                           ISABELLE CHAPMANN

THIRTY. SOCIAL COLUMN WRITER @ THE LA TIMES.

TRIGGER WARNING: THEMES OF DEATH AND MURDER.

On the other side of her merciless pen, lies a curious heart and an overactive mind, jumping from rumor to rumor, her imagination is filled with all the things she has yet to figure out like a puzzle piece, where everyone plays a part in her wicked games, every celebrity and public figure is a mystery yet to be solved.  Often called the Nancy Drew of Hollywood, Isabelle Chapmann is the most known name amongst gossip and social column writers. Unraveling scandals and mysteries alike, she is known for having exposed many celebrities and socialites in what she calls her 'very own people-watching column'.

Daughter to a ruthless businessman and a French socialite, the Chapmann name is to be feared. Known lawyers, businessmen and writers, Isabelle was a mini-Jane Austen in the making as a child, writing about the high society with such precise words and sharp views that it was hard, even for herself, not to analyze her own family. She often went off on her own rants about the Manhattan life, seeing the segregation between her kind and other people as nothing but ruthless. Isabelle wanted justice to be delivered on a silver plate, and so if she could do nothing about it, she could at the very least, write about it.

The pen is not always mightier than the sword, and sometimes, the sword -- or the gun -- wins. It was a hot summer night in July when Isabelle was only twelve and brilliant and young. Accompanied by her father, sitting by the window in their penthouse on the Upper East Side, they were reading and reciting one of her short poems when a bullet shot through his chest, straight through his heart. She witnessed everything: the blood, the horror, the screams. And she'd never write about it, she promised herself, not until she found out whoever had commanded her father's killing. Isabelle remembers running and running and running, until her mother's arms protected her and the police chimed in through the front door only to find the body of the most important pioneering petrol companies on the floor.

Isabelle knew the cruelty of words then.  The weight of the headlines on the newspapers, falling upon her shoulders, killing her straight from the inside out. "Chapmann businessman executed in cold blood," it said, and she read the words out loud. So she would remember to never let anyone kill her into silence. Into madness.

She pursued a degree in Journalism, graduating on top of her class, as a honor student. But no matter how high her achievements were or how high she aimed, it never seemed to be good enough. A taste of perfection was the same taste to that of emptiness, for her hollow ribcage had nothing but a pounding heart that demanded answers for her father's execution.  She hadn't dug deep into it, not until she moved to LA to pursue a career writing about the social scene of Hollywood, however, she came across several clues that indicated that her father had a link to the mobsters in California.

Isabelle found something much uglier, much grittier and dirtier and bloodier than just the petty people and their gossip from the Upper East Side. Whispers of the Polish-Russian mobsters were all over town, and although most were simply rumors, Isabelle couldn't help her curiosity: could they have anything to do with her father's murder? If so, her settling down in LA hadn't just been one big coincidence, but something much bigger awaited her ahead...

The world of LA was glimmering and plastic. Everything was made out of something breakable: people, objects, movie sets and most importantly, rumours. They were easy to break down, figure out, put together... She was a clever girl, and it didn't take Isabelle long to become equal to those she claimed to hate with such passion. Isabelle's thirst for vengeance came off as bitterness, as big articles revealing equally big scandals written in her column, on her blog... Everywhere. Suddenly everyone knew of the girl who had everything to say and nothing to lose -- she was taking over Hollywood by storm.

But her breakthrough came when she stepped into the world of Inferno. She was too witty to go to any other club whatsoever, and she had heard whispers of what went down underground... Between four walls. Of course, Isabelle didn't buy it that easily, she wasn't naive, or easily fooled by any means, but there was no denying the Pruszkowski siblings didn't smell as good as they looked. Except one of them caught Isabella's particular attention: Rebekah.

Rebekah was a charm. What's not to love? Still, all of her instincts were to run from the club, even though she couldn't help but be drawn towards it even more. Like a contradiction, Isabelle enjoyed Rebekah's humor, but didn't go as far as to trust her too much. Until they became close friends. This fact was as astonishing to the public as it was to her: Isabelle was not an easy company, nor was she easy to be friends with. She'd always much rather be alone than socialize with those whom she deemed unworthy of her company, but the Pruszkowski name she had sworn not to come across was now plastered all over her: Rebekah was her friend... and now that she's missing, a moral conflict rises: she can either make herself a good headline out of her merciless pen and equally merciless stories, or respect the family's wishes not to touch upon the subject, at least not so ruthlessly.

However, she's been searching.. And whoever searches is bound to find something, whether she likes it or not. Answers to her father's murder still remain unknown, and with her only friend missing, she's got death written all over her. A target's on her back, and the only weapon she has resides in her own hands: her angry, hollow, hungry penmanship skills. She doesn't trust the Pruszkowski brothers will find Rebekah anytime soon -- and she's afraid they don't really want to. Whoever had it out for her father, also had it out for Rebekah. The web of lies and deceit can only be unveiled by none other than Hollywood's very own Nancy Drew.

                                          CONNECTIONS

ALEKSANDER PRUSZKOWSKI: Rebekah spoke well of him -- almost too well -- but Isabelle always felt as if his cheshire cat smile and his secretive nature made him more of a weapon than a trusted ally. She has an article on him drafted, but she’s too afraid that publishing it will lead to a serious backlash in her career. After all, she has been careless for far too long... And maybe befriending Rebekah was a mistake. Aleksander seems to be the personification of that mistake. She doesn’t know what’s the Pruszkowski twins deal is, but she intends to find out at all costs, especially considering Rebekah was a friend. 

VALENTINA MACHADO: Valentina has been desperately trying to get under Hollywood’s good graces, but Isabelle sees through her ingenious temper and her fiery personality. She has stumbled upon the Brazilian pageant contest winner a couple times, and she might have one or two thoughts to jot down on her social column that may make or break Valentina’s career. Too bad Isabelle has found herself attracted to Valentina’s charm once or twice... 

ILYANA STOYANOVA: The socialite has been a quiet public figure ever since she came into the spotlight. She seems to handle it well -- the rumors, everything. Except there is something about her perfectionist persona that captures Isabelle’s attention. Like when you look too close and risk losing the bigger picture, Isabelle’s been looking out for the details that give away if Ilyana is or isn’t worthy of the attention. Little does Isabelle know Ilyana is acting as a liaison for the Polish-Russian mobsters that have commanded her father’s killing.

DAMIAN ISAIAH: The LA mayor fell under Isabelle’s good graces for being a trusted family friend, but not for long. She’s been keeping up with the news so far, and they don’t seem good. She foresees a major breakthrough coming up, and he’ll have to pick sides: it’s either being adored or being feared. It seems that he wants to choose both until now. Damian needs a little guiding hand, and the breaking gossip on her latest articles might just be the push he needs to choose the right thing.

FACECLAIM: LILY COLLINS (NEGOTIABLE)