Appearance:
Isadora is short in stature standing around four feet three though short in stature she has a pretty sturdy build with a soft heart shaped face calloused hands from a lot of climbing up rocky terrain and trees. The young girl has light auburn brown hair that is usually either loose in waves of curly locks like an untamed rose bush or thrown up into a ponytail with a few loose curly strands that frame her face.

Personality:
The young girl is also fairly sensitive and emotional and tends to act on her emotions most days if not every day which usually resorts to tears and running off in anger. Isadora tends to have a strong anxiety from an accident along with fear that sometimes tends to leave her struggling other than that she lives a pretty functioning life trying her best to work around her fear and anxiety.

History:
Luciana Vilaça and Makaria Toussaint-Vilaça had everything that they wanted; they lived a happy life in their quaint village within the mountains of Chaîne de la Selle. But their lives were missing something a key part of themselves. As the happy couple wanted more a family of their own they discussed ways and solutions of trying to have a child of their own even discussed adoption at one point in their conversation. As days rushed by then months of going to medical professionals to discuss options a faithful day came by when they were blessed with a donor.

Makaria took this opportunity to carry Luciana and her child. Once nine months had gone by quickly Isadora was born to the happy couple the young girl seemed to have glowing golden skin her light auburn brown hair shimmered in the light while her sapphire blue eyes were doe like and innocent. The wives were thrilled to have their daughter in their grasp; she was a gift chosen for just them.


First Magic:
It was a nice humid summer afternoon. Isadora was enjoying her time alone like many young seven year olds. The young girl walked across the forest grounds, her sandals making a soft thudding sound as she worked her way through the windy path ahead of her. The girls like auburn brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her loose strands of curls framing her soft golden face with every step she made the more she grew curious. Noticing a medium sized tree nearby the young girl grew a wide smile sprinting over slowly clambering her way up the tree careful to not fall. Of course with the young girls luck she lost her footing half way up slowly falling to the ground closing her sapphire blue eyes. Isadora awaited the shockwave of pain that never came. Opening her eyes the young girl blinked slowly, noticing how she was on the ground unharmed. Tilting her head in confusion the young seven year old shrugged it off as a mere coincidence or luck. She had no idea that her body ended up bouncing slightly like rubber when she had fallen due to her eyes being closed the entire time. Just one of many incidents to come for the young girl.