⌞ F4VORED ⌝ ⸻ dependent rp blog , featuring mckenna ward , the golden girl & isabel moreau , the lost soul … written by kiki ( twenty5 , she / her ) please do not interact if not associated with @magnoliastv !
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𝗺𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 :
i do jesus. i do family. i do pageants. in that order.
╰ ♱ ◞ ⸻ look , there goes ISABEL MOREAU ! they’re the LOST SOUL i was telling you about … you know IZZY ? the THIRTY ONE year old LIBRARY ASSISTANT known for their DARK CIRCLES BENEATH TIRED EYES ? throughout their years as a magnolia NATIVE , they’ve earned a reputation for being + PERCEPTIVE & + RESOURCEFUL , though with everything happening around town , it’s no wonder they’ve been a little more - OBSESSIVE & - WITHDRAWN lately . rumor has it , when they’re not FILLING JOURNAL AFTER JOURNAL WITH HALF FINISHED THOUGHTS , you can usually find them idling around PINE FLATS & leaving behind a trail of HOT BLACK TEA GROWING COLD BESIDE OLD NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS, UNWATERED HOUSEPLANTS CROWDING HER FRONT PORCH AND SOFT HUMMING ECHOING THROUGH EMPTY ROOMS wherever they go . just don’t ask them whether they think the recent disappearances are connected to the summer of 1997 … they might tell you they BELIEVE .
&& 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟 .
they always seem a little lost, even when they're standing somewhere they've known their entire life. there's a quiet distance between them and the rest of the world, as if they're still searching for something they aren't sure how to name.
&& 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 .
birth name : isabel marie moreau . nickname(s) : izzy . date of birth : janurary 28, 1986 . age : 31 . gender : cis woman . pronouns : she/her . sexuality : heterosexual. relationship status : single . birthplace : magnolia, mississippi . currently : magnolia, mississippi . languages : english ( fluently ) . education : high school diploma . preferred hand : right . blood type : o- . allergies : pollen .
physical : perpetually tired looking, with dark circles beneath her eyes and a habit of forgetting to take care of herself when she's distracted ; usually dressed in comfortable, slightly rumpled clothes that prioritize practicality over appearance ; ink stains frequently mark her fingers from writing ; almost always carries the faint scent of black tea, old paper, and whatever hand lotion she's been using lately .
mental : not diagnosed with anything, though years of grief and isolation have left her prone to fixation, sleeplessness, and periods of intense withdrawal ; spends far too much time inside her own head, replaying memories and conversations until she can no longer tell what she remembers clearly and what she has filled in herself ; keeps journal after journal filled with unfinished thoughts, questions, and memories of her mother ; knows she isn't crazy, but years of being treated like she is have made her question herself more than she'd ever admit .
social : quiet and withdrawn, often more comfortable observing a room than participating in it ; perceptive enough to notice details most people overlook and resourceful enough to know where to look when she needs an answer ; has never been particularly good at maintaining friendships and tends to disappear for days when overwhelmed ; deeply attached to the few people she does trust, even if she struggles to show it.
habits : filling notebooks with half finished thoughts ; forgetting to finish her tea ; humming quietly when she's alone ; rereading old newspaper clippings until the edges begin to curl .
likes : black tea ; old books ; handwritten letters ; crossword puzzles ; secondhand furniture ; old movies ; classical music ; thunderstorms ; crossword puzzles ; baking ; local history ; gardening ; soft blankets ; early morning quiet ; the smell of old paper . dislikes : crowded rooms ; being interrupted ; loud music ; forced small talk ; being called crazy ; unfinished conversations ; bright fluorescent lighting ; people touching her things without asking ; gossip ; being the center of attention ; people assuming they know what she's thinking .
fears : losing another person she loves ; forgetting her mother's voice ; being completely alone ; losing her grip on reality ; discovering she has been wrong all along .
tropes : the lost soul ; the grieving daughter ; the town outcast ; hidden depths . inspiration : eleanor crain ( the haunting of hill house ) ; beth march ( little women ) .
&& 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 .
faceclaim : taylor russell . face : soft, oval shaped face with prominent cheekbones and large, expressive eyes that often make her look more tired than she actually is ; naturally quiet expressions that tend to give away far more than she intends . hair : dark brown, shoulder length hair with a slightly undone texture ; usually left loose or tucked behind her ears, though she'll occasionally pull it into a messy bun when she's working or writing . body : slender and petite, with a naturally delicate frame ; tends to carry herself with slightly rounded shoulders and a distracted sort of posture, as though she's always thinking about something else . style : comfortable, practical, and largely dictated by whatever is clean ; soft knit sweaters, worn cardigans, straight leg jeans, simple blouses, long skirts, faded denim jackets, and well loved boots make up most of her wardrobe ; muted colors, minimal jewelry, and clothes that feel lived in rather than carefully put together . misc : a small collection of silver rings she rarely takes off, faint ink stains on her fingers, usually carries a canvas tote filled with notebooks and library books, and has a habit of tucking loose pieces of paper into the pockets of whatever she's wearing .
&& 𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 .
the beginning : from the outside, the moreau family looked like nothing particularly remarkable. a mother who worked long shifts. a father who was rarely home when he wasn't angry. a little girl who learned early that being quiet made things easier. isabel had been an accident, something neither of her parents had planned for, but charlotte never once made her daughter feel unwanted. if anything, charlotte loved isabel with the kind of devotion that made her feel like the most important person in the world. she was exhausted more often than not, but she always found time for her daughter, always had a story before bed or a few minutes to sit beside her after a long shift. her father never seemed to understand that kind of love. to him, isabel was another expense, another responsibility, another mouth to feed in a life he already believed had been ruined enough. where charlotte made isabel feel cherished, her father spent years making her feel like something that should have never been there.
1997 : then, charlotte moreau disappeared. she had gone to work that morning like she always did, kissed isabel goodbye, and promised she'd be home later. but, she never came home. there was no note, no explanation, nothing that could make sense of the fact that a woman who had built her entire life around her daughter could simply vanish. charlotte was the second person to disappear that summer, and suddenly everyone magnolia was on edge. searches stretched on while strangers asked questions and neighbors lowered their voices whenever isabel walked into a room. her father insisted that charlotte had left. other people eventually decided the same. isabel never did. she was still a child, but she knew her mother. charlotte would never leave her. not without saying goodbye.
after you : after charlotte disappeared, isabel was left alone with the father she had spent most of her childhood trying not to need. without her mother there, there was nothing soft left between them. home became a place where isabel learned to listen for footsteps and recognize the difference between an ordinary silence and the kind that meant she should stay out of sight. she became a quiet little thing, always tired, always somewhere else in her head. people in town noticed. they saw a young girl who stopped who seemed to shrink a little more every year. they pitied her, of course. poor isabel. poor girl losing her mother and growing up with that father. but pity never made her feel less alone.
unraveling : somewhere between childhood and adulthood, isabel stopped knowing where grief ended and everything else began. she couldn't let charlotte go, because letting her go felt too much like agreeing that she had really left. so she held on to every memory until memories became the only thing she trusted. she replayed conversations in her head, questioned things she was sure she remembered, and spent years wondering if there had been something she should have noticed. the more she searched for an answer, the further she seemed to disappear inside herself. she was becoming obsessed. she knew she wasn't crazy. she knew that. but sometimes she would wake from a dream convinced she'd heard her mother's voice, or catch herself speaking to an empty room, and suddenly she wasn't quite so certain anymore.
ghost : by thirty one, isabel had become something of a ghost in her own hometown. she worked at the library, lived alone, and had grown so accustomed to the quiet that she sometimes forgot what it felt like to talk to someone. magnolia knew her as the poor moreau girl, the one whose mother disappeared and who never quite came back from it. people were kind to her in that careful way reserved for someone they thought might break if handled too roughly. they stopped asking questions when she looked tired, stopped inviting her places when she started declining, and eventually learned to leave her alone. isabel told herself she preferred it that way. being alone was easier than explaining why she still missed someone who had been gone for twenty years. most days, she managed well enough. she went to work, came home, wrote in her journals, and tried not to think too hard about everything she had lost. she had built a small life around her grief, and that was enough.
&& 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 .
the waiting game : isabel has never really stopped waiting for her mother. she’ll sometimes catch herself looking toward the front door when she hears a car outside, or pause in the middle of something because a familiar song suddenly reminds her of charlotte. she knows it’s been nearly twenty years. she knows what everyone expects her to believe. but some small, stubborn part of her still believes that if she waits long enough, her mother will eventually come home.
book worm : isabel is far too attached to the magnolia library. not because she’s particularly passionate about books, though she does love them, but because it’s one of the only places where she’s ever felt completely comfortable. she knows which regulars like which chairs, which books are always returned late, and which parts of the building stay quietest after closing. sometimes she’ll stay long after her shift ends simply because going home feels lonelier than being there.
memory hoarder : isabel writes things down because she’s terrified of forgetting. conversations, dreams, little details from her day, things people say in passing that she thinks might matter later. she has notebooks everywhere, and she'll occasionally find something she wrote years ago and have absolutely no memory of writing it. her journals are less about documenting her life and more about proving to herself that her memories are real.
don't call me crazy : isabel has become incredibly sensitive to being told she’s imagining things. she can handle someone disagreeing with her, but the second someone suggests she’s paranoid or losing her mind, she shuts down completely. it doesn't help that she knows people in town already think she’s a little strange. she’ll insist she’s perfectly fine even when she very obviously isn't, mostly because she’s terrified that admitting otherwise will mean nobody ever believes her again.
the little things : isabel notices everything. she’ll remember what someone was wearing three weeks ago, recognize a handwriting sample from years earlier, or notice that someone has suddenly started taking a different road home. most people don't think twice about details like that, but isabel has spent her entire life searching for the one thing everyone else missed. sometimes she’s right. sometimes she’s reading far too much into nothing. the problem is that she doesn't always know which one it is.
&& 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 .
best friend : the one person who’s been there through every version of isabel. they’re one of the few people who have never treated her like she was fragile. they’ve sat with her through the bad days, listened to the same stories about charlotte more times than they can count, and learned when to let isabel talk and when to simply sit beside her. isabel doesn't say it often, but they’re probably the closest thing she has to family.
library regular : they started coming into the library for books and somehow ended up staying for isabel. they’ve developed an easy little routine of conversations at the front desk, and what started as casual small talk has slowly become something isabel actually looks forward to. she knows their favorite authors, and exactly how long they’ll linger after checking something out. her coworkers are convinced they’re flirting. isabel insists they’re just friends. neither of them has actually defined what’s happening.
the believer : they’re one of the only people who actually believes isabel when she talks about charlotte. not necessarily because they agree with every conclusion she’s drawn, but because they’ve never treated her like she’s crazy for still wanting answers. they’ll listen to her theories, ask questions, and occasionally tell her when they think she’s getting too far inside her own head. isabel trusts them because they know the difference between believing her and blindly agreeing with her.
