Real Name: Isabella Swan
Location: Hunting
Age: 20
Marital Status: Seperated
Sex: Female
Occupation: none
His power was great, and he wielded it now with passion that left no room for caution or care. The wind howled in agony as his gift closed the distance between his mind and hers. What he called in that cursed storm was death itself. He turned, putting the shriek of the wind and the tumultuous sea at his back, for she stood upon the high ground. A ghost of a smile gracing her lips. Her beauty was inhuman, and ice cold. Her eyes were a brilliant red, her lips, the delicate pink of rose pettles, her skin, marble white. When she spoke, her voice was the seductive purr of a siren- one who had lured countless men to their deaths. "You're rash to seek me out...Edward. Do you, too, hunger for the bite of my kiss...?"
"It's time to come home, Bella."
