Isabella Mora

When Levialle arrived with their support staff for the show, Isabella was already busy setting up their stage and gathering the audince. She thought she'd done rather well. Of course, 'doing well' was merely recieving a hail of bullets from the police as she stood in front of them, invisible, and curtsying. "Thank you, thank you. Welcome to the great and mysterious Levialle's opening show of the season!" She took the screams of fear, shouts of horror, and flurry of bullets to be nothing more than applause. The tiny bits of metal merely bounced off her skin like nerf darts.

No one could see apart from Levi, but Isabella herself really was a horrifying sight. Her normal demon mask hid her facial features, her Hollow hole was exposed by her low cut dress, and she was soaked in blood and bits of flesh. She'd been the one who'd 'put on the make up', of one of their support staff, while she assumed they'd done the same to the others once she'd shown them how to do it. Ripping off muscle, organs and connective tissue really was messy work, but Isabella didn't really seem to mind at all. In fact, she was quite pleased with herself.

When she heard Levi arrive and call out to her, Isabella turned and gave him a thumbs up, then turned back about to begin tossing out single organs and bits of muscle onto the police. A few were disgusted and broke rank, while others just shouted and shot more. "Thank you, you're too kind, really! Now, sit back and enjoy the show!" With that, she half ran, half skipped over to Levialle, and began to join in with his dancing with some moves she'd learnt earlier. "It's going really well, Levi! I don't think we've ever had a crowd this big and excited!"