Isabel Kabra

by The Jordanator

This is a charcter description of my favorite character, an assignment I had to do in English at school. This is a first-person view of Ian Kabra, and how he views Isabel in Book 3, series 2, at the AWW speech at the UN building. I definitely don't own the 39 Clues, just so people aren't skeptical.

A/N: Hi guys! I had to write this for my English Creative Writing assignment on charcter description, so I chose to do mine on Isabel Kabra. Hope you guys enjoy it, as much as my teacher did! :D

-The Jordanator-

I could see her clearly, a shining beacon emanating a loved heroine. Standing resolutely on stage was the woman absorbing the applause, the same woman who flicked me aside like a fleck on her Prada outfit.

Isabel Kabra composed a perfect figure, an angel radiating a glowing aura. Resting flawlessly on her shoulders was a face exceeding the definition of beautiful, tilted attractively toward the cameras, her amber eyes sparkling. Adorning her pampered face was immaculate brown hair.

Everyone was mesmerised by Isabel, and she knew it. As founder of AidsWorksWonders, a non-profit organisation dedicated to saving lives, she knew it was essential to look dazzling. And her fans just kept cheering her on, even now as Isabel boasted about the work of her charity. To the millions of people worldwide, Isabel was a saint.

But I knew better.

Yes, deep underneath the designer clothes and make-up lay a cold blooded snake. When she wanted to be, Isabel Kabra could be crafty and vicious. Her best-known talents were poisoning anyone that dared get in her way and making the most hardened men squeak like mice in a cobra's nest. She could embrace you with her blessing, saying, "Everyone will love your new product, you'll be a success!" Then she would strike you from behind and say "Burn their products. Shut down the factory, it's worthless." Isabel was the perfect combination of Ares and Athena, decorated with the beauty of Aphrodite.

I watched my mother finish her speech and step down from the stage, even as her fans began to line up to see their idol. Before I could give it any consideration, I swooped into line. It sickened me to think that as she promoted herself and her fraud of a charity to the world, she was probably carrying out her mastermind plan. And an evil one too. As the line condensed, the knot in my stomach tightened. It was like Isabel was scanning everyone she met through those sharp, snake-like eyes, searching for her prey. That prey was me, the mouse she was looking for. But I knew I couldn't squeak under her presence, if I wanted to stand up to her. She can't keep on running her megalomaniac idea, while I'm nothing but a worthless fool who she disowned two years ago. Then suddenly, she was there before me. Face-to-face with Mum, her eyes gleaming with instant recognition.

"Ian, darling." Isabel purred. "I've been expecting you."