A socially awkward, vertically-challenged and somewhat sadistic individual who views the world from a pessimistic perspective and names her clarinets after her recently deceased relatives. This sexually confused, gender ambiguous imp is a city-dweller who can often be found feeding on the souls of others in a desperate attempt to remain in touch with reality.
If you are unfortunate enough to come into contact with an Isha, feed it crackers.
Person 1: Get Bach, it's Isha!
Person 2: I'll Handel this, give me your Schumann
*throws shoe at Isha, causing her to lose balance and fall off her tone row into a chasm of atonality*
Person 1: Well that's one more off the hit Liszt