Post by Izzy on Aug 28, 2009 22:25:59 GMT -8
.:Name:.
Iziah Levitcus
.:Nickname:.
Izzy, Levi
.:Age:.
17
.:Grade:.
Freshman
.:Birthday:.
22 December
.:Height:.
5'9 / 178 cm
.:Weight:.
163 Lbs / 74 Kg
.:Blood Type:.
B+
.:Gender:.
Male
.:Ethnicity:.
French / Welsh
.:Nationality:.
English
.:Sexuality:.
Homosexual
.:Eye Color:.
Dark Blue
.:Hair Color:.
Blond (Sometimes Dyed Pink)
.:Hobbies & Talents:.
Painting, Sewing, Hair Styling, Track and Field. Pickpocketing, Thieving.
.:Favorite things:.
His Comb, Small Teddy Bear Key Chain, His Jewelry, Rain, Lightning, The Cold. Football (Manchester City)
.:Least Favorite Things:.
Boats. Fire. Intense Heat. People In Power. Manchester United.
.:Gangs or Clubs:.
N/A
.:Personality:.
Overview
Izzy is cold, calculative and somewhat talkative but often speaks in a derogatory manner. His life has been cruel, so he believes what has happened to him should happen to them. He is odd in the way that once he gets to know people or believe in certain people he is loyal, he is kind and he will defend them with his life. But his sometimes brash nature makes it hard for him to talk to. In a fight he is quiet, he is stoic and he is powerful. His quietness allows him to secrete an aura of power that has been known to frighten lesser fighters. He has a quick wit which often confuses and astounds those around him which in turn can cause violent rebuttal's. Izzy is also a believer in the school values and that everything has to have some semblance of control over it Izzy is not one to run away from a fight. He is slightly sadistic and enjoys torturing. When needed he is quite the actor, and believes in "if you can use someone or something to your advantage, do it!"
Towards New People
Izzy's personality towards others he does not know is often cold and heartless. Unless he tries to instigate the conversation. Then he can come off a little brash or cocky. He is sometimes seen as inward and as an 'Emo' but he does not believe he is. He is just sick of trusting people and being abused, broken. Izzy is the typical loner in the fact of his demeanor towards those he deems...worthless. Izzy has and therefore knows the quality of a man before they speak. Izzy once he meets someone, as soon as the introduction is done he will know if this person is socially acceptable or worthless gutter trash who is a waste of human life. He rarely speaks in a friendly manner and normally when he does he is attempting to get something out of them.
Towards Those He Knows
Towards his friends Izzy is calm, collected and casual. He can feel like he can say anything too them and it will be fine. He treats them with respect and offers them help if they ever need it from a place to stay, to money or even food he has always been that way. His generosity has also been his undoing as that was the reason he was eventually caught and taken to this god forsaken island.
Moral Belief
Izzys morals, or lack there of mainly consists around one proverb his Father taught him. "if you can use someone or something to your advantage, do it!" So basically if Izzy believes he is able to make use of someone, even though he may not like them. He will do so and dispose of them once they have fulfilled their duties. There is not much he would not do...for one with out morals he feels no regret for doing anything that is bad. Although he lacks morals with people he respects the values laid down by the school system and believes that it is necessary to maintain some form of hierarchy through out the school to maintain order. Because even though everyone wants freedom, it will always come at a price that many are not willing to pay.
In A Fight
Ahh the strong silent type, the scary yet politically accepted silent type. This is how you could define Izzy during a fight, instead of boasting about his skills, about boasting that any fool could be beaten by his awesomeness he stays quiet and shows his dominance over others by beating them to the ground. Whilst silent this also intimidates and infuriates those who are fighting him and those around him. When he is like this, lesser fighters such as those who are all talk often feel a slight fear factor at the aura that seems to come from with in him. But as he said his true power comes from within...his body is just a tool...This stands true for Izzy mainly because of this one ability which is nothing bar a mind trick that can be played on the opponent.
.:Ideal:.
A Place Were Power Does Not Corrupt And Is Used For The Good Of All.
.:Belief:.
Christian (Devout)
.:Mentality:.
Borderline (Psychotic)
.:Appearance:.
Head
Izzy has a thin jaw line, with a roundish cranium. His jaw ends in a slightly pointed chin, he has clean, pearly white teeth. He has a sharp piercing gaze, and a thin nose, that is rounded towards the end.He has full lips, and regular sized ears. The lobes are connected to his jaw line. His facial features when put together give him a very smooth, somewhat feminine look about it. But it is still beautiful. His hair is a shaggy length, that can be twisted, and teased into many different styles and lengths. It is a pale blond, sometimes dyed in many colors.
Upper
His skin tone is like a mocha, a faded brown, that looks smooth and unscathed. He has a rock solid body, due to his constant training. His frame is wiry yet compact and can take a beating. His chest is tight and hard, his bones are thickened due to the times they have been broken and are harder to break now. His shoulders are well rounded and broad, with powerful looking arms. He has rough, scarred hands due to the amount of fighting he has done.
Lower
He has strong powerful legs. They are well built legs, with large size 12 feet. He has scars over his thighs and calves from places he has stayed in during his year on the streets. His lower torso is compacted well and his quite fluid in movements. He has a four pack and is tanned. His legs are built around speed over strength. On foot he would back himself over anyone else in a foot race.
.:Apparel Information:.
Izzy's fashion sense comes from items that are simple and work well. So denim jeans, gym shoes or runners, tight shirts and jumpers. The occasional beanie to keep his head warm. Gloves and scarfs depending on the weather and overcoats to keep the cold and the rain out.
He has a wide array of jewelry from multiple necklaces, most of which are silver with varied pendants, to bracelets, wristbands, watches, rings and many many earrings. With this he is able to wear what he likes when he likes.
.:History:.
Iziah Levitcus, was born in France to a Welsh mother by the name of Helen Wood, and French Father by the name of Leverett Levitcus. His mother was a Chef and his father was the owner of the restaurant in Metz. It was not that successful but it did enough to get by. During Izzy's first year, his mother had to stay away from work so the business, with out her cooking began a decline. Which slowly turned the place to Ruin. Leverett sold the place before it became unsalvagable and returned home for a short while. During those times, which Izzy was told about every time his father beat him, he use to blame he and his mother for causing his dream to crash. His mother was often beaten and ravaged in a drunken stupor.
His mother left as soon as she could, leaving poor Izzy alone in the house with Leverett. His father stopped his violent assaults on the family when this happened. Instead he took to gambling and gambling quite heavily. Still in his infancy his father had gambled away everything they owned including the house and he still owed a large sum. With the 'debt collectors' at his door, he fled with Izzy. He went to England, to family he had in Manchester. His sister was kind enough, but she never liked seeing a half French boy. Thought it destroyed the Levitcus lineage who were meant to be assigned to royalty at one stage. But she treated them well enough.
As he grew up in the household, his father became more drunk and began to get in more and more fights always explaining to his son that if you can use someone or something, then do it and take hold. That was what he was always trying to do. Get a foot hold in the area so he could support himself and ditch his son on his sister who he always spoke politely in front of. But behind closed doors, twisted everything so he could ruin her and take control. He was always planning, always scheming. To Izzy he was the most vile thing in the world, but he was also the most influential.
The older Izzy got the more insidious his father became. At age six, his father had come home in a panic, his eyes wide with shock, his breath heavy with beer. Izzy remembers this point clearly for this is when life went to shit. His dad, the gambler he was had once again amassed a huge debt and now both the French and the English were after him. They would take everything he and his family owned to get the money back. His dad in the rush he was packed a single suitcase, took everything he could and ran. Slamming the door closed in front of his surprised son. With in ten minutes, two black cars came and pulled up out the front of the house. Four large men came in, each wielding some form of firearm which were not distinguishable at that time to Izzy. They came in, putting him down on the ground, tied him, his auntie and shot the uncle all in an instant. Then slowly and meticulously they ransacked the house of Valuables.
Twenty minutes late, his Auntie, who despite her 30 or so years was very attractive, and had only had sex a number of times was brought into the groups pay roll. She was drugged up quite often, and beaten until she finally became obedient. Izzy never saw her again. Izzy however was treated very 'kindly', being six at the time he was thrown around like a toy and became a servant in the main headquarters. He would serve tea, and bring food and alcohol to the 'guests'. He would sleep in the servants area, a small dank room in the basement that house him and two other females both older than he. At age six, he already developed the ability of not crying no matter how hard the predicament.
He was there for two years, he was eight before things became really bad. The two girls he had started out with had grown old enough to be sold off, or marketed and a few more girls and one other boy has come into the area. The girls were being herded out again, sold off to people who wanted children or slaves. It did not matter, this was the underworld, what happened here was out of sight to the normal people. During this period one particular man had arrived, he had also taken a particular liking to Izzy. Izzy who was a slender young male at that age, this man being a pedo made it the perfect pairing, from one point of view anyway.
This new man in the business bought him, outright. Although at the time Izzy did not mind, and did not know what would occur he was more than thankful and showed his enthusiasm and glee to his new master. That soon changed to fear and loathing. Once again he had been taken to a worse place, no mother, no father, no family. He was sold into slavery for sex to a pedophile and there was not a damn thing he could do about it at the time. He was taken to the new house, a mansion. He had his own room, his own clothes which were all very nice, he also had toys to play with but after the initial time nothing felt the same. He was collard, and the collar was locked, Izzy unable to get it off was worried. Then the lead was attached and he was taken into his new masters room where he would recount some of the most vile times ever. He was beaten, raped, fondled, burnt, licked and bitten he was completely at the old bastards mercy. Whatever he wanted to occur. Occurred. Izzy after each assault could not sit right, was often bleeding but he never cried. He was always cleaned up and taken back into his room where he stayed locked out of site.
For a year he dealt with the pain, he dealt with the solitude, the rape and torture but only for a year. It was then that he remembered his dads advice. If you can use someone to your advantage. Do it! His eyes became hard and distant, he acted out like he enjoyed it, like he was completely obedient. And soon the collar and leash were not needed. Within weeks of this new charade he was as free as he had been in years. He then had to keep it up. He fed that bastard all of his lustful needs all whilst planning on how to get out of this situation. Then one day it came to him. Kill him. During the times he was with the master, the other two attendants where given a two hour break. Neither liked him, for they were the same as Izzy, at one stage they had been bought and raped. They were just too old now so they stayed with each other to fill the gap. But Izzy was not gonna end up like them. During one session, the last session Izzy had been topped as usual by his strength, as the man was in his climax, Izzy had pulled free, turning and grabbing him where he shouldn't be grabbed. Holding that at bay, his eyes steeled and grabbed wine bottle that had just been emptied, in his ass before, he smashed it across his putrid, sweating face, then using the now jacked end plunged it into his throat. Killing him instantly. With that done, he had secured his freedom. Now to run!
He had had thirty minutes before the two fag servants came back, he rushed and hurriedly cleaned himself, packed a large duffel bag full of clothes, grabbed large wads of money, also took some valuable items and left the mansion. Heading back towards Manchester. The money he had would not last, he would not find a family to live with. He had no talents and was too young to work. The only thing he knew was how to please a man. Which was not that good of a skill, or a skill he would find handy at the moment. So in his new found freedom, he searched for shelter for his first night. And found it, in a derelict old building set for demolition in three months time. Plenty of time to find a new place.
Thus began the tale of Iziah, the beggar on the street at age nine. He hid and ran through the streets of a night time, the duffel bag always with him. During the day he buried it in the old planks of the house that he slept in. This place was unused, but not derelict. He had a small area in the back made for himself. A stolen mattress, some sheets to keep him warm. In the duffel bag was all he needed, clothes, his money and cell phone which he had picked up from someones bag. As the years got on he had to begin to fight to get food and money. He lost quite often being only ten and eleven, he was always starving and often bleeding. But he was more content and felt better than he had ever been. He even began to trust and talk to others.
At around age thirteen he began to con and swindle people out of money or food. Often challenging them to a duel of some sort. He rarely resorted to violence unless it got to him. He was better at games of chance like dice. With a good acting ability, a shabby appearance and only enough money to keep him clean enough to avoid gang green and enough food enough to keep him from getting scurvy or vitamin deficiency he survived on the streets stealing, fighting, conning and tricking. This was his life, every three months or so he often had to change places, sometimes when he had the money to spare he would stay in backpacker hostels which were cheap but a lot better than the street, or a derelict house or warehouse. He was proud of himself, and his adaptability to any given situation.
At around fifteen he became involved with other kids, they were like him except they had homes. They fought, stole and swindled for fun and they seemed like fun people. Iziah being a non people person approached cautiously but he was accepted, he played football with them in the parks, before they set off to make some money to get the candy they wanted. In a larger group it was much easier, two distract the others steal. It was amazing at the amount of money people gave to young kids performing, it was more amazing at the amount they carried on them. Each day, they would rake in more money than Iziah had seen in his life. They always split it up equally. For a first time in many a year, he was able to buy new clothing, and not just steal what fits.
At sixteen he inadvertently became the leader of a small rag tag group of teenagers who fought it out through out the area. They all went to school and see Izzy, with no school, no restrictions as the ultimate form of freedom. If only they had known what he had gone through to get that freedom. This was also the time he decided to try out sex on his own accord, for when he wanted. He tried both male and females, because he was often accosted by both just wandering the streets. He found that neither was to his disliking, and the fact it could be a good stress reliever as well. Him and his crew slowly took out the other 'gangs' in the area, making them there's. He was not much of a leader but he was stronger than the others so they followed him.
Around this time was when he met a man that would change his life. Although he was old, he was kind and was the first adult to show genuine care about Izzy. The man would meet him in the park by accident, then on purpose he gave Izzy money, food, clothes and a blanket which kept him warm. During these meetings they would walk and talk, although it took a little bribing for Izzy to talk to him, he began to genuinely appreciate the social experience. Then the man gave him a start saying he would like to take him in and bring him into a school. Izzy was shocked he was free but he was alone, he was often cold and he was nothing but skin and bone.
It took a good month for the old man to make Izzy agree to coming with him, with out telling him where. Izzy finally agreed, packed up what little belongings he owned and went with him. For a month or two, the time seemed to go by quick for Izzy he stayed at a villa in London before he was told they were moving back to California where the old man's main office was. Although reluctant he followed if only to see the world and get out of the drabness of London. He was tired of the cold. By the time he got to America he had built up a physique with food, he had color in his skin and he had more energy than before. It was good.
Izzy moved to America, and lived in the sky rise that the old man owned. He found out, through out his month there before school had began that the old man was a widower who had lost his previous son in England. That was why he had taken in a street urchin. Even besides that he was a generous man who helped Izzy all he wanted. Izzy being a person who only wanted what he needed to survive never took much but gave back a lot in return. He was given the shared apartment with the old man, but he only came home every now and again, often staying at work. He started school for the first time ever at PHS #259 two weeks after his 17th birthday. It was going to be interesting.
.:Living Status Information:.
Type of residence: Penthouse Apartment in Media Skyrise.
Roommates: (N/A)
.:Fighting Style:.
Street Fighting or Freestyle
.:Description:.
Izzy's fighting style is not really a style and is more a random collaboration of many different styles, techniques and thought processes. It revolves mainly around survival. Then adaptation. Izzy's main usage will be grapples, in where he is strongest. Then the use of elbows, or a weapon if available will come into play. He is always looking to end the fight as quickly as possible, so once they are out he can set to work giving them a long and painful recovery process. That is his way.
.:Strengths:.
Izzy's overall strengths reside in his adaptability to any given situation. He can fight hard, fist for fist, or smart moving around his opponents systematically destroying them with out getting hurt. He is a natural born fighter with a rough exterior and a dangerous personality he prides himself on his fighting. He has some strength but most of it is brought forth by his speed and knowledge of how to destroy the human body. Flesh can be rendered, bones can be broken but the most fun part for him, is the bloodshed. With out blood it is not as fun. He is easily spurred on by his emotions, so the more fun he is having the stronger he gets, the better he gets, if he finds it boring he loses his wits and focuses on crushing them to the ground. He is a simple man to read, which also makes him a difficult opponent to judge. Since he has no set style he fights how ever he wants with what ever attack he wants. It is an ever evolving fighting form.
.:Weaknesses:.
His main weakness is his willingness to rush into a fight, even if he can not win it. He will rush headlong in to a useless fight just for the thrill of the fight, to see the bloodshed to hear the sounds of the breaking bones. Even if it is his own. He does not care for his own body as well as he should hence why he is easily injured. He is also a man that has a very weak body to begin with, thanks to malnourishment and a lot of mental and physical trauma that has happened through out his life. His mental stability is also one of those weakness, that can affect him in a fight. If a certain situation makes him recall what has happened in the past he can flip, become a cowering weakling, crying and curled in a corner. It is astounding.
.:Years Practiced:.
7
.:Fight History:.
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Wins: 0
Draws: 0
Losses: 0
EXP Earned: 0
Stats:
Str: 20 | Dex: 25 | Con: 10 | Wis: 20 | Int: 10 | Cha: 10
Stats Growth:
Str: 20 | Dex: 25 | Con: 10 | Wis: 20 | Int: 10 | Cha: 10
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Vir's Jacket A jacket black in color, sleeveless and with a hood, that is was oddly worn by almost every person with an attitude towards retribution, because of this every time the wearer takes a hit they get an increase in their strength. As if they where the god of Revenge himself. +2 Str for every hit taken. |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase:
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
