Post by Isaac on Dec 6, 2011 8:24:22 GMT -8
Basic Information
Full Name: Isaac James Hellman
Also Known As: Reaver (see history for details)
Age: 16
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 103 lbs.
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, but stays away from most girls. See History for details.
Eye Color: Crimson/Blood Red. Eyes actually glow very bright, which is much more evident at night than day, though it is noticeable at day if one pays attention.
Hair: White
Past Time Information
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, playing music, reading books (non-fictional and factual ones only, as he finds others as a distraction from his goal.) inventing, thrill seeking, knife throwing, parkour, poetic writing, killing gangs and other people he views as "blights to society", "greed fishing" (one of his ways to "purge society", consists of him tying a coin or dollar bill to a string, then if anyone goes for it, pulling it and keeping it just out of reach, leading his prey to an alley or other secluded location of his choosing, then striking. The bodies are disposed of in a dumpster, and once the dumpster is full, he ceases for a time.)
Talents: Musically inclined, is a good writer, possesses a photographic memory and notices everything in his environment, has extremely honed senses (which make him hard to surprise and harder to hit or find), is an exceptional battle and infiltration tactician, able to throw knives with deadly accuracy, is fairly skilled with most all types of weaponry (though still can't cause much damage due to weak strength), is extremely adept at running and climbing (parkour), has a knack for interpreting feelings of others, is an extremely accomplished thief, has exceptional experience with electronics (masterful at hot wiring cars, disabling security systems, ect.)
Favorite things: Friends, good food, sharp objects, burning things/people and fire in general (for its cleansing properties), the sight/smell/taste of blood
Sports/Clubs None
Misc.: Does NOT date. Rarely speaks unless he feels it's needed. Avoids alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs as if they kill on contact because he knows they dull the senses, which he reveres as invaluable tools in combat.
Mental Information
Personality: Friendly and respectful (to a fault), but shy and withdrawn
Mentality: Subject believes he is sane, but has had many disagreements. In reality he is extremely mentally unstable as is obvious around people, which he tries to avoid. Has been heard talking to "voices in his head". Has gained an unnatural blood lust and "corrects" anything he sees as a defect to society on the whim of the voices he hears in his head that he is often heard speaking with.
Ideals: Respect all but those who pay you none in return, and do what feels right, not what is labelled right (often leads to people's deaths). Hurt what hurts you. Let your actions speak for you, not your mouth.
Beliefs: "I don't BELIEVE in killing people, but I DO believe in punishment for wrongful actions. If said punishment leads to death, well, that's life. Except it's not. You know, because they're dead." Subject used to be Roman Catholic and still occasionally attends church, but has lost a great deal of faith in religion. Also, has lost all belief in love and happiness and has gained a rather dark view of love (see History for details). Has a strong belief and finds much entertainment in revenge and retribution.
Physical Information
Build: Thin and not very tall
Defining Marks: Scars around face, more on back, chest, and right arm.
Description: Subject is shorter and lighter than most for his age and as such is easily distinguished in a crowd of peers. Build of the body looks... fragile. Build is comprised of thin arms and an equally thin torso and legs to match. Skin is very pale, to put it lightly, because the subject tends to stay indoors and doesn't care much for extreme amounts of sunlight. He almost exclusively goes out at night. Face is kept shaven and clean. Often goes out for walks late at night. Possesses a ghastly visage due to massive amount of scarring on his face that will serve to distinguish the subject in a crowd as well. Scars run extensively from the right side of the neck up the cheek and down the shoulder. Others, though less significant, are located on the left side of the cheek. More extensive scars are located on the right arm (which he tries to hide) and on the back and chest. Because of the subject's low weight and short height, he is very fast and hard to hit, but at the same time, he doesn't have the strength to inflict major damage with fists. Because of this, he takes advantage of pressure points and utilizes sharp objects in fights, though he tries to avoid fights to a degree. He is able to take a decent amount of punishment, but is not adept at taking multiple hits. He relies on dodging attacks. Because of his blood type, which he is actively aware of, he doesn't pick fights unless he feels like it, due to the fact that he can only take blood of his same type.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Nothing, but tends to attempt (in vain) to hide his facial scars from passersby.
Shirts: Wears a short sleeve white undershirt and a dark green dress shirt, worn untucked and unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up.
Pants: Wears loose black carpenter pants.
Shoes: Always wears a pair of Van's Classic Slip-Ons that sport a white and black checkerboard pattern.
Misc: Wears a tropical necklace consistent of a series of ocean blue beads occasionally segmented by a brown nut. Subject considers it his most valuable belonging, as it was given to him by one of his dearest friends, the only person he ever loved, who is now deceased. He never takes it off. See history for details.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Maboroshi (self made, self named, self taught. Literal term is Phantom in English)
Years Practiced: Since death of parents 12 years ago
Description of style: "When killing a foe, you should make his death as silent as a whisper, as painful as love, and as long as time itself." The style consists less of damaging the opponent and more of inflicting as much pain as possible with as little damage as possible, all while avoiding being hit and, most of the time, remaining unseen and unheard. When prioritized, the style is first about stealth (unless stealth isn't a factor in the conflict. In that case, it's the same priority minus the stealth.), second about avoiding attacks, and third about inflicting vicious damage and moreover unheard of amounts of pain. It utilizes much stealth and assassination techniques. A prerequisite is a mastery with most all hand-held weapons (guns excluded), as well as an extremely well educated knowledge of pressure points. There are three main disciplines that the subject associates with the style:
The first discipline is a head on attack that focuses on pressure points with the hands or with a knife or other sharp object if used. It iss often referred to as feral. The outcome desired is to bring the victim to his knees in pain though no real damage has been inflicted (this would not be the case if a knife or sharp object was utilized, though out of respect for fairness in duels, doesn't use knives in scheduled fights. However, knives are on the subject's person at all times, especially when on midnight strolls.), and then proceed to inflict real damage when the target is not able to retaliate, whilst still causing a large amount of pain. This frontal and overt assault method is not often used. The second discipline is based more on the element of surprise, utilized by concealing one's self in shadows or various hiding places, then silently emerging and proceeding to attack from behind, though still trying to first cause the target pain before real damage, similar to the first discipline. This discipline is used very often. The third discipline is used more for survival than anything else, as it is based on utilizing anything around one's self as a weapon whilst slowly retreating. For example, if the subject is fighting a foe that is much stronger and more skilled and said confrontation took place in the cafeteria, the subject may grab a knife/fork and make a small injury, then grab a container of salt to be used on the wound. While the foe is reeling from the pain, the subject would proceed with escape, and possibly hide to surprise attack later. This last discipline is used only when needed. A base trait shared by all the disciplines is to separate the foe from his weapon, if he has one. All things considered, it is a very sadistic fighting style.
History Information
History: Isaac's life started well, being born into a wealthy family with one sister. At the age of four, his parents died of unknown causes (poison from business rivals), and our subject's sister (who was at the time nineteen years old) dumped her brother in an orphanage and ran off with her parent's inheritance.
Isaac was still a bit young to understand everything that was going on, but what he could comprehend was that his parents were gone, as was his sister, and he was stuck in a place where he knew no one and felt alienated. In his mind, the solution to his problem was simple: run away.
Isaac, now almost five, began a very early street life. He went around his hometown of Rockwood, Maine surviving off of whatever he could find. After time, he started travelling west, on foot. He began teaching himself to fight at this time. He also became a quite masterful thief. He also had many traumatic experiences that left him mentally damaged, and said experiences are also the cause of the scars on him.
At the age of 7, while still travelling west, Isaac stopped in a small town and started stealing from a garden. He was caught by a boy who tended to the garden, named Zyxon. He immediately brought him to the ground thinking that the boy would turn him in, but instead of turning him in, Zyxon let him take and eat his fill, in exchange for training in his fighting style. He stayed in the town for awhile, mostly so that he could eat from the garden, but also to speak with his new friend and keep good on his promise. He soon had to leave, however, as he found that he had caused Zyxon much trouble by staying and taking food. After awhile, he understood that if he was to make a living later in life, he would need to get an education.
When he turned eleven, he "enrolled" himself in middle school. He was largely unpopular at school and was often made fun of, and got in trouble many times for fighting with students, though because of his experience with fighting, it was no real contest for him. The fights were more akin to a slaughter, though the student was still alive. He was nearly thrown out of school multiple times, but his high academic achievements helped to keep him in school, and he even resisted fighting a bit on the principle's request, though most students were too scared to say anything to him, much less be around him at this point.
He did make one friend in middle school, a girl named Elizabeth, who he spent almost all of his free time with, mostly because she was shunned by her peers for hanging out with him, and he wanted her to be happy. After time, he began to develop feelings for her. Unfortunately, fate wouldn't have it that way. Right at the end of Isaac's eight grade year, Elizabeth fell terribly sick, affected by a heart condition. She went to the hospital, but since her parents didn't have the money to pay for the operation she needed, Isaac could do nothing but sit by his love, trying to console her in her final hours as he watched her die a slow and painful death. After three agonizing days by her hospital bed, Elizabeth passed away in Isaac's arms after giving Isaac her necklace, an heirloom of her family that was only to be given to someone who was very loved by the wearer.
The loss was devastating to Isaac. She was the only light in his life, and with her gone, his mind shattered. He no longer thought of rules. He knew that it was society's fault that she had passed. It was society's greed that murdered his love, and he would repay the favor. He would eviscreate greed in any form he saw and in any way he saw fit. He no longer cared what happened to himself as he only wished for revenge on society and its greed, no matter what the cost would be. After Elizabeth's passing, he stopped attending church and his outlook on happiness and love changed for the worse. He promised to her before she died that she would be the only girl in his life. In a journal he once kept, he wrote:
"My happiness has been murdered by what we dare to call 'civilized' society. I feel a pain of immeasurable sorrow for my beloved who would have cleasned the world with the radiant light that angelically eminated from her skin. I know I could have saved her, I just don't know how. These ghosts and ghouls of my past shall continue to haunt me. And as I reflect on what she has meant to me, I have come to the realization that only with the sacraments of the last breath I draw in and the last drop of my blood that shall fall from my body to the surface of the battlefield that surrounds me shall I reach my beloved in the great beyond, where we both shall live without fear, without hate, without anger, only with love. I dare not commit suicide to encroach on the beliefs she held so dear, but I shall forevermore thrust myself into battle, blades unsheathed and glinting in the moonlight until my match has been met and my life and soul have been plucked from my body. As I recollect on my past, I have come to the revelation that Elizabeth was not the first victim of greed in my life. My parents, as I well know though society disagrees, were poisoned by business rivals who wanted to eliminate competition to raise profits. Greed drove them to kill the people who brought me into this world. And of course, I must not forget myself. My life as I knew it long ago was eliminated by greed as he laid his vile hands on my sister, tainting her mind with selfish thoughts to make her leave me in that wretched orphanage while she selfishly took all of our parent's money for her own intents, all the while leaving her only blood brother behind. I know the identity of the murderer, and I shall bring him to justice in all manners I can fathom. Though my enemy lies everywhere, his veins running deep through society, I will kill him, one piece at a time. When I am finished, the bloody corpse of greed shall be strung up in the streets, and the ravens shall leave their perches to pick at his carrion flesh. He will be left to rot so that all may see and so that none may follow his wretched ways. My quest is only at its end when my foe's blood drenches my hands and runs down my arms as I vehemently impale his body repetitively with my blades, which are now forged of hate and the desire for bloody vengeance. Greed's blood shall coat the streets of cities, the plains of farmlands, and the peaks of mountains. I shall hunt him everywhere, in every form he appears, and his blood will run thick through the gutter, along with the blood of those who endorse him or follow in his treacherous footsteps. On my life and my blades, I do so swear: blood will flow."
To this day, he averts his eyes from beautiful girls and resists the temptations of the flesh, staying a virgin. There is yet to be a girl to break his streak.
After passing middle school with flying colors and much sorrow, Isaac decided to get out of town and go somewhere else. The city held too many sad memories. So he began walking west again. As he traveled, he examined and ultimately furthered his hatred of society and what he saw as its defects and failures (the biggest and easiest to remedy of these being greed still, but others had now made his list.) and decided that he would "purge" society of "impurities" himself, one problem at a time, in his own special way. He eventually wound up in Long Beach, California and enrolled in 259. However, now that it has been blown up, he wanders the streets at night for no good reason (occasionally getting into a fight with a mugger or something akin) and kills gangs or goes "greed fishing" twice a day, once in broad daylight, and once in the dark of night. He never wears a mask, as he takes responsibility for his actions, thinking them the right thing to be doing. Because of his habits, he is (naturally) wanted by the police, and, since no one knows his name, to refer to the person behind his crimes, he has been labelled with the moniker "Reaver".
But because of his "worldly experiences", Isaac doesn't give out trust or his history lightly, so as it stands, all of the students think him a normal nerd (scars aside) and believe he has parents that he goes home to every night. None of them know the true story, partly because Isaac doesn't have the faith in people to tell it, and partially because he wishes to spare everyone the sob story. In his own words, "Pity is feeling bad for someone else because their life sucks more than yours." So he puts on the charade of having a happy life, and is in the process ignored, and that's just the way he likes it, as it gives him peace and quiet so he can think.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Roofs, alleys, dark places
Roommates: None
Cases Against The Faculty: none
Cases OfHurting Hospitalizing Killing Students: none proven
Stats:
Strength: 11
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 17
Intelligence: 19
Wisdom: 19
Charisma: 5
Bio Approal Code: No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!
Full Name: Isaac James Hellman
Also Known As: Reaver (see history for details)
Age: 16
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 103 lbs.
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, but stays away from most girls. See History for details.
Eye Color: Crimson/Blood Red. Eyes actually glow very bright, which is much more evident at night than day, though it is noticeable at day if one pays attention.
Hair: White
Past Time Information
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, playing music, reading books (non-fictional and factual ones only, as he finds others as a distraction from his goal.) inventing, thrill seeking, knife throwing, parkour, poetic writing, killing gangs and other people he views as "blights to society", "greed fishing" (one of his ways to "purge society", consists of him tying a coin or dollar bill to a string, then if anyone goes for it, pulling it and keeping it just out of reach, leading his prey to an alley or other secluded location of his choosing, then striking. The bodies are disposed of in a dumpster, and once the dumpster is full, he ceases for a time.)
Talents: Musically inclined, is a good writer, possesses a photographic memory and notices everything in his environment, has extremely honed senses (which make him hard to surprise and harder to hit or find), is an exceptional battle and infiltration tactician, able to throw knives with deadly accuracy, is fairly skilled with most all types of weaponry (though still can't cause much damage due to weak strength), is extremely adept at running and climbing (parkour), has a knack for interpreting feelings of others, is an extremely accomplished thief, has exceptional experience with electronics (masterful at hot wiring cars, disabling security systems, ect.)
Favorite things: Friends, good food, sharp objects, burning things/people and fire in general (for its cleansing properties), the sight/smell/taste of blood
Sports/Clubs None
Misc.: Does NOT date. Rarely speaks unless he feels it's needed. Avoids alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs as if they kill on contact because he knows they dull the senses, which he reveres as invaluable tools in combat.
Mental Information
Personality: Friendly and respectful (to a fault), but shy and withdrawn
Mentality: Subject believes he is sane, but has had many disagreements. In reality he is extremely mentally unstable as is obvious around people, which he tries to avoid. Has been heard talking to "voices in his head". Has gained an unnatural blood lust and "corrects" anything he sees as a defect to society on the whim of the voices he hears in his head that he is often heard speaking with.
Ideals: Respect all but those who pay you none in return, and do what feels right, not what is labelled right (often leads to people's deaths). Hurt what hurts you. Let your actions speak for you, not your mouth.
Beliefs: "I don't BELIEVE in killing people, but I DO believe in punishment for wrongful actions. If said punishment leads to death, well, that's life. Except it's not. You know, because they're dead." Subject used to be Roman Catholic and still occasionally attends church, but has lost a great deal of faith in religion. Also, has lost all belief in love and happiness and has gained a rather dark view of love (see History for details). Has a strong belief and finds much entertainment in revenge and retribution.
Physical Information
Build: Thin and not very tall
Defining Marks: Scars around face, more on back, chest, and right arm.
Description: Subject is shorter and lighter than most for his age and as such is easily distinguished in a crowd of peers. Build of the body looks... fragile. Build is comprised of thin arms and an equally thin torso and legs to match. Skin is very pale, to put it lightly, because the subject tends to stay indoors and doesn't care much for extreme amounts of sunlight. He almost exclusively goes out at night. Face is kept shaven and clean. Often goes out for walks late at night. Possesses a ghastly visage due to massive amount of scarring on his face that will serve to distinguish the subject in a crowd as well. Scars run extensively from the right side of the neck up the cheek and down the shoulder. Others, though less significant, are located on the left side of the cheek. More extensive scars are located on the right arm (which he tries to hide) and on the back and chest. Because of the subject's low weight and short height, he is very fast and hard to hit, but at the same time, he doesn't have the strength to inflict major damage with fists. Because of this, he takes advantage of pressure points and utilizes sharp objects in fights, though he tries to avoid fights to a degree. He is able to take a decent amount of punishment, but is not adept at taking multiple hits. He relies on dodging attacks. Because of his blood type, which he is actively aware of, he doesn't pick fights unless he feels like it, due to the fact that he can only take blood of his same type.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Nothing, but tends to attempt (in vain) to hide his facial scars from passersby.
Shirts: Wears a short sleeve white undershirt and a dark green dress shirt, worn untucked and unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up.
Pants: Wears loose black carpenter pants.
Shoes: Always wears a pair of Van's Classic Slip-Ons that sport a white and black checkerboard pattern.
Misc: Wears a tropical necklace consistent of a series of ocean blue beads occasionally segmented by a brown nut. Subject considers it his most valuable belonging, as it was given to him by one of his dearest friends, the only person he ever loved, who is now deceased. He never takes it off. See history for details.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Maboroshi (self made, self named, self taught. Literal term is Phantom in English)
Years Practiced: Since death of parents 12 years ago
Description of style: "When killing a foe, you should make his death as silent as a whisper, as painful as love, and as long as time itself." The style consists less of damaging the opponent and more of inflicting as much pain as possible with as little damage as possible, all while avoiding being hit and, most of the time, remaining unseen and unheard. When prioritized, the style is first about stealth (unless stealth isn't a factor in the conflict. In that case, it's the same priority minus the stealth.), second about avoiding attacks, and third about inflicting vicious damage and moreover unheard of amounts of pain. It utilizes much stealth and assassination techniques. A prerequisite is a mastery with most all hand-held weapons (guns excluded), as well as an extremely well educated knowledge of pressure points. There are three main disciplines that the subject associates with the style:
The first discipline is a head on attack that focuses on pressure points with the hands or with a knife or other sharp object if used. It iss often referred to as feral. The outcome desired is to bring the victim to his knees in pain though no real damage has been inflicted (this would not be the case if a knife or sharp object was utilized, though out of respect for fairness in duels, doesn't use knives in scheduled fights. However, knives are on the subject's person at all times, especially when on midnight strolls.), and then proceed to inflict real damage when the target is not able to retaliate, whilst still causing a large amount of pain. This frontal and overt assault method is not often used. The second discipline is based more on the element of surprise, utilized by concealing one's self in shadows or various hiding places, then silently emerging and proceeding to attack from behind, though still trying to first cause the target pain before real damage, similar to the first discipline. This discipline is used very often. The third discipline is used more for survival than anything else, as it is based on utilizing anything around one's self as a weapon whilst slowly retreating. For example, if the subject is fighting a foe that is much stronger and more skilled and said confrontation took place in the cafeteria, the subject may grab a knife/fork and make a small injury, then grab a container of salt to be used on the wound. While the foe is reeling from the pain, the subject would proceed with escape, and possibly hide to surprise attack later. This last discipline is used only when needed. A base trait shared by all the disciplines is to separate the foe from his weapon, if he has one. All things considered, it is a very sadistic fighting style.
History Information
History: Isaac's life started well, being born into a wealthy family with one sister. At the age of four, his parents died of unknown causes (poison from business rivals), and our subject's sister (who was at the time nineteen years old) dumped her brother in an orphanage and ran off with her parent's inheritance.
Isaac was still a bit young to understand everything that was going on, but what he could comprehend was that his parents were gone, as was his sister, and he was stuck in a place where he knew no one and felt alienated. In his mind, the solution to his problem was simple: run away.
Isaac, now almost five, began a very early street life. He went around his hometown of Rockwood, Maine surviving off of whatever he could find. After time, he started travelling west, on foot. He began teaching himself to fight at this time. He also became a quite masterful thief. He also had many traumatic experiences that left him mentally damaged, and said experiences are also the cause of the scars on him.
At the age of 7, while still travelling west, Isaac stopped in a small town and started stealing from a garden. He was caught by a boy who tended to the garden, named Zyxon. He immediately brought him to the ground thinking that the boy would turn him in, but instead of turning him in, Zyxon let him take and eat his fill, in exchange for training in his fighting style. He stayed in the town for awhile, mostly so that he could eat from the garden, but also to speak with his new friend and keep good on his promise. He soon had to leave, however, as he found that he had caused Zyxon much trouble by staying and taking food. After awhile, he understood that if he was to make a living later in life, he would need to get an education.
When he turned eleven, he "enrolled" himself in middle school. He was largely unpopular at school and was often made fun of, and got in trouble many times for fighting with students, though because of his experience with fighting, it was no real contest for him. The fights were more akin to a slaughter, though the student was still alive. He was nearly thrown out of school multiple times, but his high academic achievements helped to keep him in school, and he even resisted fighting a bit on the principle's request, though most students were too scared to say anything to him, much less be around him at this point.
He did make one friend in middle school, a girl named Elizabeth, who he spent almost all of his free time with, mostly because she was shunned by her peers for hanging out with him, and he wanted her to be happy. After time, he began to develop feelings for her. Unfortunately, fate wouldn't have it that way. Right at the end of Isaac's eight grade year, Elizabeth fell terribly sick, affected by a heart condition. She went to the hospital, but since her parents didn't have the money to pay for the operation she needed, Isaac could do nothing but sit by his love, trying to console her in her final hours as he watched her die a slow and painful death. After three agonizing days by her hospital bed, Elizabeth passed away in Isaac's arms after giving Isaac her necklace, an heirloom of her family that was only to be given to someone who was very loved by the wearer.
The loss was devastating to Isaac. She was the only light in his life, and with her gone, his mind shattered. He no longer thought of rules. He knew that it was society's fault that she had passed. It was society's greed that murdered his love, and he would repay the favor. He would eviscreate greed in any form he saw and in any way he saw fit. He no longer cared what happened to himself as he only wished for revenge on society and its greed, no matter what the cost would be. After Elizabeth's passing, he stopped attending church and his outlook on happiness and love changed for the worse. He promised to her before she died that she would be the only girl in his life. In a journal he once kept, he wrote:
"My happiness has been murdered by what we dare to call 'civilized' society. I feel a pain of immeasurable sorrow for my beloved who would have cleasned the world with the radiant light that angelically eminated from her skin. I know I could have saved her, I just don't know how. These ghosts and ghouls of my past shall continue to haunt me. And as I reflect on what she has meant to me, I have come to the realization that only with the sacraments of the last breath I draw in and the last drop of my blood that shall fall from my body to the surface of the battlefield that surrounds me shall I reach my beloved in the great beyond, where we both shall live without fear, without hate, without anger, only with love. I dare not commit suicide to encroach on the beliefs she held so dear, but I shall forevermore thrust myself into battle, blades unsheathed and glinting in the moonlight until my match has been met and my life and soul have been plucked from my body. As I recollect on my past, I have come to the revelation that Elizabeth was not the first victim of greed in my life. My parents, as I well know though society disagrees, were poisoned by business rivals who wanted to eliminate competition to raise profits. Greed drove them to kill the people who brought me into this world. And of course, I must not forget myself. My life as I knew it long ago was eliminated by greed as he laid his vile hands on my sister, tainting her mind with selfish thoughts to make her leave me in that wretched orphanage while she selfishly took all of our parent's money for her own intents, all the while leaving her only blood brother behind. I know the identity of the murderer, and I shall bring him to justice in all manners I can fathom. Though my enemy lies everywhere, his veins running deep through society, I will kill him, one piece at a time. When I am finished, the bloody corpse of greed shall be strung up in the streets, and the ravens shall leave their perches to pick at his carrion flesh. He will be left to rot so that all may see and so that none may follow his wretched ways. My quest is only at its end when my foe's blood drenches my hands and runs down my arms as I vehemently impale his body repetitively with my blades, which are now forged of hate and the desire for bloody vengeance. Greed's blood shall coat the streets of cities, the plains of farmlands, and the peaks of mountains. I shall hunt him everywhere, in every form he appears, and his blood will run thick through the gutter, along with the blood of those who endorse him or follow in his treacherous footsteps. On my life and my blades, I do so swear: blood will flow."
To this day, he averts his eyes from beautiful girls and resists the temptations of the flesh, staying a virgin. There is yet to be a girl to break his streak.
After passing middle school with flying colors and much sorrow, Isaac decided to get out of town and go somewhere else. The city held too many sad memories. So he began walking west again. As he traveled, he examined and ultimately furthered his hatred of society and what he saw as its defects and failures (the biggest and easiest to remedy of these being greed still, but others had now made his list.) and decided that he would "purge" society of "impurities" himself, one problem at a time, in his own special way. He eventually wound up in Long Beach, California and enrolled in 259. However, now that it has been blown up, he wanders the streets at night for no good reason (occasionally getting into a fight with a mugger or something akin) and kills gangs or goes "greed fishing" twice a day, once in broad daylight, and once in the dark of night. He never wears a mask, as he takes responsibility for his actions, thinking them the right thing to be doing. Because of his habits, he is (naturally) wanted by the police, and, since no one knows his name, to refer to the person behind his crimes, he has been labelled with the moniker "Reaver".
But because of his "worldly experiences", Isaac doesn't give out trust or his history lightly, so as it stands, all of the students think him a normal nerd (scars aside) and believe he has parents that he goes home to every night. None of them know the true story, partly because Isaac doesn't have the faith in people to tell it, and partially because he wishes to spare everyone the sob story. In his own words, "Pity is feeling bad for someone else because their life sucks more than yours." So he puts on the charade of having a happy life, and is in the process ignored, and that's just the way he likes it, as it gives him peace and quiet so he can think.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Roofs, alleys, dark places
Roommates: None
Cases Against The Faculty: none
Cases Of
Stats:
Strength: 11
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 17
Intelligence: 19
Wisdom: 19
Charisma: 5
| 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 | Row 3 Column 2 |
| 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 | |
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Bio Approal Code: No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!
