Post by wulf on Jan 5, 2009 22:01:22 GMT -5
Name: Isa~~~plush~~~
Age: 24
Race: Wolf
Appearance:
Isa is six foot one and dark, the handsome part can quickly turn into terrifying. His body is made up of what looks like iron cords of muscle that twist around his arms and legs, all gained from running, jumping, leaping, and killing since puberty. His skin is slightly tanned and taught along all of his body, he loves the tension he can always feel while leaping under his skin as the muscles roll and move. His body is covered in scars, when people have somehow seen his body free, they instantly think he himself, was broken at one time. White lines dotted with purple trace along his back, long enough to almost trace from one shoulder blade to the other.
Isa's physical features have always looked dark, but entrancing. People saw potential, power, and inertia when they saw Isa walk, stand, sit, anything. He's always kept his intentions and feelings under wraps, never has anyone guessed what he thought..unless the change is near. When he feels the need to tear, to kill, to ..break something or someone, the never filling black hole that wants to break all around him, shows in his features. If you can imagine, murder in it's most beautiful and physical form, that would be it. His whole body is made for the hunt, the stalking, savoring those last few fearful gasps that the victim gives off before Isa's jaws clamp down. His hair is black with deep blood red thats always been there, on the top of his head are two pitch black furred ears. Isa's tail has always been long enough to trail behind him.
Personality: Isa manipulates, it's the thing he's greatest at...next to murder. Isa's mind is driven by the idea that things are made to be broken, "There is a cycle..." he would always say above his victim's bodies, "A cycle that I will make damn sure continues..". Isa can appear to be the nicest individual, but that's not what draws people close to him. Isa is very charismatic, you can tell with his people skills that he can accomplish much, thing is those poor people never realize what he's trying to accomplish. Isa has always been able to make things happen, they just do around him and that makes people trust him. Many times Isa has drawn up followers and made many..."things" happen.
Isa has a temper, well not a temper really..but a passion for pain, terror, fear, loathing, hate, and dominating another. Sometimes his plans go astray because he has failed to hold back this need to tear, bite, shred, and backstab. Isa's complicated..but in a way simple. He wants to see the world...break, burn, crumple, and fall. That is his passion, his love, and his goal.
Isa does have a soft spot though, for the moon, the grass, the trees, and natural dusk. He's often spent times on the edge of a lake and stared at his beautiful Mother Moon. He feels that his Mother Moon is his only parent, next to the earth beneath him. He wants to see all humans fall, all furries, all therians..they all have failed at life..and they wont stop unless they are..broken.
Likes: Deceit, hate, love, a real romanticist's point of view. But he loves madness.
Dislikes: Isa dislikes humanity, he feels that all things living have failed at life. All living things except the nature, such as tree's, plants, insects, ect.
Mate: None
Origin: City
History: Isa was born in the city, his parents were both thieves, murderers, and low lifes of the city. He always wanted to believe, that all around him beauty existed in everything around him. Many times he tried to run away from home, to learn a new way. Around the age of five he was adopted by a painter named Cicle, who taught him how to draw and paint wonderfully. A month after he had arrived on Cicle's door Cicle was found in the living room with a female, tied to the table and screaming. Isa ran far away from that place, over and over again this happened until one night.
Isa sat in the ally he often came to, dripping water came on each side of him and slowly it dawned on him as he heard an echoed scream from the street. All life..was wrong. The people around him, the therians, furries, whatever, humanity..had failed. They were wrong, this was all wrong. No matter what, no matter how many times he gave chances, people failed at life. And soon it wasn't that they weren't living life right, it was that they had diminished and tarnished the meaning of life that he had always wanted to love and to feel.
At the age of thirteen his father had him kill for the first time. An old man was the target, a blade sharpened too many times was shoved in his hands. As Isa prowled toward the target, he found something deep inside. He didn't need the knife..he didn't want it. It clattered on the stone he prowled on. He could feel the change inside of him like never before. It was a heat, a flame that crawled up his spine and spread like jagged blades of heat digging and pulsing farther into his body..and he loved it. When it was done, all within a small period of time, his eyes were new, his sences were now aimed at the kill and only the kill. The old man had turned the corner to meet red glowing eyes, the old man couldn't shift into his animal form fast enough..he was dead.
From there Isa's passion for his finding grew, his parents were his last target before he moved from the city and left long ago only to return. Now he sets his sights on the packs that reign around these parts. King..now that sounds good to him. Now Isa prowls, to make the world beautiful again...by breaking it, and establishing a pack that wants the same thing...and if they don't, he will find something they want and throw that into the game he's called power..
Age: 24
Race: Wolf
Appearance:
Isa is six foot one and dark, the handsome part can quickly turn into terrifying. His body is made up of what looks like iron cords of muscle that twist around his arms and legs, all gained from running, jumping, leaping, and killing since puberty. His skin is slightly tanned and taught along all of his body, he loves the tension he can always feel while leaping under his skin as the muscles roll and move. His body is covered in scars, when people have somehow seen his body free, they instantly think he himself, was broken at one time. White lines dotted with purple trace along his back, long enough to almost trace from one shoulder blade to the other.
Isa's physical features have always looked dark, but entrancing. People saw potential, power, and inertia when they saw Isa walk, stand, sit, anything. He's always kept his intentions and feelings under wraps, never has anyone guessed what he thought..unless the change is near. When he feels the need to tear, to kill, to ..break something or someone, the never filling black hole that wants to break all around him, shows in his features. If you can imagine, murder in it's most beautiful and physical form, that would be it. His whole body is made for the hunt, the stalking, savoring those last few fearful gasps that the victim gives off before Isa's jaws clamp down. His hair is black with deep blood red thats always been there, on the top of his head are two pitch black furred ears. Isa's tail has always been long enough to trail behind him.
Personality: Isa manipulates, it's the thing he's greatest at...next to murder. Isa's mind is driven by the idea that things are made to be broken, "There is a cycle..." he would always say above his victim's bodies, "A cycle that I will make damn sure continues..". Isa can appear to be the nicest individual, but that's not what draws people close to him. Isa is very charismatic, you can tell with his people skills that he can accomplish much, thing is those poor people never realize what he's trying to accomplish. Isa has always been able to make things happen, they just do around him and that makes people trust him. Many times Isa has drawn up followers and made many..."things" happen.
Isa has a temper, well not a temper really..but a passion for pain, terror, fear, loathing, hate, and dominating another. Sometimes his plans go astray because he has failed to hold back this need to tear, bite, shred, and backstab. Isa's complicated..but in a way simple. He wants to see the world...break, burn, crumple, and fall. That is his passion, his love, and his goal.
Isa does have a soft spot though, for the moon, the grass, the trees, and natural dusk. He's often spent times on the edge of a lake and stared at his beautiful Mother Moon. He feels that his Mother Moon is his only parent, next to the earth beneath him. He wants to see all humans fall, all furries, all therians..they all have failed at life..and they wont stop unless they are..broken.
Likes: Deceit, hate, love, a real romanticist's point of view. But he loves madness.
Dislikes: Isa dislikes humanity, he feels that all things living have failed at life. All living things except the nature, such as tree's, plants, insects, ect.
Mate: None
Origin: City
History: Isa was born in the city, his parents were both thieves, murderers, and low lifes of the city. He always wanted to believe, that all around him beauty existed in everything around him. Many times he tried to run away from home, to learn a new way. Around the age of five he was adopted by a painter named Cicle, who taught him how to draw and paint wonderfully. A month after he had arrived on Cicle's door Cicle was found in the living room with a female, tied to the table and screaming. Isa ran far away from that place, over and over again this happened until one night.
Isa sat in the ally he often came to, dripping water came on each side of him and slowly it dawned on him as he heard an echoed scream from the street. All life..was wrong. The people around him, the therians, furries, whatever, humanity..had failed. They were wrong, this was all wrong. No matter what, no matter how many times he gave chances, people failed at life. And soon it wasn't that they weren't living life right, it was that they had diminished and tarnished the meaning of life that he had always wanted to love and to feel.
At the age of thirteen his father had him kill for the first time. An old man was the target, a blade sharpened too many times was shoved in his hands. As Isa prowled toward the target, he found something deep inside. He didn't need the knife..he didn't want it. It clattered on the stone he prowled on. He could feel the change inside of him like never before. It was a heat, a flame that crawled up his spine and spread like jagged blades of heat digging and pulsing farther into his body..and he loved it. When it was done, all within a small period of time, his eyes were new, his sences were now aimed at the kill and only the kill. The old man had turned the corner to meet red glowing eyes, the old man couldn't shift into his animal form fast enough..he was dead.
From there Isa's passion for his finding grew, his parents were his last target before he moved from the city and left long ago only to return. Now he sets his sights on the packs that reign around these parts. King..now that sounds good to him. Now Isa prowls, to make the world beautiful again...by breaking it, and establishing a pack that wants the same thing...and if they don't, he will find something they want and throw that into the game he's called power..