Isaiah, The Unchained
“Silence is a virtue too few possess.”
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A match was lit
And way too fast it hit
My heart of gasoline.


Name: Isaiah
Nicknames/Alias: Number 24, [Tainted-skin in orcish]
Age: 83
Age Appearance: Mid- Late twenties.
Gender: Male
Gender Appearance: Most obviously male.
Body Type: Abused. Ectomorphic, with signs of past starvation.
Height: 6’1.
Hair Color: Black, but due to severe poliosis, he has several white streaks in his jet black hair.
Eye Color: His good eye, the non-disfigured one, is a bright amber gold, the other is a weak yellow tint, obviously blind.
Physical Description: He bears scars of whip lashings on his back, along with the fury of a scorching fire. His right side of his face is completely distorted by third degree burns, along with quite a bit of the right side of his body. Although not considered traditionally attractive, He once was not such a sullen man. Now, he is no more than a half-starved runaway slave, the desire of no one but a kindhearted student. He bears a brand on his left upper chest, the unmistakeable number 24. His body bears scars of pain, suffering and endurance. He has a tattoo of two small angel wings on the back of his neck. The severity of his body burns differ from second to third degree. His hair is strangely colored ink black, with the markings of white streaks in it. It is simply straight, thin and kept short.
Race: Dark Elven [Pure]
Voice: [x]

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.



“I never grew up in a castle. I grew up in a slave camp, born to two slaves. I stayed in the camp with my mother until I was around ten, when I was ripped away. I was sent to work for a cruel master, leaving me with the whip marks and the burns I now bear. Although I was branded as a small child, he felt the need to re-brand me after the fire disfigured the brand. I despise fire. I escaped when I was forty years old, when I killed my master and freed the other slaves. I then tried my best to enjoy my life, by playing music or learning of the human anatomy. It seems that starvation and fear caught me.”


Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Personality:
[Core] Genius
[Core] Musically Inclined
[Core] Cruel
[Major] Mistrustful
[Major] Sadistic
[Major] Harsh
[Major] Unkind
[Major] Hateful
[Major] Liar
[Major] Flirtatious
[Minor] Greedy
[Minor] Selfish

Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Public Alignment: True Neutral
Political Alignment: No one.
Sexuality: “As if someone would want me. Distortion of the flesh leaves no pleasure of the flesh.” Homosexual.
Kills:
“I have taken no lives in this new world. The only lives I’ve taken are my master’s.”
Deaths:
“I haven’t, nor do I intend to.”
Mental Illnesses:
-Schizophrenia- 
-PTSD-
-Minor Bipolar-

Love and pain become one and the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

Skin(s):

thanks to MomoBear for the skin display help
Inventory:

-A worn satchel with assorted masks in it. He always has one on.-
Current Home:
“I live both everywhere and nowhere. I am a runaway slave.”
Goals:
-Stay Alive-
Known Languages:
Elven
Common
Orcish [Years of slavery]
Occupations:
Slave [Lost]
Rogue


I follow no false gods or idols. There is one god, and it is humanity.

Past:

“Misery at its finest. Many would crack under the pressure of the whip, or the fury of the flame.

Childhood Hero: No one.
Past Religion: None.
Type of Childhood: Misery.
Combat Training: Basic Defense.
Skill set:
Piano
Singing
Basic Defense
Literacy
Medicine

Peace is too often an excuse for war.

Trivia:
Favorites/Least Favorites:
Season: Autumn / Summer
Person: Himself / Everyone else
Race: Humanoids / Orcs
Flower: Isaiah cares not for plants.
Food: Anything that tastes reasonable / Non-consumables.
Drink: Spiced Wine / Muddy Water
Activity: Playing Piano / Running for his life
Color: Isaiah doesn’t care.
Animal: Rats / Roaches
Place: By himself / In a slave camp

Fears:
[Major] Slavers
[Major] Fire
[Major] Whips

The sting of the whip now feels like a bee sting compared to flame's rage.

Romantic Passion- 90%-100%
Platonic Love- 79%-89%
Good Friends- 69%-78%
Liked- 59%-68%
Neutral- 49%-58%
Disliked- 39%-48%
Hated- 29%-38%
Despised- 19%-28%
Homicidal Rage- 0%-18%

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