Volgavias
Username: Macyduke
Name: Isaak
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding purposes: Male
Personality:
Isaak is the type of guy who will always show you how he feels through his actions rather than his words, and will always act based on how he feels. Because of this, he is known to be rather rash and impulsive, eighty percent of his impulse control is divided among those he cares about. He is a very passionate and romantic guy who believes in love at first sight and that spending time with someone is the best way to win affection. Most who know him find him incredibly predictable as well as easy to read, being that he keeps his heart on his sleeve and does very little to keep his emotions in check. That being said, his emotions don't often spiral out of control and are most often accompanied by a strange sense of calm. This can be off putting at times for others, especially in a time of hysteria, but this is mostly due to the fact that he's already died once and is confident that he is unable to do so again. Once he gets an idea in his head, it can be either very heard to change his mind or incredibly simple, because there is no in-between with him. Praise goes a long way with him, especially since he's got incredibly poor self-esteem. He'll pretty much accept praise on anything except when it comes to his writing. He is adamant when it comes to avoiding reading or writing anything down, and will darn near throw a fit if you repeatedly ask him to do so, due to how difficult it is for him to understand written words and write legibly. So if complemented on either he'll either tare whatever he's writing to pieces or throw what he's reading across the room. Cause if there's anything he despises more than reading or writing, it's being complimented on them. Well that and viscets who write contracts with loopholes and don't explain everything. (326)
Gif: (Evil gif)
Halloween tale:
The Summoning
Cets featured
Runic,
Aria, [url=Jackie]http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3377076&p=107216990&hilit=Ru#p107216990[/url],
Rick,
Oren, and
Nellie Isaak rubbed his eyes wearily as he made his way down a dimly lit road. He'd be surprised if anyone looking for candy came this way, at least now that the sun had been down for a little more than a couple hours. He wasn't sure whether or not he should be surprised by the night's hall of cet's he'd taken to Attusix. Sure the majority of them probably weren't necessary, who was he to let any kind of death related to occult activity go to waste on a night like this? The large cet yawned, his eyes scanned the road ahead before settling on park bench a ways down the road.
Maybe it's time I called it a night. he thought as he started towards it. [i]It's not ideal but-[i] His thoughts were cut short by a group of viscets sitting in a circle around him, suddenly appeared. His eyes scanned over his new surroundings, a bed, a rug, and a pair of windows, before settling on the cet he was facing, who was rubbing their eyes frantically. A tired laugh escaped in an exhale through his snout. He'd almost forgotten about the light that blinded those who summoned him when he appeared. He raised an eyebrow at the cet before him, stifling a yawn, as if to inquire their reason for calling him here. He wasn't the kind of guy most called when in need of a favor, which was mostly due to the fact that a 'how to' on summoning him wasn't readily available, and that he was really more of reaper than a demon.
"You look like crap" He heard a faintly familiar voice sneer. Not wanting to turn his back to the cet who'd summoned him, Isaak glanced over his shoulder to see a small spirit standing near the door. He wasn't sure he was surprised, at being abducted at this hour, sure, he was surprised, by Runic? Well who else would know how to? The larger rolled his eyes, wondering how the other had even gotten that information. Before he could ponder it further a loud thunk fallowed by a pair of loud screams caught his attention. His eyes flickered from the small cet behind him, a child with grey swirls running through her snowy white coat, to the small brown viscet to his right. He jumped at their shrieks, his eyes still darting from one pair of frightened eyes to the other. He watched as the pair jumped to their feet and bolted towards the door. "He's harmless." He heard Runic say, though he wasn't sure to who he said it, being that neither took any notice of the Norse ghost. He glanced to the right of him only to find that the brown cet next to him was lying motionless on the floor, before looking forward again. The viscet before him was white with a black splotch which stretched from his shoulders to the base of his tail, red and blue markings stretched from his neck to his cheeks and covered his legs and arms. The stranger's ears were pulled back, his pupils pin pricks, his expression reeked of fear. The red eye'd cet gestured towards the unconscious viscet next to Isaak before finding the words to speak.
"Do you- do you need a vessel?" He asked. Isaak shook his head, his gaze now resting somewhat steadily on the other's red eyes. His ears perked as the door on the end of the house slammed shut.
"Rick what the hell did you do?" Isaak's ears perked at the sound of the unknown male's yell.
"So um reaper hu?" The other said, regaining the red cet's attention. Isaak narrowed his eyes and tilted his head with a nod. "Fun job?" Runic snorted at the other cet's question.
"Is that the best you can do?" The purple spirit taunted. Isaak's snout wrinkled, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to stifle a yawn. Unable to hold it back, he uncrossed his arms covered his mouth with his paw as majority of his teeth became visible. He opened his eyes to find the black and white cet on their feet, new found confidence radiating off of them.
"Tired? I'd be suprsied if you weren't, work'en for the big guy in they sky, and pumping iron all day." The white cet squeezed Isaak's arm and narrowed their eyes at him. "Sheesh do you ever leave the gym?" He continued. "With your looks, I doubt you get much sleep, with the ladies keeping you up all night. Right? Right?" The smaller said nudging his arm with their elbow. Isaak gave him a questioning look, obviously confused by his choice in question and state of mind. "I'll tell you what, I'll fend them off for you just for tonight so that you can get a good night's sleep. Ya?" Said other pointing him towards the bed. Although he didn't agree or really understand where the white cet's nonsense was coming from, he took him up on his offer by trudging towards it. "Don't worry about a thing there bud, good old Ricky will keep you safe." Said the smaller dragging the unconscious viscet out of the room. "Sleep well!" He whispered, shutting the door to the room behind him. Ignoring Runic's presence, Izaak pulled back the coveres and crawled in. He bent his legs slightly as he pulled the blankets over him, so that his feet wouldn't hang off the mattress. His head hit the pillow and in an instant he was out, completely oblivious to conversation happening down the hall and in the living room. Where the head of the household along with the brown viscetling's father had been pulled away from repairing Rick, the brown viscetling and her father's ride home, to give Rick an ear full as well as deal with the unexpected situation.
(980/1000)
Likes:
Physical activities
Hand to hand combat
Kid games
Eating out
Going down hill
Wind running through his mane
Woodcarving (he can make bears, hippos… anything with four legs really- except giraffes (he always ends up accidentally breaking the neck))
Dislikes:
Sitting anywhere for too long on his own,
Drawing
TV
Speaking
Large groups
Complicated sports
Things that mess with his vision
Childhood:
Isaak was born in Russia, where his father worked as a company spokesman, and lived there until he six years old. From what he was told, his mother was a very hot headed woman who passed away two years after he was born. Isaak doesn't know much more about her than that due to the reaction he'd get from his father whenever he asked about her. The biggest reason for moving to the United States was a deal his father had made with the local mob going sour. In said deal, his father was supposed to push his company into selling the docks they owned, in exchange for an expensive car and help scaring off the buyers for a larger house he was planning to buy. When he didn't hold up his end of the bargain, they threatened to kill Isaak. To get around this his father hired bodyguards which ended up being ineffective in preventing his kidnapping. He was told to get his company to sell the docs they used daily or they'd start sending Isaak home in pieces. With that in mind his father finally managed to pursued the company he worked for to sell the docks. Having missed the first deadline but fulfilled his promise, the mob retuned Isaak to the spokesman with stitches on his neck. A trip to the emergency room confirmed what would have been his father's worse fear had it happened to him, Isaak was now a mute. While in recovery, his father payed a tutor to teach them how to understand one another with sign language. About a year later his father transferred to the U.S. and got him several tutors to help him learn to read, write, and understand english- which in Isaak's opinion, was the most excruciating experience he's ever had.
Atrusix:
Isaak can't quite remember much of what he did before he died, but after he did he was taken to Atrusix by pink viscet covered with marks that resemble lightning, and a bone shell- which he later learned was named Kura. There he met the overlord of Atrusix and pleaded with him, despite his surprise at what he would have sounded like had he not lost the ability to speak when he was six, to return to the mortal world. He's not sure whether or not it was pity or the need for another servant that persuaded him to make a deal with Isaak, but is glad regardless. After striking a deal with the overlord, Isaak became the second guardian of Atrusix. Tasked with defending Atrisix, the final resting place for banished souls, tracking down those who've somehow managed to avoid it in the mortal realm and banishing souls there himself, being that the overlord feeds off corrupted who come from the mortal world he is unable to travel to. Although he's not entirely thrilled to call such a place home, he is rather fond of the surplus of strength he was given to fulfill such a task, and the perks that come from spending a quiet a bit of the time he works in the realm of the living. In time he hopes to be given more than just a few weeks at a time without having to return to Atrusix, as being away from the resting place of corrupted souls, is actually quite tiring for him.
Kura, the overlord, and Atrusix belong to
Abeardeddragon
