Isaiah
Character
NAME: Isaiah
FACTION:none
RANK: Hunter
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 54
SEX: male
HEIGHT: 6’
WEIGHT: 170
EYES: blue
HAIR: brown
SKIN: tanned and leathery from the sun
FORCE SENSITIVE: No(?)
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Dead-eye- the man just can’t miss
+Master of the killing tool- if it can shoot or stab Isaiah can find a way to use it to the best of his or its ability.
+Hunter- Having been a hunter for more than forty years Isaiah is skilled at making things die.
+Survivalist- The wilderness is no place for the weak. Isaiah has spent years honing his ability to survive the wilds better than the average man.
-Still just a man- nothing truly special about Isaiah, he is as fragile as the next man susceptible to all sorts of ways of being hurt or killed.
-Not as good as I once was- In his fifties now Isaiah is not as quick on the draw or as virile as he was in his youth.
-His way or the highway- Follows orders as long as they were something he was already going to do
APPEARANCE:
Standing at 6’ Isiah has a wiry-athletic build and has been described as tough as old shoe leather. Can normally be found wearing traditional frontier or woodsman’s clothes
BIOGRAPHY:
Isaiah grew up on a large ranch on Islimore, the eldest of three boys, like all children on Islimore Isaiah grew up on stories about men who could turn into monsters and like all children he grew out of believing such fairy stories pretty quickly, that was until the stories became real.
A few weeks after his sixteenth birthday Isaiah returned to his ranch after a night out late with friends. He had snuck a few beers and a few kisses and so he had not noticed just how quiet it was as he snuck up his family’s long dirt road. Entering his pitch-black ranch home, Isaiah was too relieved at not getting caught to realize something wasn’t right.
He climbed the stairs softly but swiftly taking two at a time before reaching the top and tripping over something hard and hairy. Lifting himself off the floor he turned around to see a pair of red glowing eyes glowing back at him as an enormous wolf stood over the body of his mother blood dripping from its muzzle. The beast snapped and lunged but Isaiah was too quick, he dashed away and made it to the safety of the bedroom he shared with his two brothers, locking the door behind him. His heart was racing and it took him a moment to see his brother’s still asleep in their beds, it was a wonder that they hadn’t been woken up. when he went to the beds to rouse his younger sibling he found it they were in fact not asleep but had had their throats ripped out by massive evil jaws.
Going to his closet Isaiah retrieved the old lever-action shatter gun that had belonged to his grandfather and went about avenging his family. He hunted down and eliminated every last wolf on his property and was shocked when the final beast once cornered changed its shape to reveal itself as a woman no older than his mother had been before she was so brutally taken from him. He emptied the rest of the bullets into the naked pleading woman.
The stories were real. Monsters did hide as men and someone needed to do something about it.
SHIP:
no
KILLS:
Post the names of the PC characters (characters role-played by real people) that your character has killed. If possible, include a link to the thread in which your character killed him/her.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Post the names of any bounties you have delivered and the amount of money you gained for it. If possible, include a link to the thread in which it happened.
ROLE-PLAYS:
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FACTION:none
RANK: Hunter
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 54
SEX: male
HEIGHT: 6’
WEIGHT: 170
EYES: blue
HAIR: brown
SKIN: tanned and leathery from the sun
FORCE SENSITIVE: No(?)
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Dead-eye- the man just can’t miss
+Master of the killing tool- if it can shoot or stab Isaiah can find a way to use it to the best of his or its ability.
+Hunter- Having been a hunter for more than forty years Isaiah is skilled at making things die.
+Survivalist- The wilderness is no place for the weak. Isaiah has spent years honing his ability to survive the wilds better than the average man.
-Still just a man- nothing truly special about Isaiah, he is as fragile as the next man susceptible to all sorts of ways of being hurt or killed.
-Not as good as I once was- In his fifties now Isaiah is not as quick on the draw or as virile as he was in his youth.
-His way or the highway- Follows orders as long as they were something he was already going to do
APPEARANCE:
Standing at 6’ Isiah has a wiry-athletic build and has been described as tough as old shoe leather. Can normally be found wearing traditional frontier or woodsman’s clothes
BIOGRAPHY:
Isaiah grew up on a large ranch on Islimore, the eldest of three boys, like all children on Islimore Isaiah grew up on stories about men who could turn into monsters and like all children he grew out of believing such fairy stories pretty quickly, that was until the stories became real.
A few weeks after his sixteenth birthday Isaiah returned to his ranch after a night out late with friends. He had snuck a few beers and a few kisses and so he had not noticed just how quiet it was as he snuck up his family’s long dirt road. Entering his pitch-black ranch home, Isaiah was too relieved at not getting caught to realize something wasn’t right.
He climbed the stairs softly but swiftly taking two at a time before reaching the top and tripping over something hard and hairy. Lifting himself off the floor he turned around to see a pair of red glowing eyes glowing back at him as an enormous wolf stood over the body of his mother blood dripping from its muzzle. The beast snapped and lunged but Isaiah was too quick, he dashed away and made it to the safety of the bedroom he shared with his two brothers, locking the door behind him. His heart was racing and it took him a moment to see his brother’s still asleep in their beds, it was a wonder that they hadn’t been woken up. when he went to the beds to rouse his younger sibling he found it they were in fact not asleep but had had their throats ripped out by massive evil jaws.
Going to his closet Isaiah retrieved the old lever-action shatter gun that had belonged to his grandfather and went about avenging his family. He hunted down and eliminated every last wolf on his property and was shocked when the final beast once cornered changed its shape to reveal itself as a woman no older than his mother had been before she was so brutally taken from him. He emptied the rest of the bullets into the naked pleading woman.
The stories were real. Monsters did hide as men and someone needed to do something about it.
SHIP:
no
KILLS:
Post the names of the PC characters (characters role-played by real people) that your character has killed. If possible, include a link to the thread in which your character killed him/her.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Post the names of any bounties you have delivered and the amount of money you gained for it. If possible, include a link to the thread in which it happened.
ROLE-PLAYS:
Post the links and the titles to all of your characters Role-Plays. To make things easier, post the link and name here as soon as you enter the Role-Play thread.