🔪 | date started ; 24.4.20
🔪 | date finished ; 25.4.20

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🗡 | name
isaac

🗡 | pronunciation
eye-zuk

🗡 | nicknames
zack

🗡 | age
19

🗡 | birthday
october thirty-first

🗡 | zodiac sign
scorpio

🗡 | gender
male

🗡 | sexuality
bisexual

🗡 | species
quarter demon

🗡 | occupation
grocery store stocker

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⛏ | pictures

⛏ | face claim
isaac foster ; angels of death

⛏ | hair colour
black

⛏ | hair length
it's hard to really tell, since it differs on the day. sometimes it looks short, sometimes it's longer, etc

⛏ | eye colour
his right eye is black, while the left is gold

⛏ | attire
isaac is always, always, always seen wearing his hoodie. it is brown, has arrows going down the side of the hood, and also one going up the zip. it also usually has blood splattered across it, from all of the fights he gets into. he also likes to wear jeans, whether they're red, his favourite, or black, grey... whatever, he prefers jeans. he also tends to wear joggers when he's upset, though he doesn't realise it. now for the weirdest part of isaac's outfit; his bandages. he is covered from head to toe in them, and is never seen without them, even when he was a child. they hide some pretty nasty burns which he is extremely self conscious of. you're extremely lucky if you get to see even his face without bandages on

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🔪 | summary
isaac... he's a rather complicated individual. he's very impulsive, and can't keep his mouth shut, even when he knows he should. if he wants to say something or do something, he will, and nothing will stop him. it's very hard to convince this stubborn boy otherwise after he has made up his mind. when he was younger, he was the sweetest little boy and loved everyone. now, that little boy is gone. now he is a pretty cold and rude person, and just one hard glare from him could scare you down to your very bones. isaac has no problem telling you what he thinks of you, which usually gets him into trouble, but because of this you can always get an honest opinion from him. isaac also has a very mean temper, and he's extremely hot headed. when he's mad, depending on who you are, he'll either beat the hell out of you, or he'll storm off. when he gets like that, it's best to just leave him, since he has trouble controlling himself when he's so worked up. he may hurt you without meaning to, and for that he would never forgive himself. when in private, if he had warmed up to you enough, then a more goofy, playful and affectionate side of him will come out, and you'll basically always be trapped in a hug

🔪 | skills
isaac is an amazing fighter. he takes boxing lessons a few nights a week, and is the best in the whole class. the other people there, including fully grown men, are scared to fight him. he also has a very strange ability to comfort people. he gives the best hugs, and because of his brutal honesty, he'll tell you straight his opinions, and how the situation looks to him. usually, his poor word choice is amusing enough to cheer anyone up, but if not then his straightforwardness can surprisingly be very enlightening

🔪 | likes
isaac, although he'll never admit it, loves hugs. if in public, he has no problem with shoving you away from him, but if he likes you and you hug him alone, he'll quite happily cuddle you. isaac really cares for his public image and what people think of him. he'll do anything to keep up his 'bad boy bully' reputation, and will act differently towards you depending on whose around. isaac also loves spicy food, no matter what that is. he loves to eat those peppers you need to sign a waiver for in restaurants and watch people's reactions. due to his extremely high pain tolerance, he can take the heat a lot more than usual people. he'll add spice to just about anything, and it's very rare for him to eat anything mild

🔪 | dislikes
isaac hates his parents. it is a very sensitive topic for him, and he refuses to talk about them. he also doesn't like fire, and will almost immediately have a panic attack if he sees it, especially if he's around it. from anything to a lighter to a bonfire, it all freaks him out. isaac isn't a fan of himself, either. he acts like he has all of the confidence in the world, but in reality he's extremely self conscious

🔪 | phobias
pyrophobia - the fear of fire
philophobia - the fear of love

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⚔️ | mother
helena - human , alive

⚔️ | father
xander - half demon , alive

⚔️ | sibling(s)
athena - quarter demon , alive

⚔️ | friend(s)
none

⚔️ | pet(s)
mabel - miniature pig , female

⚔️ | backstory
when zack was very young, he was taken away from his abusive parents. he was sent to live with his grandmother, who was very old. he had a nice life with her until he was ten. she had gotten sick, and died sooner after. isaac was then sent to live with all different foster homes, since no one ever kept him for longer than a few weeks. he had become a rather troublesome child, and only grew worse over the years. when he was fourteen, his parents found him and did some.. unspeakable things. when the police found him, he was covered in severely bad burns. after he had healed up enough to go about his normal life again, his attitude only got worse, and he again was bouncing between homes, just more frequently. his current family he has only been with for a little under a few days, so he's still settling into his room and such

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you and isaac are soulmates, but you have never met, or seen each other's faces. the only thing connecting the two of you is a simple red string tied at your dominant hand's wrist. either of you could untie it, and then a new string would be formed with someone else, but neither of you have yet. one night, about a year ago, isaac had gotten bored of the string. he was just about to untie it, when you got a bad feeling and lightly tugged on the string. you two hadn't spoke like that before, but the feeling immediately stopped him. from then on, you two began speaking in morse code to each other, and spoke every day. he struggled a little with it, and a few times said the wrong thing and totally embarrassed himself, but for once he didn't care about people's opinions; he just hoped you was laughing on the other end of that string, which you was. now, a year after this event happened, you two had actually gotten rather close, even though you'd never met. currently it was raining in awful weather, and something kinda bad had recently happened to you (what that is is up to you). you was 'talking' to isaac, and you began saying some bad things about yourself (how bad is, again, up to you). isaac only tugged back with an 'i'll be back'. it had been a good few hours of being alone, but now there was a knock at your door. when you went to open it, there stood a drenched man covered in bandages, and a grin on his face. he panted as he leant against the doorway, "are... are you y/n?" he asked between breaths...
...what do you do?

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you had known isaac ever since you both were little. in elementary school you two were inseparable, and always together. you spent every day you could together, and he would even sneak out at night to see you sometimes. after the eight years of knowing him, you had even began to develop feelings for the boy. one night, the ten year old asked you to meet him by the local lake. when you got there, he was sitting down and skipping rocks. that was something he did when sad, or sometimes bored; it was usually the former. you had also decided that this was the night you would finally tell him how you felt. he turned after hearing you approach, and finally stood up. you decided to just up and tell him, "i lo-" you started, but he cut you off, "i'm moving." he told you, his voice trembling. it was then that you noticed that his eyes were red and puffy as well, from where he had been crying. you didn't even get a chance to say another word before he ran off sobbing. that was the last you had heard of him, until now that is. it's nine years later, and you heard of this new boy at school. some of the girls were fawning over him, while the rest of the school was terrified of him. it was his first day though, so how bad could he really be? well, you was about to find out. the students began to quickly flee to the sides of the hall you was standing in, making a clear path to a ravenette. this guy looked familiar, and as his eyes locked in with yours, it finally clicked; that gold eye... it was isaac! he was the bad boy bully of the school!? it couldn't be! he was always the sweetest little boy. he seemed a little shocked when he saw you, his eyes widening for just a moment. he soon recovered though, and brushed passed you with a small grunt...
...what do you do?