Post by harrietrants on Apr 1, 2011 14:48:00 GMT -5
Name: #424- Izaak
Species: Oculi/Perfect
Gender: Male
Appearance: Izaak stands at 6’5” when he isn’t slouched over- which is often. His dark blond hair is cut in a short jagged style, sticking up all over in a rather deliberate mess. His eyes are brown, and he often hides the yellow glow behind sunglasses, which he enjoys having just so he can pull them lower down his nose and grin at people while staring over the lenses. The best way to describe his appearance would be pointy; everything about his face looks very sharp and jagged.
He wears just a black trench coat and dark blue jeans, with thick soled boots. He goes shirtless for no real reason, except personal preference.
He smiles. Always.
Personality: Izaak is happy. Why? What is he happy about? Who could possibly tell. He just is. He’s arrogant, camp and cold hearted, with no interest in what people think; he just does things for his own amusement. He wants to survive, but he’s not really scared of anyone. People tend to find him very obnoxious after being around him for longer than about thirty seconds. For some reason he will latch onto people and follow them around, despite acting like he hates them. He doesn’t like being alone at all, even though he pretends to be very independent.
He seems to be a little broken.
He seems to prefer human company to perfects.
History: When confined inside the walls of Helix/Ind Izaak was quiet. Very quiet. He never attracted much attention, never did anything different or exciting. He remained alone and silent, watching the other perfects from afar. He became seemingly obsessed with making himself not perfect, in small ways, like making his hair lopsided, cutting all his nails on one hand and not the other, etc.
After escaping he really just exploded. He became loud and chaotic, crude and very irritating, becoming the opposite of his old self in that he wanted to get as much attention drawn to his as possible. Mostly, his goals are just reduced to wanting to have fun.
Species: Oculi/Perfect
Gender: Male
Appearance: Izaak stands at 6’5” when he isn’t slouched over- which is often. His dark blond hair is cut in a short jagged style, sticking up all over in a rather deliberate mess. His eyes are brown, and he often hides the yellow glow behind sunglasses, which he enjoys having just so he can pull them lower down his nose and grin at people while staring over the lenses. The best way to describe his appearance would be pointy; everything about his face looks very sharp and jagged.
He wears just a black trench coat and dark blue jeans, with thick soled boots. He goes shirtless for no real reason, except personal preference.
He smiles. Always.
Personality: Izaak is happy. Why? What is he happy about? Who could possibly tell. He just is. He’s arrogant, camp and cold hearted, with no interest in what people think; he just does things for his own amusement. He wants to survive, but he’s not really scared of anyone. People tend to find him very obnoxious after being around him for longer than about thirty seconds. For some reason he will latch onto people and follow them around, despite acting like he hates them. He doesn’t like being alone at all, even though he pretends to be very independent.
He seems to be a little broken.
He seems to prefer human company to perfects.
History: When confined inside the walls of Helix/Ind Izaak was quiet. Very quiet. He never attracted much attention, never did anything different or exciting. He remained alone and silent, watching the other perfects from afar. He became seemingly obsessed with making himself not perfect, in small ways, like making his hair lopsided, cutting all his nails on one hand and not the other, etc.
After escaping he really just exploded. He became loud and chaotic, crude and very irritating, becoming the opposite of his old self in that he wanted to get as much attention drawn to his as possible. Mostly, his goals are just reduced to wanting to have fun.