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Description
A tall and anorexically thin albino with hair past his shoulders tied into a high tail, chin length fringe left loose. Dresses in maroon and black. His eyes are mauve, hazy, and tend to wander, the left moving independently to the right.
Personality
Shifts between two mindsets, being either sexually driven, extroverted and loud, or shy, childlike and clingy.
Equipment
Carries two sickles, one with a long handle, the other with a short handle.
Issuka lurks around the border fence, not looking all that inclined to enter the grounds just yet. "We live here, mm. That-" He gestures towards the mansion. "-is where we live."
Issuka shrugs, padding up a small incline towards an ancient apple tree. "We're not sure. It doesn't have a moat, only a lake, so we don't think it's a castle."
Issuka begins to climb the tree, feeling as he goes. "We think it's just a big house, we're not sure. We're not allowed out very much, mm."
Issuka titters, hoisting himself higher. "No, we like to climb this tree because Mama tells us not to."
Issuka sits down on a branch, then lets himself drop, hanging by his knees. "We like pulling insides out."
Issuka shrieks in surprise, falling straight out of the tree and landing on his head.
Issuka whines, clutching his head, blood seeping through his fingers. "Mean, Aniki, mean."
Issuka sits himself up, still holding his head. He sniffs pathetically, the gesture only partially for put-upon. "Ouch."
Issuka sticks his tongue out in Silver's general direction, both eyes wide open and showing white. "Is KiriKiri coming home?"
Issuka pouts. "We can wait, mm." He blinks, right eye rolling round to face front. "We don't know what an Iante is either."
Issuka scents the air, head cocked to listen. "Are you doing what you just told us not to do, Sil-ver? We think you are, mm."
Issuka points in Sil's direction.
Issuka glares at (the air about three feet away from) Crepa, hissing. "You mustn't upset Sil, Crepa." He scrambles to his feet, blood running down his face, and pads after Silver. "Aniki! Where are you going, right?"
Issuka wilts, jogging to catch up and nearly falling flat on his face. "She didn't mean it, aniki."
Issuka looks decidedly dejected by this point in time, stark white skin and hair stained scarlet, posture defeated. "Okay, Sil, she doesn't want any revenge."
Issuka hangs his head, knowing better than to argue with Silver but far from happy about the outcome. "Okay, Sil."
Issuka snuffles sadly, taking Crepa's hand. "Kiri won't be coming now."
Issuka scuffs his feet, looking a little lost. "Maybe- maybe we should go into the house..."
Issuka lets himself be tugged along. "We're not sure if anyone is in, mm, but maybe. Daddy... Daddy doesn't like us very much, and he doesn't like guests, so don't make him angry, okay? Mama's nice."
Issuka nods. "We have to go through the big gate, mm, into the grounds."