RPGIsaac Gunnar
I'm a Will-O'-Wisp.
a character in “Soul Eater: Rise of the Kishin”, as played by Nyghtfang
Last seen at: DWMA
Groups
Description
-Age: 18
-Gender: Male
-Weapon/Meister:Weapon
-Meister Class: /A
-Partner:
-Description: Isaac has striking silver-blue eyes and a piercing gaze that seems to go right through you. In addition to his hat, bandanna, wrist band, and coat, he wears camouflage cargo pants with lots of pockets and a simple chain around his neck with an intricately designed ring on it. He prefers not to were shoes or a shirt, even in winter.
In his weapon form, the only thing that stands out is that he has blue flames instead of orange flames, and that his flames have different three temperature levels.
-Height: 6"1'
-Weight: 190
-Hair Color:Grey
-Eye Color: Silver-Blue
-Skill(s)/Ability(s):
He is fast, agile, and very skilled at parkour, allowing to bypass obstacles efficiently. The three different temperature levels for his weapon form are Lukewarm, Hot, and Cold, each one having different ability. Lukewarm temperature heals himself or others to an extent, Hot temperature in pretty much normal fire colored blue, and Cold temperature allows the the flames to burn through things at an accelerated rate. He has no idea how to induce cold temperature and only done so once when his life was in danger. He can also make parts of his like his weapon form like Soul does when turning his arm into a blade.
-Personality:
Isaac is kind of anti-social and tends to be a bit of a delinquent. He tends to walk out in the middle of class due to being tired or bored. He is generally a nice person but can be cold or outright mean at times. He comes off as intimidating due to his intense gaze and tends to act tougher than he is, refusing to give up. Isaac is also quite stubborn and can be hard to reason with unless you have sound logic behind your words, and that might not even work. He also feels like is kind of left out due to not having a meister but would die before he admits it.
-Bio:
Isaac grew up in an abusive household. His family either didn't care about other than feeding him or ignored him because he was born as a weapon. He was made to do all the house work and was a practice dummy for his brothers to learn how to fight. The only one that cared about him was his older sister, the eldest child. By the time he was seven years old, his sister moved out, unable to live in the household anymore. She left with a promise to come back for Isaac when she had a solid living situation.
When Isaac was thirteen years old he had reached his limit for putting up with his abusive family. He packed what little he had, some supplies, and snuck out in the dead of night. He made his way to Death City and enrolled in the DWMA. But with no place to stay, he lived on the streets, doing odd jobs here and there to have money for food and and a hotel room every once in a while. The rest of the time he would steal his meals. The only thing to do in his free time was run around the city. Doing constantly led to find all kinds of creative alternate routes around the city, and thus led to him becoming good at parkour.
At the DWMA Isaac kept to himself mostly, only making a few friends. None of his friends know he is living on the streets. He never could find a good meister to stick with him, he never liked any of them and vice versa. So, he decided to take on class assignments by himself until he found a meister, deciding that if he never got a meister, then he would become a death scythe on his own. On one class assignment he got reckless and endangered his own life. He thought he would die, but then the flames he produced suddenly became a biting, burning cold and his opponent was killed in minutes after an hour long battle. He now just waits to see if he finds a miester that's bearable.
-Other: I Read everything. The necklace he wears was present from his sister for his seventh birthday.
-Sample Post:
Isaac woke up on a park bench, his neck and back stiff and sore. He hated sleeping on the park benches. He pulled out his wallet and looked in it. Almost enough money for a hotel room and a good meal. One, maybe two more jobs and he would have enough. Suddenly he realized how bright it was and looked at his watch. "Dammit!" He was late for class.
He got up and headed for the school. "Might as well just screw around until my next class." He said to himself. Arriving at the school ten minutes later, he made his way around the hallways. His thoughts had drifted somewhere unknown. Eventually he made his way to the roof and sat up there for a while. Some time later he heard commotion below and looked down. Class had let out. He headed down to his classroom and prepared to get hell for being late.
Isaac Gunnar's Story
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