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Description
Standing in the neighbourhood of six and a half feet, Isak is solidly built with shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes. His pale skin is marred in several places where he has chosen to keep certain scars, as much trophies as reminders.
Personality
A bastard. A very loud, mostly drunken, violent bastard. He has disowned Sweden due to them now being peaceful.
Equipment
An old two-handed sword - nothing special, for he aims to regain Asbjorn.
History
Isak is a behemoth who, after he died in battle, continued to fight for several hundred years against his enemy, neither side willing to give up the fight even after death. Eventually, Patricius, Guardian of the Gate to Hell, recruited him into the Exorcists and made him part of his four-man elite team as North. He and his partner, known as Kanika or South, have an . . . interesting relationship, to say the least.
Isak was in a bad mood. There was no alcohol left. And, as he kept arguing with Kanika, it was all her fault. "Iggy never woulda known if YOU hadn't left the Brit where he was! But noooooooo," he yelled, throwing up his arms, "You had to leave him AND sneak the last of the booze!"
Isak retaliated by 'accidentally' flicking his hand behind himself, catching Kanika square in the face. "You must not be drinking enough, woman," he growled, "because you NEVER agree to anything I say. Ever. And so what if I left my fucking foot in the damn trap? I cut it off!" Silently, he added, 'Okay, so maybe I left it there . . . '
Isak rolled his eyes, kicking over a chair and stomping on it to cover up his annoyance at agreeing with Kanika. "All right, all fucking right! Broad," he muttered, elbowing Kanika in her stomach as he said so.
Isak 's eyes narrowed. "At least my civilization ain't wiped out altogether, asshole," he replied snidely before leaning against a wall, setting one boot noisily on the table in front of Kanika.
Isak was suddenly in her face, lips curled into a snarl and one hand on the back of Kanika's chair. "What did you say?" he asked, voice dangerously low. After all, he hadn't 'adapted' to the general acceptance of homosexuality - it was still a big no-no in his book. "It sounded to me like you were calling me and my kinsmen faggots."
Isak barked out a rough laugh before punching Kanika in the gut, following through with a grab at the warrior, intending to send her crashing over the bar.
Isak fell forwards into Kanika, letting out a pained cry when a piece of her equipment hit him in the family jewels. Rolling to the side, he stayed there for a few seconds before aiming a punch at Kanika's jaw.
Isak rolled to the side, his sword materializing in his hands as he bounced up, smirking. "Oh. You're gonna be like that, are you?"
Isak snorted. "Riiiiight," he drawled, twirling his hefty two-handed sword with ease. Holding up his hands in feigned innocence, he said, "What? Afraid to throw the first punch, bitch?"
Isak brought up his sword to catch Kanika's mace with a wicked grin. Deflecting it, he cheerily replied, "Oh really? Because you called me something that I'm not and is, quite frankly, more disgusting than a Demon!" With that, he struck, aiming for a blow arcing down Kanika's shoulder.
Isak 's face turned white as he dodged Kanika's blow. "CRAZY WHORE!" he yelled, feigning a blow to Kanika's side while truly aiming a kick at her stomach. Using that opening, he promptly started snogging with Kanika.
Isak broke off long enough to ask, "House, room, or right here?" Not really caring if he got an answer, he started to fumble with the ties on Kanika's armour, laughing.
Isak shrugged in reply, one arm around Kanika. "Room it is," he said, transporting both of them to an upstairs room with a single thought.