Groups
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 appears at the window, eyes red and glownig faintly. He studies the inside of the bar for a long moment before sliding the window open and sneeking inside, limping badly.
Issuka makes a quiet sound, wary, an pulls on the bond he made, curious as to whether he made it with Crepa or not.
Issuka purrs. You are mine?
Issuka shifts, moving to lay by the fire. Wounded, mine, help me.
Issuka closes his eyes. My eyes hurt, lick them right. My leg is... damaged... my Doll ruined.
Issuka whines, then begins to growl. You do what I say, mine.
Issuka relaxes, soothed, but still faintly annoyed. You are a Doll.
Issuka sighs. I needed a new Doll. Mine is... unresponsive.
Issuka chirps weakly. "Our Doll. Ours."
Issuka purrs quietly. "We're tired."
Issuka curls up. "We need to sleep... to be safe. Keep us safe while we sleep."
Issuka yawns, pressing close. "Mmmmm... we will sleep... you will guard us."
Issuka slinks inside, eyes still red and glowing, face deadly.
Issuka yowls, angry, and leaps at Kovalenko Slava, fangs snapping.
Issuka keeps on going, shifting to lock his fangs around Slava's arm.
Issuka snarls, a sharp, deadly sound that rumbles through his grip on Slava's arm. He sets his hands and feet on the floor and pulls, hard.
Issuka is concidrably lacking when it comes to his mental state, especially now, so only gives out a strange, fixated falseness. He goes down under Slava, snapping at the thieving vampire's neck.
Issuka grunts out a breath, snarling again, before leaping back up. He chooses to go to Crepa rather continue his attack.
Issuka rises from the floor, stunned but still growling.
Issuka totters towards Crepa, wrapping himself around her. He hisses, licking the wound on her neck closed.