Age
22
Gender
Male
Height/Weight
Isaac weighs 134 lbs. and is 6' 3".
Body Structure
Tall and slim with lean muscles from lifting weights and running.
Reason For Killing
He killed because it made him laugh.
Disorders
N/A
Phobia's/Fears
his Uncle Ben dying
Likes/Dislikes
Likes
Cheese,
Smoking his cigarettes,
Scotch,
Whiskey,
The "ladies",
Being fawned over,
Laughing,
Killing,
Pistols,
Small knifed that can be hidden on his person,
Conquests,
Uncle Ben,
"helping" teens get over their killings,
His good friend Austin,
Being bi
Dislikes
Rats,
Mommas boys,
Wimps,
Coffee,
Whitewalls,
Straitcoats,
Nerds,
Stuck-ups
Personality
Isaac's a ladies man and likes to flirt. He's also slightly obsessed with other peoples lives, especially the killings. He's slightly mysterious and just wants to leave the clinic. He's bi.
Past
When Isaac was 13 he saw someone die for the first time and he laughed. From then on out he went to gang fights and shootings to laugh. It wasn't till he was fifteen that he killed for the first time, and almost immediately afterwards he was caught. He was then sent to the Murder Therapy Clinic to "regain" his life and "sense of humor." He hasn't laughed since the day he was caught, except for that one funeral... Isaac was never truly mentally stable so they kept him on as the clinics therapist. He's never been happy and feels as if he is still being imprisoned.
Isaac has never really had a home life. His parents were murdered at a young age. He was not a witness. After their death he was passed from relative to relative. None wanted him except for his Uncle Ben. His Uncle Ben was an assassin and Isaac easily became his apprentice. When he witnessed his first death and laughed. He ran away because he liked the feeling that came with it.
At the clinic he was the "perfect" teen. He listened and truly seemed sorry for his ways. Little did people know that he wasn't and was just wanting to get out of there. When he was offered the job of therapist he took it because he charade had him loving the clinic.
When his mother was pregnant with him she got electrocuted, resulting in his unnatural purple eyes and yellow blonde hair.
He spent four years in training online, because they wouldn't let him leave. He has a PhD in psychology and criminology.
So in short Isaac is a sexy, crazy psychopath/murder/trained assassin who is pretending to be a normal therapist.
Other
He has a pet mouse named Krystal. He's allowed to have her because she "helps" him.
Psychosocial
I did my time and I want out, so abusive
Fate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin
Go tell your classes, go dig you graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
Undone, it has begun, I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
From when the devil fell, the secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new but would we kill it all
Fate was all we had
Who needs another mess, we could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness but I'm missing something
I think we're done, I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
Fake and defenseless lie
(Psychosocial)
I tried to tell you first
(Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out
(Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing
(Psychosocial)
I can't help if it's hunting season
(Psychosocial)
Is this what you want?
(Psychosocial)
I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
http://www.youtube.com/watch/psychosocial