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Issac Hunter

[WIP] "Why don't you get off your butt and do something?"

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a character in “Project Dragonfly”, originally authored by xxMCxMIKEYxx, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description



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"Why the hell should I listen to you?"


ImageB A S I C S

Identity Code:
M 04 2004 CA 9580

"Should I really be telling you this?"

ImageAlias:
Issac Hunter

"I like my name, Issac, it suits me."

Age:
19

"Hmm, yes. I'm almost 20."

ImageGender:
Male

"Am I the only one who found that offensive?"

Role:
Strategist

"Again! Should I even be saying these things!"

Face Claim:
Yogi | Karneval

"Hmm? Who's Yogi?"



ImageI N S I D E

Negative Traits:
[Bossy:] Issac can be bossy at times when he's telling everyone what their going to do. He doesn't like when people don't listen to him when he telling everyone the plan, it makes him very mad, and bossy almost like an older brother to the others.

[Sarcastic:] Issac loves to be sarcastic when people ask him questions. He always responds with a sarcastic answer like ; 'No..Are you sure?', or 'If you ask a stupid question you get a stupid answer.'. But after he teases you with sarcasm, he'll give you a real answer.

Image[Unpredictable:] Issac is totally unpredictable, he does the most weirdest thing's at the most stupidest times. One time he started a dance off with a person he barely knows, and other times he usually changes the plan right when they start. So he's really unpredictable, and likes doing things his way.

Positive Traits:
[Charming:] Issac is very charming, and take's good care of his appearance. He always comb's his hair in the mourning, always takes a shower, brushes his teeth, and makes sure he is presentable. Not to mention he is popular with the lady's.

[Brave:] Issac is very brave, and will do anything it takes to earn attention from his group. He love doing daring things, and he likes dangerous places, where he can use his courage to do something mind-blowing. Like one time when he was in Rio, and there was a stable log in the middle of a crevasse, that he sat on, and then walked across on.

Image[Gentle:] Though Issac already seems like a tough guy, he is actually really gentle. He has a soft spot for cats, and love snuggling. Most people find that part of him weird, but it's what makes Issac him.

Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual

Likes:
♥Cats
♥Guns
♥Coffee
♥Manga
Image♥Snuggling

Dislikes:
✖Brats
✖Bullies
✖Having to boss people around
✖Looking like a mess
✖Downers

Fears:
[Losing his team mates:] That's Issac's biggest fear, if he loses his team mates in battle, it's all his fault, this is why when he makes a plan, he wants everyone on the team to listen.

Image[Drowning:] Issac almost died from drowning when he was younger, so it still effects him now when he's out swimming. When he's swimming he usually brings tubes that he can sit in, so he can't drown.

Strengths:
☻ Using a gun
☻ Using a sword
☻ Planning out things

Weaknesses:
☹ Archery
☹ Electronics
☹ Water



ImageO U T S I D E

Hair Color: Strawberry blonde.

"Oh my hair? It's very wavy, and gets in the way of my eyes."

Eye Color: Hazel brown.

"Nothing special about my eyes."

Tattoos/Markings: The dragonfly tattoo on his left shoulder blade.

"I still remember camp."

Weight: 168 pounds

"I'm not that heavy actually."

Height: 6"2

"I'm pretty tall for a 19 year old."



L I F E

Career:
He is the strategist of the group, but he does have a part-time job as a pet sitter for cats.

"Oh and I love cats!"

Hobbies:
[Collecting Manga:] Issac has an obsession over manga, and collects series of manga and puts the manga's on his 'Manga Book Shelf'.

[Biking:] Biking is Issac's way of exercising, but he does it so much now, that he'd call it a hobby.

"I love biking, and manga's. Some of my favorite past-times too."




History:
WIP



ImageA B I L I T I E S

Power Description: Issac has enhanced vision. He can see through objects, and use his eyes like an xray. He usually uses his powers to spot missing items, or things inside of a locked building.

Power Weaknesses: Issac eyes are very sensitive, and he doesn't like being poked around his eye area. Also his other sense like, smell, and touch, are down-graded. He has horrible touch and smell, and usually can't feel a pinch on his hand.

Notable Skills/Abilities:​
☻ Uses guns well
☻ Is amazing with swords
☻ Very fast runner
☻ Fast reader
☻ Great with planning out things
☻ Intelligent


So begins...

Issac Hunter's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Suzette Hunter Character Portrait: Qrow Hunter Character Portrait: Kira Hunter Character Portrait: Marie Chaput Character Portrait: Surrey Dontan Character Portrait: Jean Cornelius Fitch Character Portrait: Usagi Hunter Character Portrait: Issac Hunter Character Portrait: Ginger Hunter Character Portrait: Rufus Arendale Character Portrait: Dani Hunter Character Portrait: Vincent Character Portrait: Gil Ashburn Character Portrait: Dante
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It was a quiet Saturday morning, more like time for lunch but since Vincent had not felt like getting out of bed when he woke up the first time he was still in there. It was not because he was tired, it was more like his whole body was protesting so he was not that urged to move. He felt a bit bruised, most likely because he had got a bit beaten up at yesterday’s mission. Still there was no bruise to be found on his body, it was only a play of his mind - since he was aware of the fact that he had gotten extreme amounts of metal in him. The part that was the worst was getting them out of the healed wounds however, because that was not something the body did by itself and sometimes the projectiles do get stuck in there. The operations to get them out was not something Vincent would recommend to anyone. It was mostly ripping the metal out of his body before the opening had closed up again. And now he felt exhausted after spending the first hours of the night on the operation table.

But after a couple of more moments of hiding his face in the softness of the pillow he crawled out of bed like a sloth. When he was done stretching out his stiff body, waking up the body before even consider dressing himself. But hey, it was his room and no one was allowed to enter it like he avoided to enter the other rooms. As the body started to wake up he stepped over to his closet and started to dress up, putting on his usually black jeans, and taking out a white t-shirt and leather jacket that he carried with him out of the room. Sure they shared a big house, these so called "siblings", but no there wasn't bathrooms attached to every room and that was why Vincent walked around bare chested inside the house without the slightest shame.

It wasn't a long way from his room to one of the bathrooms and when he was inside he took a shower before dressing up completely. As he left the room he couldn't help but notice that someone had tampered with the decor and as he walked pass it he fixed it so it looked like it usually did. When done he went down the stairs and even if there was people around the house he didn't bother with greeting them. He just walked inside the living room over to the bookshelf and started to inspect the content. Controlling that it still was the way he had left them before going away on the mission, this was not his books it was those the whole family shared. Or you could call it a cover and things the organization had left them so that they had things to play around with when they weren't working. And so Vincent picked out a book after choosing wisely and left the room. He had been indoors for such a long time - in his opinion. As long as it wasn't too sunny outside he preferred to outdoors, more space between him and the other's then. More space for him to be alone in. Inside the house it was almost impossible not to have people breathing down his neck if not being locked up inside his personal room.

As he walked down the street outside the house he started to read the first page of the book, heading over to the square to sit down on his bench. Yeah, Vincent had claimed on of them in his mind. And as he arrived he sat down under the tree and continued to read his book - alone. The way he wanted it.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Suzette Hunter Character Portrait: Qrow Hunter Character Portrait: Kira Hunter Character Portrait: Issac Hunter Character Portrait: Ginger Hunter Character Portrait: Dani Hunter Character Portrait: Vincent
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Ginger continued to snore as the morning passed around. It had been another late, almost all-nighter, party again. To celebrate another mission well done. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her all black leather pants and vibrant purple shirt before falling asleep on her messed up bed. Her hair was spread out around her making her look as though she had been electrocuted, ironically. Her arms and fingers tingled, with this last mission she had pushed herself a bit further than normal and now there were new scars that leafed out, marking her veins.

The only reason she got up that morning was because of the sudden aching in her stomach, another side effect her power, uncontrollable hunger. She bolted up right and stared down at her traitorous stomach.

"Fine," she grumbled, stumbling out of bed and dragging herself to the kitchen, a complete mess from last night and yet in her usual clothes of baggy jeans, elbow-length and finger-less gloves, and a black, sleeveless shirt with the saying "Make me purr" in white letters. She opened the cupboard and the fridge seeing what was left. While she cooked pancakes, eggs, bacon, and grilled tomatoes she ate a bowl of cereal, fruit, and some leftover croissants while having at least four cups of dark, French coffee. She barely noticed people stumbling in and out of the kitchen grabbing whatever food she hadn't already consumed or was't cooking. Normally she would have been happy to say hi and start a conversation, but come home from a party that was the same night as a mission that she overworked herself on and that had ended at an hour that was anyone's guess, only to be awaken only an hour or so later by hunger pains. Making this normally energetically happy woman cranky not only from sleep or overexertion, but a hunger that has driven many to cannibalism.

It wasn't until she made her way to the "gaming room", as she fondly called it, with her plate stacked high with food and yet another cup of her dark roast coffee, that Ginger was in a decent enough mood to interact with others safely again. So she sat down on the floor, putting her food next to her, and grabbed a controller starting up the game she started a year ago on Call of Duty. She loved this room best as it only had a few windows that she could cover with heavy curtains to block out all sunlight and the comfiest couch you could ever find yourself sitting on, not to mention the latest gaming system that she could find and carpet that was a close second to the couch. You would't even want to get her started on the actual television itself and the sound system that came with it.

And thus the yelling and swearing began as she turned her game on.