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Isaac Maldijo

"Here, Life and Death are like Night and Day. The end of one in subjugation leads to the beginning of another in the same lot."

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a character in “The Branded”, originally authored by Uncle Shortbus, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Isaac Maldijo

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Drow

Personality: Isaac is cold and calculating, taking his time before making a move on anything and almost never allowing his emotions to get the better of him in any situation. He doesn't take action with the rapidity a normal warrior, or even an average person, but when he does, the move is thought out and deliberate. Because of the deliberate nature of his personality, and the natural mistrust his race feels for others, Isaac does not often work with anyone without a lengthy amount of time spent growing to trust the individual. However, owing to Isaac's lust for power, he only makes these alliances if the deal benefits him in some way, and has often killed his partner if it reached the point that they were more useful to him as a corpse than as an ally.

Appearance: Isaac is a lanky, thin man, standing at approximately 5'11", with a mop of stringy hair obscuring his bone-white eyes. His nose and mouth are hidden by a bandanna, worn almost constantly to obscure his teeth, which he views as a feature he is to be embarrassed of. The rest of his unimpressive body is cloaked in a flowing black robe, made of a material that seems to have gotten it's color not through dye, but by banishing all color that would otherwise taint the fabric. Around his neck, Isaac wears the skull of a bird, which he can be seen whispering into when he believes himself to be alone.

Brand's Appearance: Isaac's brand appears as the silhouette of a bird's skull on his chest.

Brand's Effects: The brand has improved Isaac's accuracy with his whip tenfold, making it possible for him to snap a single leaf off of a tree if he so wished. The brand has also moderately increased his magic skills, but not enough to make him as skilled as he wishes.

Alternate Form: Isaac's alternate form is that of a large, skeletal vulture, with steel talons and a rather nasty disposition. The form is more likely to flee than one would expect of a large bird made of bones and steel, but this stays in line with Isaac's propensity to avoid situations where there is even a ghost of a chance of failure. If the bony bird chooses to stay, however, it can be expected to attempt to haul its adversary into the sky, or to summon some sort of similarly bony familiar to perform it's dirty work.

Weapon(s): Isaac wields nothing more than a plain black leather bullwhip, as he avoids combat where he would be put at a disadvantage wherever possible.

Magic: Isaac is a somewhat skilled necromancer, though he never summons the corpse of anything other than a mindless beast, such as a wolf or a bear. Anything more complicated, he believes, would be trading in utility for flashiness, an excess he tries to avoid. He never controls anything more than one or two simple beings at a time, because he believes that more control is preferable to more bodies on the field. When controlling the animal he summoned, Isaac is more sluggish than usual, as he must split his will between all forms he is controlling, including his own.

History: Isaac once lived as a successful hunter, roaming the land killing whatever beast of the week happened to pay the highest price. He had a lucky existence, with a comfortable home and a pregnant wife to tend it. That all changed, however, when a band of bandits led by a bloodthirsty man tore through his property, burning his home to the ground and killing his wife. On that day, Isaac swore vengeance on all of the people implicated in his misfortune. He packed a simple bag with what little he could find in the burnt shell of his former home before setting off down the trail after them. After some days of weary travel across hazardous forest trails, Isaac stumbled on the remains of the men that cost him his life surrounding a simple wooden chest. Against all better judgement, he decided to pry open the chest and examine the contents.

The book he found inside changed his life permanently, recasting him into the cold, merciless man he is today. The script Isaac had stumbled across not only made him into the power-hungry man he became, but also amplified and activated a latent skill he held in the task of animating the dead to do his bidding. His first attempt at his newly acquired talent was a simple vulture that had passed on some time prior, and who's skeletal head snapped off within the first few seconds of new life. Rather than allowing his first familiar to lie on the ground in such an undignified manner, he took the skull with him, leaving the pack he had brought from his old life on the ground next to the former leader of the bandits that indirectly lead him here. On that day, Isaac went from a hunter of beasts with a mission of revenge, to a hunter of men with a quest for complete and incontestable control of his home nation.

Isaac quickly absorbed as much as the book would teach him on the dark art of Necromancy, and went on past that to hunt down more and more tomes on the subject. He became addicted to his power over the dead, seeking more and more ways to slake his thirst in more dark, twisted ways. He soon forgot all of his past life, with the comfort and love being replaced with an insatiable need to command more and more territory. His home region quickly became a sort of no-man's land, populated by all manner of reanimated beasts in constant patrol for more additions to their ranks of the dead. Dissatisfied with his simple domain, Isaac set out on the road, leaving the land he controlled in the hands of an unskilled and unlucky student who was soon killed by one of his own minions.

So begins...

Isaac Maldijo's Story

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#, as written by Flexar
Lucius watched the cart hurtle away down the dirt and gravel path, leaving the soldiers alone on the moors. Lucius had been given the map of the moors by Colonel Sanderson, which was now in his pocket. Lucius removed the map from his pocket and unfolded it. It was a crumpled, A3 piece of papyrus with the layout of the moor drawn on it. There were 4 points marked onto the map, a now deserted hamlet that was slightly to the north, a tarn to the northwest, a valley to the east and a cave to the northeast. Lucius wondered how long it would take to go round them all. It was obvious that their first destination should be the hamlet that had supposedly been destroyed by monsters. But before anything else, he should introduce himself to the group, they would need to work as a team, and wouldn't be able to if they didn't know each other.
"I don't believe that I have introduced myself yet." Lucius announced to the group, "My name is Lucius Silver, son of the late Sebastian Silver. And what about the rest of you? If we're going to be working together, we should know who we're working with."

"Oh for Luna's sake..." the Serpent scowled as he attempted to get the door to budge, but to no avail.
However, after another few seconds he managed to ram the door down with his shoulder. He stepped into the ransacked cottage, surveying the scene that the monsters had left. Blood was spattered everywhere, the furniture was smashed to smithereens and the walls had multiple holes in them. The Serpent inspected the blood, it had separated some time ago. The house had an attic, so it shouldn't be to hard to hide and wait for the soldiers.
"Right you lot, get in the attic and seal the door shut. I'll make sure the soldiers go where they're supposed to go. You four watch out of the window and make sure you're not seen. If they realise it's a trap or see you, knock them out, kidnap one of them and take him or her to the cave. I'll leave them a message so they know what to do. However, I don't want that happening so make sure to monitor their behaviour at all times. And remember, DON'T kill them!"
With that, the Serpent opened the hatch leading to the attic and pulled down the ladder, gesturing for them to climb up.

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Lyra grimaced at the sight of the small house. It's walls were in tatters, and it's roof was caving in. Lyra leaned over to the person next to her, eyebrowns high.

"We're going it...there?" She whispered, as Serpent knocked down the large door in front of them. She sighed, and started forward after the others, kicking debre out of her way. As she passed through the doorway, a light chuckle passed through her lips. There were red splatters along the walls and ceiling, and she could only guess it was blood. The furniture was practicly non exsistant, as is was in shambles, seeming as though it was crushed by something very large. Lyra paused only for a second to press her index finger to the redness against the wall. To her surpise, it was dry, although the color said otherwise. Lyra simply shrugged her shoulders, and made her way next to Serpent. The trip her hadn't taken as long as she had expected, and she had plenty of energy to spare.

"Right, you lot." He said, pointing to her and a few others. "Get in the attic and seal the door shut. I'll make sure the soldiers go where they're supposed to go. You four watch out of the window... Lyra didn't hear the rest, as she was already up the stairs to the attic, ready to get started. The stairs the climbed were old, and creaked with each step she took. "Hmmph." She thought. "They definatly arn't going to able to sneak up on us...

Lyra soon reached the top, and walked over to the farthest corner of the room, and sat on her haunches. Reaching up, she pulled her hair up into a loose bun, and leaned back, waiting for her next command.

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#, as written by Auroria
A small sigh escaped the finely shaped lips of the elven woman who stepped inside of the abode before her. It smelled of death, positively reeked of it. And looking around, her light blue eyes assessed why. Blood, pooled on the floor, painting the walls. Furniture shattered, walls torn, floorboards ripped apart. 'As if this doesn't scream totally evil!' she thought with distaste, her lips curling in a grimace as she stepped around a puddle of crimson.

Running her hand under her hood, she pulled her silvery hair away from her face, sighing heavily once more. Watching Serpent as he told them what to do, she allowed a bored look to paint her fair features. Looking him over, she did not understand what was so frightening about him.

She clicked her nails on her gauntlet together, the metal ringing slightly.

"As you wish," she replied lowly, her voice laced with the venom she was so known for. Show them hatred, anger, and strength, and your enemy will back down before you, her mind whispered.

Ayeala stepped silently up the stairs, leaping into the rafters above her and melding into the shadows displayed around her. Her eyes shimmered in the low light, as though an animal lay up there.

Huffs sounded through the building as her faithful wolf padded its way towards a corner, looking up as it noticed her. Laying down, he never took his eyes from her. "Be calm, my friend," she said to him, which seemed to allow him to lay his head down and close his eyes.

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Isaac trailed along behind the group, taking each step with great care and calculation as he plodded towards the wrecked building ahead of him, the smell of death a sweet promise of possibility in his mind. The blood on the floor called to his mind powerful beasts with simple directives; the perfect subject for his control. However, as far as he could tell, there were no corpses of these beasts in the area, leaving his potential arsenal in a more modest state, with only a few wolves, bears, and other forest creatures in a workable distance for his control. This disappointed him, causing him to bare his teeth beneath the bandanna and slightly increase his pace to enter the dilapidated hovel only a little behind everyone, reducing the distance between him and the few other agents of Luna already in the attic. Climbing slowly and deliberately, Isaac worked his way into the musty attic, the sweet perfume of death in the air weighing heavily on the few breaths he took. His eyes scanned the room deliberately before he decided to occupy one of the darker corners of the attic. Once there, he sat on the floor heavily, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing almost to the point of stopping. To an untrained eye, he seemed for all the world to be slipping quietly into death, which is about half of the truth off what he was doing. Isaac was slipping into a half-dead state, but in doing so he primed himself to inhabit the body of another creature. The preparation was merely for an emergency, however, as Isaac didn't expect to need to utilize his skill in the field of bestowing animation to the dead. Truth be told, Isaac just liked the isolation that being half dead afforded to him.

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#, as written by Noroc
Luka had been suffering from a decade long depression. He hadn’t been having much fun lately and he needed a change. This could be the perfect opportunity. Luka hadn’t shifted from Soileh’s black panther form in almost 2 years, no time at all for a Demon but the desire to return to a form similar to the rulers of this earth disgusted him. He longed to be an ethereal spirit once again. A shadow, shifting throughout time. At least while in this feline body Luka felt removed, omnipresent even. He felt comfortable. Luna’s brand had struck Luka in the same desert where he was born. He was grateful to her for now he could share his mate’s body at will, and she could share his, their thoughts and wisdom forever intertwined like a watercolor.

Luka was the last to enter the cryptic house. His paws bounded soundlessly though the door and up its steps. As he entered the musty attic he registered the faces around him. Three elves, very different, and one enigmatic human figure he knew to be the Serpent; his caller in this game. Luka prowled towards the shadows and rested his body against the cold floorboards, waiting.