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Isaac Anders-Hensley Age: 110 (Born April 1st, 1899) Physically, he's 31. Height: 5'11''. Body: Lean, wirey. Skin: Pale Hair: Gold-blonde, shaggy and messy, slight chin-stubble Eyes: Red, wears simple, round glasses
Vampirisms: Isaac is a vampire. Yes, yet another vampire OC out in the world. But the beauty of Isaac is HE DIES IN THE FSCKING SUNLIGHT AND DOESN'T SPARKLE AND ISN'T ANGSTY! Anywho, right. Isaac likes to eat, drink, and smoke. Literally, he is a chain smoker, and when he's not smoking, he's usually chewing on a match-stick. He rarely kills people anymore not because he has major moral qualms against it, but because modern forensic technology is becoming too good. He's a blood-bagger for the most part, but sometimes he'll get into street-fights and knock someone unconscious just for a quick sip or two.
Clothing: Isaac is practical in his clothing. He prefers worn jeans and tight t-shirts or wife-beaters. He also has a brown leather jacket that he wears around a lot. Other than that, nothing fancy. He's sorta apathetic towards fashion. As long as he can move in it and it doesn't stain easily, he'll wear it. The only thing fashion-wise that he is concerned about is that he doesn't like logos, quotes, or pictures on his clothing. The glasses that he wears actually hinder his enhanced vampiric vision, but he wears them everywhere anyway because his wife bought them for him before she died. He also keeps his wedding ring on a chain around his neck, but it's usually tucked into his shirt.
Personality: Isaac is the kind of guy who really comes off as gruff, abrasive, and careless, but he's actually relatively good-humored. He's incredibly talkative, witty, and laid-back with a bit of a "grab life by the balls" attitude. He's also very affectionate in the way a loving-drunk is affectionate. If he gets along with someone, he'll talk their ear off and hang all over them. He was a social creature as a human and unlike some vampires who go all quiet and angsty, he retained every aspect of his personality. He's just a little wiser now.
History: Isaac was essentially a tinker. Very much a Mr. Fix-it kind of person. Clocks, car pieces, chairs... basically, anything that could be taken apart and put back together, he could fix up, always taking odd jobs. Along with the paintings that his wife, Lorelei, sold they ended up getting the money to move with their two daughters from England to the US, which was in the midst of the "roaring 20s." However, they literally moved there mere months before the stock market crash. As soon as the Depression kicked in, Isaac couldn't find any work and turned to drinking. After a particularly bad night, he accidentally killed Lorelei while he was drunk. After a failed suicide attempt that left him broken and bleeding in an abandoned lot, a "compassionate" night walker got a hold of him and turned him. There's a lot more than that, but I don't feel like getting into it.
 InstantOatmeal · Wed Apr 01, 2009 @ 06:39pm · 0 Comments |
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