Thomas Laythorpe
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*Isen sits down on a nearby tree stump putting his quarry down next to him. He reaches into his bag and pulls out his lunch; he fancies bacon today. He places the thin strips of meat on the Firekin’s forehead and starts preparing his bread while it cooks.
It was a shame the human left, he could’ve helped show Isen where the colony was to collect his reward. He sighs, that teleportation trick would’ve saved a lot of time as well. Fucking Humanity just doesn’t know when to give up.
He turns the bacon over patiently.*
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*Isen was lost deep in his thoughts when he walked into Ava. He simply hadn’t seen her but there she was, in his way. He turns his head left and stares at Demetrius trapped in his icy pillar. Brilliant. Another mistake about to be born. He looks down at the firekin he’s being dragging and spits on the corpse, he seems satisfied with the resultant hiss and turns his attention back to the girl he’s just walked into* Nice Scarf. *Only now noticing his surroundings, Isen starts looking around with the practised eye of a huntsman*
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*Isen crashes through the window of the abandoned cabin, his almost graceful arc through the air broken by the wall at the back. He stays slumped for a few moments and then picks himself up, staggering towards the door. His shoulders at a jaunty angle he regards his opponent in the clearing.
The Firekin had being responsible for burning down part of a nearby human colony in an effort to convert some to their cause, his crimes weren’t worth a lot but Isen wasn’t in the mood for hard work. Hard work was, however, what Isen had being given as the Firekin was far more ferocious than expected. He certainly put up a fight anyway.
Isen rolls his shoulders and stretches as he walks back into the clearing. He puts up his guard and covers his centerline, making sure its protected. “For someone with a reputation like yours, I expected more of a … Challenge…” he hears the Firekin say. He doesn’t rise to the taunt but instead stares coolly at the creature, incensed by his indifference the Humanoid runs at him with a flaming claw. Out of nowhere an ice pillar catapults Isen into the air above the Firekin. The creature doesn’t have time to gawp at Isen under the barrage of ice the Cold One lets out. The firekin curses and lets out a bellow of flames to soak up most of the projectiles.
If the Firekin hadn’t of used his flames he might not have blocked his view of Isen’s descent, he then might of seen Isen form a blade around his hand and if he had seen the blade he may have been able to try and dodge out of the way. At least thats what would’ve happened but he did use his flames and now he had an icicle through his head.* It’s strange you know, *Isen pulls the blade out of the firekins head with a satisfying thunk and is met by the sizzling of the Creatures blood* how quick things change, *he catches the creature by the cuff of it’s neck before it falls lifelessly to the ground* just like the flow of a river. *with his quarry in tow he lumbers back to town for his reward.*
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Name: Isenbourn or Isen (pronounced Ees-sen) for short
Age: Around the 24 mark but thats a guess really
Appearance: Isen is 6ft2 and has pale blue eyes that can sparkle with both warmth and a cutting chill all at the same time. His mousey brown/dirty blonde hair is short cropped and pulled to the side to give it a slight combover but its more a cowlick, in terms of facial hair he is close shaven. In regards to the rest of his appearance Isen wears simple, light blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a sheepskin jacket; on his feet Isen wears heavy duty boots. He is not gaunt, nor is he a hulking lump; the best description for him is wiry with quite distinct long legs.
Species: He is or was human but is now Icekin; he cant remember who changed him or why.
Powers/Weaknesses: Isen can generate and shatter incredibly dense ice around him, be it as an appendage or otherwise; his ice cannot be broken or melted by conventional means and he can only shatter his own ice. He uses his ice forming in varieties of ways either to create bridges or paths or weapons such as ice projectiles or turning his arms into swords. His main form of both traveling and attacking is by generating ice paths to slide on which greatly increase his speed, when close to his target he will use this speed to increase his attack power with his handblades or other closecombat techniques. He is a practised martial artist following the tenants of Jeet Kune Do but if forced back is also fairly accurate with ice shards he can generate from his hands.
In terms of weaknesses his main one is heat, while not meltable his ice loses any edge it has when heat is applied which also can affect his paths where they become a lot harder for him to keep his balance. He can of course be overcome by more conventional means.
Now for a bit of background because why not: Isenbourn has no recollection of how he became who he is. He remembers waking up on top of a building surrounded by rubble and bodies, nothing more, nothing less. Since then he has being traveling around the world meeting various people who taught him language, martial arts, culture and most importantly how to control his powers. He discovered early on it is best to have a hobby and one that pays, as such he is a bounty hunter; a successful one at that. He doesn’t know what it is he is searching for.
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((Feng is Princes dad irl to clarify he has no first name in the Manga and is only known as Mr Feng))
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((Lolliby’s cajollement ability is too high. Plz mods nerf plz))
*Feng looks around himself with glee at all the options. The Races alone! Beastmen, Elves, Demons! So many choices but who, or what, should he be?! It’s at this moment he realises his wife is missing, her presence gone from the room… He remembers he is a man who is loved for who he is; defined by his everpresent other half. He chooses human, customizes his avatar to appear as lifelike as possible changing only the clothes to be different; hoping to God she will recognise him in the crowd. She will come back to him. He knows it. He hopes for it.
It has only being a few minutes but Feng never, ever wants to feel this lonely again.*
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((I hadn’t realised this’d being updated :/))
Desperate is as desperate does! For example in an utter state of confusion at their own situation someone may try and misinterpret someone else’s actions, turn on them and insult them; especially after all they did was try and protect a young girl. So please, madam, don’t forget yourself, nor your manners; you seem fairly well travelled so you probably know from experience that people are more willing to talk face to face unrestrained. *While he’s talking he makes no attempt to break free, struggle, writhe or even begin to show resistance*
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*Jean jumps up with a start, slamming his hands on the table* HA! GOTCHA! *he starts jabbing his finger at Ares* Pfft Fax World! Fax World! That’d be /ridiculous/! *with a flick he throws his 100% authentic Fax World Employee Of The Month Nameplate into the corner* Who would for fall that?! Oh yeah.. you… awkward but still Where are you? That is /the/ question! Another question is who knows? Maybe I do, maybe I don’t; for all I know you could be the one who sent me here, or maybe I was the one who sent you here but oh wow would you look at the time!*he goes to look at his wrist but realises it’s bare and quickly tries to pull his sleeve down* While you have given us both a lot to think about I really must insist you leave as I have a date with a young beautiful and /wealthy/ socialite who I have to save from her wicked father… oh the pangs of being a hero! I didn’t ask for this gig y’know! *he turns Ares back towards the stairs and starts pushing her* I mean she came to me first all doll-eyed and deer like asking me to stop her Evil Baron of a father *he carries on pushing while he prattles*
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*At the sound of rushing feet Jean slowly opens his eyes takes his feet off the desk and spins to face the oncoming huntress, he speaks with a monotonous bored tone as if he is programmed to say these words for the rest of eternity* Hello and welcome to Fax World. A message isn’t a message without a dialtone. *His head slumps forward back on the desk and he appears to have fallen asleep again*
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((I’ll just go for it pfffft:
Jean, he has no last name to speak of and his first name is only there for other peoples convenience
He’s 6ft1 and has a Dirty Blonde cowlicky-combover with ice blue eyes sometimes his eyes darken when he’s feeling particularly fuzzy which for him regrettably happens to be quite often.
By trade this man is a thief but if it weren’t for his roguelike appearence such as the fingerless gloves and the Baroque Waistcoat you couldn’t tell. His main trait is that of sleepiness, he always appears to others to be very nonplussed and lax about his surroundings but behind this wooliness is a quiet, analytical but emotional brilliance that comes hand in hand with the romantic way in which he goes about his exceptional profession. Talking of romance.. he has a habit of leaping before he even realises let alone looks.
He likes his Scotch with Ice and his Chocolate Fudge Cake with cream.
Apologies for the over Capitalisation :3 and hopefully this’ll do ))
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((Can I join as well? I’m also relatively new to this (I did do some rping a year or two ago but had to stop because I just kinda.. did, I really want to get back into it) but I never learned how to do bios etc so is there an official format? Saying that is odd but still you all seem very protesh compared to how I last did it :L))
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You guys were the ones who convinced me to join this… website. Only so I could tell you how much I hated you upon discovering your amateur nefarious deeds and before you grab the award for ‘Most Sardonic Bastard I have ever had the absolute pleasure of meeting’made out of the Paper Mache you obviously didn’t bother with I’d absolutely like to remind you that I am indeed staying to keep an eye on your unbelievably talentless yet none the less charming ‘naughty little deeds’. Good Never and may your dreams of world domination go unrealised.