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"Please! I... I didn't mean for... my appearance... to scare you."
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NΛMЄ 〗Isaiah

ΛGЄ 〗Unknown

GЄNDЄR & SЄX 〗Cisgender | Male

ORIЄNTΛTION 〗Unknown

WЄIGHT 〗 117 lb | 53.0703 kg

HЄIGHT 〗 5'6" | 165 cm

OCCUPΛTION 〗Street/Alley Dweller

SPЄCIЄS 〗Zombie

[ABILITIES]
  - Inhumane Strength || Isaiah's natural strength more that doubled after death, giving his the physical power to break through rock, wood, and even metal! (Though metal takes a bit more, and if solid is more likely to just bend unless he uses a lot of energy.)
  - Acidic || The black sludge/tar like substance that oozes naturally from within his body essentially acts as the fluids in his body such as tears, blood, and saliva! If made contact with normal skin, it will just be a bit hot like hot water and can possibly sting depending on the amount. However, if Isaiah concentrates it and then spits it at something, it is acidic enough to burn holes through wood, clothes, and metal! (However, the stronger the substance the longer it will take to eat through.)
  - INFECTION || The black sludge in Isaiah's body is incredibly dangerous. If it infects another creatures blood through any form of contact, it can cause them to become insanely ill (for humans, it is a guarantee they will get sick. Some Stronger species however would be able to withstand it. NOTE: It makes them sick, not kill them. Don't worry they shouldn't turn. They might just die of illness.)

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[LIKЄS]

● Gardening

● Flowers

● Making new friends!
● Trying new things
● Being useful

[DISLIKЄS]

● Wild dogs (Please don't eat me qwq)

● Scaring people

● Loosing control of himself
● Hurting others
● Scary things

[PЄRSONΛLITY]

Cheerful | Genuine | Peaceful
Childish | Insecure | Timid

  Isaiah has a gentle soul, a cheerful disposition, and an over all calming nature about him. He makes it his eternal goal to help those around him in even the smallest ways, believing fully that making each day a little better is more efficient then making one day the best day ever. He goes through each day, pulling a strong weight of sorrow behind him. His past drives a deep seated fear of becoming too close to those around him, making him more outwardly timid. He has a bountiful amount of insecurities. Afraid that his rotting body might bring fear to those of the living, he approaches those in need carefully, and only when their in need. Isiah rarely goes out to visit others in order to spare them from having to look at him, which can make him quite lonely. He often strives off this loneliness by creating games like a child or even gardening around the graveyard. Isiah's knowledge is not vast as many of his memories are still lost to time, and he often behaves like that of a younger child. He pouts and gets embarrassed when his lack of common knowledge is recognized, and he can be very energetic and compulsive when he's with closer friends.

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[HISTORY]

Ever heard that saying? Life... flashes before your eyes like a film real when you die...

Isaiah didn't remember much from his life before being brought back. Scrambled memories and fragments of the past are all that remain, as well as some muscle memory. Most of what he knows from his previous time all, however, was provided by the powerful necromancer who brought him back. She was a younger girl, long black hair, pale skin with freckles... and all alone. She explained to him that in his lifetime, Isaiah was a well-known pianist. He performed many ballets, and brought a cheerful gleam to the surround crowds with each stroke of the keys. The necromancer told him that she believed herself to be his biggest fan, and asked simply to hear him play once more.

Isaiah was very obviously confused, and had so many more questions swirling around his head. He begged the young girl to tell him more, firing off questions at her one after the other, but with an up turned nose the necromancer exclaimed "Once you've played, I'll answer what I can."

Defeated, he was taken to a small home that was on the outskirts of what seemed to be a ghost town. There wasn't much inside the home, but as assumed, she did have a beautiful piano in the corner of the first room. All it took was him to sit in front of such a beast of an instrument to realize he was lost. There was no sheet music to follow, and while he could feel that his hands still knew what to do, he couldn't very well play without a song to follow. The girl merely stared at him expectantly, even though she'd realized the issue. With a sigh, Isaiah figured he wasn't going to get a hint from her on what to do, and decided just to set his hands free and play whatever came to mind.

A blissful tune filled the room ; echoing against the stone walls and notable lack of furniture in the home. As he played, Isaiah would catch glimpses of the girl from his peripheral and she'd be simply smiling, eyes closed, and what seemed like tears begging to well up. Noticing her tears, Isiah's melody got slower, wanting to stop to check on her, but before he could actually halt the song the girl began to sing along perfectly with the tune egging him to keep going. He played the song along with her accompaniment creating a beautiful duet until he felt the song was supposed to end. Sorrow seemingly filled them both as now Isaiah and the girl were now crying in unison.

From then on, Isaiah spent his days by her side out in the ghost town near his original burial site. Together, they spent the days playing music, experimenting with new magics, and adventuring the area around them. Everything was nice and peaceful, and for a time Isiah had completely forgotten his life before and had no interest left in it. However, ...

All good things... must come to an end...
As time went on, the young girl he now knew by the name Isabelle... had been growing ill. At first, it just seemed to be a cough or sneeze here and there. Then, it escalated to her become too fatigued to move around as much... and then she would have flashes of hot and cold... matched with constant nightmares whenever she would try to rest. Isaiah didn't know what to do to help her, and suggested that they go to another town to find help. Isabelle protested the idea many times, but when she'd reached the point that she could no longer move and stayed asleep for most of the days, Isaiah made the executive decision. He prepared for the days travel, wrapped her up tightly in a few blankets, and carried her on the journey to the closest city he knew of.

Their journey took roughly a week with their various stops due to exhaustion and need to regain her strength, but their stops in the end meant little to nothing. She grew weaker and weaker with each step Isaiah took. Then, finally, as they reached their final pit stop a morning walk away from the city... Isabelle gave her final breath with the words "... Sorry... I'm leaving you alone now..."

Isaiah clutched her now lifeless body close to his grotesque one, spending the entirety of that night in mourning. As the sun rose, he forced himself to his feet through tears and carried her body the rest of the way to the city. Upon entering he begged the first person he saw to let him bury the girl in their graveyard so that she wouldn't be lonely in her after life... He had to go through various people, but was eventually allowed a place for her.

Now, he resides as a street dweller in this city. Spending most his time during the day trying to bring a smile to the faces of those he meets... and at night... he returns to the graveyard... and watches over the final resting place... of his best friend.

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[TRIVIΛ]

● Isaiah's skin can essentially be thought of like fertilizer. By that, I mean if you were to plant a flower seed in his arm it would grow.

● Laying on the natural floor makes him very sleepy. He finds the grass and dirt floor more comfortable then a mattress.

● Isaiah's limbs can detach! Some places are more likely to come loose then others. When the are detached, his body parts can still move around for about an hour after being lost. The black ooze in Isiah's body spews out much more profusely (similarly to how blood would) and is hot enough to melt the limb back onto his body after they are disconnected.
● Isaiah is not still decomposing! The black ooze keeps his body from further decay, and has essentially frozen him body in time. The bits of him that are already decomposed had done so before he was brought back.

"̶̪͍͊͝ṷ̸̢̑ũ̴͖̦͘ṟ̶͋̈́R̴̫̈̓R̴̘͛͛R̵̨͐R̷̮̈Ȧ̴̤̇Ä̸͙́A̷͔̋̐Ȃ̴̹͍A̷̭̚A̴̞͇͊Ä̷̺̕͜A̴̜͛͝A̵͕̰̾A̷̓͜͝G̷̲͖̈G̵͔̅G̴̪͊̄G̸̠̉G̵͗̄ͅḤ̶̥̿͆H̷̺͊H̴͕̹́H̶̱͔͒̀H̴͎̒!̸͎̯́̾!̷̯͘!̷̦͔̐"̴̼͂
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  Warning! || Isaiah essentially has two versions! Most of the time he is normal. However, sometimes he will loose control of himself due to intense anger or hunger! If he seems to be oozing excessive amounts of black tar, his pupils are gone, and he isn't able to speak normally, RUN AWAY AND AVOID AT ALL COSTS.

Roleplay Information
Best  Maybe  No  Ask
Preferred:
Discord  Skype  DA Notes/Comments
Roleplay Preferences:
  Topics:
       Casual, AU's
       Fighting
       Romance/Pairing, Gore/Torture, Mature

Script/Semi-lit; HCing  Long Lit
   I really prefer One on One RPing and HCing so the characters can develop relations in an easier way to keep up with

TimeZone: Eastern Standard Time (EST)

Note; This OC belongs to a group and will only be used to RP with official members!

Gravesend-City

Description

Isaiah's Theme

[Playlist ] [Reference Page (TBA)] [Pinterest ]

"Please! I... I didn't mean for... my appearance... to scare you."
__________________________________

NΛMЄ 〗Isaiah

ΛGЄ 〗Unknown

GЄNDЄR & SЄX 〗Cisgender | Male

ORIЄNTΛTION 〗Unknown

WЄIGHT 〗 117 lb | 53.0703 kg

HЄIGHT 〗 5'6" | 165 cm

OCCUPΛTION 〗Street/Alley Dweller

SPЄCIЄS 〗Zombie

[ABILITIES]
  - Inhumane Strength || Isaiah's natural strength more that doubled after death, giving his the physical power to break through rock, wood, and even metal! (Though metal takes a bit more, and if solid is more likely to just bend unless he uses a lot of energy.)
  - Acidic || The black sludge/tar like substance that oozes naturally from within his body essentially acts as the fluids in his body such as tears, blood, and saliva! If made contact with normal skin, it will just be a bit hot like hot water and can possibly sting depending on the amount. However, if Isaiah concentrates it and then spits it at something, it is acidic enough to burn holes through wood, clothes, and metal! (However, the stronger the substance the longer it will take to eat through.)
  - INFECTION || The black sludge in Isaiah's body is incredibly dangerous. If it infects another creatures blood through any form of contact, it can cause them to become insanely ill (for humans, it is a guarantee they will get sick. Some Stronger species however would be able to withstand it. NOTE: It makes them sick, not kill them. Don't worry they shouldn't turn. They might just die of illness.)

__________________________________

[LIKЄS]

● Gardening

● Flowers

● Making new friends!
● Trying new things
● Being useful

[DISLIKЄS]

● Wild dogs (Please don't eat me qwq)

● Scaring people

● Loosing control of himself
● Hurting others
● Scary things

[PЄRSONΛLITY]

Cheerful | Genuine | Peaceful
Childish | Insecure | Timid

  Isaiah has a gentle soul, a cheerful disposition, and an over all calming nature about him. He makes it his eternal goal to help those around him in even the smallest ways, believing fully that making each day a little better is more efficient then making one day the best day ever. He goes through each day, pulling a strong weight of sorrow behind him. His past drives a deep seated fear of becoming too close to those around him, making him more outwardly timid. He has a bountiful amount of insecurities. Afraid that his rotting body might bring fear to those of the living, he approaches those in need carefully, and only when their in need. Isiah rarely goes out to visit others in order to spare them from having to look at him, which can make him quite lonely. He often strives off this loneliness by creating games like a child or even gardening around the graveyard. Isiah's knowledge is not vast as many of his memories are still lost to time, and he often behaves like that of a younger child. He pouts and gets embarrassed when his lack of common knowledge is recognized, and he can be very energetic and compulsive when he's with closer friends.

__________________________________

[HISTORY]

Ever heard that saying? Life... flashes before your eyes like a film real when you die...

Isaiah didn't remember much from his life before being brought back. Scrambled memories and fragments of the past are all that remain, as well as some muscle memory. Most of what he knows from his previous time all, however, was provided by the powerful necromancer who brought him back. She was a younger girl, long black hair, pale skin with freckles... and all alone. She explained to him that in his lifetime, Isaiah was a well-known pianist. He performed many ballets, and brought a cheerful gleam to the surround crowds with each stroke of the keys. The necromancer told him that she believed herself to be his biggest fan, and asked simply to hear him play once more.

Isaiah was very obviously confused, and had so many more questions swirling around his head. He begged the young girl to tell him more, firing off questions at her one after the other, but with an up turned nose the necromancer exclaimed "Once you've played, I'll answer what I can."

Defeated, he was taken to a small home that was on the outskirts of what seemed to be a ghost town. There wasn't much inside the home, but as assumed, she did have a beautiful piano in the corner of the first room. All it took was him to sit in front of such a beast of an instrument to realize he was lost. There was no sheet music to follow, and while he could feel that his hands still knew what to do, he couldn't very well play without a song to follow. The girl merely stared at him expectantly, even though she'd realized the issue. With a sigh, Isaiah figured he wasn't going to get a hint from her on what to do, and decided just to set his hands free and play whatever came to mind.

A blissful tune filled the room ; echoing against the stone walls and notable lack of furniture in the home. As he played, Isaiah would catch glimpses of the girl from his peripheral and she'd be simply smiling, eyes closed, and what seemed like tears begging to well up. Noticing her tears, Isiah's melody got slower, wanting to stop to check on her, but before he could actually halt the song the girl began to sing along perfectly with the tune egging him to keep going. He played the song along with her accompaniment creating a beautiful duet until he felt the song was supposed to end. Sorrow seemingly filled them both as now Isaiah and the girl were now crying in unison.

From then on, Isaiah spent his days by her side out in the ghost town near his original burial site. Together, they spent the days playing music, experimenting with new magics, and adventuring the area around them. Everything was nice and peaceful, and for a time Isiah had completely forgotten his life before and had no interest left in it. However, ...

All good things... must come to an end...
As time went on, the young girl he now knew by the name Isabelle... had been growing ill. At first, it just seemed to be a cough or sneeze here and there. Then, it escalated to her become too fatigued to move around as much... and then she would have flashes of hot and cold... matched with constant nightmares whenever she would try to rest. Isaiah didn't know what to do to help her, and suggested that they go to another town to find help. Isabelle protested the idea many times, but when she'd reached the point that she could no longer move and stayed asleep for most of the days, Isaiah made the executive decision. He prepared for the days travel, wrapped her up tightly in a few blankets, and carried her on the journey to the closest city he knew of.

Their journey took roughly a week with their various stops due to exhaustion and need to regain her strength, but their stops in the end meant little to nothing. She grew weaker and weaker with each step Isaiah took. Then, finally, as they reached their final pit stop a morning walk away from the city... Isabelle gave her final breath with the words "... Sorry... I'm leaving you alone now..."

Isaiah clutched her now lifeless body close to his grotesque one, spending the entirety of that night in mourning. As the sun rose, he forced himself to his feet through tears and carried her body the rest of the way to the city. Upon entering he begged the first person he saw to let him bury the girl in their graveyard so that she wouldn't be lonely in her after life... He had to go through various people, but was eventually allowed a place for her.

Now, he resides as a street dweller in this city. Spending most his time during the day trying to bring a smile to the faces of those he meets... and at night... he returns to the graveyard... and watches over the final resting place... of his best friend.

__________________________________

[TRIVIΛ]

● Isaiah's skin can essentially be thought of like fertilizer. By that, I mean if you were to plant a flower seed in his arm it would grow.

● Laying on the natural floor makes him very sleepy. He finds the grass and dirt floor more comfortable then a mattress.

● Isaiah's limbs can detach! Some places are more likely to come loose then others. When the are detached, his body parts can still move around for about an hour after being lost. The black ooze in Isiah's body spews out much more profusely (similarly to how blood would) and is hot enough to melt the limb back onto his body after they are disconnected.
● Isaiah is not still decomposing! The black ooze keeps his body from further decay, and has essentially frozen him body in time. The bits of him that are already decomposed had done so before he was brought back.

"̶̪͍͊͝ṷ̸̢̑ũ̴͖̦͘ṟ̶͋̈́R̴̫̈̓R̴̘͛͛R̵̨͐R̷̮̈Ȧ̴̤̇Ä̸͙́A̷͔̋̐Ȃ̴̹͍A̷̭̚A̴̞͇͊Ä̷̺̕͜A̴̜͛͝A̵͕̰̾A̷̓͜͝G̷̲͖̈G̵͔̅G̴̪͊̄G̸̠̉G̵͗̄ͅḤ̶̥̿͆H̷̺͊H̴͕̹́H̶̱͔͒̀H̴͎̒!̸͎̯́̾!̷̯͘!̷̦͔̐"̴̼͂
__________________________________

  Warning! || Isaiah essentially has two versions! Most of the time he is normal. However, sometimes he will loose control of himself due to intense anger or hunger! If he seems to be oozing excessive amounts of black tar, his pupils are gone, and he isn't able to speak normally, RUN AWAY AND AVOID AT ALL COSTS.

Roleplay Information
Best  Maybe  No  Ask
Preferred:
Discord  Skype  DA Notes/Comments
Roleplay Preferences:
  Topics:
       Casual, AU's
       Fighting
       Romance/Pairing, Gore/Torture, Mature

Script/Semi-lit; HCing  Long Lit
   I really prefer One on One RPing and HCing so the characters can develop relations in an easier way to keep up with

TimeZone: Eastern Standard Time (EST)

Note; This OC belongs to a group and will only be used to RP with official members!

Gravesend-City