Post by isaak jacobson on May 2, 2009 11:31:07 GMT -5
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NICKNAMES: isaak is just fine
AGE AND BIRTHDAY: october 4th, 29
BLOOD LINE: royalty
RACE: royalty, retired lord
MAGIC TYPE: positive[/ul]
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HAIR COLOR: two sentences or so should suffice.
FACIAL FEATURES: Isaak has a strong bone structure through out his body. One specific part being his cheek bones. They help hold his face to look masculine, as odd as that may come across.
PHYSIQUE: The man stands at 6'2. He's tall, and muscular. A six pack resting on his stomach and rather strong biceps on his..biceps. There are times he has a beard/mustach and other times he decides he doesn't want them. His muscles come from when he fought in the last war that occured. He does not want to join in on this one, though he helps them.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He has a scar in between his shoulder blades from when he had been taken captive by the head mord sith.
PLAYED BY: ryan reynolds...yes, now drool[/ul]
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PARENTS: Marlene and Petrus Jacobson
OTHER FAMILY: he was an only child
OVERALL HISTORY:
born october 4th
On one of those bright, sunny september days; Isaak Leipzig Jacobson was brought into this world. In the large city of Eskil. Even though the Jacobson family never wanted kids, they always had the idea of having a little darling son. One who would make them proud. Unfortunately, not everyone gets what they wish for. Or in this case, I suppose you should be careful what you wish for. Isaak wasn't exactly the sweetest sons. Well, he wasn't the one that the Jacobson family was hoping for. Anya, his little cousin, would spend his days trying to teach Anya small little tasks. But somehow the boy would ruin each and every one of them. By breaking something or end up hurting someone on accident. As Isaak grew, him learned to control him little anger spats and held most of them inside of himself. Becoming rather withdrawn from the rest of his family except for his mother. When the small boy reached the age of five, he learned the real reason for his birth. He had been born to save his parent's marriage. And unfortunately for Marlene and Petrus, it wasn't working out still.
To this day, Isaak can recall him mothim having to dig earrings and necklaces out from inbetween the cushions of the couch and the carpet; and knew that they didn't belong to Anya. But it was never really something Isaak wanted to discuss with him mothim. After all, him fathim never had been warm to him...Well, not to them. As days went by, Marlene and Petrus would constantly bicker. It almost got to the point that it never seemed to stop. Isaak would seek himlter at one of their neighbor's homes. While Isaak would hide under him bed, trying to drowned out the noise of him parents yelling at eachothim by breaking things. After the arguments would end, him mothim would often try to tell Isaak that everything was just fine. That thime was really nothing wrong between himself and him fathim. But the lies never worked; seeing as how half the time Anya would still have tears running down him fragil cheekbones. The two parents eventually started to battle eachothim over their kid's love. Petrus would buy Isaak little items and toys that him could play with. After spending the day with his son.
While Anya would make Isaak little blankets and pillows, or make him him favorite foods when ever him got hungry. Neithim of the gifts would work for Isaak. You see, when you are at the fragile age of eight, what your mothim says means everything. When you're so little and the world just happens to be so big. Isaak would take the dolls him fathim gave him and bash their heads in on the rocks that lay out in their garden in the backyard. The othim toys would be torn into little bits, which would then be tossed into any nearby water source. A river, a lake or a waterbed. It didn't matter. If it had water in it, the little tiny bits of toys would be tossed into it. Isaak would take the little blankets and pillows and put them in a small box that Isaak had brought home one day; and hide them under him bed. Even if him never shared that strong of a loving connection with him mothim, him did care about Anya. Isaak would bring home little cookies that he would take from their neighbors house and give them to Isaak to eat. Seeing as the boy would refuse to eat anything him mothim tried to cook for him.
One day, to try and bring their family back togethim once again; Till bought tickets to the local ballet show. He took his daughter, his son and of course Anya along. For the first time in him life, Isaak honestly felt happy and safe thime. Watching the beautiful women in white get lifted by graceful men in tights. Him was happy at the ballet. After the show ended, Isaak begged him fathim and mothim to let him take lessons to learn how to do that. Till broke down and bought him lessons at a local Ballet rehearsal studio. The small boy of ten enjoyed him time at the ballet studio. Whime him met one boy by the name of Josh. He treated him like a human being and with high respect. He would go everywhime with Isaak and keep him safe from when him parents would argue. Everything seemed to just form into what could be described as a golden time. Unfortunately, as a brilliant man once stated; nothing gold can stay. The Archduke was assasinated while visiting Serbia, and World War I broke loose. Russia's ties with Serbia caused Isaak home land to be pulled directly into the midsts of the war.
When him turned twelve, Isaak lost contact with Josh. Russia was getting their asses handed to them by Germany; and their home land was breaking out in a revolution. As Russia withdrew from the World war that was being carried out; many of the well fairing family homes were attacked. The Genesis family was a rathim wealthy home, and unfortunately a good target for rebellers. The home was attacked; during one of him parent's arguments. Isaak was hiding in him usual spot under him bed, curled up with the pillows and blankets him mothim made him - fast asleep. When him awoke that night, him walked down the stairs to find the walls and floors splattered with blood. Now, the boy can't recall much from that night. Except for the fact him made a run for it. Out the broken down front door. Now it's said, we all have that bit inside of us that torments us. That little speck of pure evil. Some people's are more greater than othims. Well, it's also said when a traumatic event happens in your life; this little speck can eithim disappear forever or be released. Isaak Genesis' decided to rear it's ugly head. The demon that had been locked inside of him for so long was finally let loose.
The rest of Isaaks's days, him went around from country to country. Killing people for amusement and othims letting live with just the horrible memories that him left them with. Maybe it was just because of him demon...ness. Or maybe it was because him felt it so unfair that him suffered so much yet so many othim people's lives seemed practically flawless. The boy has never been completely sure himself. But whatever the reason; it stays with him until the day him dies. After so many years of being alive; Isaak decided him name became a little too old fashion. And something that held too much bad memories to it. Each letter in the name bringing nothing but misery and woe. Isaak then started to go by him middle name; Isaak. The name that him mothim Anya had originally wanted him to go by. Unlike what Till, him fathim had wanted him to be called. Sometimes it seems that our parents just give us a name, then walk away forever...
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