Full Name:Isaiah Evander
Codename: Renegade
Nickname(s): Is
Alias(es):Age: 18
Birth date: October 12
Classification: Meta-Human
Affiliation: Teen Titans? We’ll see how it all plays out
===PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION===
Hair Color:sandy brown, two locks of grey down one side of his head (longer than the rest)
Eye Color: blue (turn red violet when power is in use)
Height: 5’7’
Weight: 133 lbs.
Other: costume: black mask, black pants (silver lining) and shirt, jacket with black wolf on it. Ethnicity: his father was ½ Chinese, his mother Caucasian
===POWERS===
Powers: Target Eyes, ever play a first person shooter with auto lock on? It’s a bit like that red circles appear in Isaiah’s vision and he is better able to follow his opponent. He can see pretty far as long as nothing obstructs his vision (ex: buildings, darkness, other people, camoflauge, etc.) and power is pretty useless against those with super speed (unless he gets a very lucky shot). X10 magnification vision ( better than a world war II scope, but nowhere near today’s scopes), meaning that since a six foot man with 20/20 vision can read something from 40ft away he would be able to read it from 400 ft away (from the top of a building looking down maybe… as long as there’s nothing in the away again). ((EDITED))
===PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE===
Likes: Rock music, getting things done (he doesn’t sit still real long), exercise, research (he knows odd bits of information and we wonder why he cares to know any of it)
Dislikes: stupid people (there seems to be so many of them around XD), country music, being told he’s wrong, vampire related stuff, villains (particularly of the more monster than human kind, being seen in an embarrassing or weakened state
Strengths: pretty versatile fighting style he doesn’t solely rely on just his power or his fighting skill, very focused, extremely loyal
Weaknesses: his power isn’t very useful in the dark or in smoke, hot-headed, opinionated, not too good with girls even though he’s not bad looking
Skills:] projectile weapons (hand-guns, darts, crossbow), wing Chun and Judo martial arts, speaks a few phrases of Chinese
Standard Equipment (stuff he carries): throwing knives, flash bang grenades, crossbow pistol, metal wire, Taser, red jacket with many inside pockets
(proficient with small arms weapons (basically hand held weapons) and he is functional with an eight foot staff. The throwing knives and staff were added due to the Wing Chun training. Other than that he can’t pick up a sword or a large rifle or anything like that and really be any good with it. ((EDITED))
Habits/Quirks: chews on his tongue when he’s deep in thought or nervous
Personality: He likes to think of himself as being a pretty straight forward guy with no qualms about calling it as he sees it. He has a short temper, that flares up when his buttons are pushed (he has a lot of them, see dislikes/weaknesses). He’s quick thinking on one hand, but a bit rash on the other.
Pretty sarcastic, though his sense of humor is a bit off… when he tries to be funny, he forces it and it isn’t usually as funny as he finds it. His humor is a bit morbid, truth be told.
===PERSONAL BACKGROUND===
Family: parents (deceased) grandfather
Place of Origin: Boston, MA
History: Isaiah’s father taught Wing Chun out of a small upstairs room above a bookstore. Isaiah’s earliest memories are of hiding and playing under a room of folding tables where the students would put their water bottles and other belongings. His mother taught foreign language at a nearby middle school. Isaiah grew up learning the martial art and going to an elementary in his mother’s district.
When Isaiah entered middle-school he started to have migraines and blurred vision for parts of the school day. His unique ability started to show itself. His grandfather had had infrared vision until he went blind when Isaiah was young, it still came as a surprise when the target eye ability showed itself in Isaiah.
He was fifteen when the Vampire murders began. Boston was a big town and was no stranger to the occasional psycho, but the Evander family lived on the good side of town. In Isaiah’s mind it was like there were borders within the city, bad guys stayed in the bad part of town until the police caught them. Not so this time. A Meta-Human calling himself Thanatos, with bat-like features had gone mad with his transformation and was drinking the blood of his victims. Isaiah was coming home from late at night from a friend’s house to find Thanatos fleeing the scene and his parents dead on the floor. Isaiah made a public comment about what he’d seen to the police and newspapers… he wasn’t believed, “traumatized teen believes monster killed his parents…” read many headlines.
The killings seemed to stop after Isaiah’s description was out. Isaiah went to live with his grandfather on the outskirts of Chinatown after that. The fifteen year old believed a real Vampire killed his parents. He continued to study martial arts at the encouragement of his grandfather who wanted him to take his father’s place teaching the classes. Isaiah had other plans. He went after Thanatos when he turned 17 and a half and found him. Ready to kill the beast that had feasted on his parents he found an emaciated and deformed man dying below in the abandoned basement in a small and barely holding out shopping center. “I’m a vampire you see, I killed all those people to live… I had to… Kill me please… I haven’t fed in so long... “ Thanatos pleaded, “kill me, before the monster in me takes over again,” Isaiah saw his madness and pitied him at that moment. Thanatos was dying; it was a death blow of mercy not revenge. It was only later that Isaiah found out that Thanatos had made another like him, his saliva a poisonous quality to create others like him… yeah a Vampire alright…. He had had a protégé that had left him a few years before.
Upon finding out about her Maker’s death, the woman came for Isaiah. A few battles ensued, he injured her badly and she disappeared. He searches for her still.
Sample RP“Yee,” Isaiah let out a forceful breath with the sound, driving a fist forward. “Uhr,” the other fist drove into the empty air. He pivoted with his weight on his back leg, “sahn,” he breathed. His body moved in routine while his mind was elsewhere.
~What am I doing?~ he wondered, on an seemingly endless road trip searching for a dangerous Meta-Human who may or may not still exist? He continued to count, “…Iyo… chee.”
He took a few deep breathes picking up a towel off a chair and wiped his forehead. He opened the motel blinds. Cars drove passed and people went and back and forth. The noise of the big city, it almost made him homesick. Almost, Jump City wasn’t quite Boston. He hadn’t really expected it to be. The familiarity wasn’t there, the shadows didn’t seem as deep.
Jump City was the location of Titan Tower, across the country Isaiah had heard of their exploits… and the villains they attracted and battled. There was a chance they’d know something about the one he was searching for.
He threw on a clean shirt and grabbed his black bag off the dresser and strode out the door. There was time to kill before that evening, before he approached the Titans.
((not sure if he’ll actually approach the Titans or not… simply a sample post ^_^))
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