Race: Lost (Realm of Dust)
Affiliation: Lost
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs.
Eyes: Gold.
Hair: Dirty blond.
Weapon(s): As of now, nothing except his powers.
Biography/History: It was a decade ago that Isaic knew he would hate the Empire of Flame for the rest of his life. Before his very eyes, the home and family he had known and loved for 15 years was decimated at the hands of these wretched and fiery antagonists. When Isaic saw his father fall, he knew the city of Ghent was doomed, so he ran. He ran across the desert sands until his bones ached and he couldn't see straight. It was like heaven when he finally reached the border between the Realm of Dust and the Southwestern Wood. Believing he was free and safe from his deadly pursuers, Isaic dropped to his knees in the grass, tears streaming from his eyes...And then he heard the horses. Jumping to his feet, he rushed towards the edge of the Wood, aiming to lose them in the trees. However, his plan failed as the horses easily caught up with him across the grass and swept him off his feet. Now at the edge of the forest, there was nowhere to go; Isaic was surrounded by a collection of five cavalrymen of the Empire of Flame. They bore down on him, merciless despite the fact that he was just a boy. Moments before they struck, Isaic let out a piercing scream of pure terror, unsettling the birds in the trees, and further upsetting the armor-clad men around him. Having become consumed with fear, Isaic had unknowingly unlocked the powers held deep within him. Giant rock structures shot upwards from the earth around him, impaling the five cavalrymen instantly. Confused and overwhelmed by emotion, Isaic fell unconscious. When he awoke, he was on the back of what appeared to be a deer with blue fur, being carried through the Southwestern Wood. Pure exhaustion kept him from trying to struggle with the creature, but he soon found that such a struggle was not necessary. The deer dropped him gently onto the grass in a large clearing of the Wood, accentuated by a small waterfall and an overgrown mansion that seemed to grow from the very rock its foundation was based in. Seeing no other available option, Isaic warily made his way into the building, finding himself in a large hall with an even larger spiral staircase leading downward. Up from that staircase came some sort of small creature with gray skin and dark brown garments. Introducing himself as Mogri, the small sentient creature of a man quickly became Isaic's new family and, most importantly, his teacher. Over the course of ten years, Mogri has intentionally taken the slow and deliberate teaching method, allowing Isaic to fully understand the nature of his element and to control it with a proficiency that he will carry for the rest of his days. Now, at the tail end of his tenth year with Mogri, Isaic has decided to leave the Southwestern Wood and reenter the outside world with one, determined mission: To destroy the Empire of Flame. Although Mogri advised against revenge, Isaic is dead set on avenging the deaths of his family and his people who lost their lives those many years ago.
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