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Name: Izaiah Oreale Kol
Age: 34
Birth Place: Bridgetown, Barbados
Drawn Card: Joker-Ace
Card Manifestation: Despite being fairly minor by joker standards, Izaiah's mutation is immediately evident. The man's previously warm (often misleading) brown eyes have been replaced by the orange, predatory glare of a snake, making him more than a little disconcerting. Portions of his skin, primarily across his limbs, hands and feet, have become slightly scaled, still the same colour as the rest of his skin, but different in texture. His powers are two fold, firstly, Izaiah has the ability to affect the mood and behaviour of others, something that only increases with eye contact and/or physical touch. The most extreme case of this involves the man's blood, containing in great quantity whatever it is that makes his powers work. Contact with such, can make most little more than slaves to his whim. Finally, the nails of his fingers, increasingly talon-like, can manufacture a fatal toxin, especially upon his right index finger, which can extend into a needle-like claw over two feet long.

[b]Character History:[/b] 

Izaiah was not born to wealth or prosperity, the streets of Bridgetown were his childhood, and they were not kind. The young man, was, however, born with a variety of gifts he made able use of. Charming, outwardly compassionate, and never built small, he found it easier than most to make friends and connections, and easier still to stand his ground when those contacts turned on him. Making a fair estimate of where the true power, at a local level, resided in the tiny nation, Izaiah made good with the Church from a young age, attending every service he could, and soon enough helping to lead them himself. From the podium of God, he made his way into the Barbadian mob. Unlike most, he did not enter a rough child of the streets, he came into the criminal underworld with a network wide enough to make him a valued commodity. A man as capable with the gentle touch as the rough, he was soon the easy, kind face, of a series of mob-bosses. The man they sent to handle the families of rivals, or to open new churches in their name.

Soon he found himself prepared for the international level of operations, gone were the times where his primary use was to placate the keys of power at home, his overlords wished him aboard from the tiny island, to turn his charms on the sources of their strength further afield. American arms traffickers, Mexican drug lords and European bankers, suited and booted, Izaiah met them all, and found them just as easy to work as the starving men on the streets. His trips back home became increasingly rare, entertaining his foreign guests in Vegas suites or yachts plying the Pacific. Much larger criminals than the relatively small fry of the West Antilles wished his services, the professional criminal negotiator, there was a lot more money in Freelance. Despite this, the man never forgot where he came from, and he remained one of the largest doners to Barbadian charitable relief right up until the Outbreak. 


Jokertown Role: Founding Member, Self-proclaimed Sheriff, likely Kingpin.


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