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ISAAC BLACK
Gender
Male
Age
17, October 11th, 1897
Sexuality
Hetro
Race
United Kingdom of Edinburgh, Hadleigh
Appearance
Isaac is a young man built for hard work, in terms of the enduring stamina of the working class. He is exactly that in the Edinburgh regions. He can be a running, jumping athlete, but it's not his speed so much as his 'fuel' for such versatility that has him well-developed in this area. That and a strong back makes him well-suited to the trials and traumas of war...unfortunately. You find him as a Caucasian with dark brown hair - always looks a bit rough - who has a few bumps and scrapes that are not actually war-related, but the odd mistaken in his line of work. More on that later. A point of order about the eyes. They're not actually strange, like in the picture. That's just the sun. Isaac has a shade of brown eyes that reflect well in the fire or sunlight.
Attire-wise, Isaac does prefer to wear black, at least under the green fatigues of his uniform. It's kind of a joke that stuck, 'Isaac Black, back in black', so he went with it. Black shirt and pants with belt - as above - under body armor vest, and all of that under a green combat fatigue coat and an optional dirt-and-forest motif camouflage cloak. Naturally, they'd be giving him the basic combat boots, but if there was a shortage, he'd be fine in his work boots. The coat of his uniform has the insignia of a Lance-Corporal, but he doesn't always wear it. Isaac would rather people recognize and respect him than the rank. More on that later.
His general range of expression is often deep in thought or considering, mostly due to the life he's lived, which can get serious at times. Isaac is a pretty serious guy, at times, but he's not immune to cracking a smile, telling a joke, or being properly concerned. And the truth is, he looks like a man who could have real raw anger, if pushed in just the right direction. However, what is also seen is that he appears to want to control himself when it involves those whom he is close to in some way.
Height
5'10"
Personality
The kind of guy that Isaac is tends to first involve him thinking 'Well, what's most important right now?', and then saying 'Yeah, we should take care of that, first thing.' before ultimately committing to it. Things that he's pretty sure are too important to miss out on taking care of, leaving the least to chance whenever possible, generally makes him stubborn to a fault. Bad consequences make him rather insistent, though he will eventually let it go...'with protest noted'. So, if he sees a bad call and he calls it a bad call and he gets overruled, he knows there's not much he can do about it, but he'd want it known that he thought it stank, and if it DID stink...he'd want someone to bear that stench for life...especially if he lives through that mistake.
Isaac tends to be the definition of 'harsh, but fair'. He doesn't want to be party to the rough stuff. The rough was thrust upon him with not enough of the smoothe, but sometimes you gotta deal with that, so here we are. Thus, Isaac tries to mitigate disaster and take responsibility. Should he be working his ass off to keep everybody alive by doing something against orders, he's going to be the one to take the brunt, but he's also going to say 'There was no alternative here'. He can stand up to a brow-beating from a higher rank and counter with plain old common sense, use of the head muscle where it might otherwise be lacking. He's not gonna throw away perfectly good lives for no reason. The point of war is to make them pay more for it.
So, Isaac can be a hardy guy, but that's on-duty. Off-duty, he likes reading and sitting in the sun, letting the world dissolve away with some kinda' drink in his hand. He lets loose the focus of the guy trying to watch everyone's back and cracks a smile. He's not really loud-spoken unless he needs to be, so when he's talking to people normally, he has a kind of calm and steady voice that doesn't excite easily. His kind of fear or panic in ANY sort of situation is somewhat subdued into a worried kind of 'Oh crap'. He tries to take an interest in people, though feeling maybe they don't want to know much about him working at a farm and such. Well, maybe the one thing he does, but that could just as easily freak people out.
What you find out about Isaac is that he's generally dependable. He'll hear your problems, even though he can't guarantee he'll be able to do anything about them. If you need him to keep something to himself, he'll do it if the request is reasonable. What he will not do is let anybody intimidate him, though he isn't the type to just go looking for a fight, not unless someone's threatening his own. If something goes wrong, it weighs heavily on him, especially if he screwed up, personally. A decent guy, overall, and he doesn't want change that. He's not the uniform. It comes off when he's not 'on the job'.
Rank
Lance Corporal
Role
Gunner
Equipment
HR-14 Machine Gun, Black Knuckle Duster Trench Knife
Potentials
Enlisted Man - Otherwise known as looking out for the little guy or working-class man of the people. Isaac's in this for people at the bottom of the command chain, not the brass. This war is about keeping people alive on his side, dead on theirs.
The Wolf Among Us - He has sharp instincts and gut feelings, stops at the sound of a rustle or a twig snapping, and is ready to tear into the enemy as soon as it shows itself without delay, especially if they threaten his 'pack'.
Sage Wit - Isaac's sense of humor puts him as some sort of wiseguy, emphasis on wise, at times. He considers things, so he can at least try to see your angle, or perhaps find something funny to say if it'll lighten the mood.
Biography
He was born, which was...kind of surprising, really. His parents thought it was actually safe to engage in the right interaction, in which he was then born during a particularly-cold October. His siblings - Alex and Emeri - were conceived to be born in early summer, and at a different day of the week and week of the month, but you can't quite predict this sort of thing, sometimes. There he was, though, and there he would remain, a part of the Black Livestock Ranch. Isaac grew into the responsibilities of a farm as a kid, helping out with little tasks and chores around until he was old enough to get pulled into heavier work. This was a place of harvesting two things. The first was wearable material - wool and leather - and the second was edible material - mutton and beef - to be sold at the nearest town. Said town - which they were technically a part of, but on the most outskirt of outskirts - was Hadleigh.
The Blacks also had another trade, one that did not involve the death of animals, but rather the training. The Blacks were the trainers of wolf-dogs, the generational breeds of wolf hybrids who were to become the constant companions of human beings, reliable to the core. And do you know who they put to the task of it? Isaac. He and the latest generation raised each other as pups, giving Isaac insight into their line of thinking, how they react, and so on. It wasn't always done right...but he would always get back in and learn to train these creatures right. This is how he got those cuts. He'd had a few that were not exactly ready to go un-feral, and that made them keen to bite or scratch. He was deterimined to get it right, though, so he redoubled his efforts, considered the thoughts of the wolves, why they did things. Eventually, people got themselves some prime wolf dogs.
It came to the point where he got really into it, even enjoyed the challenge, and then went with one of his siblings to go deliver all their goods to a buyer. At this time, talk of the dangers of war were spreading wide. He and Alex were trying hard to ignore it. However, you could say that some people wouldn't allow it. Particularly, a recruiter with the power of draft was taking sudden notice that he was rather-easily moving what he assumed to be full-blooded wolves to a place to be sold. The astonishment led him to confront Isaac and call for his induction into the army. Isaac informed him that he was needed far too much in the business of providing food and clothes to those that needed it to possibly break away. The recruiter insisted, citing his impressive display as a reason for him to make it manditory, that he had a will of steel that they needed, and that he wasn't taking no for an answer. Isaac said no anyway, and umm...well, there were other soldiers right there.
So, he wasn't really given much of a choice. The kingdom tended to trample on personal rights when it came to bailing themselves out of a tough spot like this. Naturally, they gave him a speech about being honored and that he was being given a shot at juumping ranks and using some of that commanding presence he displayed and raw nerve with some other recruits. There were no guarantees, but the alternative was to call him a coward and a traitor in the face of a danger to his country, so of course Isaac had to bear it and make sure they pay him right for this. He wasn't going to do this for them. This was going to be about people like him and times like this, where this kind of problem was no-doubt affecting lots. So, it was off to the army for him...
Affiliations
Allen Black - Father
Erin Black - Mother
Alex Black - Older Brother
Emeri Black - Older Sister
Rikes, Ellis, and the rest of the pack - Wolves that he raised to become useable by people.
Relationships
Nothing here, sir!
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