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ISAAC ANICETUS
MAN OF THE LAW
It was here, at the foot of Phoenix Mountains, and at the coast of the Graveyard Sea, that a Haunted Village would rest calmly, an contently. It was quite the eerie name for a village, and having it at the may of an even more alarming sea doesn't make it any better, in fact, one may become weary of the area just from it's old titles. They are not to be blamed, it was a strangely named area with even stranger people. But the names do were not given without reasons. One may ask why Isaac, a Rune Knight working his way up in the ranks, would be here in the middle of nowhere at the feet of potentially treacherous mountain ranges and daring seas that no man would best swim in. One may ask why this brown haired and golden eyed man of many morals would set foot in such a peculiar place. Out of curiosity? No. Out of spite? Well, no. The answer was more dignified and simple than for the sake of wandering about these areas. It was for the simple reason by request of Magic Council that he venture here today. Though essentially receiving this request via mail, the instructions and description were simple and only mildly emphasized on the issue, though thoroughly explaining what the issue was, if that made any sense. According to said letter, it would explain on how these particular townsfolk had the unique ability to shift into Lycan, otherwise known as werewolves by will. Which, at first didn't seem so much as if a problem if this happens so often and nothing happens. But that was not what enticed him to accept such an offer to come on this journey, but the expanding details on how it explained how bloodthirsty said townsfolk became on this very night. Isaac was not surprised by such news, Fiore was a region of diverse species and peoples, and has seen things undeniably odder than this. Well, so he thinks. He is only going by what the letter would say, and though never seeing a werewolf or anything similar to a Lycan before, he would think it would not be as frighteningly horrific as one would say it was. But as the thought would float in his mind for a while, he began to try to visualize such a sight. A beast of an average 6.5 to 8 feet in height when standing straight on it's rough paws, but often have a hunch or slouch which varies from slight to dramatic. A probable large percentage of muscle mass compared to human counterparts; and would weigh more than a similarly-sized human would. A facial structure that is seemingly always that of a wolf, with a defined muzzle and no human-like features, but terrifying and a disturbingly large amount of hostility on it's expression. Unusually colored eyes that no average human should have, bat-like ears, and everything in between, but are always upright unless structurally compromised. Functional paw-hands with opposable thumbs. Allegedly good for gripping, bad for dexterous work. - Or this is what comes into mind, for the aged man. Shunning the descriptive visual away from his distracted mind, he neared the village and would supposedly arrive in a few minutes of paced power walking. "Why do I get the feeling that perhaps this was not my best choice of work?" He would speak softly to himself, an upsetting chill residing in the thin air greeting as he approached the scene. In the near distance, seeking the village. | Tagged The two characters could meet at the village. (WC, 592) |
BUT WILL I CREATE OR DESTROY?
