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Name :: Issac Julian Shy`Linn
Nicknames/Alias' ::Issac has never had anyone call him anything besides his name, when people aren't insulting him that is.
Age ::Forty - Two
Birthday :: February Thirteenth
Gender :: Male
Race ::Neko
Appearance ::There isn't much to this neko. He is a amazing six foot seven, weighs three hundred and eighty pouts, all muscle mind you, and is tinted with a all natural tan which is rather deep. With dirty silver hair, which appears gray to most, the hazel eyes normally show nothing more ten hatred, anger and protest against anyone who dares to touch or think they can tame him. There's no such thing as a shirt to this man, thus revealing the many scars that are on his chest, back and hips where his usual baggy pants don't cover.
Issac is very muscled, built like a s**t-brick-house some would say. He has countless markings on his chest,back, neck, arms, legs, and tail and one short scar on his left ear on the tip. There is no tattoo's or piercings
Powers :: If you consider being strong, and heightened senses a power, then he has powers.
Biography ::If it wasn't his mother that pushed him hard when he was younger, it was his father trying to make him a better man. Like nearly every other slave, his story isn't golden, mostly along the lines of sad, tragic and dramatic. His teen years isn't something he wishes to remember, being an only child; the result of a forbidden love (where he lived Neko's and humans weren't allowed to become lovers). His family lived on a large farm, raising; cows, horses, chickens and a few other animals that brought in money. This neko had went to school, graduated and was put through hell trying to do so since he wasn't like the other kids. He was always picked on which drove him to build himself up, and up and up until he intimidated others with his size.
If it wasn't for the farm he lived on, developing the body he wanted would have been much harder. He never had a high school sweetheart which hurt his mother for some odd reason, he never understood it so he had simply continued his work on the farm. Until one day he was told they had to sell, which wasn't going over well with Issac. Issac had told his parents to keep the farm going for as long as they could, and he'd be back with money
Within a year he had enough money to keep the farm going, having went to the city and went into underground brawls which brought in enough money for him to even rent his own apartment until he had headed back home. Though, like every story, this ending didn't go well. The farm had been sold, no one had taken good care of it thus resulting in it's burn down. After that it seemed like all good emotions slipped away, and he moved into the city for good and fought constantly which gave him a good amount of the scars.
One night in a drunken state, he decided to go out into the street and find something to do, instead of finding something he had ran into a familiar fighter he had fought, and beat the crap out of, but he wasn't there to say hi, instead him and a few of his friends had beat Issac until he was unconscious and sold him to the slave trade when he was thirty- three. Ever since then he has been in slavery, going between Masters and Mistress' and eventually was returned because his rough, rude, and rebellious attitude went on to long, and wasn't liked.
People don't get to know him long enough to know he actually has a soft side; gentle, caring and even sensitive.
Other Information About Your Character:: Three words. Issac. Loves. Naps.
Also this neko loves to sunbath, girlish yes, but no one has ever got close enough to him to know these things.
Type of Slave :: Mixed, 98% of the time Rebellious
Type of Mistress Preferred ::If there was a Mistress who put up with his shirt, it would something along the lines of mixed. Someone who knows when to put down the beating when needed, and someone who knows when to stop and be able to take care of what needs to be taken care of; his well being. It's never happened to him, but even though he is rebellious and doesn't allow anyone to touch him in anyway, shape or form, but he wishes he'd be able to have someone who'd be able to deal with him being him and give him one night alone outside, on his own to where he was able to look up at the stars and relax.
If there was such a Mistress, and they gave him that, he would devote his life to her.
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