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LUNA DE SANGRE VERSION 2
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BLYTHE, Isaac, Work in Progress
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  ISAAC”IZZY”BLYTHEnickname/alias» Izzy
birthdate» 3.10.1854
age» 156
occupation»
sexuality» Straight race» Werefeline
species» Clouded Leopard (Neofelis nebulosa)
affiliation» Pard
position» Spy?
born/converted» Converted  likes»
· Climbing and abseiling – trees, rocks, boulders, buildings, Isaac would climb them all; he’s mostly into free ‘soloing’, as he can survive long falls without any protective gear.
· Rising early – what’s the point in sleeping half the day away?
· Cafés – he likes poky, interesting little places, the food and drink might be a shade more expensive but who cares?
· Calm weather – climbing a rock face in gale force winds might be exciting but he’d rather shimmy in the sunshine.
· Getting what he wants – it’s only natural isn’t it?
· Strawberries – if it’s strawberries for real or just the flavouring then he’ll eat it, drink it and love it.
· Chinese food – Xiao and Chien introduced him to Chinese cuisine as they travelled during the 1900s, and he still loves it.
· Brainteasers – naturally inquisitive, he won’t stop until he’s figured it out for himself.
· Music – metal, pop, rock, classical, j-pop and j-rock, indie; life should have a theme tune, right?
· Physical contact – it might be very discrete or rather obvious but Izzy likes to touch and be touched.
· People who are straight up with him – he’d rather not beat around the bush, and he appreciates honesty.
· Banter – nothing like a few friends, some drinks and some good ol’ fashioned chitchat. dislikes»
· Clubs – definitely not his scene.
· Hip hop – it’s not his number one choice of music, though there are a few random tracks that crop up in his play lists.
· Dancing – Isaac is definitely not a shaker and a mover.
· People who spend all day glued to the television and the Internet – he can’t understand their aversion to sunshine and exercise.
· Hospitals – they freak him out, god and the smell. Ugh. He’s taken a few broken climbers to the hospital after some nasty falls.
· People who should be wearing clothes that are far, far too small for them – it just looks nasty.
· Drunks – both male and female. If you are so drunk that you can’t speak properly and you can’t remember the who/where/what/when and whys of the evening then you aren’t worth his time.
· Formal clothes – to him they seem confining, and it takes a fair amount of bullying and outright bribery to get Isaac into a suit and tie. Even then, he’d probably go for a shirt, jeans and blazer outfit rather than a “black-tie monkey costume”.
· Confinement – who likes being trapped in one place? His skill in climbing has added a new dimension to his escape routes, namely: up.
· Mess – particularly in kitchens. Something things in life are not meant to be furry. One of those things is milk. fears»
· Losing his freedom.
· Death – it doesn’t seem half as fun as life.
· Being unable to climb. habits»
· Stroking his chin when he’s thinking – it’s dead give away that his brain is ticking over.
· Scent marking his close friends – usually by rubbing their hands against his cheek.
· Cuddling up to people he knows – he always invades other peoples space.
· Sunning himself on a patch of grass – if it’s a nice day (and he isn’t halfway up a mountain) then you can bet that Izzy is sprawled out on his back soaking up the sun. psychological description»
Should one ever look up “pleasant demeanour” in the dictionary, then Isaac’s face would probably appear as the definition; for the majority of the time he is a happy and contented individual, accepting of his lot in life. He is typically slow to anger and rarely raises his voice except in frustration; when he is angry, his temper manifests itself in an explosive outburst that quickly exhausts itself, leaving him to profusely apologise when one deserves an apology.
Isaac is also loyal…within reason. He isn’t blinded by devotion and cannot understand the “over my dead body” principle due to the fact that his own survival is what he puts first and foremost. While he spent nearly fifty years with Xiao and Chien, he would never have expected them to lay down their lives for him, and he doubts they would have expected such actions from him. This being said, he would go to long lengths (rather than extreme ones) to help his friends, he would probably draw the line at maiming – he’s not in any hurry to lose a limb.
Isaac also has some touchy-feely issues and has no compunctions about invading the space of others, unless they happen to give off “Fuck off” vibes. He’s always touching the hands, arms and shoulders of other people, despite the fact he doesn’t know them all that well; it can certainly rub some people the wrong way, even if he’s being completely harmless.
skills/abilities»
Naturally, Isaac is an excellent climber. This is in part due to his werefeline skills as a clouded leopard and partially due to inherent ability. His particular area of climbing expertise is free soloing and endurance climbing; as a werefeline Isaac doesn’t have the same fear of falling as humans do, though mental fortitude is a basic requirement for free soloing. He also has some skill at “buildering” (a portmanteau of bouldering and building) or urban climbing, where he would forego the normal, safe, inside route and shimmy his way up the side of the building with no ropes or gear; he’s only attempted this type of climb on few occasions, due to running the risk of being arrested and/or fined. Isaac also climbs trees and walls on an apparent impulse, enjoying looking down at the world from a high vantage point.
 play-by» Taylor Kitsch
physical description»
Isaac is somewhat resigned to what he thinks of as his typical “Boy Next Door” looks. His hair is of medium length and treads the line between brunette and blonde, lightening in the summer and darkening in the winter; his eyes are hazel coloured and when he smiles (which is often) crow’s feet appear at the outer edges, a testament to his cheerful personality. His face is open, with a high forehead and defined cheekbones. Most of the time he is clean-shaven, though he often neglects to shave and grows what looks like stubble verging a short beard. At 6’0” and 225lbs, Isaac is no small fry and a life spent climbing and walking in the mountain has rewarded him with a defined physique. His skin has the weathered look of the outdoors and more than once he has come down from a climb sporting a new tan.
Isaac is the antithesis of well dressed, often seen in nothing more than a sturdy pair of climbing shorts. He has a motley collection of t-shirts, hoodies and jeans for when he’s not clinging to a craggy piece of rock, and plenty suitable climbing clothes for when he is. He owns a tiny amount of formal wear, two blazers, a handful of shirts and two pairs of dress trousers; all his formal clothes are either black or white.
transformation description»
In his pure feline form, Izzy weighs in at 22kg (49lb) and has a shoulder height of 39cm (1.3ft). He has a large build and, proportionately, the longest canine teeth (2 inches – about the same as a tiger's) of any living feline. He has a tawny coat and is marked on the body by large irregular shaped markings, each dark brown/black around the edge and lighter in the middle and it is this ‘cloud’ pattern that give the cat its name. The undersides and short, stout legs are usually spotted and the head and neck streaked with black/dark brown. His tail is exceptionally long at 90cm (3ft), which helps him to balance when climbing, along with supple ankle joints.
In his hybrid form, Isaac gains roughly two feet in height and a corresponding increase in weight and strength. He doesn’t have a particular preference between his hybrid form and feline form, as each serves a different purpose.
 family»:
Robert Stroud[Grandfather] – deceased
Abigail Stroud [Grandmother] - deceased
Duncan Blythe (nee. Stroud)[Father] – deceased
Caroline Blythe [Mother] - deceased homeland» Flathead Lake; Flathead Valley; Montana
history»
Born to Robert and Abigail Stroud, Duncan was born in 1824 and raised in the inhospitable Scottish Highlands as the son of a crofter until the Highland Potato Blight where they were forcibly evicted and shipped across the Pacific to Canada in 1847 where they were essentially dumped on the authorities. Due to the vast numbers of Scots coming into Canada due to the Clearances, the Stroud family could find no place to keep themselves and so moved west into America. The next few years proved harsh, as first Robert died, then Abigail, until Duncan became involved with the growing fur trade in the Flathead Valley in Montana, resulting in a surprising amount of wealth. It was in the trading post north of Flathead Lake that he met his eventual wife, Caroline. When they married and he inherited his wife’s lakeshore estates, Duncan took her family name, “Blythe”, in much the same fashion as the Highland chiefs had done.
Isaac Blythe was born on a dark and gloomy day in the month of October 1854. He was a healthy sized baby and was much loved by his parents. His childhood was spent mostly in the company of his mother, as his father would leave for extended periods of time in order to trap beaver and mule deer. Despite his absence, Duncan made sure the Isaac was taught a “man’s” skills through various tutors and instructors. He is a capable rider, particularly when riding bareback, as he was wont to do, and a decent shot with both pistol and rifle. When Duncan was at home, father and son would hunt and fish in the area around the lake, spending many hours together before Duncan returned to the fur trails. Following in his father’s footsteps, Isaac was hired by the Hudson’s Bay Company when he reached an employable age, tracking and trapping animals for their fur. Despite interest from other trader families and pressure from his own parents, Isaac didn’t seem all that concerned with marriage, saying that he had plenty of time for that kind of thing later in life, and at eighteen years old, he assumed he had plenty of life to live.
The 1880s saw the continued arrival of immigrants looking to make quick money, and the trading posts around the Flathead grew ever larger. It became the norm for Duncan to bring home guests and hold dinner affairs in the evenings, again something that Isaac had no interest in. Nevertheless, his mother coerced him into attendance and while he would never admit it out loud, they weren’t such dreadful affairs. Indeed, Isaac’s pleasant demeanour and strong work ethic came to the attention of more than a few people, and in his twenty-seventh year, the fathers of marriageable daughters were once again hinting that wedding bells ought to be ringing.
However, other things were now prowling the Flathead Valley. The following summer was one of the worst that Duncan and Isaac had ever seen, the number of men having been mauled to death had increased notably, and at first it was thought that the native cougars were at fault. Yet the predators remained elusive and the traders felt increasingly helpless as their numbers were slowly whittled away. Amongst these events arrived two significant newcomers: Chang Chien and Xiao Mei. These two were the subject of much whispering, and while the rest of the community frowned and muttered behind their hands, Isaac took the opportunity to speak to these strange and exotic people. Though his father was initially reserved, they were invited into the Blythe household for dinner at Isaac’s insistence. Unfortunately for Isaac, his generosity would prove his downfall.
In the autumn of 1882, Isaac received an invitation from Chien and Xiao for a genteel evening picnic spent at the lakeshore. Isaac was a trifle concerned, considering the recent animal related deaths but was assured that they would not tarry too long after dark and subsequently joined them at the lakeside. It didn’t take Isaac too long to notice that some things were very, very wrong; for one thing, rather than wearing her usual full skirt and proper blouse, Xiao was garbed in rough boy’s clothes, and Chien was nowhere to be seen. At this point, Isaac became aware of a curious noise behind him, disturbingly similar to a cougar. He spun, seeing a creature not unlike a cougar crouched some thirty or forty feet away. It was slightly smaller than a cougar, and had an odd blotchy patterning on its coat. It snarled at him, long fangs glisteningly white. Xiao seemed entirely unperturbed by this strange cat, and Isaac made several decisions simultaneously. The first of which was that Xiao and the mottled cat were evidently connected, the second being to run. It was probably not the more clever idea but his flight or fight instinct had taken over, and there was no way he could have taken on the exotic cat. So Isaac fled into the vegetation surrounding the lake, trying desperately not to turn around and look back, and when he tripped over a hidden obstacle, ripping a gash in his leg, he was certain he was dead. But when death did not sink it’s claws into him he scrambled to his feet, stumbling and aching from his fall, as blood trickled down his leg. Turning round to face the way he had come he saw the animal, barely ten feet away, slinking through the underbrush towards him. Then, faster than he could follow, the cat sprang, one paw sinking into his side, the other clouting Isaac in the side of the head, forcing him out of consciousness.
The remains of ‘Isaac’s’ body were buried and his family were left to grieve for him. However, unbeknownst to them, Isaac was now well on his way to Europe under the watchful eyes of Xiao and Chien.
1880s – 1930s (53 year gap) – travelling with Xiao and Chien (Europe, China, Australia)
1930s – split up, heads back to America (sail from Yeppoon in Australia stop off in Hawaii – continue to mainland)
1930s-present – I’ll get there in the end
other» Since Isaac hasn’t seen Xiao and Chien since the 1930s, they very well may crop up at some point, so I might put them up for adoption.
[list]player name/alias» Ed
age» 19
contact info» YIM & Email: demoninthefireplace@yahoo.co.uk
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Isaac clung to the rock face with all the tenacious determination he could muster. Damn, it was hot. It was over eighty degrees, with little to no cloud cover and he was clutching bare rock with nothing that even resembled shade. He craned his neck, trying to see a route upwards. Fuck. He was stuck. He swore again, out loud this time, and pushed himself backwards away from his hold. He landed with what could only be described as a “whump”, as the crash mat broke his fall.
“Bad luck mate, gonna give it another go?” This was Archie, one of his human climbing partners, and it was Archie’s fault that he was here in the first place. Bouldering wasn’t something Isaac would normally go for, as it was very different from the climbing that he was used to: it required no rope and was limited to very short climbs over a crash pad (to prevent injury – not that he had to worry about that); it was all about power, strength, and dynamics, and the individual moves or short sequences of moves unlike his preferred style of free soloing. Nevertheless, Archie had managed to bully him into it with the promise of a free meal afterwards, and with food on the horizon Isaac has seen no reason to not try it. Now, after three goes as the same “problem” he could see how they’d earned the nickname. If the Archie and the spotters (Sarah, Michelle and Joseph) hadn’t been there then it would have been easier but with no superhuman tricks allowed, it was proving a challenge.
Isaac wasn’t used to having people around when he was climbing, after all, he did prefer soloing but it was proving somewhat enjoyable. They were all veteran boulderers and there was a lot of ribbing coming his way as the new guy, at least they were being light-hearted; he hated the intense ones, who were so focused that they would barely even say “hello” and leaned towards downright rude.
He rolled off the crash mat and sprung to his feet, lithe and quick. He frowned up at the boulder and laughed,
“Yeah, why not?”
This post has been edited by Isaac Blythe on Oct 24 2009, 06:25 AM
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