Issak Reference Sheet .:MD:.

EDIT: Crappy Fire and Blood effects added to show that Issak is dead ._. So...yeah. X3 I'll be making a new MD character soon enough. But I thought I'd just write a little bit on his death, just so you know.

The dorm where the Marsupial made his home in Mission-Domination lay silent. The others were out, most likely taking over another country. The Tasmanian Tiger was sitting at his desk, head resting on his hands as he stared at a photo sitting in front of him, a darker furred female the subject. Her blue eyes lit up the photo, and from their size it showed that she was much younger, possibly still under two years. Issak sighed as he brushed a finger along the frame.
"I'm doing this for you, Hannah." The photo was of his beloved sister, whom had died of malnourishment, as the two Tasmanians had been orphaned at a young age and the government left them alone on the island to die. "This place is good, we'll fix things." The marsupial's ear twitched and he turned his head at the sound of pawsteps. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could make a move, a blade sliced over his eyes, spraying blood all over the desk. Issak shrieked and fell out of his chair, reaching into his pouch to pull out his gun, but to no use, as it was yanked from his hands and thrown elsewhere. He felt a paper slink over his shoulder as his application fell from the wall. Before he could do much else, the blade was once again brought down on the marsupial, shredding his throat open with messy cuts, spraying blood and flesh along the walls and floor. The Tasmanian slid down the wall, falling onto the floor, quickly bleeding out. His tongue lolled out of his maw as he opened his eyes, raw and stinging from the cuts, from what was left of his vision, he stared at the photograph of Hannah on his desk, reaching out to it before his eyes fell dark and he went completely limp. Sparks illuminated the room as the murderer sliced up an inactive URL, using the shorted wires to light the loose papers in the room, the warm glow of flames soon engulfing the dorm, an attempt to hide the traces of the murder.




WhoooooOOOooooOOOooo!! Finally DONE!!!

So a few things before we get to his Description,
-That line on his stomach is where his pouch opening is. (Yus, he's a Marsupial) The pouch is deep and for male Tasmanian Tigers, it's mostly a gonad protector XD So that would explain why he doesn't like little kids roaming wiggling around in there. He's a male with a pouch!! It's funny!!! He hates it when someone mentions it as a joke, but feel free to joke! A male with a pouch would be like if male humans had a womb. LET IT BEH FUNNEH!!!!

-His pouch is easy storage and he keeps a few things in there that won't fit in his pockets or are important that he doesn't loose. This includes his gun, which is a realitivly horrible accident waiting to happen, since his pouch is his reproductive structure's protection. And now there's a gun in there too.

-He's from Australia, so he has a bit of an Aussie accent I may not role play with it, because it's hard to do XD, but it's there. Let's just say he's trying to hide it

Species: Tasmanian Tiger (Thylacine)

Personality:
Issak is a shy kind of fella. He tends to keep to himself and his experiments, but because of this self-seclusion, his public skills could use some...work. Issak looks like a canine, but he's a marsupial, and one of two species where the males and females have a pouch. Many who aren't from his region can't quiet grasp this concept and it frustrates him. He HATES children. Of any kind. Hates explaining to them that he's not a dog, and he's not a kangaroo. His patience level is clearly very low, unless he is working with dangerous chemicals that is. He learned that the hard way.

A few years back, Issak was working to try and invent a safer way to use nuclear weapons and similar substances. But before his new weapon to testing, it had a melt down and exploded. The explosion was fairly controlled, but it destroyed much of Issak's work and lab space. Not only that, but it blew off his left arm and shredded his ear. He's lucky that his sight wasn't damaged but he's now deaf in his left ear. His arm was replaced with a robotic prosthetic. It's very advanced and works smoothly with his brain activity, but Issak constantly complains that it pinches or is too slow.

URL's Personality:

URL is a cute little bot. He's energetic and constantly buzzing around Issak, which clearly gets on the impatient marsupial's nerves. One day, URL even stepped over the line and snapped Issak's temper, causing him to take it out on the small bot, ending with him cracking URL's mouth monitor and a few desks. But the little bot holds no grudge, he's just sure to keep a good distance when he's being annoying.

The only reason Issak keeps URL around is because the Repair-Bot can fix his arm when Issak is having issues with it and can't get to an Engineer or fix it himself. So wither Issak likes it or not (not), URL is useful to him.

Gun Function: Issak's gun blasts a burst of blue light at his target. Although this beam is very ineffective and will only knock down the both of them. It also takes about an hour to recharge after a good blast. Issak hopes that the finished product will produce a magnetic plasma blast that will dismember his enemies more easily. (Picture the blasters in Star Wars)

Role Play Example: Issak was hunched over his work area, carefully mixing two clear chemicals into one tube before adding a drop of another to turn the chemicals purple.
"What's dat?!"Issak jumped, spilling the contents of the tubes onto the floor, a few sizzling away at the tiles. The chemist growled and glared at the bot from behind his protective glasses.
"It was a new chemical compound that I was testing for a new weapon." He angerly grabbed a pen and scribbled out the long notes he had. He then crumbled them up and threw them across the room along with his work glasses. "Now it's just a mess you need to clean up." He growled before storming out of the room. URL looked at the chemicals on the floor and his LED eyes flickered in an artifical blink.
"Cleeeaan??"

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