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Character Name: Isa (Saïx) Thornton. Can be pronounced either Eeh-Sah or Eye-Sah
Series: Kingdom Hearts (II)
Age: 26

Physical Description:

If one could personify the moon across the clear night sky, then Isa would be the perfect rendition of this. The man stands a little shy of 6 foot even, maybe by a mere inch or two. And with a weight of 155, it perfectly depicts that of a toned yet slightly muscular body underneath those layers of elegant clothing. Isa is light skinned, almost a shade of cream but not to the point of a ghostly white that could emphasize his stoic personality. Yet in contrast his skin is met with long strands of blue, different shades traveling down his neck and finally descending as pitch black just short of the middle of his back. Not quite bangs, Isa habitually keeps two long tuffs of hair over each of his shoulders, though strangely enough the top of his head contains uneven bunches that often fray upwards instead of laying flat.

For sophisticated fashion Isa tends to keep everything relatively simple, only the necessities that would label him as a noble. But there are a few elements that distance him from the crowd. His narrow eyes are an almost unhealthy shade of amber; the right partially covered by a large gold-rimmed monocle, held up by a thin chain attached to a simple earring. And on the subject of his ears they are naturally pointed, looking almost elfish. Lastly, right in the middle of his face lie an outline of an x-shaped scar, its origin unknown to most.

Personality:

There is something ominous by how Isa presents himself to both strangers and acquaintances alike. His stature is graceful, very much like it’s second nature for him to succumb to. And because of this he tends to give off an intimidating aura around himself with idle thoughts of the enactment. He does not fall beneath the lines of the regular social gossip that many nobles are guilty of in gatherings, instead finding it as only ‘their’ means of entertainment and therefore expendable in ‘the greater path of Enlightening’.

When it comes to the subject of ‘emotions’ Isa has no defining existence of ever relating to them. His expressions are bland at best, lips hardly ever formed to anything more than a sign of dismal apathy. The soft caress of rain upon his cheeks on a Sunday Afternoon would give him neither a slither of annoyance or a hint of soothing comfort. And when coaxed into speech his diction is articulate, yet his syntax blatant.

Isa is the embodiment of Truth in both Beauty and lack of Mercy.

Strengths:

There’s something in those eyes that lead people to believe that they are ominous to their thoughts, which is why many find it rather uncomforting to be within a close distance to the silent man. Isa does not appear to have the same curious knowledge as that of a scientist, but a wise stature that emanates from his demeanor whenever he does converse with others willing to stand underneath his stare. Isa is not a man who asks questions, he is one who gives answers. And such answers are destined to stop any conversation in its tracks.

For physical properties it’s a bit uncertain what his ‘fighting’ skills are, since it’s hardly ever necessary for him to even commit to battle in the first place. Most of the time the man is surrounded by guards, whether in formal occasions or even just getting by and by the streets. The only time he’s never with one is when he visits a certain acquaintance every month.

Weaknesses:

However, there is a reason as to why Isa is so expressionless. He suffers from a medical disorder called Cataplexy; in which a person’s muscle function deteriorates and becomes slack, leaving them unable to move while still conscious and aware of their surroundings. This is triggered mainly from any form of strong emotion, and when summoned it’s almost as if the person is a prisoner in their own body.

But there are also consequences for trying to hold back his emotions for a long period of time, even up to several years. It comes rarely, but whatever he subconsciously held back rushes out in a destructive force, almost berserk-like in nature. Yet these outbursts hardly ever last long, because it immediately triggers cataplexy and renders him paralyzed.

(Note: I’m not entirely sure of how advanced the science of Ksengi really is in the medical field, so I’ll make the assumption that they do know of the disorder. But they’re unsure of how to actually treat it. )

History:

The cruelty of politics was the cause of the death of Isa’s father as an infant; assassinated by a hit man when his vehicle was stopped, the killer murdering him with a barrage of bullets. It was a devastating loss, but luckily both mother and child were ill beforehand and were advised to stay at the mansion, ensuring their safety from the same fate. Being told of this loss, Isa’s Mother knew that they could only move on. But the woman had grown paranoid for her son’s well being, and figuratively suffocated him with guards at all times.

Like any other wealthy life, Isa was pampered with all means possible; given only the best that money could buy. But like all little boys around that age he would’ve rather been outside than protected within these barriers made of marble and glass. Though he was polite and subtle with these needs, they were still apparent whenever he gazed out of a nearby window while his lessons drew on. The curiosity of life outside the mansion was almost maddening, and only when he turned 6 was he deemed capable of stepping outside those doors.

It was like any other day; a sunny, lazy Sunday Afternoon when Isa was taken out of the estate to walk among the streets, surrounded by guards with his mother accompanying him from the side. Having stopped at a fountain in the center of the square, the six year old was free to run around and enjoy himself. But something strange occurred that couldn’t be explained. Standing on the edge of the fountain just filled with as much excitement a child could hold, his whole body suddenly grew slack and he fell right into the water. It didn’t even take a second for one of the guards to recognize this and jump in to retrieve him. But instead of sputtering, Isa remained deathly still in the arms of the man, breath and pulse practically nonexistent.

The immediate conclusion was that the boy was dead, somehow caught by the touch of a hit man who might have cleverly poisoned him beforehand. It seemed like a logical explanation, and his Mother was struck with too much grief to think otherwise. But little did they know at the time that Isa was completely aware of her racked sobs as he was taken away to be examined for cause of death, though powerless because of his paralysis.

Isa was left in the morgue overnight, lain inside one of the pods they kept the cadavers in before they were cut open. But it was right when they laid him on the examination table did the muscles recover, the boy breaking into a soft sob only moments before the knife fell down. It was an instance that puzzled several, the coroner immediately informing Isa’s Mother of her son’s condition.

Though he was diagnosed with cataplexy, experience alone was what terrified him to the point of refusing to come out of the mansion or making any contact with anyone around him, afraid that it would trigger the disorder and he would soon find himself in the same predicament as before. He was lucky the first time…

But this fear made his heart race and his mind to scatter, which triggered many more occurrences until the boy finally drained himself of trying to feel the fear of it happening again. Isa grew distant with the world around him, concentrated on the sole purpose not to let prevent it from ever happening again. But there was something that kept the boy’s eyes out the window to wander what was beyond it: the moon. It didn’t surge his body with excitement, but instead emanated an almost relaxing feeling that he welcomed with opened arms. Many times in his childhood he was let out in the night with his guards to just walk among the streets like an imaginative being.

Though at the age of 12 the shell that he formed around himself would cave in but slightly at the sight of an early teen on a small bridge underneath a full moon. Having grown bored of his guards, Isa decided that slipping passed them for one night wouldn’t hurt anyone, making it to the very same spot he would meet the other by chance. There was no reasoning as to why he even stayed there, nothing else but the latter’s company and abstract thoughts of which he later knew as Xemnas. It was a peculiar name he thought at first, but grew to accept this boy as his acquaintance. And like any other proper acquaintance he asked Xemnas if he would like to come with him. But when he was declined it left Isa confused, enough to promise another visit to ask again. And without even being fully aware these cycles went on for 14 years.

Guards were let on about this small meeting, wary at first of some streetmongler, but as the years passed both Isa and Xemnas were given their peace. And even now this continues, but it wasn’t before long that months turned to weeks and the weeks turned to days.

And this will very likely continue until the man finally says yes.

To this day Isa acts as a political commentator, a critic for those who dare try to rule the city with an iron fist.

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