DAUKSZA, ISAAC

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[atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Isaac andrey Dauksa

[atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Isaac andrey Dauksza, but you can call me Isaac or Iz. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm twenty three years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a Male. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a were, but you can keep that a secret for now.

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personality

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Well meet the stereotype himself, Issac Dauksza. Growing up in a rich lifestyle he has gotten everything that he's ever wanted, but some how still not satisfied. He is very hard to please, you could spend your whole life trying to make him happy and he probably wouldn't ever will be. He is extremely lazy. He's never worked a day in his life other than veterinary work. He's use to everything just being handed to him, he expects it. This man is just as bad, if not worse than a five year old child. He only really thinks about himself.

Iz has severe anger problems. He gets so angry so easy that it's almost hard for him to not go out on a tyrant. He is abusive in some cases, especially to girls. He gets so protective over them he's almost obsessive. One reason why he breaks off when a serious relationship starts to develop. He gets destructive and almost loses himself in his anger. It's quit scary to see him like this, especially since after this happens he really can't remember a thing.

Issac is really not very fond of them. He could do without, but it's not like they've ever given him a reason to hate them.

history

[/size][/right]It's pretty easy to see that Isaac grew up wonderfully. Born in Russia and raised for the first ten years of his life there. He always had nice things, lived in a gorgeous house and surprisingly had an amazing sister. His parents got along great for the most part. When he was about eleven or twelve they decided to move to the U.s. and to Jamerson falls, New jersey. He never really did too terribly bad in school. His junior year of high school he met the love of his life. Mikaelya was her name and she was beautiful, everything he ever wanted in a women. She was hiding something from him though, and he didn't find out until it was too late. Late one night he went to her house to surprise her and she attacked him. Only when she attacked him she wasn't human, she was a were wolf. Her bite had cause him to turn.

A little shocked at this experience, he still continued to date her. She taught him to control himself in return for his love. There were a few times that they both slipped but they'd help each other cover up the situations. At one point when he was about twenty years old, at a fancy little cafe, he proposed to her. She said yes and the couple couldn't have been any happier. Mikaelya wasn't always a good girl, she had gotten herself into some trouble with another pack of weres and couldn't get herself out. She left Isaac one day to see if there was any way she could fix her debt.

The was only one way, and so they killed her. Isaac didn't find this out for many days. Once he did, he was never the same again. He tried to date a few times, but none were the same as Mika. He ended up killing and devouring a few of the girls from being so rough with them. So now he's kind of a loner, and just does what he pleases, whenever he wants.![/div][/td][td]

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role play sample

[/size][/right]The little blonde's bright blue eyes stared at the tall man's body lying on the ground in front of her. Sitting on her bed she propped her elbows on her legs and buried her face into her hands, groaning in disappointment. She though she stopped in time for him to live, but she guessed not. Well at least her energy had been restored and that awful withdraw feeling was gone. For the past two months she has done this to every one of the males she's fed off of. She didn't really understand what got into her, all she knew is she really ought to stop before this gets out she's killed over twenty people. Tyler peeked through her slightly parted fingers just to make sure this wasn't all a dream and when she realized it wasn't she dropped back onto the bed and smothered her face into her pillows. She was already stressed out enough having to go out every time she fed and bury a body and now it was happening again. She sat up and looked around, blood stained almost everything, including herself. She went into her closet and grabbed a pair of shorts, a cardigan and a lacy tank top. She hopped into the shower to get the stains of red off of her blonde hair and skin. She got most of it off of her hair but in a few spots it was discolored which really bugged her. Ty groaned in frustration. She'd take care of the body later but right now she just needed to leave.

She sat in her car for a moment, thinking where could she go. Her mind was so fogged up with useless things that she almost couldn't think straight. Tyler felt as if her consciousness was starting to drift. She finally realized there was a lot of empty buildings down the road a little ways. At least there she could sit and think about what she was going to do. There was no way in hell she was going to touch that dead body, that was the last one. While driving she was slightly distracted, almost passing the place. She pulled off into the parking lot and just parked however. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and fumbled to get on out. A loud scream of a child was heard which made her jump. She cringed and dropped her pack of cigarettes at the cries for help. She hated the sounds of children suffering, she didn't mind any grown person, just children. Ty had a soft spot for them for what ever reason. She hasn't really had the chance to ever have kids either since she was born a vampire and not created. Which almost seemed slightly nicer considering she was a disappointment to most that were like her.

As she approached the building where the screams came from she smirked as the figure of a man appeared. She figured with was most likely a vampire, none the less a male. He was stained in red liquid along with the ground and walls. A light chuckle same from her as she hissed at him." You should really clean this up, it's quite sickening." The little American leaned against the wall, one hand resting in the back pocket of her shorts, the other fixing her long blonde curls. A sarcastic smile stuck around as she spoke again. " Children.. really? You couldn't go after anything a little harder?" She growled as she looked at the mangled bodies of them lying on the ground.

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