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Isostatic has a minion!

Alma the Krock-O-Dyl

Isostatic
Legacy Name: Isostatic

The

Darkmatter Magnus
Owner:

Dresden_Complex

Age: 13 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 10th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 10th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 8
Books Read: 8
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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Get out of my face, unless you want me to deconstruct you.

Don't ask why computer saved it with a black background, I have no idea XD

Isostatic, the physicist of the people...or so he once was. Iso gained his odd powers during a freak accident one day...now he controls matter and particles, breaking them down and rebuilding them at the molecular level. Though he chooses to remain in his lab, quietly tinkering away among his many machines, if draw into the open he will fight until his opponent learns the true extent of the power of the People's Physicist....

Name: Isostatic
Alias: Iso
Age: 24 (human years)
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Status: Still madly in love with Failuta
Partner: Alma (brought him back to life by building the artificial heart he rides on)
Theme song: 'Otherside,' Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Color: Dark Matter
Occupation: Physicist
Rp Status: Open (Quad and Anthro)

It hurt...it hurt horribly. If this is what death felt like, Isostatic could not believe people wished this on anyone. He was sure he was dying, but the process was going so slowly, the shrapnel sticking in his body burning the crying nerves, his heart pumping still against the stiff metal stuck deep into its chambers.

The lab around him lay in shambles, the charred flesh and sickening outline of what once was his partner...his lover...burned forever into the wall. Between the pain, and the taunting image of his passed beloved, Isostatic, the Physicist of the People, had no more tears left in him. Dying was such a lonely endevour it seemed...at least when one dies slowly. Why could his own death not have been quick and painless? Perhaps god was punishing him for his work, the work that caused people to play god.

Isostatic had been proud of his work, even to the point of arrogance on his part, but he had been well respected, helping people even though he couldn't stand them. He gained his title and wore it proudly, drawing his partner in through admiration, building a true relationship through love. And now, all of it, everything he had spent his life building, was gone, gone because of an accident that never should have happened...

The small tears streamed down Isostatic's face once more, the tears returning suddenly even as he wished for them to disappear. His heart ached, not only from the metal that had pierced it, but also from the searing feeling of loss. Isostatic clutched weakly at his chest, resting a shaking hand upon the deadly intrusion that quivered slightly with every unsteady beat of his heart. Why? Why could't this all just go away...

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More will continue around here. To do (a reminder to me): Finish art, work on story