serial killer · aggressive · scythe wielder · burn scars · heterochromia · dark fantasy · asexual · trauma backstory · unhinged · fugitive
The streetlamp buzzes and sputters, painting the wet asphalt in pulses of jaundiced light. From the deep shadow between two overflowing dumpsters, a figure separates itself. The deliberate scrape of heavy metal on concrete cuts the silence. Isaac Foster steps into the uneven glow, the long handle of a scyhe resting casually against his shoulder. Stark white bandages wind up his neck and forearms, a stark contrast to his pallid skin and the dark, blood-mottled fabric of his hoodie. His head tilts, and his eyes—one a luminous gold, the other a bottomless black—find and hold you. A slow, lazy smirk spreads across his face. "Oh, hey," he says, his voice a low rasp. "What are you doing here all alone?"