Isaac Vultair // WIP

Isaac rose from his bed.
Letting out a soft yawn, he sat up and stretched his scrawny arms. Most of his body was like this. He had little
to no upper body strength, or any kind of muscularity. It wasn’t that he couldn’t build his muscle it was just he had
never seen the point. To him if you weren’t fat you were healthy.

As the boy rose out of bed his boney feet pressed against the cold wooden floors in his room. A slight chill ran over his body as he stood, for he was only in his under garments. Still half asleep he stumbled to the bathroom. Flicking on the lights he squinted his eyes hoping they would adjust to the brightness. He didn’t deal with pain well even the slightest of it. There wasn’t much pain in the Capitol and that made most citizens weak and frail.

Once his eyes adjusted he turned the shower nob and flinched as the water shot out. Little thing like that always took him by surprise. He liked to be in control of all his surrounding and any sudden actions or movements startled and quite frankly annoyed him.

Too tired to make too big of a fuss, he slipped of his garments and stepped in. Showers were his favorite. He’d often taken for than two each day. Isaac has a busy life he always has somewhere to be or thing to do. A shower calmed him. It called his busy mind and the warm water let him relax.

After an hour of rinsing in the warm water Isaac’s skin began to prune. He turned the shower off and took a towel off the nearby hanger. Wrapping it around his waist he carefully stepped out trying not to slip. Once the boy was dried he dressed himself into a fancy suit like always and took a look in the mirror. He examined himself slowly. He pointlessly tried to tame his dirty blonde hair. It would never stay styled so he let it do whatever it wanted. Some days it would be spiked, or messily sticking up and down at random, others it would just lay straight down across his forehead.

After he got tired of fooling with it he wiped the goop from underneath his light sea green eyes. Isaac never wore any makeup or wore and special collared contacts, it felt unnatural and irritation to his body.

Isaac then took a look at his upper lip. He smirked at the sight that the mustache he had been growing for about six months was barely some overgrown peach fuzz. Satisfied with his appearance. He stepped out side his apartment and asked the Avox to call his private worker that escorted him wherever he needed to go.
When the man arrived he asked Isaac, “Where to today Mr. Voltair?”
Isaac gave him a smirk. “I’m feeling lucky today Fred. Take me to the casino.” There were many casinos and thing in the Capitol but Isaac’s employee knew exactly which one to go to.

Isaac will deny it, but he loves to show off. Well let’s put it this way he likes to put on this act of being completely innocent and slightly stupid and then when people underestimate him, lets say in a game of poker he completely surprises them. This is how Isaac is able to live in the Capitol. Gambling. This little act makes him a load of money. He spends his free time betting on the Games and playing card games in casinos. People who don’t know him say he gets lucky, but everyone has some sort of suspicion that he’s smarter than he lets on.

Isaac at times can be a bit cocky. This gets him into a lot of trouble when his takes a large portion of someone’s life savings in a game of black jack.
He can almost always find away out, but he knows deep down that one day he going to get into serious trouble because someone’s going to think that he had cheated him or her.


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