The Trinketeer

Name:
Isaac Douglas Grand
Gender:
Male
Age:
53
Birthday:
4th of September
Sexuality:
Straight
Special Characteristics:
- Manipulative

Personality:
Being raised in a military oriented family, it wasn't so surprising that he as a young lad decided on a career among the Rune Knights. Where he with his youthful determination and ambition quickly rose through the ranks. His wits, tactical insight made him a force to be reckoned with, and a threatening rival for other youngsters that had their eyes set on promotions. So it was only a matter of time till even commanding officers started to feel the heat.
Scared of someone being able to replace them, and take future seats away, it was decided that Isaac along with others was being sent to some military outpost outside of the country. Where daily skirmishes and battles occurred.

Forged in the daily battles with local warlords, Isaac quickly came to the conclusion that his life meant nothing. Nothing at all, he was just another pawn to those in the upper echelon. However, this didn't took away his determination and ambition, instead it took on a new form. It changed.
Seeing comrades fall, fighting everyday, he decided he wanted more. He wanted power, he wanted to rule and above all he he desired immortality. He wanted it all, no longer would he stay a lowly grunt to fight the battles for other people, no he would rise above that and aim for the highest position in the country. The battles gave birth to one of the most powerful longings in life, greed.

Realizing that Isaac rose through the ranks once more, through battle and fighting. Through laying waste to the enemy. After fifteen years out of the country he returned, now a grown man, hardened in battle with a burning desire.
Back he was given his own command, his own troops, which was actually giving a man the utilities to gain more. To reach for bigger goals. So once again through political maneuvers, manipulation and even crushing his rival diplomatically he rose yet again. All while he kept his face in front of his own troops, who saw him as that hardened trustworthy commander.

That was who he generally had become, a greedy manipulative man with a burning desire to become more then he is. A man who hid himself behind a face with a kind smile. That was the role he played in a theatric act called life, his own troops saw him as a hardened leader, who could be trusted in battle. Who could be followed in battle even. A man whom had a broad smile. And through that support he had risen, high enough to eventually being invited to most upper echelon itself. The Magic Council.



Likes:
- Being in control, nothing gives him more satisfaction then being in complete and utter control over a situation
- Money
- His position, it shows that he has claimed what he has worked towards all his life. However it still didn't keep him for setting his eye on something bigger.

Dislikes:
- Bratty youngsters
- People that outwit him
- Losing

Motivations:
- Aiming for Chairman
- Immortality, or anyway to stop his aging process while keeping his mind. Even though that might be long gone from his own burning desires.
- To control the Council thus controlling most of every magic institution in the country.

Fears:
- To vanish into nothingness. Basically Dying
- Revealing the true face that lies behind his figurative mask
- Mel Crawford, a sharp woman who had seen through him from the very moment he joined. She could thwart his plans and stop his own advance.

General Appearance


Height:
Unkown
Weight:
Unkown
Hair:
Grey
Eyes:
Blue
Skin Tone:
Brownish
Appearance:



Guild/Council

Guild:
Magic Council
Tattoo:
none
Rank:
A
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