What you can call me: Jeremiah Bara Isab
How many birthdays I've had: 18
Something I picked up: J.B.
Last time I checked I was a: Male
What I really am: Werewolf
How I act: Secluded, aggressive, closed off.
What I like/dislike: I prefer aggression, to get into fight, But not to start fights. I also prefer an intelligent conversation. I don't like people trying to push themselves upon me, I will get angry. I don't like bubbly people, I absolutely hate people who are overly excited for nothing.
An item held precious to them: He had a small red jewel. It was very much able to be stolen, but he must be wounded greatly before it could be taken. This jewel was the red glint in his eye. It surrounded his pupil. The red of his iris is what gave him his energy. It was unknown to how it came to him, but he now had it, and it was to be a permanent part of his body.
What you can call me: Gabriel Mont Isab
How many birthdays I've had: 18
Last time I checked I was a: Male
What I really am: Celtic
How I act: I am generally calm and easy. I rarely care about anything.
What I like/dislike: I like discussions about the reasoning of existence. I don't really like much after that
An item held precious to them: He held onto a strange flower, that he just kept pulling at. No matter how many times he would do this though, it never seemed to run out. It was a special type of flower, something that just kept regenerating, but it wasn't found anywhere else in the world. It was a one of a kind. As he kept pulling off the pedals, they would slowly float to the floor, then disappear. It was as if it was just pedal of energy. That is because it was. The flower was taking a little bit of his energy, creating a new pedal with each bit of energy taken.
