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| Karayan | Dec 31 2009, 06:22 AM Post #1 |
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Isaac's family was anything but normal. His parents weren't exactly a common pairing on earth, due to their professions and stature, and even their races. His mother was a well-off physician at a local clinic. She was well known within the tight-knit community as a warm and caring individual, but there were also those who disliked her. She was the wife of a Saiyan, and however docile and polite he was, he would always bring shame to his wife and child. He'd come from a violent history, but left his old life behind to come to Earth and change his life, and with the KDF technology in place, remove the temptation of ever using his strength to harm another living creature. Odd circumstances had brought this odd couple together. A small-scale riot had nearly claimed his life - a group of intolerant humans had beaten him half to death, but Isaac's mother came across him in the aftermath of the chaos and gave him the medical attention to save his life. From that day, they became close friends, and years later, married and had a child... Isaac didn't seem to be the product of a loving relationship, and despite how well he was treated at home, he found himself at odds with his parents. His temper often clashed with his father's, and they were never on great terms. His mother was loving and nurturing, sometimes to the point of overbearing and overprotective, and this also created tension. Isaac was just a different person than his parents had expected to raise, taking more from his father as a cocky young saiyan, and less from his more recent polite, respectful side that had arisen since the incident. Isaac had received training from from the time he could handle it from his father, who had been a decent enough fighter in his youth. This was little more than a precaution against the intolerance of some of Earth's inhabitants, a condition that Isaac's father war more than well acquainted with. Every step of the way, Isaac was reluctant to go through with this training, but under the threat of severe punishment he always abided, learning a great deal about self defense, and later, how to become a real threat in a violent situation. Near the end of his highschool career, Isaac's mother fell ill, diagnosed with a slow, creeping cancer. This turned an already turbulent life at home into Hell for the young man, as he was forced to watch her fade. He spent as much time with her as he could stand to, and they learned much about eachother. He learned about her life before marrying his father, all of her dreams and wishes... Intricate things that his brash father had never showed interest in. Before long, he could answer any question about her, down to her favorite flower. It was a tiger lily. Angry at his inability to change things for his wife, Isaac's father became irritable, almost abusive. Despite mistreating his son, Isaac's father found himself enjoying one portion of their relationship - the two found beautiful solace in their intensifying training sessions, releasing anger and frustrations in a productive outlet. These lessons sparked Isaac's passion for fighting, awakening his ability to effectively convert his hurt into strength in battle. This was the only bonding they ever truly had, and every meeting showed increasing meaning and rates of improvement. After a year of watching his mother's situation worsen, Isaac found himself in a darker place, drugs and alchohol and lies started to replace healthier habits. One particular bout with substances as his mother's condition took a grim turn awarded him an extended stay in the hospital. In his bedridden state, he was unable to visit his dying mother, and at the time of her passing, he was still too ill to leave his room... The funeral passed before he returned home to a father that was angry and sickened by the weakness his son had shown in the face of hardship. Days after Isaac returned home, he visited the site of his mother's grave. He spent hours there in silence, not even a sigh was released of his anguish, his shame. He took careful note of the flowers that lined her tombstone, knowing that not one petal had dropped from his fingertips. His nostrils flared at the guiltiest, stinging detail... There were no tiger lilies. She was a quiet, loving woman, who had been respected and mourned all over town, but no one had left her favorite flowers... Her closest friend had not been able to see her off to the Otherworld. After several more hours of silent grieving, he walked home. Not a word was shared between father and son, and Isaac shut himself in his room for days... For hours on end he was fixed on the image of the wilting flowers that adorned her resting place, until he was almost obsessed with the mental picture. Days passed, and he began to draw out the scene, every minute detail represented in his disturbed scribbling. He wanted to carry this shame with him, he wanted to know that he would never fall so far again. He needed to be able to remind himself of where his weakness had lead him, and learn to be strong. Over the next few weeks he perfected a design, one that captured the great beauty and variety of flowers. At the very center of the design was a brilliant orange tiger lily, its depiction heavily emphasized by its size and vibrance. The remainder of the year was spent with different artists, immortalizing this reminder of his past weakness all up and down his arms, colorfully burning images he would face for the rest of his life. The floral patterns showed many beautiful colors that surely made a full rainbow - but none were as brilliant and significant as the bright orange tiger lily on the underside of his right wrist. Eventually, he was able to speak to his father again, and they made amends for the dark years behind them, creating a healthier, loving relationship. Isaac knew that his father was all that he had - his friends had all stopped talking to him since he was hospitalized, and he had become almost meager in his interactions with people, so much that it was difficult to even make solid acquaintances... With these painful memories behind him finally, Isaac spends his days looking for direction in the wake of the traumatic past. He still resides in the home where his mother died, and works and trains in a small gym his father runs, working hard to occupy his young mind with his progression under his father's skilled instruction. |
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