Izan Ariss

## Public Personality

He looks like he kills people, that is the easiest way to put it. His looming form and deep voice scare off those around him rather quickly, and he is completely fine with it. The first impression Izan gives off is unapproachable and lacking any form of emotion. When others are around he tends to lie more for his brother's sake, acting more the villain. The surface layer of his behavior is someone who does not have the capacity to give any shits about anything. Izan will make up whatever he has to as his driving motivation in a given moment to seem more normal, or creep someone out. He goes with the flow and the vibes of those around him, but takes more of the villain route to keep eyes off of his brother as he has been requested to do.

## Private Personality

There is a soft side to Izan, one that tries his best to still understand others and enjoy his life. Izan likes to give gifts to those close to him, or listen to them closely to show his efforts. When no one else is watching he is rather silly, crawling around on all fours for the hell of it and mimicking the sounds around him. He’s weird, but not in the creepy way, in the way he would be the funniest in the friend group by complete accident. Izan considers himself an enigma, trying his best to care and always falling short to his own detriment. He holds a secret hatred towards his brother he is unable to fully realize until he can come to terms with the fact that he has been hurt by him.

## Backstory

The two twins lived some of the most bland and normal lives for a very long time, both getting decent grades with nothing exceptional, parents that did just the normal amount of everything, simply middle class. Honestly, there was a large possibility that everything could have gone an entirely different way, living the average life, going through schooling and eventually getting an office job. Instead, his brother August began to read the medical textbooks left in the basement of their home, owned by his father who once dreamed of being something more than a factory worker. Some of these were old fashioned, antiques from the past showing diagrams of the brain and what places could be altered to do what. August became infatuated, bringing the books around with him everywhere and taking a huge interest in science. Izan however, he was satisfied just continuing on with everything as normal, no exceptional interests and a simple understanding of everything. The most of a passion he had was for soccer, often challenging his brother and easily winning against him. The brains and the brawn, that’s the dynamic they were glad to share. August could always beat him in knowledge, but Izan could outrun him whenever he wanted. The parents took pride in the accomplishments either of them had, supporting wherever they could despite the growing concerns for the young August’s obsession with frontal lobe lobotomies.

Izan had to admit he cared little for the obsession that his brother had, that is until it directly changed the course of both of their lives together. August was getting restless, wanting to see through the ideas he had in his mind and the mice had been responding well to the experiments he had previously tried. What was a better experiment than people, especially ones that he knew well enough to see whatever actions would change with the subsequent operations. Izan woke up that night to endless agony, an icepick firmly implanted from the eye into the skull. No matter how much he writhed and yelled his parents remained unresponsive to his plight, unknowing that the experiments on both of them had proved instantly fatal. August was the only one to show, grabbing Izan and pinning him down to continue his work. It was a blessing that he had passed out for the rest of it, or if he was awake he was unable to recall. Everything changed after that point. His passion for soccer was completely gone, along with a good semblance of his coordination. August had him take care of the bodies, his mind unable to process enough of an emotion for it to affect him. The only things that he thought about was the unending pain and his lack of vision, there was this tension now around his brother, something he would have otherwise been able to place down as fear. He found himself incredibly loyal to the commands he was given, his new freetime activity trying to get back his coordination as that is what August would always tell him to do with any extra time. The success of Izan being so obedient was what August wanted to do to everyone, have them work for him so that he did not need to get a job for himself. All the money went straight to his pockets.  Izan worked several smaller jobs, giving all the money to August as soon as he was asked, but he tended to slack off, losing most of his employment.

August was the main worker in the operations, and Izan was just responsible for making sure that no one left. He outright refused at first to take the life of anyone, but as time went on August left most of the dirty work to him. Izan let himself live this life, having August do his experiments on those he brought back to the house and working his smaller jobs. It was a decent life, though not a morally correct one by any means. The amount of missing persons cases around the town was now getting horrendous, every year that went by the numbers were getting more brave and August was getting sloppy. The experiments became more outlandish, and the evidence left behind was multiplying. The police eventually settled on the two brothers, expecting them to most likely be responsible. With a search warrant granted, they finally visited the house where so many had met their end. August frantically tried to hide whatever he could, but the two of them were careless and Izan did not care enough to keep things tidy. August waited for the perfect moment, trapping the police inside of one of the rooms and calling Izan. He was nearby, taking time to practice his coordination out in the woods with one of the worn out soccer balls from his youth. Racing back on the command of his brother, he was given the order to burn the place down. And of course, why wouldn’t he? What August said is what would happen. He would make sure of it, as if he did otherwise he was certain his mind would be tampered with further and he would lose what he had left. The place easily set ablaze, the outside covered in dried vines that accelerated it. August was scrambling inside, trying to grab whatever books he considered valuable to his research and tools required to start anew elsewhere. But he was trapped within, and Izan was starting to notice that as the flames grew higher. A command shouted over the flames, and as he stood there he felt his first taste of free will. He could turn away now and leave his brother to die, but then what? It would just be him, no home and not much else. With a huff, he went into the blaze, managing somehow to retrieve the other and drag both of their bodies into the woods. Izan was the worse off of the two, his entire body covered in burns while August simply suffered burns upon his arms from covering his face.

When Izan woke up again in the woods, he could hardly move his body due to the sheer pain of it all. August was packing up, and was ready to abandon the other. Izan pleaded in his scratchy, smoke-filled voice, only to be met with a glare and his brother running off nearly unscathed. The sirens of all sorts of government vehicles filled the distant air, and he was left there the only one to be taken into custody. First, of course, he had to spend a long time in the hospital just to get enough care to even stand trial in court. His hospital stay was years long, something in him feeling painfully empty now that he knew his brother saw him as nothing other than disposable. His coordination tests continued, and once he had enough of his body healed he began to build his strength. He would prove he was worth something still, but those thoughts of free-will continued to pop up.

The court date for him finally came, and the entire thing to him was a blur. August had shown up, successfully getting Izan to take the fall for everything and no blame placed upon him. Izan allowed this, the guilty verdict not meaning much to him knowing that he never had the desire to do anything that his hand was guided into doing. The day he was to be transferred to prison, he was instead moved to ParaSocial academy and was incredibly surprised when he encountered his brother in the same room as him. To this day he still doesn't know how August ended up getting caught, but has no shown interest in knowing more.

## Likes

Neutral weather (If it is cold it goes right through him, but if it is warm he is in agony).

Candy.

Soccer.

Baggy clothing.

## Dislikes

The texture of velvet.

Those who get way up in his personal space.

Extroverts who try to drag him around (August).