Isobe, Eishi
INFO
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Stats:
[150cm]
[26.9kg (~28.5kg estimate)]
[Black Hair]
[Black Eyes]
Notable Characteristics:
[Right arm missing]
[Body riddled with scars and minor burns from old wounds]
[Generally cloaked]
Personality::
The influences of a home life devoid of both love and understanding, Eishi can barely keep his wits about him when it comes to social interaction and stimuli. Stunted and immature mentally in most fields of known intelligence beyond Intrapersonal, brought on from neglect and abuse during his early formative years, has led to violent outburst and tendencies despite steps to curb such destructive behaviors from caretakers. His substantial disfigurements have only served to further isolate himself from others of his own age along with the many adults surrounding him, pity in their eyes as they typecasting him to mediocrity as a cripple. He hates that look of pity, and he hates when it is directed at him even more. He forces himself to abstain from such weak thoughts, believing that he would find a way to his own way in this life or die to get there and let that be the end of it. His personal pride wouldn't let himself live off anyone as a leech. Eishi is aware enough to recognize that his negative attitude is a front to keep himself isolated, but is perceptive enough to know nothing will change while he is saddled with this perpetual feeling of pent-up frustration and rage that chains his convictions to such a stubborn degree. Because his freedom had been taken from him early in life, the freedom that he has come to appreciate in the last year has grown to become his own personal dogma worth fighting to the death for.
Despite all of his misfortunes and misgivings, he is still a child who dreams of one day being free and happy. It is in these first couple years after the 'accident' that will truly shape him as he discovers his own mantras through life.
General Description:
Years of malnourishment led to a dangerously unhealthy weight that has been slow to rise back to an acceptable level for his above average frame. He is still currently underweight by a good bit but has filled out much more evenly as the last year has gone by. Eishi's body is covered with numerous scars and minor burns from repeated wounds and broken bones that have healed over. His face is gaunt with an ever-present hollow look in his raven black eyes. It is only when he his under some duress that his eyes come to life and turn incredible fierce and ridged. His nose is slightly crooked to his left from repeated fractures and repairs healing it incorrectly. He is missing his right arm from just below the shoulder, not even a stub left to move around in hopes of a prosthetic limb.
He generally wears clothes that cover his form up to or around his neck. He feels both uncomfortable with his past being on such display along with social stigma it would bring him. the fear of being stared at like a freak before the pity settles into their eyes .
History:
“I can’t recall the first time, or rather I don’t remember which one it was. I remember most of them, but none that stand out to me as the beginning”.
I sighed inwardly as I began what I could only imagine was going to be a rather long conversation that was going to lead down a path I really didn’t want to revisit. I reflected on some of those memories for a moment before I could flush them out of my head, focusing back in on the woman in front of me as she spoke for the second time.
“Now Eishi, I know this can be a difficult subject to talk about, but it is important that we understand what happened and why”.
This was the first time she had used my name and it startled me enough to look up from my sneakers unconsciously, only to find myself staring at this woman for a couple moments before receding my eyes back down to the floor, letting the silence sit between us for a good ten more seconds as I thought over my answer to her original question. In that momentary hesitation, as I began to ponder what I would say, I was able to digest the appearance of my interviewer. She had turned out to be a rather portly woman who named herself Mio Something-or-another when she seemingly materialized into the room while I wasn't looking. I don't recall hearing the door open and seemingly ahead of my own senses, she was in the seat across from me. Mio had a round face with a button nose and glasses that I could swear seemed to make her eyes twice as large as they should be. Along with a stupid looking bob-cut hairstyle to top it all off, it somehow all came together to give her a rather alien feeling of approachability and kindness that I wasn’t expecting. She was wearing a suit tailored to her size, as big as it was, but I couldn’t tell what style of the suit was or even what it was made out of, but the materials seemed to scream money and that's all I needed to know for her to lose some of my good opinion. I brushed my wandering thoughts aside as I refocused once more to the conversation and slowly drew out another breath as I continued on.
“I don’t know… the earliest I think I recall was when I was three or four. Back then they were careful not to leave marks.”
Somehow I was able to get it out without much stutter, never looking up to meet her gaze as I continued to pretend my shoes were the most interesting things in the world. She seemed to be aware of my struggle as I saw her shift in her seat, or rather I heard the scratching on the ground as her chair moved slightly along with the rustling of her clothes as she shifted around. After it became clear I wasn’t planning on elaborating anymore she continued on with the interview.
“Who was the one who hurt you the most of your two… 'parents'?”
I flinched at the question, not because I wasn’t expecting it, but because the way she had said parents made it clear that her opinion of them was likely to be inclined with my own. Though now that I was out of that household and recently had the time to look back in objectively, it should have been fairly obvious how horrible it was compared to what others dealt with growing up. I felt a small sense of pride in the fact that I survived, and more than a little bit unresolved hatred at my captures. I was at least sure that many people were not going to mourn the loss of those two monsters.
“Mostly the man, my… ‘Mother’ was… Weak?”, I spouted that sentence out with a great amount of effort as the anger and bitterness was apparent in my voice before I was able to continue, “ He would get drunk, and most likely high on Euphorium or something else before filling into a rage. He would find me after that happened and tell me I was doing something wrong. It would continue until he grew bored or I stopped responding. After the first dozen, I no longer made noise in hopes that he would get bored faster, but it only seemed to enrage him more as he claimed that I wasn’t learning anything.”
Mio was frozen as I recalled my tale, she asked some more general questions as it pertained to my past. After the fourth question, I was able to calm myself into a trance as I distanced myself from the words I was recounting my past. The interview began to blur into a jumble as I went through the steps, an itch crept through me to bring my mind back to reality, but I made no motion to scratch it, I knew it was just a phantom pain.
The itch did accomplish making me think back to about three days earlier when he had first woken up. The pain was heavy, but so were the medicine they had pumped into me. I could still feel the drugs in my system making the constant pain I was feeling dull and distant, but I disliked the numbness and tingling as my feeling and the subsequential pain slowly returned. Enough, stop paying attention to it I thought to myself as I calmed my mind once more.
I had just finished the twentieth question or so before the big question finally came.
“Eishi, when we found you, you were outside of your home, your body riddled with first and second-degree burns and your arm missing and was essentially cauterized by the fire. We were able to help others, but overall you were the least burned of any of the other survivors. None of them know what caused the fire, do you happen to know?”
Eishi stiffened, recalling the vivid memory of his last night in his own living hell. It had been like so many other nights, he had come home from two days spent as far away from the place as he could manage, having not bothered to come back the day before, sleeping outside thanks to the weather still being warm and dry. Eishi suspected that he was going to get beaten for doing so, but it was better than spending a night where he was just as likely to be beaten as he was to be forced to do chores for the two things inside. Once he had steeled himself for whatever came, he had gone up to the tiny apartment, knowing full well that despite it being eleven in the morning, both of the creatures would be right inside, watching TV, fucking, or getting high. None of them were appealing, but at least with the first two they would be distracted and situated. They might not even notice his presence if he was lucky. That hope was quickly dashed as he entered the apartment through the front door to be met by a large man in a rather fancy business suit. Eishi was going to scurry off before any problem occurred as he suspected this man was some drug dealer or some shady loan shark type. His fears ended up being true as ‘the man’ came running around the corner, eyes beginning to bulge in frustration, but somehow restraining himself as he made a quick glance towards the well-dressed man and smiled at him in what I could only describe as maybe the slimiest of grins.
“This is the one. Young, willing to work, and obedient just like you wanted”, 'The man’ nearly screamed in excitement as he rubbed his two hands together, “Now about our deal?...”.
The well dressed put his hand up towards ‘the man’ signaling him to shut up as he walked over to me and gave me the once-over, lifting my arms up over my head holding my arms in place with one hand before turning me towards him and lifting my shirt to examining the scars on my body,
“This child isn’t very well maintained… well, that can be fixed.” The well-dressed man seemingly said to himself before turning around back towards ‘the man’ of the house. “He’ll do, but not at the original price offered. He’s damaged and it’ll take a minute to fill him out to be useful to us”.
‘The man’ seemed to sputter at his words, but seemingly held himself back, probably realizing the well-dressed man in front of him was someone not to be fucked with. He quieted down what he was going to say and thought for half a moment before coming to some decision. This may have been the smartest thing this 'man' had ever done in his life from my point of view. I don’t know what the decision was at that point as I was already gone. I was on the other side of the apartment by the time they came to some collusion, knowing full well if I went with that man, it was likely to be a fate even worse than what I had to deal with in this home. I passed my mother, too high and drugged out of her mind to even notice the other living beings around her. I had no hope of going to her for help, so I did the only thing I knew how to do well and I ran. Before I could think my plan through all the way I was already running towards the master bedroom. I had been here long enough to know of a few hidey holes around the apartment building and one, in particular, was the air vent located near the bottom of their closet which connected to the other rooms in the building. It wasn’t very big, but I knew from experience that I could barely still fit into it enough to at least escape into the maintenance room where most of the buildings water, plumbing, and other such services. In recent years it had been converted into a Euphorium den, no one in the building unaware of what had been going down underneath their feet, and from what Eishi had seen, everyone seemed to profit even just slightly for allowing it to stay undisturbed.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it, I don’t want to think about what happened next, but I couldn’t stop myself from remembering. I recalled as I exited the vent, I could hear above me that they had just realized what I had done and where I was. I could already hear them running out the door and down the stairs by the time the deed had already been set into motion. I quickly moved back up the vent to avoid what came next as I heard them open the door to the basement. I was halfway back up the vent when the explosion deafened me and I blacked out.
It wasn’t until a few days later when I came to that I found out the extent of the damage. The apartment building was gone, burned to the ground from a chemical explosion that rocked the foundation and tumbled the building in on itself. I had been able to avoid most of the damage with the vent covering me from four sides, saving me from the explosion, but propelling myself almost like a bullet in a chamber. The damage to the apartment was catastrophic. Of the one hundred or so people who had lived there, ninety-two had died. I felt guilty for a time, but it soon was replaced with the joy of finally being free. I could feel the guilt of those people who died from either being crushed, burning to death or suffocating as the fire surrounded them with no real hope of survival as the building continued to burn and yet all I could feel in that moment was a sense of joy. Not at their deaths, I honestly didn’t care about them all that much when I reflected upon it once I had time to process it. I did the only thing I could to keep myself sane and just rationalized it as a struggle in order for me to survive and live on. The deaths of two particular demons gave me an immense sense of joy and liberation, something I had only dreamed of happened, yet why did it feel to be a pyrrhic victory?
I came back to the interview as I reflected on that night once more in my head. It had only been about fifteen seconds since she asked the question, but it felt so much longer in my head as I replayed those memories over and over again. I finally brought myself to speak, but I knew I didn’t need any more trouble in my life. I could tell her the truth, tell her what happened in all its honesty, but where does that lead? I may be young, but I don’t doubt they will hold me somewhere for the death of nearly one hundred people. I had just gained my freedom with the death of those two monsters, I wasn’t about to lose it again to bureaucracy and to ease the pain of the family members of the deceased by giving them someone to blame.
“I don’t know. I remember sleeping and suddenly I heard a loud explosion and then… Nothing. I remember waking up in the hospital bed, my right arm itchy and a dull ache in my shoulder.”
There were a few more formative questions to go through, but in the end, they simply let me go. I was soon picked up by the local orphanage, but it became apparent pretty quickly, that my appearance set me apart from others. Good, I don’t need them is what I lied to myself with as my days of pain and abuse began to fill with days of apathy and neglect.
Just keep going on Eishi, someday you’ll be happy. I said in mantra to myself as I slowly drifted into what I could only pray was a dreamless sleep.
Gender: Male
Stats:
[150cm]
[26.9kg (~28.5kg estimate)]
[Black Hair]
[Black Eyes]
Notable Characteristics:
[Right arm missing]
[Body riddled with scars and minor burns from old wounds]
[Generally cloaked]
Personality::
The influences of a home life devoid of both love and understanding, Eishi can barely keep his wits about him when it comes to social interaction and stimuli. Stunted and immature mentally in most fields of known intelligence beyond Intrapersonal, brought on from neglect and abuse during his early formative years, has led to violent outburst and tendencies despite steps to curb such destructive behaviors from caretakers. His substantial disfigurements have only served to further isolate himself from others of his own age along with the many adults surrounding him, pity in their eyes as they typecasting him to mediocrity as a cripple. He hates that look of pity, and he hates when it is directed at him even more. He forces himself to abstain from such weak thoughts, believing that he would find a way to his own way in this life or die to get there and let that be the end of it. His personal pride wouldn't let himself live off anyone as a leech. Eishi is aware enough to recognize that his negative attitude is a front to keep himself isolated, but is perceptive enough to know nothing will change while he is saddled with this perpetual feeling of pent-up frustration and rage that chains his convictions to such a stubborn degree. Because his freedom had been taken from him early in life, the freedom that he has come to appreciate in the last year has grown to become his own personal dogma worth fighting to the death for.
Despite all of his misfortunes and misgivings, he is still a child who dreams of one day being free and happy. It is in these first couple years after the 'accident' that will truly shape him as he discovers his own mantras through life.
General Description:
Years of malnourishment led to a dangerously unhealthy weight that has been slow to rise back to an acceptable level for his above average frame. He is still currently underweight by a good bit but has filled out much more evenly as the last year has gone by. Eishi's body is covered with numerous scars and minor burns from repeated wounds and broken bones that have healed over. His face is gaunt with an ever-present hollow look in his raven black eyes. It is only when he his under some duress that his eyes come to life and turn incredible fierce and ridged. His nose is slightly crooked to his left from repeated fractures and repairs healing it incorrectly. He is missing his right arm from just below the shoulder, not even a stub left to move around in hopes of a prosthetic limb.
He generally wears clothes that cover his form up to or around his neck. He feels both uncomfortable with his past being on such display along with social stigma it would bring him. the fear of being stared at like a freak before the pity settles into their eyes .
History:
“I can’t recall the first time, or rather I don’t remember which one it was. I remember most of them, but none that stand out to me as the beginning”.
I sighed inwardly as I began what I could only imagine was going to be a rather long conversation that was going to lead down a path I really didn’t want to revisit. I reflected on some of those memories for a moment before I could flush them out of my head, focusing back in on the woman in front of me as she spoke for the second time.
“Now Eishi, I know this can be a difficult subject to talk about, but it is important that we understand what happened and why”.
This was the first time she had used my name and it startled me enough to look up from my sneakers unconsciously, only to find myself staring at this woman for a couple moments before receding my eyes back down to the floor, letting the silence sit between us for a good ten more seconds as I thought over my answer to her original question. In that momentary hesitation, as I began to ponder what I would say, I was able to digest the appearance of my interviewer. She had turned out to be a rather portly woman who named herself Mio Something-or-another when she seemingly materialized into the room while I wasn't looking. I don't recall hearing the door open and seemingly ahead of my own senses, she was in the seat across from me. Mio had a round face with a button nose and glasses that I could swear seemed to make her eyes twice as large as they should be. Along with a stupid looking bob-cut hairstyle to top it all off, it somehow all came together to give her a rather alien feeling of approachability and kindness that I wasn’t expecting. She was wearing a suit tailored to her size, as big as it was, but I couldn’t tell what style of the suit was or even what it was made out of, but the materials seemed to scream money and that's all I needed to know for her to lose some of my good opinion. I brushed my wandering thoughts aside as I refocused once more to the conversation and slowly drew out another breath as I continued on.
“I don’t know… the earliest I think I recall was when I was three or four. Back then they were careful not to leave marks.”
Somehow I was able to get it out without much stutter, never looking up to meet her gaze as I continued to pretend my shoes were the most interesting things in the world. She seemed to be aware of my struggle as I saw her shift in her seat, or rather I heard the scratching on the ground as her chair moved slightly along with the rustling of her clothes as she shifted around. After it became clear I wasn’t planning on elaborating anymore she continued on with the interview.
“Who was the one who hurt you the most of your two… 'parents'?”
I flinched at the question, not because I wasn’t expecting it, but because the way she had said parents made it clear that her opinion of them was likely to be inclined with my own. Though now that I was out of that household and recently had the time to look back in objectively, it should have been fairly obvious how horrible it was compared to what others dealt with growing up. I felt a small sense of pride in the fact that I survived, and more than a little bit unresolved hatred at my captures. I was at least sure that many people were not going to mourn the loss of those two monsters.
“Mostly the man, my… ‘Mother’ was… Weak?”, I spouted that sentence out with a great amount of effort as the anger and bitterness was apparent in my voice before I was able to continue, “ He would get drunk, and most likely high on Euphorium or something else before filling into a rage. He would find me after that happened and tell me I was doing something wrong. It would continue until he grew bored or I stopped responding. After the first dozen, I no longer made noise in hopes that he would get bored faster, but it only seemed to enrage him more as he claimed that I wasn’t learning anything.”
Mio was frozen as I recalled my tale, she asked some more general questions as it pertained to my past. After the fourth question, I was able to calm myself into a trance as I distanced myself from the words I was recounting my past. The interview began to blur into a jumble as I went through the steps, an itch crept through me to bring my mind back to reality, but I made no motion to scratch it, I knew it was just a phantom pain.
The itch did accomplish making me think back to about three days earlier when he had first woken up. The pain was heavy, but so were the medicine they had pumped into me. I could still feel the drugs in my system making the constant pain I was feeling dull and distant, but I disliked the numbness and tingling as my feeling and the subsequential pain slowly returned. Enough, stop paying attention to it I thought to myself as I calmed my mind once more.
I had just finished the twentieth question or so before the big question finally came.
“Eishi, when we found you, you were outside of your home, your body riddled with first and second-degree burns and your arm missing and was essentially cauterized by the fire. We were able to help others, but overall you were the least burned of any of the other survivors. None of them know what caused the fire, do you happen to know?”
Eishi stiffened, recalling the vivid memory of his last night in his own living hell. It had been like so many other nights, he had come home from two days spent as far away from the place as he could manage, having not bothered to come back the day before, sleeping outside thanks to the weather still being warm and dry. Eishi suspected that he was going to get beaten for doing so, but it was better than spending a night where he was just as likely to be beaten as he was to be forced to do chores for the two things inside. Once he had steeled himself for whatever came, he had gone up to the tiny apartment, knowing full well that despite it being eleven in the morning, both of the creatures would be right inside, watching TV, fucking, or getting high. None of them were appealing, but at least with the first two they would be distracted and situated. They might not even notice his presence if he was lucky. That hope was quickly dashed as he entered the apartment through the front door to be met by a large man in a rather fancy business suit. Eishi was going to scurry off before any problem occurred as he suspected this man was some drug dealer or some shady loan shark type. His fears ended up being true as ‘the man’ came running around the corner, eyes beginning to bulge in frustration, but somehow restraining himself as he made a quick glance towards the well-dressed man and smiled at him in what I could only describe as maybe the slimiest of grins.
“This is the one. Young, willing to work, and obedient just like you wanted”, 'The man’ nearly screamed in excitement as he rubbed his two hands together, “Now about our deal?...”.
The well dressed put his hand up towards ‘the man’ signaling him to shut up as he walked over to me and gave me the once-over, lifting my arms up over my head holding my arms in place with one hand before turning me towards him and lifting my shirt to examining the scars on my body,
“This child isn’t very well maintained… well, that can be fixed.” The well-dressed man seemingly said to himself before turning around back towards ‘the man’ of the house. “He’ll do, but not at the original price offered. He’s damaged and it’ll take a minute to fill him out to be useful to us”.
‘The man’ seemed to sputter at his words, but seemingly held himself back, probably realizing the well-dressed man in front of him was someone not to be fucked with. He quieted down what he was going to say and thought for half a moment before coming to some decision. This may have been the smartest thing this 'man' had ever done in his life from my point of view. I don’t know what the decision was at that point as I was already gone. I was on the other side of the apartment by the time they came to some collusion, knowing full well if I went with that man, it was likely to be a fate even worse than what I had to deal with in this home. I passed my mother, too high and drugged out of her mind to even notice the other living beings around her. I had no hope of going to her for help, so I did the only thing I knew how to do well and I ran. Before I could think my plan through all the way I was already running towards the master bedroom. I had been here long enough to know of a few hidey holes around the apartment building and one, in particular, was the air vent located near the bottom of their closet which connected to the other rooms in the building. It wasn’t very big, but I knew from experience that I could barely still fit into it enough to at least escape into the maintenance room where most of the buildings water, plumbing, and other such services. In recent years it had been converted into a Euphorium den, no one in the building unaware of what had been going down underneath their feet, and from what Eishi had seen, everyone seemed to profit even just slightly for allowing it to stay undisturbed.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it, I don’t want to think about what happened next, but I couldn’t stop myself from remembering. I recalled as I exited the vent, I could hear above me that they had just realized what I had done and where I was. I could already hear them running out the door and down the stairs by the time the deed had already been set into motion. I quickly moved back up the vent to avoid what came next as I heard them open the door to the basement. I was halfway back up the vent when the explosion deafened me and I blacked out.
It wasn’t until a few days later when I came to that I found out the extent of the damage. The apartment building was gone, burned to the ground from a chemical explosion that rocked the foundation and tumbled the building in on itself. I had been able to avoid most of the damage with the vent covering me from four sides, saving me from the explosion, but propelling myself almost like a bullet in a chamber. The damage to the apartment was catastrophic. Of the one hundred or so people who had lived there, ninety-two had died. I felt guilty for a time, but it soon was replaced with the joy of finally being free. I could feel the guilt of those people who died from either being crushed, burning to death or suffocating as the fire surrounded them with no real hope of survival as the building continued to burn and yet all I could feel in that moment was a sense of joy. Not at their deaths, I honestly didn’t care about them all that much when I reflected upon it once I had time to process it. I did the only thing I could to keep myself sane and just rationalized it as a struggle in order for me to survive and live on. The deaths of two particular demons gave me an immense sense of joy and liberation, something I had only dreamed of happened, yet why did it feel to be a pyrrhic victory?
I came back to the interview as I reflected on that night once more in my head. It had only been about fifteen seconds since she asked the question, but it felt so much longer in my head as I replayed those memories over and over again. I finally brought myself to speak, but I knew I didn’t need any more trouble in my life. I could tell her the truth, tell her what happened in all its honesty, but where does that lead? I may be young, but I don’t doubt they will hold me somewhere for the death of nearly one hundred people. I had just gained my freedom with the death of those two monsters, I wasn’t about to lose it again to bureaucracy and to ease the pain of the family members of the deceased by giving them someone to blame.
“I don’t know. I remember sleeping and suddenly I heard a loud explosion and then… Nothing. I remember waking up in the hospital bed, my right arm itchy and a dull ache in my shoulder.”
There were a few more formative questions to go through, but in the end, they simply let me go. I was soon picked up by the local orphanage, but it became apparent pretty quickly, that my appearance set me apart from others. Good, I don’t need them is what I lied to myself with as my days of pain and abuse began to fill with days of apathy and neglect.
Just keep going on Eishi, someday you’ll be happy. I said in mantra to myself as I slowly drifted into what I could only pray was a dreamless sleep.
