Player: ZombieBoots

Character Name: Isaac "Dart" Quartz

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Species: Dragon

Height & Weight: 5'7, 160 lb

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description:
Isaac Quartz is from all appearance an ordinary Dragon, about 5'7 with a build which can certainly be described as 'slender' but scrawny may be more suitable. His scales are of a sandy tan colour which are slightly whiter on his belly. Two boney ridges begin just above his eyes which stretch the length of his crown and protrude into two large horns which sweep backwards, accenting his long snout nicely. Below the base of his horns two "fins" stick out giving him the appearance of having some-what mammal-like ears. The fins sweep back or stick out depending on his moods but for the most part remain mostly flat against his head.

The forearms of Isaac's wings support two large three fingers claws which are actually strong enough to clumsily grasp objects, or even throw a punch but they lack any sort of refined manipulation. His wings in general take on an almost limp appearance, and in fact can not support flight- but perhaps help in balance and jumping. Depending on his mood- or even time of day one can actually hear him "ticking" in the same rhythmic pattern as a heart. Pure white steam occasionally roiling out from his nostrils, or mouth when opened betraying is mechanical nature.

Isaac Quartz's outsides may be organic however a large portion of his "insides" muscles, bones, Organs are either replaces or mingled together in a mismatch of mechanical parts that may be considered barbaric even in comparison to what most Outer-Class can scrounge up. Small fluid/air tubes, gear, and other "Clock-parts," It could be said that it is more of marvel that things work at all in such a confined space let alone keep him alive.

Background:
"It's just some parts and gear, like the big guys will even notice." Thus entitling this Fence under the indirect employment of an Underboss a premature termination-of-service in a most brutal and bloody fashion. Left for dead in one of abandon tunnels near the edge of mapped undercity, he gurgled profanities, cursing his lot in life, as his world went dark... He was 19 at the time.

The rhythmic ticking was what woke him next, the sound of a clack and a rattle inside. It didn't take much to figure out what happened. Isaac now woke in lower city in a workshop of sorts with most of it's tools and equipment stripped out of it. The place was a mess and looked as if someone left in a hurry, not caring to clean up to bloody mess after the surgery. With not so much of a scrap of what had happened Isaac cautiously made his way through the workshop slash butchershop and has worked very hard to forget the curve of the knifes and sheen on other unnameable stained deceives that remained scatter on the floor.

Taking advantage of his new lease on life Isaac quickly moved to looted any of his stashes he had that had not be discovered or stole and fled to the Mid-City before anyone found out that rumours of his demise were now in fact exaggerated. He now mournfully refers to the Undercity as "Six-feet-under," because he believes if anyone were to recognize him down there, that is what will happen next.

Five years since; Mid-city has been comparatively the land of opportunity for those that keep their heads down and stay out of trouble. Isaac found his specialty of being able to repair mechanisms of the smaller-to-fine variety to be an invaluable asset up here in the "open-air." A trait he had picked up as a fence when people would often pawn off broken or near breaking goods. This ability has proven more useful in recently years as his mechanical body seems to be breaking down and is in constant need of replacement parts. All the little broken gears and things he retrieves from his "customers" seem to be just what he needs.

Personality:
Nervous, irritable, and fidgety seem to sum up with lowly character quite nicely. Constantly wringing his hands together for fear of the next piece of sky to fall Isaac tends to dislike any sort of authority and will flee from them with the at most passion. A firm believer in the philosophy that "The only way to get anything out of life is a fair exchange," Isaac is very loyal to those he claims friends in hopes that they return the favour- especially when he may need it.

Isaac usually clothes himself in long thick green overcoat that looks to have once been in the service of a Military officer possibly during the species wars. Any badges or emblems have been carefully torn off. Also wearing white and green fatigue-pants and a jet black belt which also seem to have belonged to the officer ensemble. He normally wears simple tool belts and punches on his torso claiming that his coat keeps him warm enough, and that his tools are handy as you never know when you need to tinker with something- or something sharp to stab assailants with.

One final defining trait of Isaac is that he loves to make analogies or at least that is how he sees it. The casually listeners will probably pass it off as his own personally slag. For instance he refers to the sections of the city: Undercity, Mid-City, Toride as "Six-feet under," "Open-Air," and "The Warden's Tower." He also often refers to measures of time as measurements of music- possibly having something to do with the way he is always tapping as if listening to a rhythmic beating only he can hear in his head.

Weapons/Equipment:
Any assortment of tools associated with mechanical devices. Often only in sizes for objects smaller then breadboxes.

Isaac still has some connections and knows the right people to talk to; a decent weapon is never hard to find however the price tag associated with said item may be an impassable obstacle. That said he dislikes drawing attention, and dislikes fighting period. Trouble is suppose to be something that should happen to other people as far as he is concerned. Carrying only a Concealed Tazer and a Ornate Revolver which he does not actually know the history of, but is quick on the spot to make one up should someone ask.