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Isaac W. Rodownski
Played By: Sir Exal

Isaac W. Rodownski by Sir Exal

TEAM: Sentinels



Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 8 wins!

Fight Record
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 1
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 4
Marjus Vocye - Loss 5-11
Project Katoblepas - Loss 7-9
Painkiller - Win 10-9
Watcher and Grey Rose - Win 9-5
The Philosophical Ninja - Win 9-5
Weeping Lily - Win 10-5
Smolak - Win 9-7
Discriminals Begin - Loss 6-7
The Magnificent Teleotype - Win 7-3
Mercury - Win 7-4
Arick Huebris: Aftermath - Win 7-3
Crow is of Death, Crow is of Doom - Loss 7-10

One thing I learned studying the art world is that everyone has a gimmick. Every artist out there seems to feel the need to differentiate themselves from every other artist with some overlying premise, or, if they don't have the creativity for that, some cheap trick that will get them known. Every artist thinks if they make themselves look unique, the vacant public will flock to their work, because it is 'different.'

Yeah, your painting is different all right. Just like every other piece.

It doesn't change in the real world. Not one bit. Everyone has their gimmick, that one thing they can stand on to say, "I'm not just another worker, I'm not just another fucking soldier. I'm different!" Bianca's a 'lie,' Josef's got his connections, Sapphire has her randomness. The Pecavii are even worse. You'd be hard pressed to find one that doesn't have some clever pointless thread behind him.

But I don't. I am just another soldier, just like my parents were before me. I don't have any secret obsessions or underlying identity or forgone tribulations. I'm just a soldier who will fight to the death for what I believe in for a leader that hardly cares. That's all I can do.

I'm only human.


Personality: The Peccavii wanted the Second Night of the Raven to change everyone's views, everyone's ideas. They wanted it to challenge the things people held dear, to scare any faith in the Democratic Union out of the populace. And people like me were the choicest targets. I was determined, I was stubborn in my ways and thoughts, I violently stood up for my beliefs and was a valiant supporter of the Union. I was the highest up, and they were determined to show me I had the longest to fall.

But I didn't. I didn't fall. Don't get me wrong. They affected me. I was tough in front of Josef and Marjus and the rest of them...but I was...scared. No matter what I said, that was the first, and really, only reason the others didn't see me for as long as they did.

It was an old book, a fiction piece starring one of my childhood heroes that reminded me of who I was, told me to stop running. I feared the fight for what it might do to me. But now I know...it isn't about what it'll do to me. It isn't even about their goals. It's about what they've taken from me, and it's about fighting, period. Which means they didn't vhange anything.

I still support the Union, I'm just as violent, just as stubborn and I'm still just as determined. Killing my ex-lover and best friend in front of me didn't stop me.

I ask them now...what will?




Standard Normal human strength.Agility:


Weak BELOW normal human agility.
Slow and uncoordinated.


Superior Hardy.
Takes punishment like a heavyweight fighter or wrester.


Standard Normal human mental resources.


  • Power: Flight
  • Level:Standard
I had barely gotten my diploma when I left Takahashi. I said my goodbyes to Josef and anyone else I thought was worth bidding farewell to, grabbed all the cash I had and caught the first thing resembling transportation away from that place. Even traveled from place to place for a while, living the life bohemian for a while. Anyone watching--and there was someone watching, I could always see the same pair of eyes out there--would think I was running from something.

I was. Running from Takahashi and all I knew within. I knew I couldn't hide from my past, but I could try to run.


  • Power: Blending
  • Level:Superior
  • Kit Power Link: Avatar
It's easy to disappear in this world if you want to. Annoyingly easy, in fact. All I had to do was find a quiet apartment on a very unassuming planet, get an ordinary desk job and slowly assimilate into the working class. I cut my hair short too, but I was going to do that anyway. And it worked. The feeling that I was always being watched vanished. I stopped glimpsing Ki's face in every crowd that approached me. I suppose Grishum just decided he had better things to do than monitor a wage slave.

I got updates from some of my friends closer to what little action there was, sure. But I kept out. I was just a normal worker.


While I was attending to some business at a local coffeeshop via their Syscom hookup, a Feline approached me. I recognized her vaguely from my job, in the way a popular student recognizes the head of the Tarot club. When she didn't leave after a time, I looked up and asked, "Can I...help you?"

She looked relived I had finally acknowledged her existence and said, "Hi. You're Isaac, right?" Her voice was nervous and a tiny bit desperate but friendly. When I grunted a positive, she calmed down and smiled. "Well, hi. I work with you, and you know, I've noticed something...you know, some of my friends and I can't help shaking the feeling you don't like us."

"I don't."

"You know, it's probably just our imagin--" she stopped and slowly processed what she had just heard. "You--don't like us? Why not?"

I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. "Never liked you people. No big deal."

"Oh...did one of us offend you or something?"

"What? No, no. I mean..." I thought for a second. "You guys aren't human. I don't like you. That's all."

Her face crunched in thought, a tough feat for a Feline. "Well...whatever a Zeroan or..." she paused, as if scared saying the word 'Abomination' would make her tongue burst into flames. "...one of us did to you in the past, you shouldn't let it--"

I interrupted with a sigh. "You don't get it. It's not some psychological thing, it's not due to some deep-seated trauma, I'm just not comfortable around Zeroans or Abominations. And," I added, turning back to my work and latte, "I don't have to talk about this anymore."

The Feline's ears flattened and she bared her teeth in a mix of confusion and anger. "No, you, you just can't be...can't just be so...racist!" she said, hissing out the last word.

"...Are you done?" I disliked the word 'racist', and the Feline's insistence on distracting me was greatly getting on my nerves.

"You're not one of those HAAR bastards, are you?" The Feline gasped. It was almost an accusation.

Comparing me to the terrorists in the Humans Against Abomination Rights...was this girl trying to piss me off? "It isn't like that, you--" I took a breath. "I think you should have the same rights as everyone else, but you're just not human," I almost growled.

The Feline sneered. "'You can exist, just keep away from me,' is that it? You can't honestly think like that!"

I sighed in anger. "Yes, I can."

"No, you can't!"

"Yes, I can."

"No, you c--" I swung my first towards the side of her face. She saw the blow coming and flinched backwards, closing her eyes tightly. I stopped before I touched her. When I was younger, I would have punched her out then and there, but...not now. I cracked my knuckles and shook my hand.

I forcefully pushed past the Feline to leave. Not expecting the push, she staggered, then fell on her ass on the ground. "Bitch," I muttered, more at the whole situation then the Feline herself. I strode out of the shop.


Even without pushy Felines, my life then...was still far from peaceful. Because I knew. I knew what was going on. And...

My ears always perked up when a track of Josef or his wife's music played. The news reports of the occasional disasters caught my attention, and I always knew when it was Peccavii doings, and I would recognize the hallmarks of one of Bianca's actions. I even would find the Peccavii events buried in the news in brief sections. I'd glimpse familiar eyes watching me in crowds; I knew when they were keeping tabs on me. I even glimpsed Mubwin once while on vacation.

It wasn't choice; it was barely even conscious. It was an attraction. The life I had would not leave me alone.

Which is why I wasn't surprised when I got the transmission that I was needed...and even less surprised when Ki and Sven showed up.

Temptation, Frustration

It was when I was about to leave, cleaning out my desk after-hours at the office. The office lighting was dim and I didn't hear them approach (Sven always did have that talent) but I still looked up to see Ki and Sven come out of the darkness. Ki had longer hair, a lot more tattoos and was a bit more muscular, but I could never not recognize him. My hands tightened into fists the instant I saw him. Sven...Unfortunately, he was just as cute as ever, even if he was a tool. Ki wore a sadistic grin, and Sven's expression showed he was uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"Going somewhere, Whitey?" asked Ki. I always hated that pet name.

Ki expression then changed to one of anger and...almost pity. "You can't want this. Any of this," Ki growled, gesturing around him. My brain yelled at me to kill him, but I held back. I'd let him speak his piece.

"You're an artist, dude. This...You're holding yourself back. No painting, no passion...just a Pharaoh-damned office job." Ki took a step toward me. My muscles clenched even tighter. "And Seryph and Lenneth's little rebellion...they'll do nothing but hold you back further." Ki's voice was almost kind by now. "Come with me, Isaac. You'll get nothing with those guys. With us, you'll get the best kind of release. And me." Ki became the quietest I had ever seen him. "You haven't dated since you left me, Isaac. I know. You don't have to hold yourself back around us."

So that's why he brought Sven, especially without Mubwin. To tempt me. But I wasn't tempted; not at all. For a second--just a second--I saw the Ki I loved, but he vanished a quickly as he had came. I paused, only to let Ki think he had won. And the second I saw the tiniest smug smirk on his face, I spoke.

Not Holding Back

"You honestly think that?" I asked. "Blackheart, I'm not holding back anything. "

"Oh, Whitey--"

"Shut up." The smile disappeared from Ki's face. It felt good to finally say that to him. "As I was saying, I'm not holding back. I'm just waiting. And I can wait a little longer." Before Ki even opened his mouth to speak again, I crossed the room in three strides. I jabbed an elbow into Sven's stomach, and the hulking Lizard fell to his knees; without pausing, I slammed my fist into Ki's right cheek. I followed this up with a left hook almost immediately, and when he managed to look up, I punched him in the center of the face. Blood leaked from his nose. Forming my hands into a hammer, I struck him over the head, sending the bastard to the ground.

I could almost feel wind through my hair. Blood spurted out of Ki's nose as he tried to pick himself off the ground. I sneered. "And I've been waiting a long time for this," I said.

I felt two scaly arms wrap around me and pick me off the ground. Damn that Lizard's fast recovery. Sven's arms held strong against my struggles to free myself, and I knew he could crush my ribs just by squeezing with a bit of his strength.

Ki struggled to lift himself off the floor. He didn't even pause. "Throw him out the fucking window!" he screamed, his blood staining his long hair. Sven quickly complied.


One thing I have to give Sven; he threw me so hard I barely even felt the window before I was through it. I did feel the flying glass cut my skin all over as I seemed to hover in air for a second. I fell the four stories to the ground in an instant, landing only partially on some luckily placed cardboard boxes.

It was a small miracle that I wasn't knocked unconscious by landing on the ground, and a slightly larger miracle that, ignoring the throbbing pain coursing through...everywhere, I checked my limbs and found that none felt broken. I was also thankful my hair was short; less for the blood to get into.

I spent 20 minutes attempting to stagger to my feet, then another ten leaning against the wall before staggering down the alley, enjoying the fact that egomaniac Ki didn't come down to make sure I was dead or critically injured. I wasn't about to die before I stopped them, or at least kicked the shit out of Ki. Using the wall for support, I pulled myself out of the alley and towards what was next.