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Name: Isaac (Iza) Sansouci
Age: 29 (entered at 28)
Relationship: Single and ready to flamingle
Birthday: May 21st
Height: 5'4 ft 164.592 cm
Affinities: Autumn|Sun
Compatible: Nature, Fairy*, Air, Ghost*, Gold, Love
Magic Element: Love
Time Period: 1765-1793 A.D
Birth Region: near France
Reign: Astrien Empire (fictional)
Rank: Crown Prince
Flower: Cinnamomum Casia flower (has a spicy cinnamon scent)
Personality

Pros:
+Friendly: He'll strike up a conversation with anyone and is a very extroverted person.
+Charming: when he wants to be, he can be as charming as a snake. Somehow despite being annoying as hell, there’s something generally very likable about him.
+Intelligent: It's not obvious at first due to the fact he acts like a total idiot, but he knows far more than it seems.
-/+ Chaotic neutral: His reason for doing things seems to be 'attention' and 'spite.' It's never clear whos side he's on or if he's on anyone's side to even start with. He may help you at one moment and then stab you in the back the very next moment all because he thought it would be kind of funny to do so.
Con:
- Easy to get along with, difficult to befriend: Many people will find him easy to like and might even have a positive, casual acquaintance with him but getting close and finding out who he really is is another story. He only lets others see what he wants them to and often even when he 'slips' and shows something more real, it's planned.
-Skittish: He’s overly affectionate with people who seem annoyed or generally fed up with his antics which has led to some pretty unhealthy dynamics. He becomes anxious around people who like him and vice versa. If someone shows him genuine care or wants something serious with him, he'll immediately leave or become nasty to them. He likes no strings attached everything.
-Conniving: Things like the law, common decency and morals are really just suggestions he ignores when they don't suit him. If he has some moral code he lives by, he does a good job hiding it.
-Manipulative: Be it emotions, people or situations, he'll use whatever he can to get what he wants. It’s a dog eat dog world and he’s only out for himself.

Strengths:
Agile
Adaptable
smooth talker
Fast
Strategist
Swordsman
marksman

Weaknesses:
Gets sick very easily
Physically weak
Emotionally unstable
Poor eyesight (good thing dragons are large targets)
Can't handle the cold
Anemic
Transport: Executed but brought back by a witch for reasons he doesn’t understand.

Likes: sweets, coffee (lots of cream and sugar), piano music, wine, being warm, sunflowers, sex, technology
Dislikes: cold, blood, being alone, silence, bitter flavors, darkness, clingy people, weak people, being still, dragons?? (it's complicated and he's confused)
Hobbies: Cooking, playing piano, playing violin, fencing, reading, exploring, learning a new skill, seducing people, being annoying, dancing, billiards
Background TLDR:
A struggling country thought getting blue bloods involved would magically fix things and be hot. Instead they got a sickly thot prince and the physical embodiment of disappointment. Trying to prove twinks are hot too, Iza used his blue blood ho abilities to draw dragons to him and then kill them before they wrecked the kingdom. He quickly realized that was a mistake but the people got kinky for dragon murder and were into it. They were less kinky for the monarchy though and ended up rebelling anyway. His family blamed everything on him for being a dirty witchcraft using ho and the people thought yeah, that sounds right so they executed him. He was resurrected centuries later and learned he had been painted as some Vlad the Impaler type of mad prince and one of history's biggest assholes. Now he’s got trust issues.

Full Background
  Astre was a small but powerful country that had fallen on hard times financially due to spreading themselves too thin fighting costly wars. The country was experiencing a food shortage due to multiple bad harvests and over population. Unrest was growing in the small country as enlightenment spread and the commoners became disenchanted with their monarchs and nobility in general as they felt the Sansoucis had done nothing to fix their growing problems. Riots, looting and general violence had become common place as the citizen's displeasure grew. In a desperate attempt to change the countries fortune, it was thought that bringing the Blue Blood Diane Lefebve into the royal family would result in stronger heirs and help Astre prosper.
    Unfortunately, the reality was quite different and Isaac was born with a series of medical issues. He was small, premature, and struggled with breathing issues that made him particularly weak to the cold. He was prone to illnesses such as the flu and pneumonia, both made worse during the cold season. Due to this, he spent much of his childhood bedridden and isolated while the kingdom wondered if their problems were due to the blue bloods themselves. They had integrated into the nobility a few decades before. Wasn't that when things had begun to go wrong? Now they were in the royal family and had 'poisoned' the royal bloodline with their blood to weaken it rather than make it stronger. Had that been the cause all along?
  Growing up amid the unrest, Isaac saw first hand the punishments his family delivered to their subjects and servants. His father was especially cruel, often striking servants for even the most minor inconvenience and made a habit of executing multiple generations of a family for one member’s crime as they tried to quell the growing talk of rebellion through fear.
    Isaac lacked the same cruelty, but the lessons certainly had an impact on the growing child. He was so attention starved, he would cling to anyone who would show him even the smallest bit of interest. At first the servants felt pity, but the child was desperate and greedy to the point of being overbearing and he would quickly turn on anyone he felt had wronged him. Sometimes they didn’t even have to do anything wrong. The child would cuddle up to them or ask for a hug and after a moment of brief skin to skin contact would begin accusing them of lying and hating him.
    He tormented the servants he liked far worse than the others for their ‘crimes’, taking even the smallest lack of interest as a rejection and acting out horribly in turn to be noticed again. When he desperately acted out, he sensed their dislike growing with each touch and eventually the child took to wearing gloves. He avoided contact with anyone whos opinion he cared about, too scared to know their real thoughts, and instead became overly affectionate with servants he already knew hated him. It became common practice for all servants to avoid showing him anything other than the most basic courtesy to avoid drawing his interest at all.
    As the political climate became more tense, his mother used her natural traits as a blue blood to her own cruel ends. She shifted the people's focus to the real threat, the dragons who destroyed their harvests and sometimes attacked their cities. The monarchy would rest at nothing to destroy these 'invaders' and, in order to gain favor with the subjects who had begun to doubt her, Diane used herself as bait. She became a beacon to draw out dragons and other magical creatures who would quickly be killed and used for food for the hungry masses. For a while this plan worked. It provided food to the poor who had begun to struggle under the Sansouci tyranny and also worked to dispel rumors that Diane was a cursed presence.
    When Isaac was ten, however, something went wrong. Somehow, a dragon was able to slip past their defenses and Diane was brutally killed in an attack. Isaac was left traumatized by the sight of his mother's mangled corpse and became both resentful and fearful of the creatures. It was never discovered how exactly the dragon was able to get inside to commit its crime and it was a strange situation Iza never understood. The unanswered questions and murkiness surrounding the situation left him with a constant state of unease.
Following his mother’s death, Iza threw himself into his studies. He truly believed everything he had been told about the evil dragons and wanted to make sure he was prepared to destroy them when his time as king came. He believed the lie that he had been told, that dragons were responsible for their starving people, and if he could just destroy enough of them, he would bring prosperity back to Astre.

He was so devoted to his studies that he paid no mind to the threat to his position that steadily grew by the day. After the queen's death, the king had taken his mistress as the new queen and Iza's younger half brother, Nicholas, began presenting himself as a far better candidate for the throne. Despite being five years younger, he was already bigger, stronger, and more formidable in physical combat.
     As dragons and creatures continued to attack and the hunger grew, Nicholas quietly fed into the rumors and suspicions about the blue bloods. The creatures hadn't begun attacking until they came. Perhaps it was a divine punishment for consorting with witches. If a true ‘pure’ royal took the throne then surely things would be better.
Unaware of his brother's whispers, when Iza was fourteen, he took his mother’s place to be used as bait but took it even further. Rather than staying safe inside the city, he rode out with his knights and took the battle directly to the dragons. He would prove to his people that he could be the king and hero that they needed and would put a stop to the creatures who had preyed on them for so long.
    He was still physically weak, but he had become a skilled marksman and had trained himself to use speed and physics during sword fights to make up for his lack of power. He also made up for what he lacked physically with brilliant strategies as well as his own natural allure as a blue blood. Something about his presence was an even bigger lure than Diane had been and others seemed drawn to him in a strange love/hate relationship. People were disturbed by how charming and alluring they found him and Nicholas' whispers played into their fears. Enchanter. Tempter. Corrupter. Witch.
Iza hunted down the dragon who killed his mother and road out into the battlefield to meet the enemy he had spent years training for. On his first encounter with an actual dragon however, he hesitated. Rather than the terror and disgust he had prepared for when finally facing down with the hated beast, he felt an immediate, disturbing attraction. It scared him in a completely different way, but he couldn't and wouldn't stop. He drove his army on and made the first kill in what would soon become a long and bloody campaign. The eyes of Astre and the surrounding kingdoms were on him and he refused to show any weakness. Hoards of creatures were butchered due to his attack strategies and the prince was commended for his bravery and heroics.

Public opinion warmed in his favor due to his exploits but something else began to take root, a deep unease he couldn’t name. He was doing exactly what he had set out to do and yet it didn’t do anything to soothe his own long held grief. He thought killing dragons and getting his revenge would be a relief, yet every time he found himself facing down with one of the loathsome, long hated dragons, he felt something strange stirring under the hatred and fear. It almost felt like...sadness. He found himself growing obsessed with the creatures, longing for even a chance to catch a glimpse of one and over come with regret and grief with each kill. He convinced himself it was due to his devotion to the cause and the feeling of loss had to do with his mother, not the dragons. Still, the strange attraction to something that had butchered his mother made him feel dirty and confused.

Despite his efforts, the seeds of rebellion had taken root on the home front. The Sansoucis knew at least some power needed to be given up to quiet the people and so a constitutional monarchy had been established in which citizens had more say but still gave the king veto power and the ability to appoint ministers.

Iza's campaign continued but, due to the will of the people with their newfound power, he was forced to declare war on the neighboring countries and spread their anti dragon ideals past their own borders. With each attack, the bloodlust of the people of Astre grew as well as the strange, complicated feelings that had multiplied inside of Iza until the hate turned inward instead.
    Isaac hesitated more, grew sick and disgusted with himself as he began to doubt the legitimacy of his plan and the whispers began all over again. He tried to put a stop to it, to convince his people that the enemy had been defeated. They were no longer in danger and there was no sense wasting more resources. It was time for peace while they focused on rebuilding but the people demanded blood. They depended on the dragons for food and their hatred of the creatures through the decades had become too interwoven into the very fabric of the culture. Talk of anything but total eradication of the serpents was tantamount to treason.
    Isaac began to have nightmares about memories that weren’t his, seeing himself through the eyes of someone else and overcome with terror at the very sight...and about himself drenched in blood that would never wash off until the very scent of it began to make him woozy and ill. Every new hunt felt like a nightmare he couldn’t escape from and rather than an active participant, he felt like a cog in a machine he no longer had control over.

On the home front, the bloodlust and madness had grown until even dragon blood wasn't enough. Insurgents broke into the palace and dragged the royals out into the streets to arrest them before turning on the other nobles. Houses were ransacked and burned as hundreds were slaughtered by the ravenous masses in the following weeks.

Iza returned from the campaign and to his horror found Astre tearing itself apart. He was immediately arrested and imprisoned by his own guards to his utter confusion. During his 'trial' it was revealed that his father, brother, stepmother and even other nobles had 'confessed' that Iza and his mother had used witchcraft to control and manipulate them against their will. He was found guilty and after months of imprisonment, publicly executed.
    He woke up centuries later in an unmarked grave, staring at a person he had never seen before. He didn’t understand what they were saying. Something about finishing what had been started by bringing back one of the worst tyrants in history.
    Still utterly confused by what she was talking about, he was handed a book and read for himself how history remembered him. Isaac Sansoucis, the bloody prince. The Butcher of Astre. The Mad Tyrant. Rather than the hero he had sought to be for his people, he was painted as a demon who bathed in the blood of dragons to try to absorb their strength, who delighted in torturing servants in the most graphic and horrific ways, who ate his meals among a garden of still living, disemboweled enemies so that he could listen to their wails as he drank their blood and was so utterly corrupt, his own people had to put a stop to the madness. He had become the scapegoat for everything that had ever gone wrong in Astre.
Whatever the witch hoped to accomplish with him was unclear. She threw him a gun with a, 'you'll be needing this. I'll find you when the time comes,' and left.
    Iza spent a while wandering the strange new world that had moved on without him and tried to familiarize himself with as much as he could but the floating island in the sky seemed to be calling to him and it was a call he couldn’t resist for long.
misc:

-Despite being an Autumn, he hates cold days. Those are the days he's more likely to snuggle up to someone for warmth however and so his magic tends to be more powerful.
-He has the habit of placing his hand on peoples chests until he gets to know them. This is to try to tell if they're lying or not and judge their feelings. Once he gets to know them in any positive way, he never touches them again.
-He never met another blue blood besides his mother and never really 'met' a dragon.
-He knows very little about bluebloods or dragons. He knows nothing about affinities or even his own magic. Only that sometimes when he touches people, he can tell if they're lying and that dragons seem to really want to kill blues (he doesnt know it's fake news.)
-He has a very thin scar around his neck.
-He wears gloves the majority of the time
-His armor is made from dragon leather
-He hos around but never sleeps beside anyone and doesn't like being kissed.
-When it comes to long distance, he's blind as a bat and his eyes always get tired while reading. He needs bifocals.
-He plays the violin and piano
-He's fascinated by technology
-His original gun was a flintlock pistol. The witch gave him a 9mm glock for some inexplicable reason
-The sight and smell of blood makes him ill
-He still has a lot of nightmares and seems to have some form of PTSD
-Claustrophobic
-Wears his heart on his cheek (aka keeps his true emotions hidden, opposite of heart on your sleeve)
-Hypervigilant (Doesn't like having his back exposed, always watches whos coming and going, constantly looking for threats)

Description

Name: Isaac (Iza) Sansouci
Age: 29 (entered at 28)
Relationship: Single and ready to flamingle
Birthday: May 21st
Height: 5'4 ft 164.592 cm
Affinities: Autumn|Sun
Compatible: Nature, Fairy*, Air, Ghost*, Gold, Love
Magic Element: Love
Time Period: 1765-1793 A.D
Birth Region: near France
Reign: Astrien Empire (fictional)
Rank: Crown Prince
Flower: Cinnamomum Casia flower (has a spicy cinnamon scent)
Personality

Pros:
+Friendly: He'll strike up a conversation with anyone and is a very extroverted person.
+Charming: when he wants to be, he can be as charming as a snake. Somehow despite being annoying as hell, there’s something generally very likable about him.
+Intelligent: It's not obvious at first due to the fact he acts like a total idiot, but he knows far more than it seems.
-/+ Chaotic neutral: His reason for doing things seems to be 'attention' and 'spite.' It's never clear whos side he's on or if he's on anyone's side to even start with. He may help you at one moment and then stab you in the back the very next moment all because he thought it would be kind of funny to do so.
Con:
- Easy to get along with, difficult to befriend: Many people will find him easy to like and might even have a positive, casual acquaintance with him but getting close and finding out who he really is is another story. He only lets others see what he wants them to and often even when he 'slips' and shows something more real, it's planned.
-Skittish: He’s overly affectionate with people who seem annoyed or generally fed up with his antics which has led to some pretty unhealthy dynamics. He becomes anxious around people who like him and vice versa. If someone shows him genuine care or wants something serious with him, he'll immediately leave or become nasty to them. He likes no strings attached everything.
-Conniving: Things like the law, common decency and morals are really just suggestions he ignores when they don't suit him. If he has some moral code he lives by, he does a good job hiding it.
-Manipulative: Be it emotions, people or situations, he'll use whatever he can to get what he wants. It’s a dog eat dog world and he’s only out for himself.

Strengths:
Agile
Adaptable
smooth talker
Fast
Strategist
Swordsman
marksman

Weaknesses:
Gets sick very easily
Physically weak
Emotionally unstable
Poor eyesight (good thing dragons are large targets)
Can't handle the cold
Anemic
Transport: Executed but brought back by a witch for reasons he doesn’t understand.

Likes: sweets, coffee (lots of cream and sugar), piano music, wine, being warm, sunflowers, sex, technology
Dislikes: cold, blood, being alone, silence, bitter flavors, darkness, clingy people, weak people, being still, dragons?? (it's complicated and he's confused)
Hobbies: Cooking, playing piano, playing violin, fencing, reading, exploring, learning a new skill, seducing people, being annoying, dancing, billiards
Background TLDR:
A struggling country thought getting blue bloods involved would magically fix things and be hot. Instead they got a sickly thot prince and the physical embodiment of disappointment. Trying to prove twinks are hot too, Iza used his blue blood ho abilities to draw dragons to him and then kill them before they wrecked the kingdom. He quickly realized that was a mistake but the people got kinky for dragon murder and were into it. They were less kinky for the monarchy though and ended up rebelling anyway. His family blamed everything on him for being a dirty witchcraft using ho and the people thought yeah, that sounds right so they executed him. He was resurrected centuries later and learned he had been painted as some Vlad the Impaler type of mad prince and one of history's biggest assholes. Now he’s got trust issues.

Full Background
  Astre was a small but powerful country that had fallen on hard times financially due to spreading themselves too thin fighting costly wars. The country was experiencing a food shortage due to multiple bad harvests and over population. Unrest was growing in the small country as enlightenment spread and the commoners became disenchanted with their monarchs and nobility in general as they felt the Sansoucis had done nothing to fix their growing problems. Riots, looting and general violence had become common place as the citizen's displeasure grew. In a desperate attempt to change the countries fortune, it was thought that bringing the Blue Blood Diane Lefebve into the royal family would result in stronger heirs and help Astre prosper.
    Unfortunately, the reality was quite different and Isaac was born with a series of medical issues. He was small, premature, and struggled with breathing issues that made him particularly weak to the cold. He was prone to illnesses such as the flu and pneumonia, both made worse during the cold season. Due to this, he spent much of his childhood bedridden and isolated while the kingdom wondered if their problems were due to the blue bloods themselves. They had integrated into the nobility a few decades before. Wasn't that when things had begun to go wrong? Now they were in the royal family and had 'poisoned' the royal bloodline with their blood to weaken it rather than make it stronger. Had that been the cause all along?
  Growing up amid the unrest, Isaac saw first hand the punishments his family delivered to their subjects and servants. His father was especially cruel, often striking servants for even the most minor inconvenience and made a habit of executing multiple generations of a family for one member’s crime as they tried to quell the growing talk of rebellion through fear.
    Isaac lacked the same cruelty, but the lessons certainly had an impact on the growing child. He was so attention starved, he would cling to anyone who would show him even the smallest bit of interest. At first the servants felt pity, but the child was desperate and greedy to the point of being overbearing and he would quickly turn on anyone he felt had wronged him. Sometimes they didn’t even have to do anything wrong. The child would cuddle up to them or ask for a hug and after a moment of brief skin to skin contact would begin accusing them of lying and hating him.
    He tormented the servants he liked far worse than the others for their ‘crimes’, taking even the smallest lack of interest as a rejection and acting out horribly in turn to be noticed again. When he desperately acted out, he sensed their dislike growing with each touch and eventually the child took to wearing gloves. He avoided contact with anyone whos opinion he cared about, too scared to know their real thoughts, and instead became overly affectionate with servants he already knew hated him. It became common practice for all servants to avoid showing him anything other than the most basic courtesy to avoid drawing his interest at all.
    As the political climate became more tense, his mother used her natural traits as a blue blood to her own cruel ends. She shifted the people's focus to the real threat, the dragons who destroyed their harvests and sometimes attacked their cities. The monarchy would rest at nothing to destroy these 'invaders' and, in order to gain favor with the subjects who had begun to doubt her, Diane used herself as bait. She became a beacon to draw out dragons and other magical creatures who would quickly be killed and used for food for the hungry masses. For a while this plan worked. It provided food to the poor who had begun to struggle under the Sansouci tyranny and also worked to dispel rumors that Diane was a cursed presence.
    When Isaac was ten, however, something went wrong. Somehow, a dragon was able to slip past their defenses and Diane was brutally killed in an attack. Isaac was left traumatized by the sight of his mother's mangled corpse and became both resentful and fearful of the creatures. It was never discovered how exactly the dragon was able to get inside to commit its crime and it was a strange situation Iza never understood. The unanswered questions and murkiness surrounding the situation left him with a constant state of unease.
Following his mother’s death, Iza threw himself into his studies. He truly believed everything he had been told about the evil dragons and wanted to make sure he was prepared to destroy them when his time as king came. He believed the lie that he had been told, that dragons were responsible for their starving people, and if he could just destroy enough of them, he would bring prosperity back to Astre.

He was so devoted to his studies that he paid no mind to the threat to his position that steadily grew by the day. After the queen's death, the king had taken his mistress as the new queen and Iza's younger half brother, Nicholas, began presenting himself as a far better candidate for the throne. Despite being five years younger, he was already bigger, stronger, and more formidable in physical combat.
     As dragons and creatures continued to attack and the hunger grew, Nicholas quietly fed into the rumors and suspicions about the blue bloods. The creatures hadn't begun attacking until they came. Perhaps it was a divine punishment for consorting with witches. If a true ‘pure’ royal took the throne then surely things would be better.
Unaware of his brother's whispers, when Iza was fourteen, he took his mother’s place to be used as bait but took it even further. Rather than staying safe inside the city, he rode out with his knights and took the battle directly to the dragons. He would prove to his people that he could be the king and hero that they needed and would put a stop to the creatures who had preyed on them for so long.
    He was still physically weak, but he had become a skilled marksman and had trained himself to use speed and physics during sword fights to make up for his lack of power. He also made up for what he lacked physically with brilliant strategies as well as his own natural allure as a blue blood. Something about his presence was an even bigger lure than Diane had been and others seemed drawn to him in a strange love/hate relationship. People were disturbed by how charming and alluring they found him and Nicholas' whispers played into their fears. Enchanter. Tempter. Corrupter. Witch.
Iza hunted down the dragon who killed his mother and road out into the battlefield to meet the enemy he had spent years training for. On his first encounter with an actual dragon however, he hesitated. Rather than the terror and disgust he had prepared for when finally facing down with the hated beast, he felt an immediate, disturbing attraction. It scared him in a completely different way, but he couldn't and wouldn't stop. He drove his army on and made the first kill in what would soon become a long and bloody campaign. The eyes of Astre and the surrounding kingdoms were on him and he refused to show any weakness. Hoards of creatures were butchered due to his attack strategies and the prince was commended for his bravery and heroics.

Public opinion warmed in his favor due to his exploits but something else began to take root, a deep unease he couldn’t name. He was doing exactly what he had set out to do and yet it didn’t do anything to soothe his own long held grief. He thought killing dragons and getting his revenge would be a relief, yet every time he found himself facing down with one of the loathsome, long hated dragons, he felt something strange stirring under the hatred and fear. It almost felt like...sadness. He found himself growing obsessed with the creatures, longing for even a chance to catch a glimpse of one and over come with regret and grief with each kill. He convinced himself it was due to his devotion to the cause and the feeling of loss had to do with his mother, not the dragons. Still, the strange attraction to something that had butchered his mother made him feel dirty and confused.

Despite his efforts, the seeds of rebellion had taken root on the home front. The Sansoucis knew at least some power needed to be given up to quiet the people and so a constitutional monarchy had been established in which citizens had more say but still gave the king veto power and the ability to appoint ministers.

Iza's campaign continued but, due to the will of the people with their newfound power, he was forced to declare war on the neighboring countries and spread their anti dragon ideals past their own borders. With each attack, the bloodlust of the people of Astre grew as well as the strange, complicated feelings that had multiplied inside of Iza until the hate turned inward instead.
    Isaac hesitated more, grew sick and disgusted with himself as he began to doubt the legitimacy of his plan and the whispers began all over again. He tried to put a stop to it, to convince his people that the enemy had been defeated. They were no longer in danger and there was no sense wasting more resources. It was time for peace while they focused on rebuilding but the people demanded blood. They depended on the dragons for food and their hatred of the creatures through the decades had become too interwoven into the very fabric of the culture. Talk of anything but total eradication of the serpents was tantamount to treason.
    Isaac began to have nightmares about memories that weren’t his, seeing himself through the eyes of someone else and overcome with terror at the very sight...and about himself drenched in blood that would never wash off until the very scent of it began to make him woozy and ill. Every new hunt felt like a nightmare he couldn’t escape from and rather than an active participant, he felt like a cog in a machine he no longer had control over.

On the home front, the bloodlust and madness had grown until even dragon blood wasn't enough. Insurgents broke into the palace and dragged the royals out into the streets to arrest them before turning on the other nobles. Houses were ransacked and burned as hundreds were slaughtered by the ravenous masses in the following weeks.

Iza returned from the campaign and to his horror found Astre tearing itself apart. He was immediately arrested and imprisoned by his own guards to his utter confusion. During his 'trial' it was revealed that his father, brother, stepmother and even other nobles had 'confessed' that Iza and his mother had used witchcraft to control and manipulate them against their will. He was found guilty and after months of imprisonment, publicly executed.
    He woke up centuries later in an unmarked grave, staring at a person he had never seen before. He didn’t understand what they were saying. Something about finishing what had been started by bringing back one of the worst tyrants in history.
    Still utterly confused by what she was talking about, he was handed a book and read for himself how history remembered him. Isaac Sansoucis, the bloody prince. The Butcher of Astre. The Mad Tyrant. Rather than the hero he had sought to be for his people, he was painted as a demon who bathed in the blood of dragons to try to absorb their strength, who delighted in torturing servants in the most graphic and horrific ways, who ate his meals among a garden of still living, disemboweled enemies so that he could listen to their wails as he drank their blood and was so utterly corrupt, his own people had to put a stop to the madness. He had become the scapegoat for everything that had ever gone wrong in Astre.
Whatever the witch hoped to accomplish with him was unclear. She threw him a gun with a, 'you'll be needing this. I'll find you when the time comes,' and left.
    Iza spent a while wandering the strange new world that had moved on without him and tried to familiarize himself with as much as he could but the floating island in the sky seemed to be calling to him and it was a call he couldn’t resist for long.
misc:

-Despite being an Autumn, he hates cold days. Those are the days he's more likely to snuggle up to someone for warmth however and so his magic tends to be more powerful.
-He has the habit of placing his hand on peoples chests until he gets to know them. This is to try to tell if they're lying or not and judge their feelings. Once he gets to know them in any positive way, he never touches them again.
-He never met another blue blood besides his mother and never really 'met' a dragon.
-He knows very little about bluebloods or dragons. He knows nothing about affinities or even his own magic. Only that sometimes when he touches people, he can tell if they're lying and that dragons seem to really want to kill blues (he doesnt know it's fake news.)
-He has a very thin scar around his neck.
-He wears gloves the majority of the time
-His armor is made from dragon leather
-He hos around but never sleeps beside anyone and doesn't like being kissed.
-When it comes to long distance, he's blind as a bat and his eyes always get tired while reading. He needs bifocals.
-He plays the violin and piano
-He's fascinated by technology
-His original gun was a flintlock pistol. The witch gave him a 9mm glock for some inexplicable reason
-The sight and smell of blood makes him ill
-He still has a lot of nightmares and seems to have some form of PTSD
-Claustrophobic
-Wears his heart on his cheek (aka keeps his true emotions hidden, opposite of heart on your sleeve)
-Hypervigilant (Doesn't like having his back exposed, always watches whos coming and going, constantly looking for threats)