Fallen and Forgotten

MAIN VERSE [ Verse Name: On The Road; ]

Izaic had left the people who had taken him in and has been traveling upwards of fifteen years. He is in search of his lost memories. With travel, the fallen has hopes that something will spark a forgotten point in time. Alas, all he has is his journal, which have fragments of memories he had written down. He has of yet gathered enough to cobble even a basic story together.

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LEGEND OF ZELDA VERSE [ Verse Name: Fallen DemiGod; ]

Izaic awoke to find himself freed from his tiny staute prison, but his memories are fractured and hard to make sense of. The most he managed to gather is that his name is Izaic, and he is in fact, a forgotten Demi-God. With nothing else to do, the deity travels all over creation while trying to make sense of his broken memories.

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STEVEN UNIVERSE VERSE [ Verse name: Corrupted Lab; ]

Labradorite, or simply ‘Izaic’ was made in the beta kindergarden on Earth. Though, after the war, Izaic had lost a great deal of himself. The most that Izaic knows is that he isn’t human, and that he had been ‘not well mentally’ for quite some time. He was corrupted; appearing as some sort of winged canine with cloven hooves instead of paws. Kindly human chlidren had taken him in as a pet; much to their parents dismay. However they did their best to take care of their new strange friend. Labradorite got the affectionate name of ‘Izaic’, and is one he often uses to introduce himself. They managed great progress in their short human lives. Izaic was capable of - rather broken human speech, and was cognitive enough to have rational thought. With this came a more human-like shape. Of course, he outlived his human companions. Before they passed; they told him that no matter what, he should be strong and not loose what was left of himself. With no where else to go, and finding it too painful to stay, Izaic set out to chart a path wherever the wind took him.

Name: Izaic (No real last name, but he uses Mortem as a fake one.) Age: Unknown Height: 5'8 Gender||Sex: Male DWF (Date When Found): March 4th. (Doesn’t have an actual birthday.) Race: Fallen Angel. Preference||Sexual Preference: None. Anyone’s company is good company. Appearance: Messy raven hair, Cobalt blue eyes. His skin is average for a white male. Built like a runner. His face is thin, but what most would consider handsome. Always seen in his white jacket of which he rarely takes off. Wrists are always bound in some sort of bandages. His wings are normally hidden, but when seen are a charcoal color, and messy and unkempt like his hair. Normally friendly in appearance. Personality: Ambivert. Friendly, helpful, and pleasant on first meeting. He’s found often times wondering around, writing in his journal, or reading a book. He’s lonely and often seeks out company. Even if its just quite company. He’s resourceful and reliable, even on the toughest of tasks. Prefers to use knowledge over his fists and will be a pacifist unless someone else’s life is threatened.

Powers||Skills:

Immortality

Able to heal quickly. (Depending on how bad the wound is is dependent on how long and how much power it takes.)

Can fight if pushed to do so.

Can fly. (But unable to reach Heaven)

Knows spells for healing. (Though, they only heal, they don’t grow back lost limbs.)

Knows spells to protect.

Knows spells to hurt/restrain. (The pain is only temporary.)

In an antique shop, a statue calls out for anyone willing to listen. It's not a voice, but a feeling, a strong feeling, at helpless feeling. It was as if someone inside was calling for help. It was a desperate plea to be free.

The statue was certainly strange. Lengthwise it was about the size of a hand from fingertip to end of palm, but a hand could close around it and hold it comfortably widthwise. It looked like an angel, and looked like a marbled obsidian, most of it black, with marbled white and grey swirling around in it's skin; with polished cobalts for eyes. The halo it had, once a beautiful gold, was tarnished and almost appeared to rust, as impossible as that was. Perhaps it wasn't real gold, but it was hard to be certain. It was smooth, at least the body and eyes. The halo was rough to the touch. There didn't seem to be any buttons or levers no instructions. It was just one solid piece with gemstone eyes and a tarnished halo.

“That is alright.  Getting stuck inside a statue probably does not do wonders for your health,” she pointed out, “Do you need anything?”  Without actually voicing her decision Fi had already decided that Izaic could stay for as long as he needed. 

Well, as long as he needed provided that he didn’t start doing anything that made her uncomfortable.  He didn’t seem like the type though.

“I could return to the beach, once I was healed and the waters were safe again,” Fi offered hesitantly.  It sounded like Izaic was a traveller.  She doubted he’d want to stick around waiting for her when it was entirely possible she’d never return at all, but it wasn’t like there was any other way to contact him.  In all likelihood he’d return her to the ocean and they’d never meet again.

Izaic wasn’t keen on sticking to one place for too long. The urge he got to move couldn’t quite be discribed. He just had a sense he was needed else where. Something pulled him to move, like a dog on a leash. Maybe it was just his mind trying to find purpose, or maybe it was his strong need to find himself again. In any case, staying in one place made Izaic uncomfortable. 

Zane paused for a second in confusion. Some voice spoke in his mind,, but it didnt sound or even feel like the usual voice in his head. Or was it?? The normal voice in his head then returned, repeating the last sentance the other voice said. Protect his Core, whatever that means. All he knew was it was a thought, and he needed to act upon it quickly. Zane scurried up to stand in front of Izaic, holding his hands out to stop the glitching angel from moving more.

“H-hey! Izaic maybe, uh,,, You shouldn’t get up so soon! Maybe we should take you to bed to rest up, You are probably using too much of your energy.I dont know much about angels, but maybe rest can make you less,,, flickery??” The older man spoke, feeling a sense of panic, especially after the strange voice left the thought along with a sensation of urgency he must follow. Zane tried grabbing the other man’s hands, trying to pull him towards the spare bedroom that now belonged to Izaic.

Izaic didn't process Zane's words. He heard them, at least if looking toward the other was any evidence. His eyes were void of anything conscious. It was as if he were asleep on his feet with his eyes open. A robot that mimicked humanity. He wasn't even conscious enough to do that strained smile when he was uncomfortable. Even still, he tired to keep pace with Zane.