THIS IS A SIDEBLOG TO @boypreachr . . . 𝐼𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑄 𝐶. 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐻 is an original character based on original lore, which is in turn very roughly based off selkie / siren / banshee / harpy / ningyo lore. additionally inspired by still wakes the deep + eldritch horrors + personifications of death . . . this is a somewhat experimental, conceptual character blog; namely theming around GRIEF, ESTRANGEMENT, DIASPORA, GENDER DYSPHORIA, and THE SINS OF THE GRANDFATHER. . . . activity will be extremely slow & highly selective.
carrd | rules
i. tldr don't steal graphics, be an active rp partner, don't be mean. i love to plot, and ishaq's an experimentally versatile character so he can go in many different directions. half-human, half-entity, chosen destiny yada yada.
ishaq is harder to interact with than kenneth @boypreachr is. there is not an easy way to insert him into a situation with every muse, and for these reasons, responses (esp to ask prompts) will be selective. plotting with me can help this selectivity.
ii. i do not claim ownership over all of my psds. the noise effect is from ohisms(?), and the base is an extremely edited version of fossaed's ancient psds + my own psds + landscape. header graphic shapes are inspired by girlfox and phys1cian. audio is edited by me but uses this clipped audio from who is she, monster.
iii. STATS. faceclaims: harry collet in season 2 of h0td, t chalamet in the caladan sections of DUNE PT1, p from lies of p the game. 5'11. ishaq (he/they) is a man of dubious gender roughly in his late teens to mid twenties.
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he initially appears to be a very normal, IF strangely beautiful androgynous person. ishaq has grown up with nothing except a PERSISTENT LONGING for the water, but with no gills or strength to not drown in it. HIS BODY IS SHAMEFULLY HUMAN. THE CALL OF THE VOID WILL KILL HIM, TOO. he is capable of holding normal conversations, dressed in warm and dark clothes, perpetually staring out into nothing and speaking in half-forgotten, musical notes.
a strange, half-ethereal man, ishaq's presence tends to herald death — when he beckons to you with an SWEET, PAINED SMILE.... be wary for what the future holds.
