| − | Isaac Estep is a TKE and a creative writer. He is very fashionable, and many have said that he could be a model if he wasn't insane. The most noteable feature about Isaac, however, is that he is a rare example of a feral child (a child somehow abandoned in the wild and raised by animals) who learned language and has managed to partially integrate himself into society. There are several competing theories as to what kind of animals raised young Isaac; the most predominant of these theories points to otters, who eventually couldn't handle Isaac's bullshit and passed him off onto a pride of wild cats. It was there that he picked up a taste for tuna.
| + | Serial rapist. |
| − | - Isaac is often heard reciting one of his favorite poems from Oliver Wendell Holmes, "The Ballad of the Oysterman" It was a tall young oysterman lived by the riverside, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide; The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him. It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid, Upon the moonlight evening, a sitting in the shade; He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say, "I'm wide awake young oysterman, and all the folks away." Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he, " I quess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see; And he has leaped into the waves, and crossed the shining stream, And he has clambered up the bank, all in the moonlight gleam; O there were kisses sweet as dew, and words as soft as rain-- But they have heard her father's steps, and in he leaps again! Out spoke the ancient fisherman--" O what was that my daughter?" "Twas nothing but a pebble sir, I threw into the water;" "And what is that, pray, tell me,love,that paddles off so fast?" "It's nothing but a porpoise, sir, that's been a swimming past." Out spoke the ancient fisherman," Now bring me my harpoon! I'll get into my fishing boat, and fix the fellow soon!" Down fell that pretty innocent, as falls a snowwhite lamb, Her hair drooped round her pallid cheeks, like sea-weed on a clam. Alas, for those two loving ones! she waked not from her swound, And he was taken with the cramp, and in the waves was drowned; But fate has metamorphosed them, in pity of their woe, And now they keep an oystershop for mermaids below. " Isaac also an accessory to murder.
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