Ishir Walker

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Long gone is the tiny brat that lived in the Upper Ring. Performing heavy work his entire life has made Ishir lean and muscled. Though he looks quite fine at first glance, he also easily gets sick because of his lycanthropy. After a full moon, he’ll often disappear for days to be able to recover. Changing almost always leaves him with new scars; either from trying to get out of the metal cage he locks himself in most full moons or because he hurt himself out of his own frustration from being locked up. Luckily, his face remains free from blemishes, the few scars he has on his hands are almost invisible and the rest are easily coverable with clothing.

His clothes are tasteful and always immaculate when he’s in public. He wants to belong with the upper class of Alderrath and be accepted in their midst and makes sure he fits in that picture. However, there’s always something that brings all the eyes in the room to him. A purple that’s a little bit brighter than you’d expect, a daring combination of patterns. He’s toning it down a bit now he’s come to the upper ring, but he loves it when people look at him, wants them to adore him and give him the attention he so craves. He’s kind of a fashionista and will always look great and well taken care off.

Ishir is a charismatic, intelligent man. He’s great company, talkative and fun to be around. He’s a kind, but decisive man, hard-working and knows how to conduct business, having come to the Upper Ring for trading opportunities. Ishir is the perfect cover. For that’s what he is: a mask, a way to get close to the people that have betrayed him and to get revenge on them. And maybe, deep down, there’s a small part of Ishir that wants the part he’s playing to be real.

Then there’s the chaos that hides within Ishir and fights to be let out. He has anger issues; his anger sometimes wanting to take over so much he has to take himself out of a situation and do nothing but scream until his throat is soar. He doesn’t have the greatest mental state, being obsessed by what happened in the past and wanting revenge for what’s been done to him.

The person he’s become over the past twenty five years is manipulative, scheming. Everything he does is for his own enjoyment. He loves chaos, playing with people and pitting them against each other, watching them slowly break each other apart. He’s consumed by the pain he feels. His ultimate goal is to get revenge on his family, to see them burn for what they’ve done to him. But still there’s some good things left in him: he’s also passionate, curious, loves learning.

There’s Ishir, the mask, and then there’s the broken pieces that are left of Ehsaan that are only visible when all the rage and pain turn to tears. Somewhere deep inside all he wants is approval from people that love him and accept him for who he is, even though he knows he can never have that—that knowledge is what drives part of his anger. This is also tied into him being a lycanthrope. He knows he’s a monster, that no one could ever care for him or that he could ever be worthy of someone caring about him; and so he will lash out at anyone trying to get close to him. He’s also especially afraid of someone proving him wrong: that he isn’t unlovable because he’s a monster, but that everyone he’s ever known just didn’t give enough to care about him and that they left him willingly because of who he is.

In the end, he’s three people into one, pure chaos. It’s hard to imagine how he can keep up the appearance of being a kind man living in the upper ring, but for him it’s like flipping a switch, like there’s different parts of him that he can choose to let out or keep in. It’s like playing a game—and he loves games. You could also view the mask he puts on as his only safe space, like a soft blanket he puts on when he wants to feel what it’s like to be a normal human being, while the monster he plays is what he wants everyone to see so they won’t get too close.

Ishir has a difficult relationship with the faith of Renestrae. He relates to how Renestrae was kept from having her own kingdom, forced to live on her own until Ashmoor was created. He sees himself in Renestrae, almost like he was her representative on earth or reincarnation, but he also often goes through moments of losing his faith, feeling like he’s been abandoned even by the abandoned Goddess herself.

Close to the full moon, he has more trouble controlling his temper; he’s easier to anger and more irritable. He’ll showcase more of his mental instability and will retreat more into his own thoughts.

Born with anything anyone could ever want, Ehsaan grew up in the Upper Ring of Alderrath. As he was the eldest, his parents wanted him to be their perfect little boy, but Ehsaan always wished for more. He was curious and loved reading, but loved having his own adventures even more and often snuck out to explore the city or even go to one of the lower rings of Alderrath. There was only one friend he could share this all with. They were inseparable. Even when his parents forbid him to see his friend any longer, he continued to meet up with them.

Eventually, his adventures became his downfall. He was out late at night during a full moon with his best friend. They'd wanted to see if werewolves were real and found out they never should’ve asked the question. Ehsaan was attacked, bitten, almost died, but was lucky. The lycanthrope, distracted by something, left an opening and in the end his friend managed to drag him to the first house nearby where he was cared for. Then his parents were contacted and he was brought home.

When he recovered, his family prayed the curse hadn’t passed onto him, but Renestrae had other plans for him. He turned, just thirteen years old his body could barely take the transformation. Only a month after the attack, he was on Death's doorstep once more. From then on, Ehsaan was hidden from the public and his parents searched the whole of Ashmoor for a cure. All in vain and when his parents finally realised he would never be human again they sent him away. His body was broken from the treatments and transformations, his mind frayed from the loss of everything he’d ever known.

He was transported to the Outer Ring of Alderrath, where the working class lived. Born with anything anyone could ever want and now left with nothing, from thirteen years old, he worked in factories, creating the luxuries his family had enjoyed so much, were still enjoying. It broke him. For a long time it felt like he was sentenced to a prison camp, though he only spent time in an actual cage when the moon rose in the night sky. He lived in a blur, barely alive, the only thing keeping him going was creating more and more elaborate plans to gain revenge on those who’d send him here, who’d left him behind for dead.

He wanted what belonged to him, what was promised to him, the anything anyone could ever want he was born with. But it took a long time before he could even get in reach of that. First, he had to build himself into someone, make something out of himself so he could return to the centre of Alderrath to take his revenge as someone worthy of revenge.

It took him until he was nearly forty, but now the time has come. He’s acquired a passport for the first ring of Alderrath, a new name and a new identity as a wealthy landowner from overseas that has come to Ashmoor to conduct business. He wants to see the world burn, but first needs everyone to suffer and that takes patience. More than twenty years, he’s waited for this, he’s going to enjoy the game.

- He has contacts with the criminal underground of Alderrath.
- He can be quite flirty and isn’t opposed to friends with benefits—the condition of being friends doesn’t even need to apply.
- He chose the name Ishir because of its meaning: powerful, strong, fire: it’s what he wants to be. He chose Walker because he wanted a generic name that wouldn’t cause any suspicion or link him to his family.
- He sometimes likes to wear dresses and even has his own tailored corsets & dresses (sadly he left this part of his wardrobe in the lower ring when he went to the upper ring to execute his plans—though he might have taken one with him just to look at it every now and then).
- He speaks with a slight accent that he practiced on for years.