Name: Isaac the Glutton
Race: Witch
Age: Quite old. He looks to be a young adult, possibly twenty or twenty-one.
Gender: Male.
Physical Description: Isaac is relatively strong-looking, but not fat. He stands at average height and wears a green robe that just brushes the ground. Over that he has an orange shawl, with a golden emblem in the shape of a boar/star-nosed mole head combo to fasten it. His skin is an almost metallic bronze, and his hair is long and shaggy. He's square jawed and physically fit. His eyes are mad-looking and orange, with fisures winking across them every so often. They don't focus, but he can move them, like to roll his eyes or stare pointedly.
Personality: Isaac won his title by absorbing huge amounts of objects into his inner pool or magic. He is loud and deranged in many ways, and has a very short fuse. But, he really has two levels of anger. One when he starts yelling and gesturing emphatically, and if he gets even more angry, one where he starts consuming entire boulders to convert into energy, then burning you with orange flames. But he is oftentimes agreeable if you know not to mess with him, though he'll still come across as deranged. He is also blind, from an old, magical wound to his eyes. He navigates through an enchanted emblem that allows him to smell much better than any human.
Personal History: Isaac is very, very old. He is actually quite a lot older than a Witch who looks about his age would be because of his appetite. He basically has an overactive digestive tract in his magic pool, so he slows his aging even more with the extra energy he gluttonously consumes. He can remember most of his life, but it is extremely long. It was only very recently that he came to the Island, after sensing a surge of magical energy.
He came to feast on the island, but discovered that it was not very easy to take a bite from the island-proper. He could eat a boulder, but not a hill. As long as it was connected, the island just had too strong a hold on it. He now resides in the Sand Zone, where he enchants bones to join the armada of skeletons already there. Because you can never have too many.
Weaponry: None.
Magical Tallents: His speciality is consuming large object and making orange flames that are not good for your health. Not only will they burn you, they'll give you a rare breed of stomach flu. This never lasts much more than an hour, but it's a miserable hour. He himself is immune to the fire, of course. He is not very good at creating creatures, but he can enchant things okay.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Very prone to fly off the handle, and he will seldom resist the urge to consume an object, be it made of mud or gold. This can get out of hand when he eats people, but he regurgitates them every time good as new. They give him horrid magic-stomach cramps. He is an accomplished wizard, though, and will never back down from a fight. If you're on his good side, nobody can hurt you.
Other: Nothing.