Isaac était silencieux alors qu'ils montaient à bord du transport jusqu'à l'enceinte d'El Paso, au Texas. Son groupe composé de Lady Nightmare, qui avait déjà renversé sa main, et Acid qu'il n'avait pas facilement remarqué et continuait à ne pas remarquer. Au lieu de cela, il semblait, ils seraient le fort qui laisserait le groupe non formé se précipiter et faire ce qu'ils devaient faire, extraire ce professeur. Et cela leur a laissé la mort d'une merveille technologique. Ayant relativement le contrôle de ses facultés pendant le vol, il n'a pu s'empêcher de se moquer mentalement de l'idée d'une autre mission contre la folie. Ou a-t-il vraiment gâché, sans raison apparente? Isaac n'était pas sûr, il ne l'était jamais, mais ce n'était pas une préoccupation. Le fait qu'ils faisaient face à des automates, eh bien, qui ne le dérangeaient guère non plus, les machines se brisaient aussi facilement que les hommes face aux vents tombés, jetant toutes les constructions les plus puissantes qui naignaient même la Tour de Babel louée par l'homme dans rien que de la poussière invisible.
Après avoir touché le sol, Lady Nightmare semblait prendre du retard, car Lovecraft prenait le devant, marchant occasionnellement dans le hall principal de l'enceinte, tandis que l'autre équipe allait à leur façon. Il avait son revolver Webley en main, et regardait autour de lui alors qu'ils entraient dans la région. Une telle installation de recherche aurait dû avoir une sorte de sécurité d'échec, du moins pour Isaac. Après tout, il ne pouvait pas facilement considérer que personne ne pensait jamais que quelque chose allait mal avec le travail expérimental. Mais il s'est dégringolé mentalement, regardant la Lady Nightmare avant de faire un commentaire offhand. "Même la sensibilité artificielle connaît la peur, car quelle bobine terrestre liée ici ne craint pas son propre défaire? Les vents du destin et de la mort soufflent tout ce qui est fait par l'homme, que ce soit de la chair et du sang ou de l'acier et de l'huile."
Name:
Isaac Vaughn
Alias:
Lovecraft
Age:
44
Powers and Skills:
His mind has warped from exposure to the, best forgetten, places between dimensions, causing him to snap and become a shell of the man he used to be. His mind wavers between this reality and the "truth of things", seeing what people and his surroundings are when plunged into the madness of the inbetween, and allows him to channel the cold void between spaces when in this mindset. Isaac retains his SAS combat training, both in melee and at range with various weapons, making him dangerous even when his mind is stable. When unstable, his skill with weapons varies chaotically, although often times they are unnecessary due to manifesting things that should not be from between planes, commonly shielding himself and lashing out with tendrils of frigid, nearing absolute zero, darkness for a lack of better terms.
Weaknesses:
Despite his training and powers, he is still just a man beyond that compared to metahumans and superhumans in general. Subject has a warped sense of reality, slipping into a state of mind that could be best described as sheer madness, claiming to see everything around him for what it really is, making him dangerous to be around to allies as well as enemies. Even when stable, he shows a lack of teamwork that once defined his life, perhaps a side effect of his condition, and often times shows fatalistic pessimism, and a general devil may care attitude about how life turns out, convinced that his own well being is irrelevant compared to the happenings of the cosmos and in between them, showing a lack of concern for his life.
Personality:
Isaac is a quiet man when he retains control of his faculties, preferring to speak little and act greatly rather than speak boldly and not act. This comes from his military time, and even before then, as he always had an introverted streak that would make him an odd leader, preferring to let a team speak and hear them all out before offering a comment or disagreement that often was pinpointed on how it would unravel an entire plan or idea. Polite and amiable beyond his quiet tendency, one would be forgiven as to wonder why Isaac would be kept by himself, in a room reinforced with several inches of steel and often provided food only when he could prove his sanity long enough for someone to slip a tray in past the door. His alter ego is a jarring shift that might as well not be related to Isaac at all.
When his mind warps, Isaac becomes something completely different. Laughing and crying in equal measures, he throws himself into situations with wild abandon, often speaking things that are utter madness to others that might not, and usually do not, make any sort of sense what so ever. His interpersonal interactions while warped are nonsensical, often times lashing out verbally or physically at anyone who dares engage him during his mind breaks. This mindset often bleeds over into his normal self, often times twitching or making comments that are out of place, such as on how people appear outside themselves or otherwise things that only make sense to someone who has seen things that should have completely blasted his mind out of his head.
Appearance:
Isaac stands at about 5'10" tall, with a fairly thin build that, other than muscle that he retains, is remarkably thin and almost, to the untrained eye, malnourished at the best of times.

Biggest Claim(s) to Fame:
Was tasked with leading a British black op investigating superhuman activities involving Stonehedge. Isaac would chase the cult of superhumans across the globe, from London to Cairo to Tokyo even, storming hideouts and fighting raving madmen powered by their own abilities and something else, usually manifesting in corruption that caused men to go mad when coming into contact and often, for their own good, being put down. Isaac was haunted by having to put his own men down during his pursuit of this cult, as he chased them closer and closer to Stonehenge, expecting their leader and some lunacy of a ritual, at worst, and vengeance for those who had fallen during the pursuit.
Isaac could only wish that the reality was that innocent.
Isaac would find Stonehenge quarantined off by the British Royal Army, surrounded by a creeping, unnatural corruption that was barely contained by the Royal Army, and was spreading. Isaac and his men donned full CBRN attire, which seemed to work against the black, tarry substance as the squad advanced into the infested area. Isaac refuses to discuss what transpired at the core of Stonehenge, but he lost his entire team and was corrupted by whatever the cult was attempting to summon. Isaac had reached the center circle of Stonehenge, apprehending their leader before he could finish the rights, but the man killed himself and tried to use his life force to finish the ritual.
Isaac would be incarcerated after an outbreak, several months after the events at Stonehenge that were covered up by the British government, the incident ending up slaughtering a platoon of Royal Marines prior to being subdued. He was tossed into a maximum security facility, remaining in solitary confinement with nothing but his thoughts, and other beings thoughts, for four years after the event, where he continues to remain alone and isolated.
How Long Have You Been in Prison: 4 Years of Solitary Confinement
Notes:
Prefers not to sleep if he can help it, haunted by nightmares of things in between realities at the best if times.