Un coup solide est venu à la porte. Un coup avec un but, mais respectueux en même temps. C'était un bruit percussif, mais peu intrusif. En vérité, celui qui était derrière le coup venait des parties supérieures de la société. Tout ce sir Isaac a pris en un instant, et en cet instant, il s'est trouvé légèrement agité.
Après tout, ce jour était son jour de congé prévu: un jour de détente de toutes les responsabilités qu'il a assumées, de ses entreprises et des inquiétudes de l'avenir. Il se tenait à son poêle en remuant un ragoût de légumes frais et de viande rouge, rempli d'herbes et d'épices délicieuses. Un livre s'assit à proximité, illustrant la recette. Dans le salon un autre livre était assis sur la table à côté de la chaise préférée de Sir Isaac, celui-ci un roman fantastique détaillant le voyage d'une fille à travers un monde étrange.
Sir Isaac, ne s'attendant pas à la compagnie, surtout d'un si haut dans la société, s'est précipité dans sa mémoire récente dans une panique contrôlée, cherchant pourquoi il pourrait y avoir quelqu'un à la porte. Tirant un blanc, il a posé la louche dans un bol à côté du livre et s'est composé pour n'importe quoi avant de répondre à la porte.
L'homme bien habillé en bleu a offert la note et le paquet à Sir Isaac avec dignité et grâce, convainquant davantage Sir Isaac de la haute position de l'homme - ou qu'il a travaillé pour une telle position. Il accepta délicatement les deux, avant de finalement demander: «Puisse-je me renseigner sur la source de cette note et de ce don?»
"Je suis désolé, monsieur. Cette information est confidentielle », a-t-il fait des excuses à Sir Isaac.
"Il n'y a pas besoin de s'excuser. Je peux comprendre un homme qui valorise sa vie privée." Sir Isaac sourit chaleureusement.
L'homme s'inclina alors poliment. "Maintenant, si vous voulez bien m'excuser." Sir Isaac regarda l'homme retourner à une voiture et donna une vague chaude alors qu'il s'éloignait, puis retourna au fourneau avec la lettre. Sa nourriture était de cuisiner, et il pouvait lire comme il agitait.

Les gens montèrent au manoir où sir Isaac s'assit, en profitant d'un verre d'eau. Il s'attendait à ce qu'il n'y ait qu'une note de participants au plus, mais ici il y en avait presque cinq fois. Pourquoi l'expéditeur s'est-il même ennuyé avec la demande de secret? N'importe lequel des participants aurait pu facilement être traqué ici. Cependant, sir Isaac a laissé la pensée périr, car ce n'était pas son problème à traiter.
Non, son problème était de mettre en scène un spectacle pour faire appel à qui était l'organisateur de cette affaire. Ils étaient apparemment en haut rang, et se mettre de leur bon côté serait un grand pas vers les objectifs de Sir Isaac. Cela faisait longtemps qu'il n'avait pas joué pour la dernière fois au jeu social, et il ne pouvait qu'espérer que ses compétences n'avaient pas diminué au fil des ans.
Sir Isaac Dorovich
Age: 23
Race: Human, with a bit of human blood mixed in on his mother's side. Some call him a snake.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
As a man from the higher classes of the world, Sir Isaac carries himself with pride, standing at his full height of 6'2" with no slouch in his posture. His wavy, prematurely greyed hair is kept neat yet long, with the bangs kept to the sides to frame his facial features. His paler-than-normal complexion emphasize his piercing golden eyes, which reflect his lust for power and wealth. His dainty, pointed nose and thin lips belie his noble heritage.
Also speaking of his noble heritage are his clothes. Sewn of fine silks and linings by one of the finest tailors in Coake, the dark colors of his outfit contrast beautifully with his skin and hair. His coat is decorated with golden lining and embroidery, removing any doubt of Isaac's supposed standing among the classes of Coake. The dark grey silken robe worn beneath that merely serves to hide whether he is wearing the muffled chainmail he uses for protection on excursions. Finally, his black trousers are tucked neatly into his tall and tough black leather boots, which are lined with golden silks themselves.

Nature:
Sir Isaac is every bit the shrewd businessman that a black market salesman needs to be. He is known throughout the "underworld" for his reliability and skill. He has a rebellious streak, which is what led him to his current profession. Some may find his matter-of-fact, all-business manner when working to be cold or even abrasive, though to him he's merely being "detached". Those who have gotten onto his bad side find he is quick to take up his trusty spear. However...
A few mannerisms remain from the days of his high-class upbringing. He conducts himself with an air of elegance that makes him stand out from those outside the inner district. Those lucky enough to be on good terms with him find he's quite the pacifist, as he frequently moans about times he is forced to use force. So long as he's given the respect he believes he deserves, he is happy to return the favor.
Backstory:
Sir Isaac was born to a wealthy noble family in the city of Jeorvo. His family spared no expense in his education, sending him to the college in Jeorva as soon as he was old enough to attend. There he learned a great many truths of the world, though none were as valuable in his mind as those he learned in alchemical classes. Something just seemed to click for him, and both he and his teachers were startled by his aptitude for the subject. The professors were certain that Isaac had a bright future ahead of him.
However, the future was not so kind. During Sir Isaac's fourteenth year of life, disaster struck the Dorovich clan. Like the other wealthy families of Jeorvo, Sir Isaac's parents decided to move the family's home from Jeorvo to Frel while Sir Isaac studied at college. During the journey, they were accosted by a group bandits that quickly disposed of the hired bodyguards and Sir Isaac's parents, then looted their fortune from the caravan. When Sir Isaac received the news, he was stricken; his whole life had been shattered in a nightmare of brutality. His professors offered to let him study for a year free, but Sir Isaac chose to head home and see what he could salvage of his family's wealth.
When he arrived in his home he found it being burglarized. Isaac, then a man of pure scholarship, had no way to defend himself from their blades nor stop them from taking what they wanted. Thus, he uttered four words that changed his life forever: "Let me join you." The group, surprised, took him in when he told his story. It turned out that the group was part of a crime syndicate which ran a sort of black market in the city, procuring valuables and contraband for their clients. They taught him the ins and outs of the job from the ground up, taking him with them as they stole everything from jewels to rare animal eggs. At age 16 the merchant he procured goods for began to teach him the skills needed for fencing them on the black market proper, such as finding clients, setting up trade locations, and negotiation tactics.
By age 21, Sir Isaac had a booming business in the black market, handling both the procurement and sale of goods himself. He had built a strong name for himself with his service guarantee and results. Only one of his orders ever went unfulfilled, and that due to special circumstances. A client approached him and requested a peculiar stone and a number of research journals find their way out of the possession of an old man deep in the third district and into the client's hands. Sir Isaac agreed (after more than doubling the client's price) and began his work as normal.
In the old man's home, things quickly became paranormal. The old man was bedridden when Sir Isaac arrived and held the stone in his hands. After a short conversation, the man requested that Sir Isaac destroy the stone and protect the research from thieves, not realizing why Sir Isaac had visited, then promptly died of old age. Upon reading the research, Sir Isaac decided that it would be far more valuable to do as the man had requested, destroying the stone and keeping the research. He justified the action through his client's mistake: the client attempted to short-change Sir Isaac, resulting in the black market itself voiding the transaction and silencing the client.
Contained within the journals was a plethora of information on alchemy. The knowledge contained in the pages was far beyond anything he'd learned at the college in Jeorva. By incorporating them into his alchemical front business, he began to turn enough profit to lessen his black market dealings. He does, however, maintain a positive and mutually beneficial relationship with the black market that spared his life and helped him find his new calling: to rebuild his family's greatness.
Goal(s): As a former member of the nobility, Sir Isaac seeks only to find his way back into the upper echelons of society. He intends to reach this end by whatever means he finds necessary, up to and including dethroning a king or two. Of course, as a businessman, he would greatly prefer negotiation over the use of force.
Inventory:

 Alchemical Supplies

 Mortar and Pestle
 Glass Jars w/ Labels
 Apron, Gloves, and Eye Shield
 A supply of alchemical ingredients
 Tinderbox
 Research Journals

 Spear (Bei)
 Muffled Chainmail
 An assortment of pre-prepared poisons and antidotes