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twicefellIsaac lived a charmed life, his parents were rich and well-connected and he went to a good school, eventually joining the military and training to become a test pilot for the Air Force.
He was a cocky, hot-shot pilot of every war movie cliché, until tragedy struck... he was on a solo flight one day in a new prototype fighter jet. The plane malfunctioned in the air and he crashed.
During the fall, his life flashed before his eyes... only it wasn't the life of Isaac Dale, it was a life in ancient Greece, working closely with his father, culminating in a daring escape from Crete on wax and feather wings - wings that ultimately melted in the sun's heat and sent him tumbling into the sea below.
Isaac survived the crash, but woke with the certain knowledge that he was the reincarnation of Icarus - a fact he very wisely did not mention to the VA Hospital Psychiatrists taking care of him.
The crash changed him; he lost an arm and went through months of physical therapy to recover, knowing that he would never get to fly again. He has a confusing mix of memories of his past and has no idea why he's been brought back only to fall again - the doctors call it PTSD, but all Isaac knows is he wakes up in a cold sweat from dreams of falling, only sometimes he's wearing a flightsuit and sometimes he's wearing a toga.
These days he's moved away from his family, he writes back to them regularly and lies his ass off to reassure them everything's fine. He spends his days working in a repair shop, fixing anything people want him to fix, and he spends his nights drinking himself into a stupor to try and keep the dreams at bay.
He was a cocky, hot-shot pilot of every war movie cliché, until tragedy struck... he was on a solo flight one day in a new prototype fighter jet. The plane malfunctioned in the air and he crashed.
During the fall, his life flashed before his eyes... only it wasn't the life of Isaac Dale, it was a life in ancient Greece, working closely with his father, culminating in a daring escape from Crete on wax and feather wings - wings that ultimately melted in the sun's heat and sent him tumbling into the sea below.
Isaac survived the crash, but woke with the certain knowledge that he was the reincarnation of Icarus - a fact he very wisely did not mention to the VA Hospital Psychiatrists taking care of him.
The crash changed him; he lost an arm and went through months of physical therapy to recover, knowing that he would never get to fly again. He has a confusing mix of memories of his past and has no idea why he's been brought back only to fall again - the doctors call it PTSD, but all Isaac knows is he wakes up in a cold sweat from dreams of falling, only sometimes he's wearing a flightsuit and sometimes he's wearing a toga.
These days he's moved away from his family, he writes back to them regularly and lies his ass off to reassure them everything's fine. He spends his days working in a repair shop, fixing anything people want him to fix, and he spends his nights drinking himself into a stupor to try and keep the dreams at bay.
