Here we have a HMD post for Isaac Mendez, the original prophetic painter of Heroes fame.

If you notice anything about how I play him that just blatantly irks you or have any questions, feel free to tell me about it here. I'd appreciate if you kept it constructive and helpful, though. All comments are screened and anonymous, I believe.

Thank you~ ♥

Silence really is deadly. I knew it had been too quiet for too long.


[Private to warden Jo]
If you're worrying, you don't have to. I'm not involved in any of this. I didn't even know it was being organized.

What the hell was all of that?
Am I really supposed to continue to trust all of you after something like that?

Put me back in my grave now. I'm finished here.




[Okay, okay. So Isaac wasn't exactly involved in the flood. At all. But obviously, as someone fairly new to the barge, he doesn't quite understand and he's got to do some BAWWWing and have some...built up anger idk. He's a tortured soul.]

Alright, do I really even want to know what's going on here?

To whoever left me the painting supplies, thank you.
I'm not really sure what to say. If you want to reveal yourself, I'll do everything I can to repay you.


{OOC: In response to this. Oh, Sylar~ So sneaky. You're going to make it very hard for Isaac to stay emo for as long as he'd like to.}

Not like I was doing much of it before, but you'd be surprised what the absence of the sound of cars outside your window does to your sleeping patterns. Or maybe it's still the guilt. I can't bring myself to pick up a paintbrush just yet, and I don't even know who I'd ask for supplies and heroin if I could.

Thinking's all I know what to do with myself and I miss her home.

...What is this?

Last thing I remember...

No. No. I shouldn't even be writing this. I should be dead right now. I should be bleeding out on my floor. The paintings...

No one could have survived that.

This makes no sense. Where am I?