Isaac Nichols

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About You - -

Name: Alex Bird
Gender: personality of a woman Male. . .
Age: Seventeen
Years of RPG Experience: Half o’ year.
Other: [Removed By Staff]

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How did you find us? Biz-e-boo
What about ISS inspired you to join? Everything
Do you have any suggestions for us? Nah. All is well down this front.

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About the Character- -

Name: Isaac Jacob Nichols
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: Fourth
Face Claim: Jesse Metcalfe

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties:
Isaac’s face is sculpted. It’s round, yet hard and striking in certain places, making it a very delightful thing to look at. His cheek bones are high, and his jaw is rather large, so it gives his face the boxy, sculpted look all the girls fawn over. He almost constantly has stubble or at least a five o’clock shadow and goatee, and if he’s clean shaven, it usually means he’s doing something important. But, since Isaac is a huge procrastinator, he shaves rarely. His nose is a long button that pokes out perfectly on his face, just above his full lips. Isaac’s lips are something else. They’re extremely plump and alluring. If he was blessed with anything, it was his lips. They’re a set of cream against his usually tanned skin, and are the jewel of his beautiful mug. The one thing Isaac does hate, is his ears. They’re large, and poke out too much. Other than his ears that he hates, he loves his soft hazel eyes. His lashes are large and fluently sweep up and down when he blinks, making him slightly irresistible when he wants something. His eyebrows are always too bushy, and he wont let any of his girlfriends pluck them. They’re extremely thick, harsh, and jet black; as well as his hair. His hair is usually quaffed around in different directions, yet always looking like it’s been done. The blackness of his hair is from his Greek genes. He loves anything Greek, and is especially proud that he’d inherited his looks from the region.

Physique: In the summers, Isaac contracts and builds houses with his father. Isaac has always been the harder worker, because his father has had a bad back and arm problems ever since he was little. Since Isaac was the one set to do all of the work, he’s gained amazing muscles. His long arms have bulges everywhere, sliding all the way down to his large hands. His hands were always too big for his body, until he grew up and started to work with his father. Isaac is fairly conceded, and loves to wear thin t-shirts or tight sweaters to show off his body. His chest is fairly plump, and his abs are as hard as they could be. Isaac loves to keep in shape when at school, so he works out regularly by running and exercising. His legs are long and thicker up top, leading down to his thinner, yet still muscular calves and his feet are very large. He has always had dark hair, and his body is full of thick, dark hair. His legs are spruced with it, and he has a long, thin happy trail that leads very lightly all the way up to his pecks, where there is a dark amount of black hairs. Isaac stands at 6’3”, and is happy with his height, and extremely happy with the rest of his body.

Wand Type: 12 ½ Inch Bolivian Rosewood with a Unicorn hair core.
Wand Expertise: Hexing/Charms
Patronus: Cougar
Boggart: His biological mother

Personality:

Isaac always finds that he’s beating himself up inside. He’s always having a battle in his brain on what he should, and shouldn’t do. And he’s usually wrong when he decides to follow through with something. The way he’s so harsh on himself isn’t because what he does is wrong, but it’s more of the fact that he can never think for himself thoroughly enough to figure out the outcome of what he’s doing. He could care less if what he did was wrong, but it’s the fact that he’s not intelligent enough to know things before they happen. Therefore, Isaac is an ass. He’s an ass to the people around him. He’s an ass to the girls he sleeps with, and he’s an ass to adults and teachers. It wasn’t always that way. It had happened after his first year in the middle of the summer when his biological mother decided to step onto his doorstep and ruin his life. After that had happened, he’d changed. He didn’t want to think for himself anymore. He became a very downtrodden being that didn’t care about what was going on, and didn’t think before he’d do things. He used to know what he wanted, and he used to look forward to the things he worked on. Now all he can do is try and figure out what he wants to do, and not the outcome afterwards, which results in him looking/being an ass. He’s often accused of cheating on girls, but Isaac has never cheated, because he’s never actually been in a relationship. All the things he does are never for a reason, because if he knew how, he’d figure out the reason and outcome before he played things out.

However much of an ass he is, he still is a charmer and manipulator, and is strong with his friends. His friends are the beings who like to reassure him that he’s right, and never wrong. He finds comfort in the fact that his friends will tell him anything. His charm is a very powerful thing that he’d gotten from his mother. His mother was a very sneaky person, and made it her all to be in Isaacs life. Of course, no one had rejected her. She was nice and seemed very caring. It wasn’t until she’d ruined Isaac’s life that he realized he was exactly like her. She was a manipulator. She was a backstabbing, uncaring, and very ungrateful person that cared for nothing other than herself. That’s where Isaac sits, and he almost hates himself for being like that. He can do exactly what his mother had done to him and his family. And even with that in the back of his mind, he still acts like her and is the same person. Of course Isaac could change, but being a manipulator has it’s perks. As usual, he has his friends that would bend their backs for him, and he could most likely get any girl in school if he wanted. (If he can’t get her, it’s a problem). He’s always finding ways to get into a physical or mental relationship with anyone, and won’t stop until he’s in for good.

Isaac is a heart breaker. He’s a teenage heart throb that throws around girls like rag dolls. He has a heart himself, but doesn’t associate his physical relationships with his true feelings. This gets him in a lot of trouble. All the girls that he’s had fun with usually want more, or think that there is more. This is a problem with Isaac, because Isaac is a self diagnosed nymphomaniac. He’s a womanizer, and a good one. Isaac really doesn’t like the fact that he ruins peoples lives, but again, he forgets about it and moves on. Isaac really does have a heart that has been worn down by his personality; he’s just too lazy to pick it up, and too uncaring. He often finds himself in a lot of trouble with his “girlfriends” but ultimately wins at his manipulation games again. He gives in a lot, and never thinks twice about it. If it’s making others happy, he’s all for it. He’ll do anything to avoid more drama, though his life is perpetually wrapped in it. If it’s going to cause him later trouble, he ignores it, or bounces around it.

Isaacs true feelings are something that NO ONE can touch. Only few have tapped into his heart, and they paid for it. Isaac can be very bipolar. For one moment, he’s a cute teddy bear, and the next, he’s a raging lunatic. If you mess with his feelings, then he’ll come right back at you ten fold. He doesn’t mess around. If he feels like you deserve a punishment, his wand is at the ready. That’s why Isaac has never really gotten close with anyone. Of course he has friends, but no one ever knows how he really feels. His family is definatly one of the only groups of people that can toy with his emotions, and they know not to, because he becomes belligerent and psychotic. His anger is an issue when it comes to people. He doesn’t like the fact that he can’t show his true feelings, because he knows he’s the type of person that someone would jump on his emotions right away. Showing them would make him vulnerable and weak.

Likes:
+ Swimming
+ Surfing
+ Women
+ Greece
+ Playing off peoples emotions
+ Manipulating
+ Being Alone
+ Potions
+ Cats
+ Hang Gliding
+ His Journal
+ Sex
+ His true family
+ Building
+ Exercise
+ House Pride
+ Individuality
+ Quick retorts
+ Hexing
+ Procrastination
+ Partying
+ Cooking
+ His happy Buzz

Dislikes:
– Overly Caring People
– Muggles
– Transfiguration
– Other houses (other than his own)
– Long Relationships
– Slow people
– Not getting what he wants
– Others being Selfish
– Cold Weather
– Dogs
– Crying
– His Biological Mother
– Rain
– Kites
– Fake people
– Peppiness
– Bad Hair
– Mudbloods
– Skars
– Memories




History:

Isaac James Nichols isn’t the true name of the baby that was floating down a beautiful and small Greek river. The baby was floating down the river on a small wooden raft wrapped in green leaves. The baby itself had a small brown blanket wrapped around its body and a note attached to the boat. The note read:

ISAAC

And was frilled around the edges from water splashing and then drying on it. Little baby Isaac was fast asleep and humming a soft tune through his cute button nose. The river had died down at the spot where Isaac had floated lightly to, and he was now not moving at all. The water was crystal clear underneath him and the tropical tree shade from above gave it a green tint. This was the pool of water that Thesia Nichols had been told about from his Greek grandfather. His Grandfather had told him that that was where he had taken his wife on their honeymoon. Thesia was barreling through the forest with his newly wedded wife, when he came to the edge of the water, giggling. His shirt had been torn off already and he was maneuvering his feet to get just the right pump for a jump into the beautiful water. As he laughed he looked behind him and screamed back to her, “YOU LOOSE!”, and jumped flimsily into the water. There was a loud splash and the scream of a baby. Thesia, completely unaware of the child, was swimming happily under the water and scanning through the clear liquid. It looked like he had scared all the fish away, but he wasn’t here for fishing today. He was here to spend the afternoon with Doreanne, his wife. As he came up excitedly out of the water, he looked around confused. There was a screaming that was infiltrating Thesia’s ear drums. His pulled his hands to his ears quickly and waded in the water with his legs. Frantically, he searched around for the creator of the noise. Finally, after splashing through the water, he saw it.

A small boat crafted out of dry tree bark and leaves was caught in a spiraling current on the side of the river. The tiny boat was spinning softly and the screams were blasting out of it. Thesia quickly yelled for Doreanne and swam feverently to the boat. Reaching it, he lightly grabbed the edge and peered in. It was a baby. A beautiful baby of maybe seven months. It rolled around harshly and screamed cries of distress. The baby’s eyes were squinted, and tears were streaming down it’s precious face. Thesia thought quickly. He didn’t know what to do. He’d just found a baby in a handmade boat on his honeymoon. Obviously he wasn’t going to leave it, but if he took it, it was obviously unwanted, and therefore had nowhere to go. Doreanne had finally reached the river, out of breath, to find Thesia caring for the baby. Isaac had calmed down, and was staring around with puckered lips and rosy cheeks. His Hazel eyes were dancing off of all the trees and tropical colors. Thesia looked up and Doreanne and explained to her how he had found him. Doreanne was just as awestruck as Thesia. Both had no idea what to do. Did they turn the baby in? But to where? They were no their honey moon. They knew nothing about Greece. The Island that they were on probably didn’t even have a police force. They were at a loss. They had stayed at the river for hours, discussing what they could do, and ultimately decided to take care of him until someone claimed him. Their honeymoon only lasted a week, so by that time, they had to figure out who the owner of baby Isaac was.

The week passed slowly with Isaac, and they’d fallen in love.

With Isaac, and Greece.

Thesia and Doreanne ultimately decided to stay in Greece with Isaac, and had never regretted their decisions. Thesia was a reach wizard, and had no problem buying a home on the Island for Doreanne, Isaac, and himself. The house was beautiful. Isaac grew up with the love of a family and had a fantastic childhood. Growing up on the Island wasn’t hard. Both Thesia and Doreanne were both Greek, but had grown up in England for school. Thesia had stayed in England after school for contracting houses, and working for the ministry as a side job. Doreanne didn’t work, and had been anticipating going back to Greece for a long time. All of their family was from Greece, and they thought Thesia finally came to the conclusion that it wouldn’t hurt if they’d stayed there. Isaac of course had to learn how to speak in Greek, but it was also easy because most of the natives spoke slight English. When Isaac finally received his letter to hogwarts, Thesia and Doreanne gave birth to the twins. Jillian and Dominic. The party that followed the twin’s birth and Isaacs acceptance was a long one. All of the family from all of Greece was there, and it lasted until three in the morning. Thesia and Doreanne were both cleaning and fooling around when there was a knock at the door.

The woman on the other side of the door was shabby looking. She had brown teeth, and bulging ears. Her face wasn’t disgusting, but it looked like it had aged ten years from stress or drug use. She spoke only little English, but she spoke it seductively when she did. She’d asked for a place to stay, and a glass of water. Of course Thesia wasn’t going to deny her something. She looked like she truly needed it. But Doreanne looked displeased with her. Like she was hiding something. Sure enough, the haggard woman revealed the one thing that Thesia and Doreanne were not expecting. She was Isaac’s mother, and her name was Esterope. The conversation lasted through the night, as Esterope confessed everything that had happened the last twelve years. She had been raped thirteen years before, and when she had given birth to the child, she could not care for it. The only way to dispose of him was sending him down the river. Doreanne was disgusted with Esterope. No matter what Esterope believed, Doreanne believed that you should always care for your child, and never abandon them. Thesia had thought the opposite, and welcomed Esterope into their lives. That whole summer, Esterope visited for weeks at a time, and got to know Isaac. At first, Isaac didn’t like her. But she became caring and loving for him.

Isaac returned home after his first year to the same schedule. Esterope stayed for weeks at a time, mooching off of the Nichols for their money and house to get closer to Isaac. But something was different this summer. . .There was a hidden rivalry going on between Esterope and Doreanne. There were little fights and arguments, until finally, one night turned for the worst.

Isaac was up in his room, doing his summer homework when he’d heard it. There was a loud scream and shouting. He’d dropped everything and ran to the top of the stairs to look down into the foyer of the house and see Doreanne and Esterope fighting. Their shouts were lapping over each other, so Isaac couldn’t really make out what they were screaming. Until finally Esterope stopped.

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE, ESTEROPE! You’ve already taken what you will, but you can’t have my son. . .” There was nothing but Doreanne’s scream. It was completely silent throughout the house. Isaac waited for something else to happen. A door slam. Maybe more shouting? But nothing followed his mothers scream except silence. Finally after minutes of anticipation, he heard her say it. Doreanne said the one thing that Esterope wouldn’t deal with.
“He’s not your son.” There was a blinding flash of green light, and then a loud scream. Esterope killed Doreanne. Thesia was out at work, and there was no way to contact him except running and getting him, but Isaac wouldn’t leave Jillian and Dominic for Esterope to kill, so he ran into the twins room and hid. He heard the top of the stairs squeak, and then the sound of a door opening. Isaac was petrified. He hadn’t cried so hard in his entire life, and couldn’t believe what was happening. He didn’t want to die, and he wanted his mother back. Isaac sat back, crying by the twins’ crib. He had to do something, but he didn’t know what. Pulling out his wand, he quickly ran through possible scenarios in his mind. Before he knew it, Esterope was at the door, and her wand was stuck out in front of her.
“I should have never had YOU!” she screamed, and her wand arm was flying through the air. Isaac was quick. He brought up his wand arm and shouted “PETRIFICUS TOTALUS” before Esterope could make another move. Her body was stunned and petrified, and her frame was stuck in one position. Thinking quickly, he gather up the twins and ran for the front doors.

It was a sad summer. Thesia had come home to discover Doreanne dead, and Isaac hiding with the twins in the woods. Thesia had never been so hurt, or so angered. Esterope had entered their lives and they’d let her come in willingly. They’d opened every door, and this was the outcome. Thesia wouldn’t stand for this. He’d taken out his wand, and had stormed back to the house after Isaac told him where Esterope was. The house wasn’t very visible from the woods where Isaac hid, but he did see the same bright, flash of green light he’d seen when Esterope did her bidding with Doreanne, and knew that it was over.

Isaac went back to school a different person. He went back depressed, and angered. His heart was now closed, and didn’t do any bidding, and his overall character had been shifted into darkness.



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And Finally - -

I, Bird, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Narcissa Black]

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