Post by isaac brooks on Jul 8, 2012 8:39:33 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
ISAAC.ALEXANDER.BROOKS.
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ISAAC.ALEXANDER.BROOKS.
sup, my name is SAM
been breathing air for NINETEEN years now
but only been living for SEVEN
you can drop me a line by PMing me here
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: Zack, Brooks
age: Twenty-Five
birthday: 14th May
gender: Male
orientation: Heterosexual
occupation: High School Teacher - History
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justwait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/SIZE] take a breath of air before you faint
height: 5'11
weight: 194lbs
build Putting on a few - not that he'd admit it
eyes: An unremarkable pale green, but friendly
hair: Short, brown, kind of curly when he forgets to get it cut
distinguishing features: He'd say it's his beard, which ranges from scruff to mild cabin fever. His mom would say it's the lack of a ring on his finger, that or the bags under his eyes.
tattoos and piercings: He got a tattoo of a mermaid in college, but he's since had it removed, so he has slight scarring on his right shoulder as a pleasant reminder
personal style: Work dictates he wear a suit and tie, so Monday to Friday that's what he's usually seen in. Left to his own devices he swings between smart-casual dress-shirt/slack combos and ex-frat-boy hoodies/jeans, depending on how much of an effort he feels like making.
appearance: He's not the kind of guy who exudes confidence with every step, but he's not exactly a shrinking violet either. His high school and college career as a jock have given him a habit of making eye contact with most people he passes, as well as nodding his head to a lot of them. Now he's joined the adult world he's only prone to bursts of exuberance, and his demeanour is typically quiet, but not in an antisocial way.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/SIZE]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: Deliberate stupidity, religion, social networks, people who don't try, clothes that don't fit, electronic music, conservatives, controlling people, comfort eating, lying.
strengths: Sense of humour, work ethic, keeping the peace, helping others, idealistic.
weaknesses: Tends to act before thinking, avoids confrontation, somewhat forgetful, a pushover, overly-confident.
greatest fear: Having to take care of his brother for the rest of his life after his parents die.
greatest desire: Financial independence from his parents by paying them back for getting him through college.
habits and quirks: Licks his lips when nervous, doodles when he's not concentrating, very protective of his kitchen.
overall personality:
If Isaac had to describe himself in one word, he'd probably choose 'miracle' out of cynicism rather than arrogance. An anomaly in his family, Isaac prides himself on being open-minded and approachable, despite his incredibly dry sense of humour. To look at him you'd probably assume he was who never grew up, which is funny because even though his appearance doesn't often show it, he strives to be as mature as possible. He enjoys responsibility, particularly when it comes to himself, although he doesn't enjoy being the organiser, instead he prefers to just do grunt work. He takes his job as a teacher very seriously, and it's his biggest passion in life, even if it sometimes feels like he's talking to a room of blank faces.
Isaac's moral compass is fairly straightforward, at least when it comes to the standards he sets himself. He's well aware that life is far more gray than black and white, so he tries not to judge other people as much as is humanly possible. He finds that when he sits down to think about problems he goes round in circles, so he prefers to be practical about solutions by getting things done. A social creature, he prefers company to solitude, and firmly believes that to the victor goes the spoils. As such, he'd much rather regret having done something than regret not trying. He's one for jumping off of cliffs and building his wings on the way down.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/SIZE]we ain't fighting nothing
father: Fergus, 56, Grocery Store Owner
siblings: James, 28, Telemarketing
extended family: Daniel and Olive, Uncle and Aunt
pets: N/A
nationality: American
birthplace: Cambridge, MA
history:
Isaac's father grew up in Ireland, in the very traditional sense. A thorough Catholic, he moved to the east coast in his late twenties in the hope of starting an enterprise. Life never quite pans out as people hope, though, and he settled for setting up his own grocery store instead. He married Isaac's mother after only knowing her for a few months, and they quickly had two sons. First was James, and Isaac second.
Even from a young age, Isaac knew he didn't quite fit in with his family. His mother really did try, and she was the one that Isaac was closest to growing up. When he started school, it seemed like he had everything going for him; he was intelligent, and good at sports, too. He pushed himself for a variety of reasons, but mostly it was to differentiate himself. Following in his brother's less-than-stellar footsteps, Isaac often felt as though he had to prove himself, like he was guilty by relation. As in most families with a problem child, they drew the majority of the parents' focus. Isaac was mostly left to his own devices, and as such grew up faster than his peers.
In Isaac's junior year, his brother was diagnosed with severe Aspergers Syndrome, which caused his antisocial behaviour. Isaac has long since struggled with his feelings towards his brother, swinging between sympathy and bitterness. Throughout high school he managed to keep up a facade, though, and was successful on the football pitch and in the classroom. Now his motivation was earning a sport or academic scholarship for college, because he knew there was no way his parents would be able to send him. His 3.8 GPA afforded him a place at Bates Liberal Arts College, where he majored in History and minored in Gender Studies. Even with a scholarship he had to take of significant student loans, and his parents contributed a sizeable amount too. After finishing his degree he returned home for a few months, but by that point he felt only a tenuous connection to his family. Knowing that he needed to move out or go insane, he started applying for teaching positions on the east coast, but away from his hometown. Having ended up in Miami, Isaac's got his sights set on paying off his parents and his student loans, as well as maybe starting a family of his own...
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/SIZE]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
Isaac wasn't about to admit it to anyone, but he really enjoyed the rain here. There was something about how it usually fell in short, sharp bursts that appealed to him. Like it stayed just long enough to splash color back into the plants, but not long enough to stop you actually doing anything. He did think it would get in the way of barbecues this time of year, though. Then again, most of the complaints he overheard were from girls who had obviously spent quite a lot of time on their hair that morning, which wasn't exactly something he could relate to.
He grinned to himself, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets as looked up at the palm tree that currently providing him meagre shelter. It was doing the job, at least. He cast his gaze down to the waterfront, where the few surfers unlucky enough to get caught in the shower were paddling back to shore as quickly as possible. One wetsuit clad guy jogged past Isaac, his board in hand.
"Unlucky bro!" he called out after him, unable to stop himself. It just amused him how that guy had gone out that morning into the ocean, and yet as soon as it rained he tried to find somewhere dry. That sort of attitude was a mystery to him. He got why people wouldn't want to risk staying in the ocean and getting washed out by the storm tide, but as far as Isaac was concerned, if you were going to put on a wetsuit, you might as well enjoy the rain while you were at it.
He grinned to himself, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets as looked up at the palm tree that currently providing him meagre shelter. It was doing the job, at least. He cast his gaze down to the waterfront, where the few surfers unlucky enough to get caught in the shower were paddling back to shore as quickly as possible. One wetsuit clad guy jogged past Isaac, his board in hand.
"Unlucky bro!" he called out after him, unable to stop himself. It just amused him how that guy had gone out that morning into the ocean, and yet as soon as it rained he tried to find somewhere dry. That sort of attitude was a mystery to him. He got why people wouldn't want to risk staying in the ocean and getting washed out by the storm tide, but as far as Isaac was concerned, if you were going to put on a wetsuit, you might as well enjoy the rain while you were at it.
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IWANTED TO BE ME !
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