MASTERS, Isaac Micheal

[ISAAC MICHEAL MASTERS]

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ISAAC MICHEAL MASTERS ;
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I'm the new cancer,
Never looked better,
You can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips,
"When did he get all confident?"


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G E N E R A L ;
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NAME • Isaac Micheal Masters
AGE • Seventeen
BIRTHDATE • 8/28
SEXUALITY • Bisexual
GRADE • 12
TEACHER • no
PLAY BY • Chris Pine

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P E R S O N ;
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LIKES • Flirting, classic rock, reading, dogs, guitar, photography, cooking, singing, pranking and causing havoc.
DISLIKES • Being helpless, cats, hot weather, cleaning, talking about feelings, alcohol, oversleeping, his family.
FEARS • Death, blood, his father, confined spaces, putting his trust in someone.
GOALS • Isaac is striving to overcome his mistrust in general and make some actual friends.
HABITS • Constant humming, tapping, scratches at neck when nervous.
OVERALL • Isaac is quite mistrustful of people, although he hides it under a give-‘em-hell attitude and a love for doing the opposite of what people expect of him. He is always grinning and joking about anything and everything, no matter how serious it might be. He is a fantastic guitarist with a decent voice, and isn’t afraid to let anyone he’s interested in know how awesome he is.

To some, he may come across as an idiot troublemaker with too much time on his hands, but with his near-genius level IQ, observant personality, and family problems, he’s a lot more than that. He’d do anything to keep people from finding out the truth, and he’d prefer that they thought that about him than know where he really gets his bruises.

Isaac is protective of anyone he does trust, but he hasn’t had anyone who fit that bill in a long time. He is careless and willing to stick up for the underdog, no matter what, because he sees himself in them although they might not understand why until they know him.

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H I S T O R Y ;
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HOMETOWN • city, state/country
MOTHER • Sara-Jane Masters - 42
FATHER • Matthew Masters - 46
SIBLINGS • None
PETS • None
WORST MEMORY • It all started eight years ago, the very first time Isaac’s father locked him in an old chest in the basement for accidentally breaking the china on top of the fireplace. He was stuck in there for almost four hours, screaming and begging for help before he finally was let out. His fingers were bloodied from where he had tried to claw his way free, and his face was covered in tears. His body was cramped from being curled up in the small space. From then on out, every time his dad got angry at him, he would beat him until he was bloody and then lock him into the chest for hours on end.
BEST MEMORY • Isaac’s best memory was when he was fourteen, and his father had left town for a business trip for a week. He had the house to himself and had taken advantage of it, being free from life for the entire week. He went out almost every night, meeting new people and began to construct his new persona. He enjoyed himself for the first time in years, and finally found out how he would be able to be around people without them finding about his life.
OVERALL • Isaac’s small family was beginning to raise suspicions for the local authorities. He came to school bruised and often limping, or with a split lip or black eye. At first, the teachers brushed it off as him being a trouble-maker. But it became more obvious, so before anything could be confirmed, they moved.

On Isaac’s seventeenth birthday, his father and mother uprooted his life, dragging him off to a new school to some god-forsaken city in Illinois. He didn’t want to go, but he knew where arguing with his father got him, and so went along without comment.

On the way to Chicago, his father rolled the car, killing his mother instantly and breaking Isaac’s left arm. His father, the moment they reached the town, blamed him for her death and locked him in the chest for almost a day. By the time he was let out again, he was hungry, thirsty and terrified, but did his best to hide it as he went to school the very next day.

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S A M P L E ;
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Isaac shifted carefully, the thin grey tee-shirt rubbing in all the wrong ways on his torso as he edged in through the narrow doorway, hoping to avoid his father as he hefted the four grocery bags through the door and onto the floor by the kitchen. No luck. The man was lounging in the couch, empty beer cans littered around him, and one wrapped in his pudgy fingers.

The man eyed him spitefully from his position, an unpleasant sneer on his greasy face. His short-buzzed brown hair framed a rather square, blunt jaw. Small green eyes glared at him, suspicious and piggy. Isaac didn’t like his father’s eyes. He felt lucky that he resembled his mother more, with his blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

He uncrossed his arms, his fingers rubbing across his neck in an unconscious gesture of discomfort. His bright blue eyes flickered to the side, and his tongue darted across his lips as he tried to think up an excuse for his being late home with the car. He carefully set the keys down on the coffee table, wondering when his dorm would be ready and he wouldn’t have to worry about this.

“Where the hell were you at, boy?” His father’s gravelly voice snarled at him from the sunken way he was sprawled on the couch. Crap. Crap crap crap crap. Isaac’s tongue prodded at his lip again as he pasted a placating grin on his own features.

“Nowhere dad, I was just… I mean, I was getting groceries for us,” he said, picking the bags up from the ground where he had abandoned them in his entry. He scuffed his converse against the wood planks, looking down carefully. He was reminded of an aggressive dog. Don’t look it in the eye and it might, just might not tear your throat out.

His dad gave him a measured look, scowling unpleasantly, but finally, after giving Isaac just the right amount of time to begin to get nervous, nodded. “Good. Put it away and get out of here,” he grunted, going back to nursing at his beer.

With a silent sigh of relief, Isaac scrambled into the kitchen and swiftly put them up before slipping up to his room. A random thought crossed his mind. He wondered wryly if he could get away with leaving earlier, to head to school early and maybe just hang out in the city instead of being here.
But he shoved it away. With his luck, he would just get mugged or something the moment he got there.

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