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Advanced Roleplay / Re: losing control // private plotting
« on: May 22, 2017, 07:53:37 PM »
tracking with izaac

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IZAAC JAMES TAYLOR
you
are
simply
the
best
and
deserve
the
world
"i don't expect you to understand why i recoil when you extend your arms and hands, why i brace for impact within the trajectory of your touch. it is warm, and i am cold. it is wind, and i am stone."

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Advanced Roleplay / pull out your heart // private + meg
« on: May 22, 2017, 12:16:21 AM »
Beeeeeeeeeep.

And just like that, classes had ended. Hundreds of adolescents poured from too-small classrooms, chattering all at once, the voices melding together into a highly irritating cacophony. Izaac followed suit, picking up a single black binder and striding out into the hallway with a sense of purpose, although he had no idea where he intended to go. Someone spoke to him, perhaps a teacher or one of his many friends (hmph, more like leeches), but the platinum haired boy was paying them no mind. Snakes, all of them. Izaac could do absolutely nothing in a class all year and still end with an A, simply because the teachers feared his father's wrath. As for the main student body, everyone either wanted to sleep with him or use him for his money and connections, or a combination of both. People only treated him based on his family's wealth and his physical appearance - it was highly irritating.

Granted, the heir to the Taylor wealth presented very few opportunities for anyone to get to know him. While he criticized his peers and his educators for being fake, Izaac, too, rarely showed his true colors. Which was a shame, really, because then he might actually have real friends. What everyone saw was exactly what everyone expected to see: a handsome rich boy who sleep with a new person every night, slacked off in class, treated everyone with an icy disregard, and possessed the world at his fingertips. He attended parties, but those bored him. He hung with the populars, but he disliked every single one of them (including himself). He forced the nerds to let him copy off of their work, despite the fact that he did all of his own homework and was an excellent student, contrary to popular belief. Such was his life - maintaining appearances. It was a very lonely existence.

Cold blue eyes flickered across the crowd, looking but not truly seeing. People cleared the way for him as he walked, making way for the King of the school, cowering at his feet. Pathetic. He would much rather people openly show their distaste for him - at least life would be less boring, that way. Long limbs propelled the slender male down the wood-floored hallways with an almost feline sort of grace. Normally, at the end of the school day, Izaac would be lurking with the other Populars on the front steps - drinking vodka from water bottles and trash talking whatever little worms caused them even the slightest inconvenience earlier in the day - but today, he had other plans. Izaac was nearly at his limit for the toxic, self-absorbed pricks that populated his "friend" group, so he required a little escape so to recharge and prevent any cracks in his cold, disconnected facade. If people started to think that he had feelings, well, that would just ruin everything. It was better everyone just viewed him as some kind of minor god, because that way there was at least some sort of boundary between him and the rest of the student body.

Anyways, the boy slipped out of one of the side doors and made his way to his favorite spot: an old willow tree growing in one of the more deserted areas of the courtyard and a single bench resting beneath it. It was out of place for such a high class, industrial area; maybe that was why he loved it so much. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he sank down upon the bench. Izaac may have abandoned his usual crowd for the day, but that did not mean he had to forsake his habits, too. It was not long before the blond haired male raised a clear bottle to his lips, taking a hearty swig. Anyone that knew anything about Izaac Taylor would know that it was vodka and not water, but he put on a very convincing act. So habitual was this practice that he was not even fazed by the terrible taste of straight alcohol. Almost like he was trying to poison himself to death.

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CHARACTER NOTES
  • a 17 year old senior at SPA. one of the more popular/rich kids at school, although he hates it
  • his father is the owner of a major law firm in the area. basically, the lawyers of everyone else in the area
  • his family is long established in the area, a mixture of old money and a successful law firm. izaac's mother died during childbirth, and growing up he always suspected that his father blamed him for her death. as an only child, he was raised by nannies rather than his dad, as mr. taylor was more interested in the success of his law firm rather than raising his son. this early neglect led to many childhood problems, where izaac lashed out in attempts to get his father's attention. eventually, that stopped working too. upon entering junior high, he realized that those attempts were futile and just... gave up.
  • his life is lavish, but monotonous and boring.
  • it is in junior high when he first started getting into photography. freshman year, his art teacher recognized his talents and tried to get him to enter a competition, but when his dad found out, lets just say that Izaac never again practiced it in public.
  • Izaac is the stereotypical rich kid. He comes off as ice cold, and many people believe that he sees himself as better than everyone else. Iz regards most people coldly, lacking much emotion unless you belong to his small circle of friends. But just because he is in the popular group does not mean he likes them very much. He does not like most people, in fact. Going to such a prestigious school has led to a demographic of all highly intelligent and highly talented students. And frankly, Izaac is bored with it all. He is bored with people trying to suck up to the handsome rich boy, tired of people pretending to like him just because his father is powerful, tired of everyone's stupid games. Izaac is very cynical, and because of his lack of care, he tends to get into trouble. He gets good grades just so his dad leaves him alone, but beyond that he has a reputation of sleeping around and breaking hearts. He shows up at parties only to get pleasantly buzzed before leaving to spend time at home by himself. He harbors a secret love for photography and art, however. It is his own little secret - the one thing that the whole world does not know about him. He is really quite good at it too, but he does not plan to pursue a career in it because his megalomaniac father is already grooming him to inherit the family business. Izaac goes through his daily life, hoping that someone that breaks the common mold will find him and free him from his boredom. Someone that he can talk to about art, about philosophy. Someone who is not offended by his dry humor. He does not expect to find them though, mostly because his reputation as a terrible person precedes him.
  • hates himself and everyone else too; thinks everyone is fake


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BASICS;
PRESENT NAME izaac james taylor
NICKNAMES iz, taylor, asshole, his highness
GENDER cisgender male
ACCEPTED PRONOUNS he/him
PHYSICAL AGE seventeen
BIRTHDAY october 31st + scorpio

APPEARANCE;
izaac is every person's dream guy. he is tall, standing at 6'2" with a lean build; akin to a model's physique. pale skin and platinum blond hair

▪ POSTURE
▪ GAIT

▪ SCARS
▪ MODIFICATIONS
▪ ACCESSORIES

▪ PHYSICAL STRENGTHS
▪ PHYSICAL WEAKNESSES
▪ PHYSICAL HEALTH

PERSONALITY;
▪ POSITIVE TRAITS
▪ NEUTRAL TRAITS
▪ NEGATIVE TRAITS

▪ PERSONALITY

▪ MENTAL DISORDERS

▪ MBTI CODE
▪ ENNEAGRAM TYPE
▪ ALIGNMENT

▪ FEARS + PHOBIAS

▪ LIKES
▪ DISLIKES
▪ TRIGGERS

▪ HABITS

▪ MENTAL HEALTH
▪ EMOTIONAL HEALTH
▪ MENTAL STRENGTH
▪ EMOTIONAL STRENGTH

THIS OR THAT;
▪ PASSIVE OR AGGRESSIVE
▪ CAUTIOUS OR CARELESS
▪ LEFT OR RIGHT
▪ BOLD OR SHY
▪ LOGIC OR EMOTION
▪ INTROVERTED OR EXTROVERTED
▪ OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC
▪ HEAD OR HEART

▪ CONSCIENTIOUSNESS
▪ AGREEABLENESS
▪ NEUROTICISM
▪ OPENNESS
▪ EXTROVERSION

▪ RESERVED OR OUTGOING
▪ DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE
▪ CARELESS OR SERIOUS
▪ SENSITIVE OR TOUGH
▪ TRUSTING OR SUSPICIOUS
▪ RELAXED OR TENSE

HISTORY;
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ROMANTICS;
▪ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION
▪ SEXUAL ORIENTATION
▪ PREFERENCES

▪ LIBIDO
▪ AFFECTION
▪ BEHAVIOUR

RELATIONSHIPS;
▪ CURRENT STATUS
▪ CRUSHES
▪ "MAYBE" CRUSHES
▪ GENERATION
▪ PARENTS
▪ LITTERMATES

▪ BEST FRIEND
▪ FRIENDS

▪ ARCHENEMY
▪ ENEMIES

FAMILY;
▪ RELATIONSHIP WITH MOTHER
▪ RELATIONSHIP WITH FATHER
▪ RELATIONSHIP WITH CRUSH

OTHER;
▪ HEADCANONS
▪ GOALS
▪ HOPES + DREAMS

▪ FUTURE PLOTS

▪ BUCKET LIST

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this is the storage for all things izaac taylor. he will be n the high school au with the batfam. feel free to track or pm me to plot

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