STERLING, issac matthew

ISSAC MATTHEW STERLING ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Issac Matthew Sterling
( NICKNAMES ) : none at the moment
( SEX ) : male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Muggleborn
( AGE & DOB ) : August 23 - 16
( YEAR ) : Sixth Year
( HOUSE ) : Hufflepuff
( CANON? ) : No
( OCCUPATION ) : Student
( AFFILIATION ) : Neutral
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : 10 3/4 inches, Cherry wood, with a unicorn mane hair core, it is unyeilding with a beautiful shine, but plainly carved.

( LIKES ) :

• Muscle Cars
  
• Books
  
• Writing
  
• Solitude
  
• Good Food
  

( DISLIKES ) :

• Crowds
  
• Divination and Ancient Runes (they're hard for him)
  
• Cats (they make him nervous)
  
• The Slytherin House (they pick on him a lot)
  
• The color Yellow.
  

( STRENGTHS ) :

• Very Loyal
  
• Strong Understanding of Muggle Things
  
• Fantastic at Charms
  

( WEAKNESSES ) :

• Daydreamer (he can't focus)
  
• Can barely talk to women
  
• Worrisome
  

( AMORTENTIA ) :

• Motor Oil
  
• Women's Perfume
  
• Pine Scent
  
• Fresh Rain
  

( RIDDIKULUS! ) : He's terrified of Vampires.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Issac is close with his mother and father, so his best memory was the first time when both him and his father finished working on a Mustang.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : The first Christmas away from home, because his parents could not afford the travel fees, nor take time off of work.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : To be in Gryffindor.
( PERSONALITY ) : Issac has always relied on himself to get things done. Shy by nature, Issac has never been one to go out of his way to ask for anything. Growing up in a low income household he has always accepted the fact that he would never get anything he really wanted thus he is quick to give up on dreams that seem out of reach or impossible. Issac had really never set himself to anything until the day his owl came. To Issac, the best things in life would be housed in the Gryffindor common room. infatuated with the idea that someone could be a brave lion, a hero to the people and someone everyone relied on. Issac was quickly shot down by the fact he was sorted into Hufflepuff however and has resented it ever since.

Issac keeps to himself, finding more comfort alone with a book that in the company of any witch or wizard. Still, issac makes the best of everything. With standards low he sets out to make his way in the world, hoping for opportunity to come knocking on his door rather than look for it. Issac isn't without his redeeming qualities however, the few people he has grown close to couldn't have a better friend. Issac is loyal, plain and simple. Gladly letting friends copy off his charms notes as long as it helps them to succeed.

( HAIR ) : Chin Length Brownish Black Hair, normally disheveled.
( EYES ) : Brown eyes that look almost black when not in direct sunlight. They're very soft and open, but behind those little windows lie a fear of the unknown.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : His cheeks are very pronounced and his chin juts out just a little. lips are very round and his nose has a roman arch to it, all thanks to his mother and her greek heritage.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Issac is very lean in stature, with a little bit of muscle, but he is not by any means strong. He is about Five Foot Eleven Inches tall, and he weighs in at 170 lbs.
( ATTIRE ) : When not in school attire, he normally wears a pair of dark blue jeans, usually oil stains and a plain t-shirt and leather jacket. Which he got from his father for his 16th birthday.
( PLAY-BY ) : Ryan Cyr

( PARENTS ) :

• Lukas Jonathan Sterling, 35 years old, muggle, Auto Mechanic
  
• Hail Isis Sterling (Circe), 35 years old, muggle, Psychiatrist

( SIBLINGS ) : none
( OTHERS ) :

• Mallory Sterling, Aunt, Muggle
  
• Lorrie Sterling, Grandmother, deceased
  
• Erick Sterling, Grandfather, deceased

( HISTORY ) : Issac was born and raised in the Seattle-Metro area of Washington state. His mother was born in Athens, Greece but was moved to America in her early toddler years. Lukas, his father, was born in Venice, Italy, but his family was moved to Los Angeles California due to work. Both Lukas and Hali attended school at the University of Washington, and in the middle of their freshman year, Hali happened to get pregnant with Issac. By no means would his parents be hindered by this mess, instead they made the most of it.

Raising their son while attending school was difficult, but their got through it. Hali achieved her Bachelors in Psychology, and Lukas earned his Bachelors in Engine Science, even with a young son they were successful in gaining their dreams. The couple are not rich by any means, but they get by. Living on the outskirts of Seattle, they got positions in their selected industries, but money has always been tight. Hali has few clients and works two jobs, and Lukas gets paid only a small amount in compairison even as a manager for an Auto Shop.

When Issac turned eleven he recieved a letter from the Salem Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardy by hand. It was both terrifying and exciting for Issac. A member from the Ministry of Magic, or whatever they call themselves. Explained all about it, but Hali and Lukas were still hesitant. When they were welcomed into the North American version of Diagon Alley all the questions they had were answered. Hali and Lukas both said yes to the letter, why not let their son exceed at something different for a change?

Time did not prove to be on his side. Only attending the Salem Institute for one week, Hali and Lukas began to struggle and had to move out of the States. His mother now working full-time out of the Netherlands and his father searching for work, Issac was transferred to Hogwarts, a few weeks after term began.

And thus, Issac Matthew Sterling had arrived to Hogwarts by means of the Hogwarts Express and Carriage. He was sorted into Hufflepuff, a house that he now despises because of his hopes to be in Gryffindor upon hearing about the houses on the train. He hated the sounds of Slytherin, which was just, and Ravenclaw seemed like it was for stuck-up smart people, as viewed from a few students, Hufflepuff felt like it was under appreciated and Gryffindor, well everyone who was in their right mind wished to be a lion.

( ALIAS ) : Paul
( AGE ) : 24
( EXPERIENCE ) : Five years
( CONTACT INFO ) : PM
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Vel and Kara
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : Atlas Giovanni from The Chapters - Chapter Seven

Atlas stood shaking the hand of the man in front of him. "Thanks Ethan, you really know how to keep my ass out of the fire." Smiling he adjusted the suit he wore. Nice and elegant but the pinned sleeve threw the mix off. He was used to it, the looks and questions. He liked to change the story of how he lost his arm. Sometimes it was a aspen skiing accident, another he fought lions in the jungle. "See you next time?" Ethan shook his head.

"Hopefully not as bad as it sounds. In my line of work seeing me often ends up being put into a camp or under surveillance. Just try not to get into any trouble.

Atlas grinned, "Now now, who would pay off that house of yours if I kept a clean record." turning Atlas grabbed the long coat that hung by the door. "Well I'm off, places to see people to meet. Don't worry I won't miss a checkup this month I promise." Giving Ethan a wave Atlas flung the coat over his shoulders and pressed out through the stuffy office of the city courthouse and out into the London air. Looking down the street both ways he waited for the familiar sight of a taxi. He wasn't in a hurry, so he light a smoke and waited. Terrible habit, he thought to himself. No, not to him. His lungs could process the chemicals and expel them at a rate where he would barely notice. He smiled to himself. Conversations like that reminded him of his parents. Mom would kill him for smoking, dad would evaluate his risk and probability of injury, find it obsolete and then scold him for something so undignified. Yes that's exactly what would happen, but then he would blame it on the fact that grandad used to smoke and it looked cool. That was a long time ago. The fall seemed to shatter everything he knew and standing where he was it seemed like another lifetime since then.

Marius had been defeated only to be replaced by Keith Verdugo. The memory burned him, but the war wasn't the problem anymore. Yes the war caused much more of a problem than we could foresee at the time. Hiding the battle in Germany was impossible. The authorities had no idea what to make of a medical style battle and the death toll they put in that field. After the battle the governments of the world learned that Vampires walked among them. They feared the vampires and reacted. It started with dissolving all title, rank, ownership and even rights of marriage and relationship. They said that they were unlawful and dangerous. It was Rod who stood up to take the blame. At first they thought he would serve life in prison or be executed, but the solution the world came back with was to put him down. They learned that vampires hibernated when they became a certain age, to be woken again in times of need.

With that knowledge the worlds governments decided to put down all family heads. Rod, Vincent, Lucien and many others were forced into chemically induced hibernation until the world was ready to deal with the threat. This left Oliver and Addie in charge of the Giovanni family. It was a dark time, the loss of our leaders, even Adalrick and Vicente had to lay down. The world recoiled, afraid of our kind they protested our existence. A year later the United Nations, now banded against vampire kind and put forth the decision that any vampire that had any connection the any of the events in Germany, Europe or America would be put down. After fighting for our rights, Addie and Oliver along with many others convinced the UN that if they and a handful of others that participated in the war went down, vampires could live on. So that left us with a few choices. Go down, agree to government demands and supervision or flee. Atlas was safe, for he was deemed 'unable to cause sufficient harm and therefore free from hibernation or containment. He did however need to agree to supervision by the government, something he had a hard time doing.

The taxi pulled to the side of the road with a wave. Dripping Atlas sat. "1364 Norburry please." He said to the man up front. The cab smelled of alcohol and sweat. A curse of vampire kind, humans smelled like hell. The cab pulled away from the curb and Atlas listened to the radio in the front. He had it on the news, and that was in Atlas' favor. Scanning the inside of the cab he saw the small, hand written note taped to the plastic separating the driver from passenger. 'No rides for vampires.' Atlas shrugged off the insult. This was an everyday thing now. The funny part was most humans couldn't tell a vampire from anyone else by sight alone. As long as Atlas didn't exclaim to the man who he was things would be fine.

Along the side of the road he passed shops and bars with 'NO VAMPS' or 'NO SUPERNATURALS' in bold letters. No, werewolves weren't safe from the wave of fear, in fact many of them took to hiding in the woods back in the packs where they came from. The once proud O'Mara clan, the very same his mother was from, was back in Ireland and not going anywhere. Shifters took the least of the attacks. Under blood scanners they looked human, and in a pinch they just poofed into birds or mice and were gone in seconds. That's why Atlas loved shifters. They could get anything done and the alliance was stronger than ever. Speaking of, Atlas was expecting a little bird any day now.

The cab slowed to a stop and Atlas paid the man. He was a few blocks from his true destination, but the rain felt good on his skin and a little walk never hurt anybody, except Lucien, but that was more of an inside joke now. As he walked he spotted small fliers on each door. More anti-vampire activists he thought. Sure enough as he jumped up the steps he pulled a flier off the door. Clouds and sunbeams adorned the front of it. 'A church safe from the devils among us.' the front proclaimed. Atlas wanted to tear it in half, but alas he only had one arm. Fiddling with his keys he looked around the quiet street.

The door opened with a creek and he tossed the flier on a table by the door with the others. Hanging his coat he turned to his right. Stairs led up to a second level where he usually slept, but he had work to do after all. Heading into the kitchen he slapped together a couple of sandwiches. Nothing special, and nothing close to what he would have wanted only eight years before, but they would work for now. Heading back towards the front door he came to a wall.Balancing the plate on one knee he Felt the smooth paint for the slightest deviation from the norm. There it was, he pressed and a small panel flipped over. With a turn the door swung inwards and he descended. It was like his own little batcave right in the middle of the city.

A wave of warm air and the smell of old food hit him. "Ya know I really need to get a shredder, and a better secret door, I'm thinking something a little less secret like an easier handle to find. Oh, maybe we can get one of those lampshade handles like in the movies." Atlas smiled as the only light in the room was from the computers. He slid the plate down next to the girl curled up in the chair, intent on something on the main screen. "Games? Sheesh what do I pay you for.....oh wait." Atlas sunk into a leather armchair, sandwich in hand. "So, anything new?"