#isaac bones

OUT OF CHARACTER

Introduction: Jenny, 24, She/her, back in the good ole EST

Activity: 7-8/10, I’ve moved home from school and am applying to jobs, so I’ve got a good amount of time on my hands.

How did you find us? OG Crew <3 But originally through the Harry Potter RP tag.

Anything else? I’ve missed you guys so so much <3

IN CHARACTER

Desired character: Isaac Louis Bones

+ Isaac -> “he will laugh”, of Hebrew origins

+ Louis -> “renowned warrior”, of German and French origins,

Birthday / star sign: 10 March 1950 / Aries

Occupation: Isaac used to be a Curse Breaker for Gringotts, but transferred to a desk job after his sister’s abduction in order to become more involved with war efforts.

Faceclaim: Oliver Jackson-Cohen, or Dan Stevens if he doesn’t fit.

Reason for chosen character:

I had been contemplating Isaac even before I had to leave before. At first, I loved the idea of having siblings on different sides of the war, and having to manoeuvre the complications that came with that. However, now with the latest plot drop and the change to Amelia’s character, this brings a different, but still very intriguing plot should someone come and pick her up! More specifically to Isaac, I have yet to play a character like him. I’ve tended to stick more to lawful good or lawful evil characters before, so playing someone who falls mostly into the chaotic good category is something that would help me broaden the realm of characters I right, and helping me personally grow as a writer.

Having spent the first part of his life an only child, Isaac has had to make adjustments ever since the birth of his sister. So much that it became second nature to him for a long time. He’s had to supress a lot of his discomfort and internal discord because of this. This has created a very guarded, almost two-sided character: the jovial, loving and devoted son, and the hardened, cynical soldier. He works very hide to keep these two sides from ever meeting, or revealing themselves at the wrong time. With the recent change in his sister, this is becoming increasingly hard for him, though he is questioning whether it’s time to show both sides to his sister, as a sign that the two could possibly live in harmony.

Preferred ships // Character sexuality // Gender & Pronouns: Isaac is male, preferring he/his pronouns. He is bisexual, biromantic, with a slight preference for women. This is a vague label, but he prefers not to label anything these days, as romance is far from his priorities at the moment. Barring the right person, that is.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER

Trait expansion:

✓Jovial

Despite throwing himself into the war, Isaac loves the rare times were he and his friends let loose. He loves finding ways to lift peoples’ spirits when the time called for it, loving finding the individual ways to crack each persons’ smile. While he could tend to seem ruthless, those close to him know that for the most part, he could be a teddy bear, one of the most loving people you could have on your side.

✓Clever

Isaac’s father often teased him that he was going to end up in Ravenclaw, something he was actually quite proud of, despite ending up in Gryffindor. He was always the kid who found more creative solutions to his problems, sometimes to the awe of his younger siblings. His mind looked at things differently than most people would approach things, something he never let anyone train his brain otherwise. This is what led him to become a curse breaker in the first place.

✕Irresponsible

No one ever pegged Isaac for prefect or head boy. While he took his studies seriously, he was always known as someone who liked to push boundaries and do his best to get away with breaking rules. Once he gets an idea in his head, he has to see it through or the thought continues to eat at him until he does. He’s gotten a better handle on this as an adult, but recent events have started to drive him back into his old ways.

✕Cruel

For the most part, Isaac is warm and caring. This, however, does not extend to his enemies. When faced with someone who stands against him, a switch flips in him, and he can show a side of him his loved ones have never seen. Until recently, that is. His rage directed to the war has caused him to lash out, letting people see this darker side to him. He will stop at nothing to get revenge on the people that have hurt his family.

Headcanons:

Isaac was terrified when the realisation hit him as a child as to what being an older sibling meant. He loves his siblings to death, but the pressure he built on himself seemed to be heavier than that which others put on him. He could never let them see any other negative sides of him, never wanting to sway their beliefs as children. He’s had to cultivate a fine line now as adults, trying to lead by example and get them on his side, while also attempting to make sure they kept their own minds.

(alcohol tw) Due to the stress of the war, Isaac has developed a problem with alcohol addiction. He’s been able to keep it under wraps, but now with everything that has happened with his siblings, its begun to spiral a bit out of control. This has also seen a rise in his more violent side against the deatheaters, and has put him in some rather dangerous situations. Its most important to him, however, that he is able to hide it from his sister as to not put more strain on her.

Christmas is his absolute favourite time of year, because it’s one of the few times he actually allows himself to enjoy more than a moment of jovialness. Even during the war, he’s gone out of his way to make sure that the holiday remains important to his family, and makes it a time for them to relax and let loose, when he’s become much more serious other times of the year.

An old, worn teddy bear sits on a high bookshelf in his flat. This was the first toy his mother had ever given him, and aside from his first toy broom, the most important. Though he never tells anyone, this bear brings him a sense of comfort, a reminder of a life that was far simpler than the one he currently lives.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

Do you think it is more important to be feared or loved? Which would you rather be?

“I think it’s actually good to have a balance of them, depending on who you’re talking about,” Isaac replied after a moment. “Loved by the people you care about, feared by the people against you. In the context of war, fear is definitely preferred. Peace time may yield a different answer.”

What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“That I didn’t do enough to help win the war. That’s pretty much the reason I joined Aversio, to make sure I was legitimately doing every possible thing to save the people I love and care about, no matter what risk it entailed.”

If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it!

“A potion to speak a different language when needed would be insanely useful, especially when curse breaking. Definitely would have gotten be out of some rather… unpleasant situations.”

What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“Family versus cause. Especially when it comes to my sister,” he reluctantly replied, running a hand nervously through his hair. “We’ve not always seen eye to eye on this war, and it’s been incredibly hard at times.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Nothing has made Isaac happier than to see the change in his sister’s beliefs after being rescued. Having his sister fully on his side now lights even more of a fire within him, and he is more invested in ever in being the thick of the action. Seeing her in action at the Quidditch World Cup, he felt a swell of pride in his chest. While his loyalty to Aversio has never faltered, with his sister by his side, his ferocity towards the cause has grown tenfold. Once his brother was found and better, perhaps the two could help him see things the way they do.

Isaac is insanely grateful to Marlene, for forging ahead to find his brother. Despite his gratitude, and that his brother was found, this also causes inner turmoil for him. He becomes guilt ridden that he was more focused on Aversio work than doing everything he could to find his brother, making it two siblings he was unable save himself. This could potentially lead to a distance between him and his siblings.

WRITING SAMPLE

Routines are too monotonous.

The itch was only growing stronger, sitting at his desk.

Fresh out of school, he had been ecstatic to get a job at Gringotts. The job allowed him to work around the world, never staying in one place too long, and being the cool older brother who brought stories home for Christmas. He could also work, and also be useful to Aversio by being covert in finding information.

That all changed when Amelia went missing.

He, as well as his parents, believed he needed to stay closer to his family, to the heart of the fight. He felt like he had failed as a big brother, and as a fighter, that he could not keep her safe. And he needed to do whatever he could to fix that, even if it meant spending monotonous days sitting behind a desk, rather than being in the thick of things.

That was saved for after work, with the pent-up aggression and drive border lining into dangerous territory.

You’re wasting time behind this desk.

Then the day came that finally broke the work rut he had fallen into. The most bleak, boring day broken by a more than welcome owl flying through his office and landing directly in front of him on his desk.

He almost didn’t believe it when he read the paper it offered him. Not because he did not want it to be true, but because he wanted it to be true so badly it felt like a dream. A dream that came with the risk of not coming true.

She’s actually alive.

Without even uttering a word, he raced from his desk, disappearing in the swirl of his cloak and the familiar pop sound. Once they heard, they would understand. They had had to deal with him for past year, anyway.

You should have been the one to find her.

Arriving at the hospital, he was hardly even able to utter her name before he was whisked off to room being circled by a number of people. Some he recognised, some he had never seen before. Luckily, the resemblance in his face was enough for people to part and let him through to the doorway. His foot had not even crossed the threshold when he heard a familiar voice, filling him with both relief and an odd sense of dread.

But you weren’t the one to find her.

But there she was, right as he stepped in the room. He had dreamed of this moment, all of images and scenarios now flashing through his mind with each step. As his green eyes met hers, his mind quieted, focusing on all of the changes and familiarity in front of him.

And it’s all in her eyes.

There was no way of knowing what she had gone through, but the result was clear as day as he looked at her.

He had always seen her as a kid, even when he knew she had joined the fight. No matter how long she had been an auror, she would always still be his baby sister. The age gap was initially to blame, but he still had not been able to fully accept that both of his siblings were now adults and in the same fight he was. It was only that moment, finally, when Isaac saw a woman standing in front of him, and not the little girl he remembered.

She’s seen more than you could dream of.

“‘Melia,” he was finally able to breath out, a true smile reaching his face for the first time in what felt like forever. “Thank Merlin.”

He refused to wait out in the hall. Edgar had always been stubborn, but this was something else. This was special. This was a moment he’d never be able to experience again. This was the birth of his kids. His twins, his sons. The last children he’d ever have, and he was going to be there. The expression on his face said as much, and the healer that was trying to get him to leave the room swallowed hard and finally shook their head. “Alright, you can stay.”

Edgar huffed softly and stepped around them. “Damn right, I can.”

He’d forgotten how small babies were. Looking down at the little baby in his arm, it looked comical how tiny he was. Edgar brushed his fingertip against the boy’s temple-- his son, he had to keep telling himself--and watched Annie hold their other boy in her arms. He smiled at her when she looked up at him. 

“What should we call them?”

Annie paused for a long moment before she looked down at the boy in her arms. She shook her head slowly. “I think you should decide,” she said. Edgar’s smile faded a little bit. Annie sighed. “I don’t fit here anymore. I think we both know what has to happen now.”

No, Edgar wanted to say.  But they did. He sighed heavily and looked back down at the baby resting in his arms. “Samuel Edward,” he said, and looked up at Annie again. “And Isaac Andrew, for my dad.”

Annie nodded. “Perfect.”

It wasn’t. But it’d have to do. Edgar knew that was the best they could manage right now, was good enough. He looked down at Sam in his arms, though, and it didn’t seem to matter as much that it was good enough. This was perfect. He didn’t need anything more than this. 

Kira’s eyes were impossibly wide as she stared at the little baby in Edgar’s arms. “Baby?” she said, and looked up at him. Edgar smiled. 

“Yeah,” he said. “This is your brother Isaac, Kira.”

Kira looked at Isaac again. “Brother,” she repeated. “Isaac?” Edgar nodded at her. She smiled widely and looked at Isaac again. “Hi!” She put her finger out and giggled when Isaac wrapped his fat little hand around it. “He’s squish!”

“Yeah, he’s squish.” Edgar pulled Kira up onto his lap and nodded at Sam, sleeping in the little crib next to the bed. “And that’s Sam, he’s your brother too.” Kira’s eyes got even wider. “Say hi to Sam.”

“Hi!” She stood on Edgar’s leg and leaned over so she could look down at Sam. She stuck her hand out and touched him, giggling excitedly when he made a little sound. She looked back at Edgar. “He’s squish!”

Edgar laughed, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to her temple. “That’s right, kiddo,” he said. “He’s squish.”

Kira bounced a little bit. “Squish, Ba.”

“And you have to help me take care of the squishes, okay?” Kira nodded diligently, little head bobbing. “It’s going to be you, me, and the squishes soon, so we’re going to have to help each other. Can you do that?”

Kira continued to nod. “Squish,” she said again, looking between Sam and Isaac. She looked back up at Edgar. “Ba?”

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Song?” She shook his arm gently, and Edgar smiled as she held onto his earlobe. 

“Alright, alright,” he said, and cleared his throat. “You’ve gotta’ help me sing it, though, alright?” She nodded eagerly. Edgar nodded, and looked down at Isaac.