CROW, Isaac Camdon

Isaac Camdon Crow is a seventeen year old male who was born on the fifteenth of October, he should be a senior, but he was put into kindergarten a year late for lack of maturity at the time. Standing at six feet two inches and weighing only one hundred and sixty pounds, the bleach blonde, brown eyed male is a klutz. Isaac is Bi-sexual, or at least bi-curious, he has never really been in a serious relationship with either gender to prove it though. His likes are sleeping,women,guys, squirrels, candy, being given free things, free shirts(he seems to always win them), receiving baked goods, blue Gatorade, interesting shirts, dirt bikes, ATVs, television, monkey's, the zoo, gym, contests, astronomy, flying(he likes being up high in planes and wants to go to aviation school when he graduates, fighting on occasion. His interests and wants change on a whim though because he is not one for concentrating with a severe case of ADHD. He loves talking but the tangents he goes off on may have nothing to do with what you may have been originally speaking about. A few things that he absolutely cannot stand under any circumstances are mean people, bad atmospheres, cruel nicknames, salad, health freaks, and babies. Although he can act rather young at times, Isaac does not do well with little children no matter how hard he tries, plus people usually don't want a large five year old taking care of a small five year old; it just would not work. Kyle is that of a golden retriever, and some of his best strengths exemplify that while others don't. He is good at making a mess, playing fair, loyalty, being a good friend, making others laugh, drums, hitting on girls and guys on occasion, sleeping, being trustworthy, and although he is quite talkative, he can be a good listener if the time calls for it. Being the puppy dog he is though, there are weaknesses as well as strengths that exemplify that, these being a bit to honest, being afraid of thunderstorms, a bit to innocent and naive when it comes to relationships, or at least he acts that way. He also has times where he does not listen to what others saying if he gets distracted and also has moments where he laughs at the most inappropriate of times. He has quirks that will become quite noticeable after a few times being with him, these are wiggling his ears, clapping his hands together when he has an idea, making large gasping breaths when he finally understands something, and falling asleep whenever he feels like it.

Born into the family of Fiona and Aaron Crow, Isaac grew up to be the male he is today. He is an over-active, hyper guy, who tends to veer towards the happy and over-zealous crowd, or at least they act that way. He'll listen to anyone's problems, or try to as much as possible, and usually won't get sidetrack mid way through. As for his tendencies, he always gets a little bit over enthused because his ADHD seems to kick in at all the wrong times. At this point, he is bi-curious, and not sure what he is, but then again he really does not care. When he is with women or guys, he likes to harmlessly flirt whenever he has the chance too. He gets tired at the oddest times, and it is a site to catch him a sleep, he looks just like a baby, enough so that you would want to hug him to pieces. Although, for a while when he was 15 he thought it would be fun to start street fights, and that was not so cute. After that year though, he has seemed to stop, but when he's gotten in a fight at school, Isaac must admit, he still likes the pleasure it brings him.

As a child, Isaac was over zealous, and it was not long before his parents took the child who chased after squirrels, jumped out of windows, and tried to fly, to the doctors. He was diagnosed with ADHD, which although so many kids were diagnosed with it now a days, Isaac's was a very true case. He grew up a bit, and found only one output in elementary school for his energy, this was soccer. Soccer became his passion till the end of middle school. Then the summer before high school he got into the wrong crowd, brought by some of his friends. Sure they were not in a huge city, but there were still some street type fights in Trenton. Being the tall and fast guy he was, Isaac was taken advantage of to join the fights. The thing was, he had begun to like the fights it was exhilarating in a way soccer had never been. But then his only friend got hurt and Isaac no longer wanted to see that any more. They pleaded with him to come, but he refused. So after that summer, Isaac was back to his old ways, with a bit of a glint in his eyes when ever someone did try to fight him during school for being hyper active, weird, or just plain to happy. Most people would think Isaac would never hurt a fly, and for most of the time, they were correct, however once and a while he still has the spark of excitement when he even See's a fight. Unless it's with people he knows, then he will try vehemently to stop it, or he'll go to their aid in order to protect those close to him. Now, in his junior year, Isaac still plays soccer on the high school team, and hopes when year 11 comes along to get a spot as captain or co-captain.

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[/B]Hexatonic
EXPERIENCE 5-6 years
CONTACT vesperastic@aim.com
MEMBER TITLE Junior? Hexatonic?
OTHER CHARACTERS Annabel Noir Chessire
CODE WORDS lovelikewoe
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Annabel walked from the gryffindor corridor, converse unlaced, and wearing none other than a pair of skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather bracelet on her wrist. Yeah, true, to most it was probably a wierd ensamble, ecspecially when she pulled out her gryffindor tie and tied it around her neck, but she really didn't care, she wasn't in the mood to impress. Truly, she wasn't in the mood to do anything, it was sunday, and her dreams hadn't gone well the night before. She had only managed maybe, 3 hours of sleep was it? And that was only because she had cast a sleeping spell on herself. Even then, she had her worst nightmare, flames engulfing her along with her parents, as if she should have been there that night, she should have to, but no one needed to know that. That is, no one had any reason to know that, most just thought that her parents died in a freak accident, they didn't want to listen to the fact that Voldemort had killed them. They were all just little pricks, stuck on themselves, not even wondering what was happening in the real world, who was being killed, it disgusted her.

Without knowledge of where she had been walking, she noticed a familiar passage that lead to the seceret staircase, might as well, she knew once in a while people ended up here when either bored, or lost. In this case, she really just wanted to knock her head against the wall and see if even that had no effect on her. She laughed, if she actually did do that, there was no idea where she would end up when she awoke, that's just how Hogwarts was. So, instead, she unbuttoned her leather cuff, and muttered a flight charm, moving her wand as she went, the hazel wood dulled a bit of shine after years of use, still, it was a trusty companion. But, as soon as her concentration on it was at some point interested, she heard footsteps clomping against the hard stone of the steps. "Who's thar?" she said monotoned and let the bracelet fall, so much for that entertainment.

She rolled her eyes, of course it would be Ezekiel of all people, it was kind of funny actually, she thought it would be some lost little first year still trying to find his way around school. It almost made her want to laugh, but she didn't. "Trullfully, I think my worse nightmare is scarier than you'll ever be, you don't even compare." she grinned, it was fun to tease him, even if her type of teasing actually mocked herself in the process. She watched him as he graced the stairs with his presence, walking up to the top stair where she had been sitting. "Did you really think you could sneak up on me when I heard you at the bottom of the stairs, even if yeh' stopped with the clomping, I knew yeh' were thar." A small ounce of happiness shone through her dull eyes, at least she wasn't alone to spend the morning sitting on the stairs playing with a leather cuff like a bored child.

"Meh sunday has been going fine, thank you. Cept' for the fact I haven't slept a wink, but, eventually it'll all catch up on meh. Anyways, nothin much could've happened yet, it's only ten in the mornin'." Annabel's eyes wandered to her cuff, and she said a quick spell to make it appear near her, why pick it up when you could do magic? She turned to find Ezekiel flopping to the ground.

"Do yeh really think meh of all people would hide from someone? Nah, it's more along the lines of not being in the mood for imprudent conversations amoung students." She tapped her fingers against the cold stone underneath her, "But, why ar' yeh so tierd, av' a nightmare?"

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