#( &. anastasia / isaac 01. )

[voidedlux]

Wordlessly, Anastasia followed Isaac as he led her away from the bustling crowd of attendees and immediately appreciated the sanctuary the library provided. There was no noise, no glances, no questions on where Phillip was. For a few moments it would serve as a reprieve.

"You really think the library is a hiding spot?" Curiosity hung in her tone, perhaps in the way she glanced at the young host. The brunette turned herself to face him and took a step closer while in mused thought. Her green eyes scanned the room a little, taking in the book collections and how clean the shelves were. "This would generally be one of the first rooms people would find when seeking — a little alone time." With that, Anastasia meant a pair of people looking to gain a little privacy.

"Also not a big secret if the wait staff knows where to find me," she added, though stopped her forward movement in his direction.

"You don't have to leave," she shrugged, Isaac had already seen the flash of downfall. "This is your hiding place after all." An expensively adorned hand motioned somewhat absently, "what do you do in here when you escape? Read?"

"Oh, yes, of course," Isaac nodded.

While her initial outburst stung, in host mode, Isaac found he had a thicker skin for such things. He understood it wasn't his fault, and was able to take it relatively in stride. He said nothing as she collected herself, but then sprung into action.

After getting her drink order, Isaac grabbed a passing server, and told them where to find them.

"Please, Mrs. Lafontan, follow me this way." He led her away from the party proper and to a library. The sounds of the party were muted behind those doors, just as Isaac liked it. "At every venue," Isaac continued as he let her in, "every party, I scope out the hiding spots ahead of time. I don't really make a habit of sharing them with anyone--kind of defeats the purpose but... exceptions can be made." He smiled bashfully, suddenly very aware that he was alone with a beautiful woman. "Your drink should be here soon," he added, straightening himself up and adjusting his glasses on his face. "They'll knock. I'll... leave you to your privacy."

[ofcarefreeness-blog]

——  ╰ ･ﾟ AN INTRODUCTION !

hello, everyone ~ i’m super pumped to be writing with you all! my name is ana, i use she/her pronouns, i’m in the gmt +1 timezone and this is my child, isaac. here is his bio. below are some points about him: 

                      « ────── A BRIEF HISTORY ────── »

DEATH TW, SHOOTING TW, ROBBERY TW

01. he was born and raised an only child by a working class father. he never met his mother and, refusing to come off as intrusive and/or make his father feel as though he were disatisfied with his upbringing, he never asked about her. 

02. his father, although seemingly calm and content, was exhausted and enraged toward the system as he worked himself away to earn a rather poor pay to support his family. just as isaac was about to turn thirteen, he carried an attempt to rob their local bank - an attempt with failed, and caused him to be killed. 

03. isaac was then put into the system, and shuffled around. he always carried a stigma along, and thus clashed with the families under whose care he was placed. after he turned eighteen, he went onto live by himself. 

04. nothing outstanding came out of that. much like his father, he grew up to hate the hierarchy by which he felt trapped. he was homeless for a while, then went onto jump around and stay with friends and at shelters. he landed himself a couple of odd jobs, allowing himself to get by. 

05. he doesn’t precisely pride himself in his superpowers, and he chose to keep it in hiding to avoid more stigmatization and potential harrassment (and ofc, imprisonment). however, he uses them for fun (cue montage of him @ his apartment playing with it) 

06. he joined novum aetas as he didn’t have anything to lose. he’d already hit rock bottom , so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

07. he doesn’t really wear a costume, and loathes loathes loathes code names, so he’s stubbornly refused to be caged in by one. 

                       « ────── FILE ────── »

   NAME: Isaac Arriaga  ❱ ISAAC, a hebrew name meaning “he will laugh, he will rejoice”  + ARRIAGA, a surname with spanish roots, it was his father’s last name and the one isaac has carried with pride. 

   AGE: 21. 

   ZODIAC SIGN: Leo.

   SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Queer.

   MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good. 

   MYERS-BRIGGS: a mix between ESTP and ENFP

   CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: the professor/sergio marquina ( “money heist” ), dmitry ( “anastasia” ), peter pan ( “peter pan” ), casey newton ( “tomorrowland” ), arya stark ( “game of thrones” ), aang ( “avatar: the last airbender” ), mabel pines ( “gravity falls” ), eren jaeger ( “attack on titan” )

(JUST FOR FUN) VINES THAT DESCRIBES HIM:

[voidedlux]

At the voice, Anastasia looked over at the young man, "do I look alright?" It was probable she appeared annoyed and bitchy. Not something she wanted to project toward the throng of people in attendance nor him speaking to her. It was a feeling that would dissipate soon, she just hadn't wanted to come and was only there because her husband had said it was important for him. Fucker.

After letting out a breath that was more of a release and sigh all wrapped in one, she offered a soft smile, "sorry, yes, I'm alright. Just got ditched is all for a younger model." Not that she was old or unattractive, Ana was still in her forties, and she and the husband never loved each other. Their marriage was an arrangement to stay wealthy, but even then, there were certain rules.

This was likely to wind up on the tongues of everyone in their social circle. The power couple in trouble. Ana regarded the young man as he introduced himself, and as he said the words it clicked. Isaac Gates. "Right, yes, sorry again, I guess I'm a little flustered, but I do remember you. You'll have to thank your parents for me, for the invitation to such a lovely party." One that she hadn't even fully entered nor enjoyed, politeness was important and she had a reputation to uphold.

"Umm," she smoothed a hand over her perfectly styled hair, "is there a quiet place I could retreat to with a drink for a few moments. To collect myself and all," she barely explained.

"Yes, of course, it's--" Isaac was about to point in the direction of one of the event's many bars, but then hesitated. "Excuse, Mrs. Lafontan, but... are you alright?"

She and Isaac had met once, in passing, much in the way he met everyone at the events his parents hosted--as the sole heir to the Gates family empire, Isaac had to put in his face time, and meet all the people his parents did business with, or wanted to do business with. By all accounts, Mrs. Lafontan was capable, fair, but assertive, though her husband was hardly her equal. The former was all too rare in their social circle, the latter, and the rumors of their marriage, however, were not.

"It's--I doubt you remember me, but I'm Isaac Gates, my parents are Hiram and Moira? The hosts? Anyway--I just, well..." He laughed softly. "If they're the host, I consider myself a host, and, well... is there anything I can help with?"