Isaac Wayne Abrams

the basics

full name ♦ Isaac Wayne Abrams
nicknames ♦ Ike
age ♦ Thirty-seven
birthday ♦ February 11, 1982
occupation ♦ Bartender
school ♦ Natchitoches Central High School
species ♦ Human
ability/power ♦ Tactile telekinesis
how the ability works ♦
Isaac has a form of telekinesis known as tactile telekinesis. Rather than being able to manipulate objects with his mind, he instead forms a physical barrier around his body that he can extend to other people and objects by touch. The power is telekinetic, but rather than serve as a mental power, it acts more like a physical muscle. He can extend the field through objects to channel into others—for example, when touching a table, he can manipulate the objects on that table. This power supplements his physical strength nicely, allowing him to lift objects well beyond what a normal human is capable of. It also makes him absurdly resistant to physical damage, acting as a powerful shield. Isaac is not trained for brute force use of this power, however, but finesse. He is capable of controlling dozens of objects in formation, and even several doing different things at once. Because the power has characteristics of both mental and physical powers, Isaac needs a lot of calories and sugar to fuel them. He's almost always eating and drinking throughout the day, and always has candy on him. It's rare to see him without a piece in his mouth.

His telekinesis has to travel through physical contact and cannot affect gases, which makes dealing with air-based powers a serious problem for him, as well as anything flying around—though he's quite capable of flinging heavy objects at the second group at least. He cannot achieve flight with his field, though whether this is because it cannot lift him off of a physical surface, or simply because he doesn't know how, is unclear. Because of the way he developed his powers, he has a LOT of endurance with them, but not much explosive force: he can do complicated things all day so long as he has the energy, but he'll falter quickly if pushed to use sheer force against someone. Keeping his field active takes no effort on Isaac's part, but it won't stay up if he's unconscious.
gender ♦ Male
sexuality ♦ Straight

the appearance

face claim ♦ Nathan Fillion
height and weight ♦ 6'2” 227 lbs
identifying features ♦ -
overall appearance ♦ Isaac is taller than average, wide at the shoulder and barrel-chested, having a body used to outdoor work and lifting. He keeps his brown hair short and out of his way, which frames his face and strong chin well. Despite nearing forty, there's an undeniable boyishness about his face, partly a result of his charismatic nature, but also because he always seems to be smiling or grinning. Isaac typically dresses quite casually—jeans, work boots, and a t-shirt is a good enough outfit for him in most cases. He does, however, own a couple of button-up shirts, and a jacket-and-slacks combo, should he have need of them. He usually develops a farmer's tan over the summer, bronzed arms and face with the rest staying pale due to being covered up.

the personality

likes ♦
-Sugar
-Making people laugh and smile
-Singing
-Cooking
-Dogs
dislikes ♦
-Coconut – taste, smell, existence
-Having to pick fights
-Dishes
-Jerks of any form or fashion
strengths ♦
-Tough as nails
-Instinctive protector
-Peacemaker
-Natural entertainer
-No ambition to exploit
weaknesses ♦
-Stubborn at times
-Can't resist a good pun or word play
-Uses humor in serious situations sometimes
-No drive for a “better” life
dreams ♦ To start a family
fears ♦ Being alone
overall personality ♦
Isaac is, and has always been, defined by a single desire: to see other people smiling and happy. He has no grand plans in life, no great ambition, no clever scheme to move up in the world. He's happy with a simple job where he can make others smile or just help them out. And that's been all his life. He's worked all across the south, anything from bartending, to helping out with farms and ranches, to fixing cars, to hauling boxes and stocking shelves. He's been a janitor, a taxi driver, even a bodyguard once, and all with the same level of dedication, regardless of importance. His job, his lifestyle, these things are all secondary to Isaac. All that matters is to see those around him happy, and to be able to help those who aren't.

However, Isaac won't take shortcuts to see this. False happiness isn't what he seeks, for himself or others. As such, he's a very blunt, honest person, and refuses to lie to people without a damned good reason. He won't tell you what you want to hear, because that's not real happiness. He also won't compromise his morals or beliefs for others. Which, to be fair, his morals are very simple: so long as you're not hurting other people directly or indirectly, he's cool with you. Isaac gets very stubborn when it comes to this, and has come to blows over it in the past. He's also quick to intervene in physical altercations, though slow to actually attack, preferring instead to rely on his powers to make him an impassable barrier of a man, at most physically pushing others away while trying not to hurt them. He's slow to anger, especially where people are concerned, but his anger runs deep once ignited, and he doesn't let go of grudges easily, once obtained.

the history

father ♦ Hector Wayne Abrams, 70, retired
mother ♦ Angela Rose Abrams, 66, hospital receptionist
siblings ♦ Cassie Summer Abrams, sister, 34, marine biologist
important people ♦ extended family members
hometown ♦ Natchitoches, Louisiana
overall history ♦
Isaac is the older of two siblings, born and raised in Natchitoches. As a child, he quickly discovered a talent for and love of entertaining others. He never specifically wanted to be the center of attention; he just wanted to get as many people laughing, smiling, and happy as he could. And nothing was too much effort for Isaac in this regard. While his younger sister made the grades and got the awards, Isaac did things that earned less praise, but more laughs and smiles. He learned to sing, to play the guitar and the piano, to dance and juggle and cook. And, when his friends needed saving, he learned to fight. By the time he was in high school, he had a solid 'C' average, with no future prospects to look forward to, and he was utterly unconcerned.

As he neared his teens, Isaac's power began to manifest. He started getting through fights unscathed. He could put down every bully in school by himself, no matter how they tried to jump him, and never get a scratch. Cassie, his sister, developed her powers a little earlier, and as the two grew up, they worked together to learn what they could and couldn't do. As they aged, their skills in their powers diverged: Cassie was better able to use her field to manipulate herself, becoming a champion swimmer for her school, where Isaac was able to do much more with objects, coordinating puppets or rearranging tables.

When it came time to find their paths in life, Isaac chose to be just himself. He wandered his home state of Louisiana, as well as Arkansas, Kansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, and Texas, doing odd jobs here and there. He sang at dive bars. He learned how to bartend. He worked on farms, dug ditches, cleaned schools, hit comedy clubs on open mic nights to talk about some of his more embarrassing experiences. Anything and everything he could do to entertain or just help people. And everything he did, he practiced his powers on. He had to be careful about that, and he was, but Isaac never shied away from using them. Over the years, his telekinesis developed along these lines, becoming dexterous and skilled at multitasking, a swarming hive of hands rather than one giant hammer.

There was only one thing lacking: Isaac never really found a place where he felt like he belonged. So always, always, he moved on from wherever he was, moving on down the road to the next destination, looking for that place that made him feel like he should stop moving. And during his travels, he heard whispers, rumors, gossip. Putting the pieces together over the years, Isaac was able to discover that New Orleans had a population hiding in the shadows of the city. A population made up of people like him, people with powers. So, hopping in his beat-up old truck one more time, with his pile of clothes and enough lollipops to put a kindergarten class into a sugar coma, Isaac decided to make his way to the Big Easy, and see what turns life had in store for him there...

the role player

alias ♦ Nick
age ♦ 33
pronouns ♦ He
code ♦ Admin Edit
other characters ♦ -