Isaac James Booth

[Issac Booth]

ISAAC JAMES BOOTH.

I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.

name Isaac James Booth.
nicknames Issa, Is, Isaac.
gender boyo
playby Jensen Ackles
age Twenty Seven
year no thank you ma'am
wand describe core, wood, and length.

& I WANNA BE FREE.SO BREAK IT DOWN.

physical description
At six feet tall one could easily say that Isaac was an imposing figure, his open features and warm personality pretty much negate whatever intimidation that his physique might have offered though. Due to the nature of his job he's more than likely not to be sporting a thick beard, but given his unwillingness to pay such close attention to the state of his stubble... he can usually be seen sporting several days worth of it unless required to appear more uniform. He's one of those rare few men that can pull of both ruggedly handsome and pretty, depending on when and what he's presenting himself as. He's been known to own up to both of them- regularly and without preamble. Unfortunately he'll never be cast as superman, his chin is sadly devoid of cleft- although his jaw can be called square, the unclefted chin unfortunately narrows. But then he was always more of a X-men fan anyways. He was, for a short stint of his younger years, convinced that he too was a mutant, something he still hasn't been quite cured of. For a mutant at least he's rather handsome- his teal eyes have a tendency to shift more into the green territory, but then green eyes and dark lashes seem to get the ladies well enough. 

He tends to keep his hair shorter, even with that it always seems to have a mind of its own and stick out in odd directions- although he supposes he's lucky enough not to be the only one with that problem in his department. He never lets it grow much past just enough to run your fingers through, too afraid of what kinks it might take on should he. Like his facial hair he's usually not too bothered with spending an inordinate amount of time fixing it up- most days your lucky to see it brushed down. His ears are rather large for his head shape and size, but then that would be why you won't ever see him sporting a buzz cut.. or piercing the damn things. 
appearance
He's usually fairly laid back in his dress style, moving all around with his mother throughout the years taught him that what was comfortable and could pass in any society is usually your best bet- although he's grown fairly accustomed to donning a suit and tie when work commands it. 

I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.

likes
+Smoking
+Drinking
+Cursing
+Guns
+Cars
+People with a sense of humor
+Women
+People
+Structure
dislikes
-Losing
-Commitment
-Consequences
-Bigotry
-Prejudice
-Bodily Fluids; i.e. snot, tears, ect
strengths
+People skills
+Photogenic memory
+Charming
+Willing to help
+Intelligent
weaknesses
-Womanizer
-Alcohol
-Blondes
-Unfamiliar with certain magical world aspects
-Loud
personality
Isaac has always been a fairly laid back character, he's fully invested in the belief that you can roll with the punches- whatever they are. Probably another remnant from his mother's 'gypsy' lifestyle, but then the woman herself seemed to embody the belief regardless. From the time he could speak he had a fairly good handle on sarcasm- whether biting or joking, its his go to form of conversing. Being that he has a fairly wicked sense of humor, if he could say so himself, it works out pretty well for him in the end. It isn't as if he has a shy bone in his body, he's pretty comfortable inserting himself into a situation as he sees fit- especially if there's a pretty girl involved. Despite the fact that he has a tendency towards loving and leaving- something he could easily blame on his job but has quite honestly been a part of him since his school days- regardless of marital, social, or political status he isn't much for confrontation. Not that he couldn't handle himself if it came to it physically, he's pretty well turned out in that area as well- he just isn't one to go looking for a fight, or even escalating a heated situation with physicality. He's much more likely to talk his way out of it- his renowned tongue skills have several uses after all. He's unfortunately impulsive, sometimes to the point of it being detrimental. If he sees something he likes, be it a woman, a car, or a drink- he's prone to going after it without thinking through the consequences. 

Although part of his impulse problems also lay in betting. Throughout school he was more likely to bet on the quidditch matches than actually participate, although fourth year he did end up joining-  a good deal later than most on his house team. Any situation can be turned into one though, and while most are in good fun and without monetary gain- he enjoys the rush of winning. He's not the worlds sorest loser, but he normally has an issue taking it as a final loss- insisting that it be redone until the outcome is in his favor... although as he's gotten on in his years he's learned to turn some losses into a joke- making it easier to bear on all involved. 

He's pretty quick on his feet, but that doesn't mean that when it comes to his job he doesn't think through the situations... sometimes. He's been known to rush in a little too soon and employ unorthodox methods- but the proof, as they say, is in the pudding. He bends rules to his own liking some, but he finds order very important. Both in and out of the law aspect of things. Very likely it has something to do with the fact that he didn't have any order at all growing up, or rules to follow at home- it isn't that he looks back on his life with his mother as something to be ignored or ashamed of. He just likes to have his life laid out in a fairly succinct manner and know that he could provide a stable homebase should he ever have kids of his own. 

He's a mama's boy through and through. His father died early on in his life, certainly before they ever found out that their son was a wizard. He's got a handful of memories from the old man, but given that he was only six when the man passed they aren't nearly as present as those of the woman who raised him single handedly. He actually, even though his job isn't one that brings home tons and tons of money, is the one who supports her now. She got to put her too early-wrinkled hands to rest, rest her callouses and retire to a small house out in one of the muggle towns a good thirty minutes from where he rented his own small apartment. Being that he doesn't need much more for himself than to pay his bills and support his unhealthy habits it all works out pretty well for the two of them. He still goes to have dinner with her once a week, and brings her into the wizarding world on occasion so she can see what his life is like as well. 

He's more likely to be seen out with a friend or two after work for a drink, and he'll admit that more often than not he has a little bit too much. But seeing that he isn't an obnoxious drunk he has yet to see it as a real problem. 

& I JUST WANNA BE ME.SO BREAK IT DOWN.

parents 
James Issac Booth- ex Auror- Deceased
MaryAnne Booth- 55- Retired Handy Jane
siblings
None
birthplace 
The Americas
hometown
Wherever his mother could find work
ethnicity
Fifth generation Irish and third generation German
Smattering of Irish, Fluent English, Fluent German
blood
Muggleborn

BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.SO BREAK IT DOWN.

 sample

Even before he'd uttered his short speech- though certainly the longest he'd ever uttered in the first meeting of a client, especially such a high risk one. Not to mention the familiarity, though he was fairly sure that this case[if he so took it] would certainly be different from most any that he'd taken on- ever. Then again every case was drastically different, despite the similarities that could lurk between the woven intricacies of each one. Like a pattern ingrained into the human brain, every case could somehow be linked to another. Patterns repeating over time, no one act committed with complete originality. Even when the murder was committed by the same person, it always differed somehow, in some small way, from what they'd done before. So for anything to be even the minimal of pattern, even the slightest bit different at all... it intrigued him. And the way his companion was uttering the quidditch player's name, the expression that lurked behind the milky blue eyes as he said it, was enough to spark some sort of interest into anyone. And though he would never make him tell more than needed, more than he was willing; he found himself curious, more curious than he'd been in a good deal of time. And while he did expect some sort of explanation, regardless of the vagueness Malfoy could so choose to apply, he wasn't expecting any detailed history between the two. While others he'd come into business with were in the habit of telling everything that they were about, something told him that this wasn't going to be the same. And he couldn't just pin it on the hesitancy with which they were progressing. Regardless, even before his partner had the chance to utter his reasoning, Roman knew he'd reached his decision.

Morality really meant very little in his business life, much less the life he lead. Though he did tend to silently scorn, and most often turn down, those who approached him over the more trivial matters. No, morality was his excuse for screening... his justification for being elite if you would. Or one of the many reasonings rather. More than that... He wanted this case, he wanted to learn more. Even if he entered into an agreement now, or at least a pre-agreement for the time being, he could always decide that the job really wasn't worth it and move on. But for now... For now he wanted more.. And he wanted answers. Though he'd barely been waiting a few moments as he waited for his companion to answer, he felt the stirrings of discomfort. With inaudible noise he lent back into the cushions of the couch, his elbows coming from his knees even as his hands dropped, knees coming together with a nearly silent chafe of denim fabric sliding past its like as his arms found their way to rest on his stomach, crossing ever so slightly. While patience would never be one of his virtues, the stoic, unmoving face he'd adopted over the years did little to convey it, his lids drooping heavily over the bright green pupils lying beneath, the fringe of dark lashes all that was needed to secure his thoughts as his own. Even with that, the impatience he had expected to creep up kept its place in the back of his mind, his attention still held by that of who sat across from him.

Instead of answering right away, he let Malfoy's words fall into the empty room, a rush of sound breaking the earlier stillness that had steal in as they were both immersed in their own meanderings. Vague as it may have been, his words held what seemed to be a great deal of truth; though of course it could all be a load of bull so artfully delivered that no one could think anything but the former option. Barely moving, his chest the only motion as his breath came and went. The fact that they were old friends could complicate matters, though he hoped it wouldn't come to that. From what he could gather it wasn't just between the two names he had so far, and he could only hope it didn't deal with any organization. Especially not any sort of political faction, he didn't get involved in those if he could help it, and with politics as they were these days it made all the more sense. Taking a small breath he looked up, green eyes still hidden behind the dark fringe. "I think," uttered slowly, as if he were testing each word before he let it escape from behind the pale pink flesh. "That we could form some sort of arrangement." Pausing again as he looked to the floor, brow tensing in thought as he considered how to phrase what he was to say next, lips tilting in what could be either smile or grimace. "I usually make it a habit to follow my...," he cut off, eyes coming briskly back up to Malfoy's, the slight twitch at the right corner of his mouth betraying the amusement he was feeling only slightly, "subjects around for a few days. Sometimes more if it's required for what I'm doing. So I could, as you put it, sufficiently judge his character myself, not that it would matter if I did." All appearance of relaxation was gone, his voice steady and sure, the eyes completely unveiled from their lashy cover for what might as well have been the first time that day, black brow rising up from where it was resting. "To be frank Mr.Malfoy... I'm intrigued... And unless my informant mislead me, you have a few elaborate instructions of your own on just exactly how you want me to do this..."

His voice trailed off into the otherwise silent room, lips setting into the firm line he'd used earlier. He wasn't sure if he liked that part particularly well. He wasn't prone to being told how he was to commit to the job, especially if it proved to be something he wasn't fond of. Though, like the rest of this case, it could prove to be something he hadn't expected... even interesting...

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