Isaac LeCroix

[Isaac LeCroix]

_{i n t r o d u c i n g . . .}

Isaac Aaron LeCroix ///

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Full Name~ Isaac Aaron Lecroix
Gender~ Male
Age~ 38
Birthdate~ January 18
Location~ Based out of Miami
Faction~ The Collective
Celebrity Claim~ Julian McMahon
Play anyone else?~ Callum Avery, Rhona Jameson, Charles Mauer

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_{m i n d . . .}

what's in my head?

/// SPECIAL ABILITY

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Isaac possesses the ability to vocalize at pitches that normal humans cannot. He calls this ability Baleful Pitch, and it has a quite an impressive range of applications. The tones that he creates usually manifest as him whistling or humming, although he can also create them by shouting or singing. Through this power, he creates tones that vibrate in several different ways. So far, he has been able to shatter brittle materials (glass, some metals, crystalline objects, and ice are the most noticeable ones), cause his targets' internal organs or veins to rupture, evoke emotions such as sorrow or elation in his targets, or even temporarily paralyze people in a way similar to how a bat's sonar freezes insects. Theoretically, he could create tones that could weaken the integrity of buildings; cause vibrations, tremors, and the eventual collapse of suspension bridges, and even cause the molecules of sidewalks and pavement to shake apart and crack under pressure. This power, while it manifests somatically, really works through the vibrations caused by these sounds. The vibrations weaken mollecular bonds, or break cognitive processing depending on the application that Isaac wishes to use.

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/// ABILITY LIMITS

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The main problem with Isaac's power is its range. While Isaac does have quite good vocal projection, his power only works within the range of his voice, although this can be augmented through sound systems, loudspeakers and the like. However, if amplified, the damage dealt by his ability would probably break the system and be less effective due to slight impreciseness of sound caused by the equipment. Currently, the area that Isaac can affect effectively is about 200 feet (or 500 in an environment with good acoustics). Objects or subjects about 100 feet outside that range are slightly effected, and for a little way beyond that, people may feel slight discomfort. However, this ability also allows him to create a pitch that causes the air to be more permeable by sounds, allowing further uses to travel as far as five or six city blocks, although their full potency would not hold for that full range.

Also, Isaac has to create different pitches to create different effects. These pitches must be precise, and a sound that paralyzes a target won't rupture his blood vessels too. Each sound has a specific effect. Currently, Isaac can: paralyze people in a way similar to how bats' radar paralyzes insects; rupture organs; shatter glass, metals (when brittle from being cold or otherwise), brick, concrete, and crystalline objects (such as jewelery); create sounds that are incredibly unpleasant to hear; and even titillate the emotional centers of the brain, causing his targets to feel emotions that they would not logically be able to feel at the time.

Although it may seem obvious, this ability does require Isaac to make noise, negating any sort of stealth that he had before. Additionally, anything that would stop Isaac from vocalizing (such as being choked, or supernatural silence) stops this ability from working. The final limit on this ability is that, since it is somatically based, it affects everything within range. It is not target able, but rather an area effect, damaging allies as well as enemies.

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/// PERSONALITY


Isaac bears a facade of seemingly genuine and genteel charm, acting with decorum and the correct amount of pomp required of the upper crust circles he travels in. He is witty, eloquent, and able to bewitch most people into thinking that he is the very embodiment of an upper class gentleman. His charisma extends beyond this, however, and he is generally able to win people over with the correct portioning of sternness, humor, and sympathy even when they, under normal circumstances, would rush to avoid a similar person.

In truth, Isaac is coldly calculating, manipulative, and sadistic. He enjoys watching people suffer, and enjoys pushing them to their breaking points. Isaac uses his charisma to get close to people, encouraging them to trust him, then uses that trust to make their lives a living hell, artfully planting misery, all the while keeping a friendly smile on his face. Because of how insidious he is, most of his victims don't even realize that their lives are going to hell because of him.

His sadism comes from a deep seated lust for power and a sense of superiority. Isaac loves being in control—of situations, people, anything—and he doesn't have a strong sense of morality to tell him how not to get that power. Actually, scratch that. Isaac can distinguish good from evil quite well, but he chooses not to, thinking the ethics of normal people are beneath him. He is obviously better than others (whether the evidence to that stacks up or not), and this should be able to play with the world as he wills.

The reason that many of those around him haven't quite caught on to him yet is because, while he is power crazy and deeply deranged, Isaac is an incredibly patient and calculating man. He has plans in the works started when he was in his teens and not yet close to completion. While he bides his time, he cracks a joke, puts on his most charming smile, and entertains himself as best he can, damn the lives he destroys doing it.
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Likes~

• Music (especially classical and electronica)
  
• Coffee (black as night, sweet as sin)
  
• Being in control
  
• Toying with people's emotions
  
• Freshly washed sheets
  
• Classical literature
  
• Fine wines
  
• The initial shock of jumping into cold water
  
• Good conversation
  
• Causing pain and fear
  

Dislikes~

• Yellow legal pads
  
• Weakness (in himself or others)
  
• Being told “no”
  
• Being tied town to people or jobs
  
• Cold coffee
  
• People who talk too much and put no real thought behind it
  
• Cake (especially plain, white cake)
  
• Pagers
  
• Paperwork
  

Strengths~

• Charming
  
• Nimble mind
  
• Good at manipulating people
  
• Phenomenal liar
  
• Perfect pitch
  
• Excellent singer
  
• Natural musician
  

Weaknesses~

• Impatient
  
• Lust for power
  
• Deeply malevolent
  
• Terrified of being truly alone
  
• Overbearing
  
• Reckless
  
• Rude
  

Skills~

• Skilled pianist, cellist, and violinist, and can play the double bass and viola as well
  
• Excellent at reading people
  
• Great knowledge of music
  
• Sprezzatura
  
• Voice training
  

Hobbies~

• Music (and pretty much anything and everything related to it)
  
• Wine tasting
  
• Reading
  
• Swimming
  

Habits~

• Bites fingernails pretty severely
  
• Smiles but it usually doesn't reach his eyes
  
• Drums fingers
  
• Whistles or hums often
  

Flaws~

• Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
  
• Aichmophobia (fear of needles)
  
• Lactose Intolerant
  

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_{b o d y . . .}

caught in your sights . . .

Age~ 38
Celebrity Claim~ Julian McMahon
Sexual Preference~ Bisexual
Ethnicity~ Spanish/French/English
Hair~ Dark Brown
Eyes~ Brown

/// APPEARANCE


Isaac is stylishly well groomed, reeking of good taste, expensive cologne, and a possibly unhealthy sense of narcissism. He is 6'1”, with a lean, defined, but not overly muscular body, projecting himself taller than his normal stature. His face is well formed, and his smile is very wide and very white. He usually looks like he has a little stubble, even after he has shaved due to having quite a bit of dark, quickly growing facial hair. Isaac keeps his dark brown hair cut short but stylishly, and keeps his body hair trimmed as well.

He walks with a nonchalant but well postured grace and remains poised and alert looking almost constantly. His brown eyes are piercing, seeming to take in everything around him, examining and appraising all that they light upon. When talking, Isaac is expressive with a flair for the dramatic, gesturing with his hands, and generally being anything but stoic. He can seemingly change emotions at the drop of a hat, going from stormingly furious to congenial in a moment. Those who know him well can usually pick up hints at his act, as his collected nature and scheming tendencies often call for such theatrics, but to most, he can seem to be ruled by his emotions.

Isaac's clothing is, to put it lightly, expensive, exquisite, and finely tailored. He wears the best suits, almost always dressing nicely in his extensive collection of designer clothing. His color preferences are bold, but not flamboyantly so, ranging mostly in blacks with accents of white, deep purples, and reds.

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_{s p i r i t . . .}

this is where i come from . . .

Faction~ The Collective
Birthplace~ New York
Mother~ Helene LeCroix(Deceased)
Father~ Andrew LeCroix (Deceased)

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Subsonic Suggestion

Siblings~ None
Spouse~ None
Children~ If he has them, he doesn't know about them
Other Family~ Aubrey Lewis (Cousin)

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/// HISTORY


Isaac was born in New York city into an opulently wealthy, old money family. His father, Andrew, is a shipping tycoon, and the family didn't live completely in New York, traveling to their many homes all over the country and overseas. As such, Isaac never went to a typical school, but rather had a series of extremely expensive, competent tutors, nannies, and instructors. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and never lacked for anything, except perhaps friends his own age, but his rigid schedule prevented that. He was surrounded by his adult companions for almost all of his waking hours, drinking in knowledge.

At a young age, Isaac proved to have a very quick mind, and an incredibly capacity for musical appreciation, enjoyment, and ability. His parents, even though they were both extremely busy, realized this, and proceeded to buy the best musical education for their son that they could, buying him voice and instrument lessons, and designating at least one room in all of their houses as “music rooms.” The young Isaac took to this like a fish to water, quickly learning how to play the violin, cello, and piano, and developing quite a fine singing voice.

His musical career brought him possibly the only contact that he had with children his own age, as his teachers recommended that he join a choir and a youth symphony. While his parents relished being able to move around, they settled in New York when Isaac was twelve, swayed by their son's pleas to let him play music. He took to playing in groups well, although he never really got the academic, cognitive and musical shortcomings of his fellows.

This was when he began to develop a superiority complex. The other children that he was in contact with, while they all were highly intelligent, had not had the privileged upbringing that Isaac had, and were thus not as immersed in academia as he was. Also, due to having almost no contact with children, and being raised in a very emotionally repressed circle of teachers and upper class people, he did not understand the emotional outbursts that these children had. Obviously, since he didn't cry if he made first chair (not that he would not make first chair, or course), he was far better than these children.

It was when Isaac turned thirteen that the impossible happened. A girl, Janet Cheng, joined his symphony, trying out for the same position as him (first violin). She was good, really good, and beat him soundly in the preliminary tryouts. Isaac was furious, and bent his mind to find a way to remedy that situation. He had seen a girl botch a tryout (for viola) earlier in the week because several boys had brutally made fun of her earlier, and a lightbulb clicked in Isaac's mind. Sneaking around between the weekend practices between tryouts, he managed to overhear Janet's father talking to another parent about Janet's parent's impending divorce. This information passed from Isaac's lips to the ears of a few of the more cruel children in the orchestra, and by the time tryouts came around, Janet was in tears and failed her tryout, passing to position back to Isaac. This made Isaac realize that he could get what he wanted through skulduggery if he could not get it through pure skill. As time passed, he realized that actually getting things through pure skill was too much work, and it was far more entertaining outsmarting people.

He graduated with his high school degree, although he had never actually set foot in the halls of one, and decided to put college on hold and travel for a time. His parents relented, setting him up with a very large trust fund, and off he went, visiting the world for two years. However, even though his life was carefree, he constantly lusted for more power. His father, after a cancer scare, wrote a will, entrusting his fortune to Isaac in the case of his and his wife's death. Isaac saw his chance, and began planning their demise. They had been distant throughout his youth, and they were weak people, who had simply given him what he wanted. Isaac saw very little reason to not capitalize on a grave miscalculation on their part.

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It was also during this time, around his 22nd birthday, when his power started to manifest. He was practicing with his vocal coach, and hit a note that he had not previously been able to hit—a not that a normal person should not have been able to hit. It ruptured his vocal coach's heart, killing the man almost instantly. Isaac was immediately intrigued, and put his plans for doing in his parents on hold for a short time to figure out his potential in this area. Several months later, his parents mysteriously died in their beds of ruptured organs. Isaac had been in the house visiting at the time, buit the police quickly cleared him of foul play.

After coming into a large fortune, Isaac lived well, becoming a bit of a play boy, and socialite. His cousin, Audrey Lewis, threw, often illicit, parties at her home in St. Louis, and on one of these evenings (when Isaac was 33), a friend of a friend introduced Isaac to a man named Randall. Randall informed Isaac that he was special as well, and was forming a group that would come to be called the Collective. Isaac was flattered and very interested in the power he could gain by joining Randall, and became the fourth member of the six. Since then, he has supported the Collective with seemingly complete loyalty, although he is always looking for his chance to take control of the group.




_{c r e d e n t i a l s . . .}

what do you bring to the party ?

/// PLAYER INFORMATION

Name or Alias~ Bob, Dave
CBox Name~ BanalityBob
Contact Info~ Cbox or PM
Age~ 22
Years of RP Experience~ 10 ish
How Did You Find Us?~ By gabandying quite a large amount...

/// SAMPLE RP

Isaac entered his cousin's palatial, St. Louis estate, a parting gift from her last husband. He was dressed especially nicely this night, and a small, expertly wrapped box was held gingerly in his hand. The woman approaching him, smile on her pale oval face, and arms outstretched was dressed in a fine looking, purple gown, her dark brown curls piled atop her head.

”Isaac, darling, what a surprise,” she hugged him politely, pressing her lips against his cheek, then stepping back to look him over. ”I had hoped that you would be able to grace me with your presence on my birthday, but I had heard you were out of town.”

”Aubrey, love,” Isaac replied, ”How could I miss my favorite cousin's birthday? I can't believe you would think I was so cruel.” His face had a playful smirk twitching in the corner of his mouth, and he handed the small box to his cousin.

”I brought you a little something I had shipped in from my last trip to Taiwan. I hope you like it,” he added, motioning that the two of them should get away from the crowds of well dressed people that laughed and gossiped around the mansion. The two of them entered a small sitting room, Isaac closing the door behind them as Aubrey seated herself on a couch, arranging her skirts around her.

Sitting, Isaac, clasped his hands, looking at her in anticipation. ”Well, open it,” he said excitedly, eyes watching her tear the paper from the small box and open it.

Inside was a pair of exquisitely crafted pearl earrings, a key, and a picture of a handsome young man, obviously just out of his teens. Aubrey, smiled at the earrings, then looked at Isaac questioningly, a flirtatious quirk to the corner of her mouth.

”Isaac, you didn't.”

”Yes, love, I managed to track him down. He's currently at the Regency hotel downtown, Suite 217. The key is yours, and if you wear the earrings, he'll approach you of his own accord. If you weren't my favorite cousin, I'd be there right now, myself, but with the death of your last husband, Richard wasn't it? I figured you could use the relaxation. He can make you write with pleasure...or so I'm told.”

Did you read the rules: Several times now in fact...