[cis man and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [HENRY ISAACS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ALEX FITZALAN]. You must be the [TWENTY-EIGHT] year old [LIBRARIAN/AUTHOR]. Word is you’re [HARD-WORKNIG] but can also be a bit [CONFORMIST] and your favorite song is [FAMILY LINE BY CONAN GRAY]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!
FULL NAME: Henry William Isaacs
NICKNAME(S): None
AGE: Twenty Eight
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man & He/Him
SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Asexual & Homoromantic
BIRTH PLACE: Prosper, Texas
BIRTHDAY: 7 January
ZODIAC: Capricorn
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: In a relationship with Josie Reyes @xjosiecat
HEIGHT: 5'9"
OCCUPATION: Librarian/Author
EDUCATION: High School, Bachelor's in English and Creative Writing (Aurora Bay College), Master's in Library Science (Aurora Bay College)
NEIGHBORHOOD: Ocean Crest Apartments
ARRIVAL IN TOWN: 2015 — 11 Years Ago
PARENTS: William Isaacs (Father) — Living , Marilyn Isaacs (Mother) — Living
SIBLINGS: Harley Isaacs Raven Kingsley (Sister) — Living / Estranged
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Spanish
PETS: Wednesday (Black Lab), Wendy (Fish)
BIOGRAPHY !
There was absolutely nothing unusual about the Isaacs from the outside: high school sweethearts William and Marilyn married only a year after graduating from college. The two of them settled down in their hometown Prosper, Texas—a small town just north of Dallas. William immediately began his career in law and Marilyn worked as a schoolteacher. Five years after they married, Marilyn gave birth to a lovely little baby girl, Harley—and a year later, she gave birth to Henry. Due to the proximity of their ages, Henry and Harley got along so well that many people would have believed they were twins if they didn't know better. Growing up, the siblings were different, but their differences were what made them a pair. Neither was seen without the other and when one got into trouble, the other was always right there beside them. They were two sides of the same coin. Harley was Henry's best friend, and the only person he could count on.
William always wanted a career in politics—however, his career never took off past local government, where he served several terms as a city councilman and eventually mayor. Henry and his sister were always to blame for their father's failed career, and at night when he was half a bottle of whisky in, he made sure they knew it. Harley's dresses were always a little askew or Henry didn't answer a press question exactly the way his father wanted; it was never his own fault. After ever failed election, the two of them were to blame—and their mother just stood off to the side, continuing to tell her children: your father's career is important to him, to us. Neither child understood what they did wrong, but at least they had each other.
At home, Henry's father disciplined them with a heavy hand, often going a little too far after a few drinks—and because of this, Henry did his best not to anger his father as much as possible. Henry didn't want to anger the man any more than he had to with frivolous little kid problems. There were many nights when Henry couldn't sleep because he could hear his dad downstairs, drunk and causing a scene, he'd sneak into his sister's room and curl up beside her and hoped that one day all of it would go away. Though the second they were in the public eye, nothing was wrong—their dad knew where to hide the bruises, but more importantly, he acted as if everything was perfect, and made sure they did too. As much as his childhood sucked, he had his sister there to keep him safe. And no one ever suspected what was happening behind closed doors—and who would suspect the mayor.
In high school, Henry and Harley branched out slightly. Harley found comfort around other artists. Whereas Henry took to sports, despite his own love of books. Soccer wasn't on the top of their father's list of sports that he wanted his son to play, so in a small act of defiance, that's what Henry choose. He excelled at it, too, with all his unresolved anger towards his father fuelling him on the field. And while soccer might not have been what his father would have chosen for him, he told Henry that if he was going to play soccer, he had to be the best at it. So he worked harder and got better, and by his junior year he was practically guaranteed the captaincy for his senior year.
But it was his junior year that everything started falling apart. Coming from a family that had been raised Southern Baptist, there were some things that just weren't allowed. For the most part, Henry did his best to avoid his dad's anger. When his dad came in raging one night, Henry had no reason to assume that anything was wrong other than his dad's usual anger. That night, however, was different. Usually, Henry and his sister didn't fight back, hoping that would make it end sooner, but that night there was a voice arguing back—his sister's voice. Henry rushed downstairs to try and calm the situation down, but realized almost instantly that it would do no good. Henry watched as the argument got heated and stood there unable to move. He knew what the argument was about, even if he stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face. Their dad gave Halrley an ultimatum: break up or get the fuck out of my house. She stood up and walked towards the door, pausing only for a second to turn back to Henry and ask him: Well, are you coming? And Henry shook his head no in response.
Months went by where Henry regretted the decision he had made that night. He should have gone with Hal instead of being a coward and choosing their father. He wanted the comfort of a warm bed and to know where his next meal was coming from. He hadn’t meant to choose his dad over his sister. In one night, Henry lost the one person he had always counted on, and it was his own decision, his own fault. He tried to reach out to her, but she refused to answer his calls—eventually his calls were answered by someone other than his sister, and he gave up trying. She probably hated him, and she had a good reason to. But as much as he hated his father, he couldn’t help to think that Harley was also wrong. Why couldn’t she have conformed to their dad’s ideals for just a little longer? She was closer to leaving than he was, and he had no intention of his father finding out any of his own secrets.
With his sister gone, life didn’t get any better at home. Whereas before the two had to share the wrath from their father, suddenly it was all directed at Henry as if it was his fault she was gone. His father was more brutal than ever, angry at his daughter for everything she was, and taking it out on Henry as if he was the reason why. To cope with the pressure of having to deal with his dad for another year and a half, he turned to drinking. No one noticed the changes at first. People always asked about Harrley, until they got tired of Henry’s snappy remarks. He finished his junior year broken and angry. His senior year wasn’t much better. His drinking was at an all-time high, and it showed on the field: eventually Henry’s playing got bad enough that his coach benched him for the rest of the season and all of the places he wanted to go to college didn't want him anymore with the exception of Aurora Bay College.
Although Henry had been in contact with several colleges that offered scholarships for soccer, by the end of his high school education, his grades weren't the best and he basically hadn't played more than two games since junior year. No team wanted him and no college wanted him. He almost convinced himself that he was fine with staying put in Prosper, but then he finally got an acceptance from Aurora Bay College. With nothing to his name and a father telling him, he'd never pay for college in California, Henry finally left home. College was a better experience for him—although still quiet and reserved, he managed to make friends and eventually joined the soccer team. Henry got a degree in creative writing and English, then decided to stick around to get a graduate degree in library science. He decided to stay in Aurora Bay after getting a graduate degree. He got a job at the library—his dream job—straight out of grad school. Since graduating in 2022, he's written a book that's set to be published in June 2025—under a pseudonym.
HEADCANONS !
The subject of his book is about a man in his mid twenties who falls in love with his roommate—it is not autobiographical.
His second book, that he started writing at the beginning of 2026, is about the two main characters from his first book, two and a half years later. It takes place after NYE where the main character freaks out over not getting proposed to that evening and second guesses their relationship.
“ he knows “ Linnea replied with a small smirk as she glanced back to see her son beaming with happiness and she couldn’t help but smile at him. Kids were always the plan but never this young, not when she still had her career going so well. And then she had to quit everything but she never regretted nico. “ I know, especially considering I do have a couple, he just must think I need more. I do spend an awful lot of time with my aunt. “
“ Linnea. This is Nico. It’s nice to meet you despite the random way it happened “ @henrysisaacs
Henry wanted children. At least two, it was important that they had a sibling so they could talk about all the terrible ways their father was messing up. He hadn't exactly talked to Josie about it though it was probably obvious. "Well, I also don't have that many friends that I hang out with a ton. I'm dating my best friend. So it's mostly just us, hanging out at home together." He loved that though.
"No, it's totally cool. I'm used to children. I work at the library," he replied.
"Good. Sometimes having roommates is hard, so I'm glad to know yours is a very different story. Last time I had roommates it was a world of drama." Partially because it was during the filming of her reality show that thrived on drama, but it was still insanely stressful. "Its rare to find a friend like that, too. One that's been around for so long, ya know."
"I love my roommate. We've always worked well together." The way he spoke about Josie was entirely romantic. "I've heard roommates can be problematic sometimes. Depends on the situation. I'm a pretty easy person to live with, I think." Even if his father didn't believe that. "Sometimes I think it's more than friendship."
"Can we please be done dancing? I feel like my legs are about to fall off." Henry leaned against his forehead against Josie's for a moment before hugging him. It isn't his first pride event, he's celebrated with Josie in the past, but more as an ally than anything else. This is the first year he's celebrating as himself with Josie by his side as something more than just a friend. "I always forget how chaotic this is," he admitted. They might come here all the time, especially when Josie performs, but it's another level of chaos in June. His eyes weren't on anyone else here tonight, they never were. "I love you."
Are there any physical items that make your muse happy?
"My reading journal. I have an app I use to keep track of books, but I also have a reading journal. It's nice to go back to the journal and read my initial thoughts about the books I read."
"I have favorite childhood books. I don't think that really counts though. I could go on and on about the books that made an impact on me as a child. I think the only childhood toy I played with was probably a soccer ball."
"I don't really use pet names for people. Although sometimes I call Josie my significant annoyance. Only when he's being annoying though, so that's kind of rare. I find pet names kind of cringy, so I try to avoid them as best as possible."
"Hi, welcome in." Eden sighed when she heard the bell chime above the door. She loved when she worked the night shift at Driftwood because it was significantly slower than it was in the mornings, which meant she got to read between making coffee and taking orders. Unfortunately, that also meant that customers typically interrupted her books when they were just getting to the good parts.
"What can I get for you?" She asked though her eyes were still glued to the page of her novel.
Late nights weren't unusual for Henry. The library may have closed at a decent time, but he had always been someone who loved to stay up late. These days his late nights were spent with Josie or in his office working on his book. There were some days that he needed out of his office, especially since the house was still a mess and his home library was in absolute disarray. Laptop bag across his shoulder, he walked up to the counter.
"You flatter me too much," Josie teases, soaking up the compliments. "You want me to make you a crown, too?" he asks, happy to do so, "I feel like I need more flowers, though. I want to make sure you're crown is full and fit for a king, or queen." Roses are lovely, sure, but he wants Henry to have a crown for himself rather than made from his so-called leftovers. Not that he minds sharing, of course. He's willing to give Henry anything.
"I flatter you just enough. At least one of us needs a big ego and we both know that won't be me." He was far too humble for that. "Well, no, not really. I want to go home, but you seem to be enjoying yourself here." Henry feels the flush on his face. He's still not good at asking for what he wants. It wasn't that Henry hated hanging around town, quite the opposite. He feels weird not having Wednesday by his side and he'd rather spend an afternoon curled up with Josie on the couch than out in public. "I just find you really attractive with the flower crown is all. You should wear one all the time." He kisses his partner's cheek. "I love you." He reaches out and holds Josie's hand. "I wrote the proposal scene in my book the other day. It was super romantic. Not that I have first hand experience with proposals or anything."
"I'm impressed you managed to have a fish that lasted that long, seriously. But yeah, totally different type of pet owner mindset between the two."
He could only nod along, knowing that it was going to eventually happen but that he'd have to make a serious look at his own time before pursuing a pet. "Whoa, that's super cool! Doing the hard work keeping libraries going I'm sure isn't always easy. I'm guessing you have a job already at the library, or have you just been focusing on finishing school first?"
"Moving isn't easy," Luca could agree, shaking his head at the thought of it. He hadn't moved in years, but it was still one of those things that had bad memories associated with it. "It's going to be amazing once you're done, but annoying as anything in the middle of it. But sounds like you're well aware of that."
"It's because the tank is the right kind of tank. And not like a tiny little fish bowl." That was everyone's mistake for fish. Small tanks were only good for very tiny fish. His goldfish had a pretty large tank.
It was funny because a lot of people thought that working in a library was just a job people could have when in reality most workers there had a master's degree. "Oh, no, I finished school about... well I guess it's been almost 5 years now." Henry could have gone back home to Texas after graduating, except he loved this town and his relationship.
"It doesn't help that I have a ton of books." For as much as he read books from the library, it didn't stop him from having a library of his own. "I really want it to be over already. I mean I don't know how many boxes of books I can reasonably carry before I get tired of it." Plus furnishing a house was a lot more expensive than he expected. "If you know anyone who needs a bed, we have an extra one."
Linnea rarely apologized to people but when her son was throwing things around like every person was part of the festival she knew she couldn’t just let it be. “ he is a very energetic and friendly two. “ she explained as she took the crown again and placed it on her own head until she knew Nico wouldnt toss it again. “ he does this with everything and I’m convinced it’s his way of making sure I talk to people. “ the incident with the dance flyers was still in her head @henrysisaacs
"Cute." Henry was used to kids because of the library. They constantly showed up to ask him questions and he enjoyed them. He hadn't spoken about it with Josie, but eventually they'd get there. Part of the reason that he'd insisted on such a big house was extra space for kids. But he wanted to get engaged before having kids. "You know it's bad when your kid misbehaves because they think you need friends." He chuckled. "I'm Henry."
Cam can't help but snort at the thought. Four days is so little time, but also plenty to have something go haywire. She knows it as well as he does, and she's seen it happen in her line of work.
His admission, though, has her amusement dissipate, replaced with a wide-eyed curiosity.
"Crush?" she asks, then she squints. "Don't think I've used that word in a long time." Whether it be because her verbiage is different when it comes to matters of the heart, but Camryn isn't judging. "Good for you, then. Have you planned any fun dates yet?"
Henry wasn't one of those people who cared much about changing who he was. He'd spent so long trying to mold himself into his father's impossible expectations. Now he liked the person he was, even if the person he was wasn't brave.
"Well I've never had a crush before." He'd always been so confused when people talked about liking someone. He shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know what counts as a date. We've known each other for a long time. We've lived together since sophomore year of college." And he'd fallen in love with Josie over the last several years. "This is all new to me."
💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?
"I am a planner, yes. I don't like to go into something without knowing every detail about it first. My days are usually planned out pretty well for the most part. Not every details, but yeah. I like plans."
