Isaac Daniels

Isaac || 21 || Film Major at BHU “I suffered my own battles. I suffer still.”

[lora-mayweather-blog]

"There’s a spider in your hair," Lora retorted with a smirk. "If it helps your ego, however, we can say I was marveling over your mediocre looks."

[isaac-daniels]

Isaac ruffled his hair, hopefully knocking the spider loose. "I think I'll go with the second one, except I'll substitute astounding for mediocre."

[isaac-daniels]

"Do you have a staring problem or something?"

[tsarchived-deactivated20150713]

If only he had asked – that would be a lie. Terra would not have allowed him to film her either way, but she would have appreciated him more if he had. The truth was, Terra believed everyone to have an ulterior motive; who knew, perhaps this fellow would steal her soul with this camera. She would not put it past a number of town dwellers. He seemed casual, however, ditzy almost and at his sorry she almost felt bad; almost. “That is all right,” Terra said to him, “But you ought to ask next time.”

[isaac-daniels]

Isaac did feel bad--not terrible--but bad. "My name is Isaac," he said, introducing himself to change the subject from his rude behavior. 

[tsarchived-deactivated20150713]

Terra shook her head, and when the camera was on her she let her hair fall forward. She did not like being photographed, much less being filmed. She liked to be invisible. This boy with his third eye made her uncomfortable; beautiful light or not. “I do not think that is a very good idea,” she told him and pointed at his camera. Terra did not in the least feel flattered at his implication that she, or she in combination with the light, was beautiful. All she knew was that she wanted no one to look at her on television. “I’m sure the light is lovely, but if you could find someone else to walk for you, please.”

[isaac-daniels]

Isaac dropped his arm down, pointing his camera at the ground, and looked at her, puzzled. Did she just say no? No one had ever really done that to him before. People usually obliged him, and because of that, Isaac had almost stopped seeing his 'shots' as people--people with the right to turn him down. He bent down, placing his camera in the bag, and looked back up at her. "Sorry," he said, actually meaning it. He'd been so absorbed in filmmaking recently, he'd rarely had the time to act like an actual human being as opposed to some obsessed maniac. 

[isaac-daniels]

evangeline-abrams:

Her hand resting on her hip and her head cocked curiously, Evangeline demanded, “Let me see,” strolling over to the tree to lean down, a bit excited to see what he had been so passionate about. “You really think that?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow despite the fact that she was secretly pleased by the compliment. “Thank you. What’s this shot for?”

He held out the camera to show her, figuring it was the least he could do for stopping her in her tracks. Normally he didn't like to show people the shots on this little screen because it hardly did them justice. "I do really think that," he said, pointing at the screen. "See the way the light filters through that bit of your hair and your face is sort of cast in shadow? You look beautiful. It almost crazy that a shot like this--something so ethereal--was taken on this campus." Isaac looked up at her and shrugged at her question. "I don't really have anything in mind to use it for, but I saw you walk by and just knew I had to have the shot. I'm Isaac, by the way. Sorry for ordering you around."

[isaac-daniels]

navyseal-lp:

Levi froze in his steps and looked over at where the voice was coming from. The command may annoy some people, or in the least, puzzle them but Levi was an artist and he was more than used to the odd requests they made. A wry smile twisted his lips and he adjusted his hold on the box he was carrying before turning and walking a few paces back. 

When he walked forward this time, he walked slower and mimicked his previous posture and gait as perfectly as he could. He watched the blonde out of the corner of his eye, trying to place him. BHU wasn’t the largest campus and the arts department was a fairly tight knit community. 

Isaac grasped at his camera and turned it on, pointing it at the boy. He backed up, just like he'd asked, and walked again--perfectly. He'd wasted no time. The shot looked exactly the same. When Isaac watched it through the camera, he immersed himself in it. He pictured the soft, soothing music that could flow in between the lines of this shot and live there as if they existed in real life--as if every time this particular boy walked in front of this particular sunset, the universe mustered up soft angelic tones because that was what was expected for something this beautiful. 

Once he got the shot, Isaac played it back, too absorbed in it's beauty to look up and explain himself right away. Never again would there be a shot that looked exactly like this one, and he'd captured it. He felt honored. After a few moments he looked up at the boy and shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, for being psychotic," he said. "I'd show you the shot, but it's not perfect yet. It looks way better on a computer, too. I'm Isaac."

[isaac-daniels]

nikolaidemeter:

It wasn’t often that Nikolai found himself on campus. He really had no business being there, having never gone to college himself, nor truly wishing to, but sometimes he found it nice to venture into the parts of Barton Hollow he rarely got to see. Thus, he had gone anyway.

He’d only been there for a couple of minutes when Isaac had stopped him and asked him to back up, and though Nik did find it to be an odd request, he was amused by the seemingly energetic youth all the same, thus he complied. Taking a couple of steps backward first, he soon turned to the boy and asked, “do it again from here?”

Isaac watched the boy back up and nodded at him. "Yeah, okay now walk with your head down just a little," he said absentmindedly, totally absorbed in the scene. This guy had to be one of the most gorgeous people he'd ever seen, and the sunset hitting him made him look almost angelic. "Wait no! You didn't really have your head down. Don't listen to me, just walk by." He trained the camera on him and waited, fidgeting with impatience. He wanted it to look perfect, just like it had the first time.

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terrasilas:

Terrawas no longer a foreigner to the campus. Although she was not a student, she found herself in lectures a couple of times a week. She was not supposed to be here, but so far no one had asked her to leave. Today she had listened to a lecture about parapsychology, and as she walked across the field to get to the road, she was entirely lost in thought. That was until a boy called for her and startled her out of her drifting.

She turned to the fellow with a frown, confused as to what she was supposed to do again. As far as Terra was concerned, she hadn’t done anything that would warrant a repetition. “Pardon?” Then she saw his camera and pointed at it, “You weren’t going to take a photo of me, were you?”

Isaac looked at her, impatient. The sun was setting fast. There was no way the light would stay this perfect for much longer. He pressed recored and trained it on her. "I was going to film you walking by, actually." His words were rushed. "The light hit you perfectly and the shot was beautiful. Why I ever turn my camera off is beyond me." 

[isaac-daniels]

evangeline-abrams:

Evangeline strode across the campus of Barton Hollow University, filled to the brim with anxiety after taking a particularly stressful history exam. Barely noticing the skinny blonde man lounging beneath a tree, a camera bag beside him, she all but jumped when he called out to her. “I - what?” she question, confusion evident in her hazel irises. “You want me to walk by you again?” Tilting her head with curiosity, she still complied, slowly walking by him once more. “There. Now, why did you want me to do that?”

Isaac pulled out his camera and popped the lens cap off, training it on the girl and hitting record. The light was still perfect. She'd done it just in time. If it had taken her any longer--if there'd been any argument or explanation at all--the sun would've dipped too far down in the sky and the shot would've been compromised. As it was, she backed up and walked past again, self-consciously brushing her hair from her face with a timid gesture and everything was perfect. The shot was golden. He played it back once, scrutinizing it carefully before he even bothered to acknowledge she'd spoken to him. When he was satisfied, he closed his camera and looked up at the girl. 

"You just looked so--" he paused, struggling to find the right word. "Transcendant!"

[isaac-daniels]

Isaac sat beneath the tree, his favorite place on campus, and watched the people go by. He had his camera bag beside him, as he always did, and the sun was just starting to dip below the horizon. Someone walked by, the sun filtering through their hair just perfectly--the shadows lining their face and making them look magical. 

"Wait!" he said to the stranger, fumbling for his camera. "Wait, back up! I need you to do that again!" He didn't even take the time to consider how odd his behavior might seem.

[bartonhollowrpg]

“I saw your face and that’s the last I’ve seen of my heart.”

Name → Isaac Daniels “He Laughs”

Age → Twenty-One

Species → Human, Can See Ghosts

Occupation → Student @ BHU

Specialization → Film; Specializing in Cinematography

Neighborhood → Tennessee Williams Park, Dorm #11

Personality;

+ Affectionate, Artistic, Cheeky, Sagacious

- Caustic, Quixotic, Pretentious

Isaac’s Past;

Isaac had always known he was different than most of the boys at school. While the boys were busy chasing after the pretty girls, he was looking at the boys doing the chasing. Isaac, however, was never ashamed of his affections and he never hid from them as many boys are prone to do. His upbringing had given him an open mind and an understanding attitude, letting him accept how he felt and move on. He was able to brush the insults away, not that there were many. Isaac had been blessed with a sharp sense of humor and a cocky wit that made people like and hate him all at once. They all want to be him, funny and absolutely loveable. This constantly let him walk in the limelight completely unmarred. 

Isaac made his way through high school and the beginning years of college mostly unscathed. He coasted, getting good grades, but nothing spectacular. He got into BHU, not having any clue as to what he was going to specialize in, but it didn’t matter. It would come to him eventually, and it did. He decided to take a cinematography class, mostly just for fun, but in it he found what he knew he wanted to do for the rest of his life. And it was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life that brought him to Judah. He had just bought a new camera and as he was walking out of the store, he nearly collided into the ghost.

For weeks, Isaac had felt a pull towards something or someone he’d never seen or met before, but he felt something reaching out to him, felt something pulling at his heart. He looked everywhere he went, searched for that thing that wanted him so badly. And finally he materialized in front of him, this boy or man, he couldn’t quite tell, with messy hair and a shadow of a crooked smile. He started out as a shadow, a shimmer of something real, and then he began to flicker a little less and become a bit more substantial. This boy had chosen Isaac; they felt a connection that surpassed death and worlds. “Judah,” the ghost whispered. And then he was gone. After that, everything seemed to just fall into place.

Knowing Judah was a ghost, one would have expected his voice to boom and bellow, like in all of the movies. Ghosts were supposed to be devious and dangerous and have an aura of mischief around them. One was supposed to know that they were talking to something dangerous and other worldly, but Judah’s voice calmed Isaac down; he could see himself settling in the sound of his mumbles. And after a while, it wasn’t like he was talking to a ghost… they were just like normal boys falling in love. They could laugh and joke and whisper with each other just as any other pair could… it all felt normal, tangible, real. 

Judah had told Isaac that his previous life didn’t matter, that what mattered now was the fact that he was here with him… but Isaac couldn’t help himself. His curiosity got the better of him and he researched who Judah had been before his death. He found out that he was a quiet soul in life, an artist who danced around the edges of society. He died in a car accident years before Isaac had even been born, making Judah older than Isaac had ever imagined. It was heart pounding, life changing, awe inducing information. That this ghost could reach out to him, that they could be something, despite the years separating them, was astounding. But he fought for it, feeling how real it truly was. In Isaac’s mind, nothing mattered except for their love.

Sometimes Judah would wake Isaac up with a kiss. Kissing Judah always felt fake and real at the same time, like it was a whisper away from being so potent the world would implode. But he always tasted a bit like dust, like something so unsubstantial it made Isaac want to weep. But he fell in love with that kind of kiss, wanted nothing except for that touch forever. And when it was gone, he lusted for that false promise of a touch. But Judah was a ghost and Isaac was alive; their worlds weren’t meant to coincide. This meant that their love would have to come to an end, as all good things eventually do. And one day, Judah just stopped turning up, stopped reaching for Isaac. When that happened, Isaac had no idea how to feel. After all those nights of falling in love with him—falling asleep with him lying next to him—he never even thought of the possibility that it could just end so abruptly. He should have seen it coming… he was a smart guy and relationships with ghosts just shouldn’t last, can’t last. So he should have seen it coming, but he didn’t. And it hurt him all the worse for it. Sometimes he meets up with him in his dreams, but that’s even more elusive than loving a ghost. Loving the ghost of a ghost is just pathetic. 

Currently in Barton Hollow;

It was so hard to try and forget Judah. Issac can still feel the pain deep within; sharp and incessant every time he moves or breathes… like “there he is, curled up inside my heart and soul”. That kind of longing…it’s not good for someone. He knows he has to move on, because things like that aren’t healthy… and they never work out. Ever. Still, though, sometimes Isaac looks down, or sees his shadow in the corner of his eye and he thinks it’s him, it’s Judah. So he lets himself believe that, that maybe he’s watching over him even after they’ve finished. It’s comforting, this thought of having someone you love watch over you. But it’s never enough, always falling short of what he wants from the world. He can’t survive on scraps alone.

So Isaac forces himself to accept that Judah left. And even though Isaac feels a terrible absence in his life, he’s been able to use it to his advantage and put everything into his work. He created a film for the Barton Hollow Film Fest, and it spoke about loss and absence and life and death and what happens after… it won Best in Show. He still feels empty, but at least he has something to show for it… if he doesn’t have anything else, at least he has the memories.

His Quirks;

Isaac is in love with filmmaking. He finds capturing events for others to see and presenting them in a new light peaceful. 

Isaac tends to make jokes when things start to get too serious in the room. He has a sharp sense of humor and it’s hard for people not to love him. Sometimes his humor is too much though, and it can make quieter people feel uncomfortable, overwhelmed. 

Isaac tends to be a dreamer. He likes to believe that everything will work out, no matter the odds. 

Sometimes Isaac’s humor can get bitter, usually when he’s been thinking about Judah. He starts to get too sarcastic, too scathing, just simply, bitter.

Isaac can get cheeky with his teachers sometimes, tending to be a class-clown, even though he does take his study of Film very seriously. He just likes the attention being cheeky can get him.

Isaac tends to be a very good judge of character.

Isaac’s Connections;

Judah Winters

Judah never told Isaac that he loved him, because ghosts are doomed to repeat the past, and Judah had never loved someone before, didn’t have time to. So Isaac loved enough for the both of them, he made up for what Judah lacked… or thought he did. His soul was edged in grey by the time Judah was done with him. Their love was epic, one that Judah knew would burn Isaac away, not quickly, but slowly - only stealing from the edges. They loved each other completely, but a ghost and a human falling in a love can only end in disaster. 

His face claim is Jamie Campbell Bower and he is currently played by Hannah in PST. 

Song: I Fell In Love With A Dead Boy by Antony & The Johnsons (x)

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