astrid never really got used to paris at night. there was a certain energy to the city that made every little shadow feel alive. astrid lets herself imagine a life where she stays here for a while. where she comes home to a place of her own rather than a hotel room. her reverie, however, is cut short when she reaches for her cigarettes, only to find that she has forgotten her lighter. cursing under her breath, she walks around the perimeter until she spots a figure in the dark. “hey-- you got a lighter i can use?”
❝don’t you think it’s a bit late to light that candle?❞ isaac was not one to judge ― he was not the type of person to do so. however, the inquiry still left him at an impasse. of course, he didn’t condone the practice, out of genuine concern, but who was he to tell her how to live? ❝what are you doing out here anyway? everyone else is knocked out for the night.❞ he rubs his hands together, warming them in the night air, before reaching for a metallic object in his pocket. ❝for the record, i only keep this around for emergencies, and i’m pretty sure that this doesn’t count as one.❞
❝ ok but hear me out- ❞ seni gestures in a wide manner, nearly falling off of morpheus’s back as he perches cross-legged atop the horse. ❝ what if the roles were reversed; what if guys had the naturally thick asses, right? like who doesn’t want a peach, c’mon now-❞ there’s a giddy look in his eye as he reaches for another cookie present on the plate so unceremoniously balanced on his lap, a twinkle of mischief present on his expression as the trainer peers down intently at the other.❝ like tell me i’m wrong. come on, tell me!❞
❝we are not seriously having this conversation, right now.❞ isaac can barely contain the laughter that escapes his lips at the other’s words. ❝look. i’m not going to say that you’re wrong, but you’re definetly not right. is this like a personal issue of yours? if that’s the case, you need to start adding squats to your routine, bro!❞ while attempting to control his chortles, he opens a stack of feed and began replenishing the animal supplies. ❝i mean, i’m not one to brag or anything, but i’ve heard a few people say that i’m not so bad in that category. so, i don’t see how your statement holds up at all.❞
━━━ helloooo, it’s me adlynn! back at it again with my second clown, isaac !!
p.s. his intro is going to be hella short cause i’m half asleep. i want to have at least something for y’all to get an idea of him. might update it l8r or just check the page on his blog
☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ / jackson wang, , 25, he/him, cis male / ⟶ welcome to the big top isaac shen! i heard that you go by icarus and that you’re twenty-five and a/an aerial silk? that’s pretty impressive, considering you’ve been with the circus for 11 years. i heard people say you were lionhearted and endearing, but also brash and defensive, and that you remind them of tear-soaked pillows, meaningful tattoos, missed phone calls. guess we’ll see if it’s true, eh?
━━━ stats.
name: wei “isaac” shen
occupation: aerial silk
age: twenty-five
pronouns: he/him
s/o: heterosexual
star sign: capricorn
hometown: hong kong, china
status: single
label: the lionheart
height: 174cm ( 5’9″ )
weight: 63 kg ( 139 lbs )
hair: dark brown ( natural ), dyed on occassion
eyes: chestnut
temperament: meloncholic
mbti: istj - the logistician
alignment: lawful good
sin: envy
virtue: humility
enneagram: the challenger
element: earth
━━━ tl;dr. | tw. crime & death
i’m basically basing him off of richard grayson’s backstory ( if you know you know ) but with some changes here and there once my brain cells start working tomorrow.
isaac was a twelve-year-old circus acrobat, the youngest of a family act called the cardinal dragons of the hong kong circus. he joined the act at a very young age, having been trained in acrobatics from birth by his parents.
while performing in hong kong, as the circus prepared for the final show, he overheard a man who was a representative of the chinese triad ( a well-known and feared criminal organization ) threatening to sabotage and cause harm to the performers unless the circus' owner paid extortion money. however, not letting up, the owner refused to do so.
that night, during the performance, isaac watched in horror as his parents' high wire snapped, sending his parents hurtling to their deaths, all while many of hong kong’s elite watched on.
the incident was boiled down to a side article with the help of the triad lending out some hush money. after that, isaac became a hallow shell of himself. he skipped practices and outright left in the middle of performances with fear choking the life out of him whenever he took to the stage. at one point, he thought about giving up on his talents and quitting the circus entirely to restart on his life. or whatever was left of it with his family gone.
eventually, the owner of the circus realized the toll it was taking on him to stay in hong kong, and having to go on the same stage his parents had died with a smile on his face. and sent a letter of recommendation and assistant to an old friend of his touring with the renowned cirque de la luna, asking to take isaac in and give back the love and hope he previously had with the art of cirque entertainment.
to this day, isaac feels responsible for the events that transpired that night all because he did not take the time to speak with his parents and warn them of the danger.
like i said in haeyoon’s intro, just hmu if you want me to go more in-depth about isaac’s backstory or personality & i’m making a connections page for him too so spare plots pls
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