“I just want things to be normal— without drama, FOR ONCE.” it would be a highlight for Bonnie to experience some sort of quiet life– yet, she was not naive enough to believe it would happen upon her return to San Francisco. She had dealt with a lot of drama— but since returning a few weeks prior, she had begun to enjoy a quieter life, one that did not involve witches, supernatural beings or any form of drama or danger. for once, she felt SAFE, SECURE— BRAVE. “I know it wont last, trust me, I know, but, at least for ONE minute, please let me just enjoy my drink before you rain on my parade, or whatever.” She exhaled, raising the cup of tea to her lips, before turning to the individual.
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he’s a little caught off-guard by her comments, fingers stalling from where they’d been about to wipe down the countertops across from her. he’s not an employee but there’s something sticky on the surface that’s been driving him crazy. maybe it’s strange, that he travels with lysol wipes in his back pocket, but he likes to think he’s just proactive. “ sorry, there’s just — this sticky spot. ” he smiles sheepishly, swiping it down quickly before tossing the wipe into the trash. “ no raining on your parade here. parade away. ” he knows how important a stiff drink after a hard day can be — he does come from a family, ish, of hunters.
of course it smelled like something was burning. by the time she had woken up to the pounding on her door, her curtains were aflame. she sleeps with a fire extinguisher under her bed just in case of moments like this, when she’s too out of it to put them out herself – giving herself a helping hand of extinguishing them before she races to the front door and pulling it open. the smoke was thin outside until this moment, coming out in waves and somewhere in the building setting the alarm off. “sorry, i was trying to cook eggs.” sounds like a great excuse, right? maybe not considering it’s three a.m. / @apxstarters
he wakes up to the smell of smoke. his senses are a little more attuned than your average human — a fact of which he sometimes resents, especially when his neighbors are bbqing — so it’s likely he’s the only one who’s noticed. almost a given, considering it’s the middle of the night. a palm against his door comes back cool, means there’s no fire in the hallway likely, so he ventures outside. he doesn’t have a savior complex, exactly, but he’s not the type of person who can sense something terrible about to happen and ignore it. it’s why he starts knocking on doors, searching for the source of the smoke with apologies and half-smiles. when he stops at this one, he knows it’s the right one: he’s practically choking on the ashy scent. he knocks three times, poised for a fourth when the door opens. “ you were making eggs. ” he blinks, tone dubious. “ did you leave them on the stove for an hour ? ” IT’S A LEGITIMATE QUESTION.
“ did you? ” he thinks that’s overestimating the growth of technology, considering only years ago the only functioning hover boards were one, not only not true hoverboards, but two, setting themselves on fire for no apparent reason. “ i feel like if flying cars were on the cards doc brown would’ve broken the fourth wall to lose his mind. ” and, to that end, if he did they would probably be closer to that actuality. win win.
“ CALL IT WISH FULFILLMENT. i’ve always wanted to fly but i hate planes. ” he’s got no problem with heights, or even with enclosed spaces; it’s the people. packed in like sardines, elbows to elbows with strangers whose hands have been god knows where isn’t on his to-do list. “ i’d pay to see a good fourth wall break. i hope i live long to see it happen. ”
“To be honest, I can’t say I ever considered it.” Given for the vast majority of her life, her ‘normality’ had been an ever swinging pendulum between life and death, considering the future had never been high on her radar. Sure she had hopes and dreams, but the older shot got the more Bonnie decided it was better, no safer to live in the now – past and future be damned. “Maybe we should be thankful for that, least if Black Mirror is anything to go by.”
“ — never ? not even once ? ” now that’s a surprise. he’s always wondered about technological advances, wondered what kind of PROBLEMS they might be able to solve in the future as a result of them. ( flying cars, in comparison, might not be that earth shattering but he’s thought about it more than he’s willing to admit. ) “ huh. maybe i put too much stock in the jetsons. ” or he’s got an overactive imagination, contrary to everything he’s ever been told by primary school teachers. “ what’s a black mirror ? ” in truth, even before he died, he wasn’t always up to date on the latest shows and movies. ( movie nights in the bunker usually ended with him picking 80′s movies, everyone else groaning, and springing for pizza to make up for it. )
“how old are you?” she was clearly JUDGING the grown man. even if by his final words, it was easy to assume that he had probably died somewhere in the past. “try again in about fifty more years. with luck there will be something more than the iphone xxx.” and granted, she would buy it. capitalism be damned, she had the money. except, then again, she would be dead by then.
“ old enough that i’ve owned a pager and a tamagotchi. i’ll let you do the math. ” he’s never really felt old, more like a teenager who kept physically aging but never quite kept up with the maturity part — an IMPOSTER of an adult, or a relic clinging to his youth by threads. now, on the other side of oblivion, he thinks he might finally feel some of that age he’s tacked on. “ they’re on fifty now, aren’t they ? 300 might be lowballing it. ” he’s never had an iphone, or a phone that had anything even RESEMBLING a touch screen, but saying as much would only reinforce how old he feels at the moment.
”You watch too many movies,” that was rich coming from the guy that was a complete geeky, and that watched all the back to the future movies. But he was not insulting him, just being playful, “But, in my opinion, technlogy did channge a lot, I mean, depending from which year you are talking about,” it truly didn’t change a lot from 10 years agao to the present, but probably changed more than people would expected.
“ not exactly. it was the jetsons. ” there’s something about saturday morning cartoons that make smile, even years later. “ it’s only been four years. aside from about twelve new versions of the iphone, not much has changed. ”
‘ you have too much faith in the brilliance of humanity , ’ a millennia of growth and rebekah still hadn’t witnessed the wonders generations dreamt of . except perhaps women’s fashion , of which she is a proud pioneer . but flying cars ? deadpan smile find its way past her expression , ‘ nice idea , though . ’
" yeah, i know. i’ve always had too much faith in people. ” in ways, it’s his fatal flaw. it had MOST DEFINITELY led to his death, after all. “ if they can make refrigerators order your groceries for you, flying cars can’t be too far off. ”
“Really? Cause I thought we’d be living underwater like that Jonas Brother’s song.” A laugh emitted from the blonde’s lips as she shook her head. Not something she actually believed but it humored her enough before she tilted her slightly. “You know they actually have a few prototypes. They just haven’t been able to get it to be fuel efficient enough and pass all the other tests to get into production. Teleportation tubes would be pretty cool though. Very Futurama.”
two kinds of people in the world. she says jonas brothers, he says busted. he can’t help the grimace, though he forces it away with a laugh as he agrees. “ yeah, guess so. ” he’s not one for letting a bad first impression linger though and his eyes light up when she mentions the prototypes. he loves that; loves that there’s hope. he’s an optimistic person by nature so even if they’re just ideas, just words on some scientist’s blackboard of hypotheticals, he’ll take it. “ that’s incredible. ” he whistles, smile on his face. “ here’s hoping we see something in our lifetime. ” unlikely, yes, but there’s that optimism again. “ i read something the other day about these bullet trains they’re trying to build. they’d run underwater and travel from continent to continent. it sounds too good to be true but if they could make it work. ” he clicks his tongue against his teeth. “ GAME CHANGER. ”
◥█̆̈◤ Ten of Cups - what family memories does your character hold dear?
there aren’t very many positive memories of his father but whenever he got to see his mother, and his half sister, those would be the happier ones. his sister was four years older than him so i think he was always trying to impress her because she seemed so cool to him.
i think his happiest memory is probably a trip they took to the lake. i think they probably camped out under the stars, made smores, and he even caught his first fish. he’s got a little scar between his thumb and his finger from where he accidentally stuck himself with the hook and it reminds him of those happier times.
“ i really thought we’d have flying cars by now. ” the year is 2030, four years after his life was PREMATURELY snuffed out – or RIPPED out, if you’re getting technical, by the demon azazel. maybe he should be a little more freaked out, or angry, but instead he’s just disappointed. “ — or teleportation tubes. technology really hasn’t changed that much. ” @apxstarters
that’s ISAAC TREMBLAY not STEPHEN AMELL. he’s 34 years old and a RUGARU. he may be empathetic, loyal, & trustworthy but he’s also cautious, single-minded & vulnerable.
idk why the admins keep letting me pick up muses but i am eternally grateful for it. we’re going to keep this short and sweet bc i’m sure y’all, like me, are lazy.
isaac is a rugaru. they’re basically cousins to leviathans and wendigos. i won’t go into the lore much but you can read about it here. TLDR? rugarus are humans with cannibal genes. you’re gucci until you taste human flesh and then it’s game over, homies.
his family is complicated. his mother had an affair with his father, resulting in him. she had a husband back at home and as such he had a sister named anne. they weren’t super close, his father made sure they weren’t raised together, but he always loved and adored her. whenever they did see each other they made the most of the time they got. when he was 18 years old though she disappeared. he searched for her for years, couldn’t give up hope, but eventually he made the decision to stop looking.
the origin stories of rugarus are all very similar. around 30, you start craving meat. first, as raw as you can get it, which eventually leads to — y’know. this gene has been passed down through isaac’s family for decades. to quote his father, who told him this when he was TEN, it ends one of two ways; a hunter does you in, or you do yourself in. either way, it ends bloody. in his defense, that has been the case. his great-grandfather was killed by a hunter, and his grandfather was killed by his great aunt when he knew he couldn’t hack it anymore and needed to be put down. his aunt never made it to thirty, car accident, and two of his uncles went out in a house fire. ( hunters, his father would later tell him after he’d slammed back a six pack. it was hunters that did them in. hadn’t even turned yet, either. they weren’t taking no chances. can’t blame ‘em. ) his father took his own life shortly after his fifthteenth birthday. no note, no explanation, but he didn’t need to. isaac knew why.
as far as he knew, he was the only person left from his father’s bloodline. if he has any distant cousins, or relatives, they’re off the reservation. he worked three jobs to put himself through college, throwing himself into work and education to avoid thinking about the future he was staring down. maybe it’s a foolish choice, or some unconscious form of self sabotage, but he decided to become a veterinarian. ( exposure therapy, much ? ) he also took measures to ensure that he never passed the gene on to anyone else and got a vasectomy on his twentieth birthday. happy birthday ig??????
his whole life, he watched his father and his uncles STRUGGLE with this curse. a lot of them turned to alcohol, or drugs, to try to numb the cravings. he looks at their deaths almost objectively; a how to guide on what not to do while he deals with it. he managed for four years by eating a lot of raw meat ( yes, he was on first name basis with the local butcher. ) and focusing on work, or mindless activities, to keep himself occupied. he’s somewhat celibate, sex can be a bit tricky when you want to sink your teeth into someone’s shoulder, but there are moments where he’s CHEATED on his diet so to speak.
a hunter actually tracked him down at one point. he was an associate of, or relative, of the hunter that killed his uncles. except he, like isaac, lived by different rules — he didn’t kill him but needed to make sure he wouldn’t hurt anyone. they swapped numbers and isaac agreed to check in weekly with him. if he missed a check in, they would kill him. no questions asked. weirdly enough, they became friends??? he couldn’t really say how it happened but one day the guy gets into a bind, needs an assist, and isaac helps. somehow he ends up hunting???? he’s not the best at it, mostly because he’s soft, but he’s good with a gun, lightning fast and could bench press a truck given his supernatural side. ironically it’s his day job that helps the most. if someone gets hurt badly, needs more attention than a few stitches and a shot of whiskey, he can usually help. he’s saved more than a few of them, even if he’s more used to working on animals than people.
okay this is getting long so let’s get to his death & personality.
he’s always been an optimistic person. his father tried to drag him down, crush the hope that he had, but he never let it. he likes to think he got that from his mother. he believes, despite it being impossible, that he can beat this. that he can be strong, can help people, and not give into his urges.
isaac is the kind of person who would give the shirt off his back to strangers, his kindness can often be misconstrued as flirty, or maybe even insincere, but he really is just that nice. he’s a chaotic good hufflepuff. he might be the fluffiest muse i’ve ever written. he’s just good, man. the only blemish in his history is that he stopped looking for his sister. in truth, he only stopped when he felt the hunger clawing at him because he figured she’d be safer far away from him. maybe he was right, maybe he was wrong. he has no idea that anne died or that he has a niece. and i oop.
so those hunters that he was involved with ? they were associated with natasha herrera and sam winchester. he was always trying to bring people together by planning movie nights, or bar crawls, or sunday brunches for friends and family. he always sensed that sam resented him a little, though he wasn’t sure why, but he broke through that tough cookie and ended up being the best man at his wedding. ( yes, i’m playing my own connection. let me live. ) so the wedding could have rivaled the red wedding and he was murdered by the demon azazel in 2026. he had his heart ripped out so he only experienced a second of pain before he straight up died. then he was in purgatory, though he doesn’t remember it, and now he’s here. he’s not sure how he’s back, or why, but he sees it as a chance to try and get things right. he’s back at work, trying to help people when he can, and isn’t questioning so much the why’s but rather the hows; how he’ll make it C O U N T.
yeah this got long. but if you wanna plot connections, hit me up on discord @ poor adam driver#2894
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