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OOC INFO
Name/Alias: jordan
Age: 23
Timezone: est
Pronouns: he/him
Triggers: rape
Anything Else? removed by admin
IC INFO
Full Name: Isaac Joseph Evans
FC: chord overstreet
Age: 22
Birth Order: oldest
Birthday: May 14 (turning 23)
Sexuality: bisexual
Pronouns: he/him
Major: law enforcement
Grade/Job: junior
Clubs & Sports: boys soccer, LGBTQIA+ club, SAPA, campus security supervisor (if that’s not an ok thing with you guys that’s totally cool!!)
@isaacevxns: it has been 42 days since a dick has graced the side of my truck. thanks LU.
@isaacevxns: these kinder joy eggs are a sham gimme my tiny plastic toy back where it belongs INSIDE THE CHOCOLATE.
BIO POINTS
(trigger warning for mentions of death and depression)
Isaac was born into the quintessential American family. His parents were high school sweethearts, hard working middle class folks who might’ve had kids a little young but damn it all they had each other, even with the salaries of a mechanic and a waitress. Maybe they didn’t always have the most money but Dwight and Mary taught their children there were more important things in life. Isaac looked up to his dad like the guy singlehandedly hung the moon. He spent as much time as possible with him and hung onto every word of cheesy fatherly wisdom that came out of his mouth. Daycare options were as limited as the Evans’ income so they rotated between hanging around the auto shop, the diner, and their aunt’s house. Isaac cherished the days he spent with his dad the most, learning the ins and outs of what made a car tick and when he was old enough he started helping his old man out. Family was the most important thing in his life hands down.
School came easy for Isaac. He’d always been able to seamlessly float between cliques and dodge stereotypes. He was nerdy but athletic enough for it to not be a pitfall. He was funny without being obnoxious, confidence straddling the line of arrogance, and charming enough that his bisexuality was just another shoulder-shrugging-that’s-Isaac-for-ya moments. So he was a little bit of an enigma but it suited him well. His grades were good enough, he’d joined the JROTC, and he got into just the appropriate amount of trouble. For once his parents weren’t struggling under the weight of having three kids and life was great. Easy. At least for a while.
When Isaac was 15, Dwight was shot in a mugging slash attempted carjacking and the Evans were devastated. And the hits didn’t stop coming. They lost their dad, his auto shop, their house, and their mother kind of lost her mind in a span of a few weeks. Isaac was left the scrape up the pieces. He worked tirelessly to keep them afloat in their tiny two bedroom apartment on the worse side of town. Did his best to take care of his siblings and nurse his mother’s mental state back into some semblance of healthy and balanced. Tried to keep them all healthy and balanced. It took a while (almost a full two years) but they bounced back. It had been a long fall, after all. Mary was back on her feet and found a decent job, alleviating some pressure and allowing Isaac some space to enjoy his last year of high school. Despite working his ass off, Isaac missed out on his chance for a scholarship and it seemed like his dreams of college went with it. He took a year off post graduation while Mary pushed and prodded the whole way until Isaac relented. He’d saved up enough from a few jobs anyway to get settled in and find a new more stable job to sustain himself on. Isaac vowed not to rely on his mom for a single penny. She had enough on her plate anyway.
It’s ironic really. All he’s wanted to do for the longest time was help people. Make the world a better, safer place. Instead he found himself involved in one hell of a crime ring, lifting cars and reaping the rewards. All this after losing his father, the man who taught him everything he knows about cars, in a carjacking gone south. See? Ironic. Not that he’s a carjacker, no no no, he’s just a lowly car… theiver. Cuts out the middle man, no citizens involved. Just the way he likes it. Isaac tries to justify it to himself. He does his best to not steal cars he knows belong to people less well off, targets the rich almost exclusively. He doesn’t want to burden his mom, he wasn’t smart enough for a scholarship, and part time jobs only part time relieve the financial burden. He was doing what he had to do to get by. Besides, the majority of what he made was sent back to his mom anyway. That was that. Except the times it wasn’t. The times he picked up extra jobs he didn’t need but, well, the boss asked and Isaac works for some terrifyingly powerful people so maybe he’s bitten off a little more than he can chew. It has the full potential to ruin his future career, his relationships, hell, his life. But he can handle it and when he needs to stop, which will be soon, he swears, he’ll be able to. They’ll understand. Right?
Despite his current questionable method of income, Isaac is a good kid. More than anything he wants to prove he can come out of this on the better side and be the best possible cop he can be. For himself and for his dad. As it stands, Isaac is fairly well-known around campus as he Designated Drunk Dad™. He makes sure the phone number of a personal second cell is readily available to everyone on campus who needs a lift home after a rager or in general feels unsafe. It assuages his guilt in the right ways while fulfilling his desire to be helpful, even if the number gets its fair share of prank calls. Win some lose some. He’s making good grades, his roommate isn’t awful, and his social life is flourishing. The other shoe is firmly in the air, looming over Isaac’s head for the precise moment to drop.
