Post by isaac on Oct 4, 2011 2:36:30 GMT
ISAAC CARTER WAY !?
'give me a better cause to lead'
'give me a better cause to lead'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"As far as I'm concerned, you don't need to know any of this, but here we go anyway. My name is Isaac Carter Way and yes, I'm part of the werewolf family. I think it's quite obvious that I am a guy and I'm 21 years old. I don't bat for the other team, okay? Straight. What else? Oh, alliance. I'd have to say light for this. Humans are stupid, yeah, but that also makes them harmless and defenseless. "
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"I'm forever being mistaken for this Sam Way kid, but I'm not him. The next question is if we're related. So before you make the same mistake, no I'm not Sam Way nor are we related. Way just seems to be a common last name. There's not much of a similarity. Anyways, I have brown eyes. Brown hair, too and I typically style it messy. Yes, style. Not one of those people who just wake up with perfect hair. I'm 6' 1". Apparently height seems to run in our family. As far as build goes, I like to stay in shape, yeah. And muscle is nice too, but I think I'd lose if I ever fought against either of my cousins, Chandler and Trent. Don't really have any distinguishing marks. No tattoos and just the typical scars from stupid things. Clothing, I like to keep things simple. Nice, yeah, but simple. No need to be extravagant in clothing. "
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"This is just a waste of time. Who really wants me to sit here and talk about myself? You do apparently. There must be something wrong. But you're not going to let me alone until I do, yeah? Fine. If it'll let me get out of here sooner.
I guess we'll start with the basics. Likes? Okay. Um, water. To drink. Random yeah, but it's just about the only thing I'll drink. That or alcohol, but it's not like I can drink that all the time. I've never been all that fond of other stuff, like juice or milk or soda. Strange kid I guess. What else? Sports. I guess being a werewolf gives me an unfair advantage, but I can't really help that. I was captain of our track team in high school, as well as the boy's soccer team. I still run and on occasion play a pickup game of soccer with old friends or some of the other Ways. There's enough of us to make our own team anyway. Video games are another favorite. I could literally sit for hours and play. Long car trips are the best, as long as I'm driving. I hate being the passenger. People probably hate when I am anyways, because I always tell them how to drive. No one likes a backseat driver, yeah? At least I've been told that. And - don't tell anyone this or I'll make sure you regret it - I love to read. It's supposed to be Chandler's thing and I'll gladly let it stay that way. But I do like to pick up a book from time to time. No one is allowed to know. I'm not a sissy.
I'd have to say my greatest dislike is not being in charge. I'm bossy. Whatever. Get over it. I don't like having to sit and watch people do things when I know I can do it better. And I definitely don't like being told what to do, something that happens when you're not in charge. But it doesn't really happen all that often to me. The full moon is awful though, like it is to any werewolf. Or most werewolves anyway. It's that one time of the month when I have absolutely no control over what I'm doing nor can I remember it. What else? Frogs. They've always just been creepy, slimy little things. Sure, as a kid I'd run out and play in the mud and collect worms and build my own ant farms, but one thing Mom never had to worry about was me bringing home a frog, like other little boys seemed to like to do. I guess she was rather happy about that, yeah? I've always disliked doing laundry. It's awful. I'll wear dirty clothes before I even think about washing them. Ask my mom; I typically bring my clothes to her and somehow convince her to wash them. Last? Well I've always found mushrooms particularly gross. They're slimy and have a weird texture. Not to mention they're just fungus. I won't eat anything that has them.
You still want more? There must be something wrong with you. Up to strengths and weaknesses? Well, I've always been known to be charismatic, which I guess counts as a strength. I draw people to me like moths to a light. A smile will get most people to do whatever I want them to. I've never understood it, but who am I to argue, yeah? This is what makes me a good leader, I think. It's easier to get people to follow you when they just naturally like you. Not to mention it just seems to be an inherited trait. The taking charge thing. It feels right, I guess. When I'm in charge of things. I was always told I'd make a good CEO one day. The last is being observant. I've always been good at picking up on typically ignored details. And I've gotten really good at reading body language because of it.
I hated admitting these. Good leaders shouldn't have weaknesses. I guess I have to tell you anyway. One weakness comes straight to mind is my temper. It seems to be pretty standard of wolves. It was the reason I got into so many fights when I was younger. Now it's under control. Or at least, somewhat under control. Every so often it gets out of hand. I hold major grudges. Bad. I know. But I can't help it. It's hard to forgive and forget so I'd much rather just not even attempt. And last, as cheesy as it sounds, is my family. Sometimes we're a mess, but there's so many of us and I've grown up around them all. I can't take it when someone insults them or hurts them. It's probably what I get into fights over the most, to be perfectly honest.
Habits. You've probably noticed that I add "yeah" when I talk. I was about to again. It's something I've tried to stop but I can't unless I'm focusing on doing that. I also tend to rub the back of my neck if I'm unsure or anxious, but I really try not to. I don't like giving away those tells. A desire is to be the head of the Way pack. I know it's next to impossible, considering just how far down the chain me and my siblings are, but it can't stop a guy from dreaming. I know I could do better, especially when Zoey - who is basically a whiny bitch - and Jason - who would probably let people walk all over him - are the next in line. As far as secrets go, I already told you I like to read, which is something most people don't know. But of course you want something better. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a Way. I love my family. I'd do anything for them. But sometimes the role is too stuffy. There's so many rules and so much protocol and with my immediate family being the lowest of the low, sometimes we get the short end of the stick. Sometimes I think it'd be better to just be a lone wolf. Stupid pun, but whatever. Time to move on. Fears. You're getting really personal, yeah? Well the first fear is not being a good role model for Charles. I wasn't the greatest before and it wouldn't take much to slip back to that. It's a lot of responsibility and pressure, knowing you have someone looking up to you. And the second is hurting someone when I'm a wolf. I probably already have, and that guilt kills me. It's bad enough not knowing for certain if I've ever hurt someone, but it'd be unbearable if I was aware of it.
You are needy. I swear. Overall personality now? I guess I've always been ambitious. What's the point of sitting back and letting things come to you when you can just go out and take it for yourself? I guess that has made me a bit cocky and I've definitely stepped on some people as I worked my way to my goals. So maybe I'm not the greatest person. I can't help it. I've changed enough and I don't plan on changing anymore. On the same token though, I've been told I'm driven and passionate when it comes to things I want (which is basically a nicer way to say ambitious) and sometimes that can be admirable. It evens out? All I know is that I'm not easily deterred.
I might've been called a rebel a handful of times, but I don't really see it. I just do my own thing. Which of course has gotten me into trouble a multitude of times. Especially when I'm in one of my impatient moods, when I can be snippy and rude. I almost always feel guilty about it, but heat of the moment, yeah? I try to compensate it for being overly kind when I can be."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"Family. This could take awhile. I'll just give a shortened version. It'll save us all some trouble. So I said Way seems to be a fairly common last name earlier and I'm sure there seems to be a fairly high concentration of them here in Manuka, yeah? I'm related to all of them. Crazy, right? My parents are Thomas and Cheyenne Way and I have two sisters and a brother; Vaeda, Rosemary, and Charles. The rest of them are my aunts, uncles, and cousins. Let's just say it's one hell of a family reunion when we all get together.
Let's see. Now that that's over, I guess you want just my history in general, yeah? I had a normal childhood. About as normal as you can get for a werewolf, I mean. My parents chose obvious favorites, but they also loved and cared for us so things worked out. I was one of the two middle children, so I never got the doting of an only child and briefly had the babying of being the youngest, but my mom had another kid pretty quickly. They were pretty open about the whole werewolf thing too. How easy is that to hide anyway, when you live with a pack of them?
School was tough for me. I didn't like sitting down and listening to directions or having so much structure. I was disruptive and belligerent and mouthy and rude, or at least that's what was written on the report cards.And apparently I had a problem with rules. Teachers said I went out of the way to break rules. All I know is that I always had recess privileges taken away in elementary school and in seventh grade, I'm pretty sure I spent more time in the principal's office and detention than in actual class. I'd like to say all this pent up anger that seemed to come from nowhere was the werewolf's fault, but I'm not so sure I can blame it entirely on that.
Eighth grade was the turning point for me. My brother and I, since we're only a year apart, were typically only a grade apart. So when I was in eighth grade, he was just starting middle school. It didn't really mean much until one day, I met him in the principal's office. He was just on his way out with a newly written detention slip and I was heading in to get one. It was then when I realized that Charles was acting like me and in all honesty, it terrified me. I didn't want him to be the problem child I was being.
It wasn't easy, shaping up. How do you just change who you've been for fourteen years? Not to mention, middle school is awful. So much peer pressure. Makes it hard to do the right thing. We've all been there, yeah? It was hard to sit back and not get riled up when people said things that they knew would do exactly that. Kids are awful. So yes, I slipped up quite a bit those first few months to the point where I thought it was impossible for me to change. I was stuck as this awful role model.
Until I realized I could kind of redirect an that anger into other things. Like passion over things. Like standing up to bullies - which still resulted in trips to the principal's office, but at least it was for something. And the more I put positive spins on stuff, the easier it was to take charge of other things. And I realized I liked being in charge. Maybe a little hypocritical because I myself hated to listen to people, but I liked knowing I could help direct others into something that was maybe better than where they were going.
On the reverse though, this made me hate changing into a wolf more and more. A lot of my family seems to love it and honestly, I used to, too. When I was that angry kid, it felt good to be able to just run everything out, to be able to act without consequences because I'd wake up not knowing what happened. But after that drive was pushed elsewhere, I realized I hated shifting because it meant I was out of control. Out of my mind. And the feeling of losing control after you've had it is awful."
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"Oh my. So this is Kel. For the billionth time. I'd like to say Isaac is the last being added to my horde, but we know how well that always goes so yeah. Say hi to Isaac!"Castiel, you giraffe.
