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Gaianame: Vargonifir Name: Isaiah Theodore Shepard Age: 14 Height:: 5'4 Power:: Can manipulate time and space, seemingly . . . Grade:: 10th Classes: Calculus British Literature Psychology Mythology Astronomy Physical Attributes Clubs: N/A Teams: N/A Personality: Politically Insane Bio: Well, it can be said that Isaiah started out as a normal child. He had just as much brain power at the age of three as any child. However, when Isaiah turned five, differences started to become apparent. Normally, children start on the inevitable decline in brain power that is incessant until death. According to expert neurologists, Isaiah's potential brain power reamained at its initial peak level, allowing him to easily absorb any information that came his way, and he also developed a photographic memory and the ability to rapidly process information. Instantly he rose to the top of his school, and that accounts for the fifth graders as well. Amazed, education officials fast tracked him to middle school. Whether or not this was a good idea is uncertain. What resulted in this were strange looks whenever his hand bolted up to solve for "x" in "7294x-11(91.2/5)=201.5934744..." and he'd get the right answer without using calculator, or paper & pencil. Isaiah's progress had not before pleased his elementary brethren and was certainly not pleasing his middle school brethren. He didn't fit in with them, of course, being only six years old. However, he hadn't really fit in with his friends at elementary school either. He had thought he did. He had the same wants to gambol in mud on rainy days, to go in "restricted access" places, and to ask "why?" at every turn. Well, this still didn't make him normal by their terms. His mind wasn't normal by anyone's, not even his parents; so much so, in fact, that they grew frightened of his unnatural progress and withdrew him from school. Well, the explanation that he was so special they were trying to find a new school for him satisfied him at the time, being only seven years old when withdrawn. In the meantime, he stocked up on books. He continued to progress. Then . . . they took away the books only two months later, frightened further at how he seemed to teach himself better than the teachers had taught him. Their explanation for this were that these books were no good for him, and they would give him more suitable books at the new school they were trying to find for him. At this, Isaiah became skeptic but did not say anything. However, as a year passed things began to change. The new school and the new books didn't come. For a while after being isolated from books and all forms of entertainment save for a horde of videogames provided by his parents (which he would all beat in record time), Isaiah would question. Then he stopped questioning. He stopped speaking. At age eight he only answered questions but would never spark a conversation up himself or participate for a while in one. He also began to take care of himself much more. He mastered cooking, organization, and all aspects of independant life. His parents had to force him to allow them to care for him. If he were allowed outside the house, he'd probably find a way to make money and buy food himself. His parents grew distraught with concern. Then, at age nine, Isaiah stopped talking and interacting with others altogether. The neurologists' reports said that his brain still had yet to begin deteriorating, and Isiah was diagnosed with acute Autism. The neurologists wanted to submit Isaiah for study, but his parents refused. They instead allowed Isaiah to simply keep to himself and decided to move on and have new children to focus on, which they hoped would not turn out the same way. And yet, they still couldn't stand the silence. They beared not having any interaction with Isaiah for four years. Then they snapped. They couldn't take it anymore, but were still afraid to allow him to resume studying. To try and satisfy him, Isaiah's parents admitted him to the special education program of the local middle school. Isaiah, however, noticed the difference from the old school. He still remembered. On appearance, nothing changed. He still kept silent, but they didn't have to see him all day. Then, strange things began to happen at the middle school. Things began dissappearing and reappearing in the school. At first the desks in classrooms would be rearranged in abstract patterns. The teachers found it a queer and elaborate prank. Then all the items of all the classrooms began being switched with other classrooms. What's more, all the changes would happen during school hours when the teachers and students of corresponding classrooms were not present. This all happenned in the matter of three days. Not a single human was capable of doing all that and not being caught. Administrators were flabbergasted. Then, Thursday, the fourth day and the day before the students would be let our early for the problems, a final switch occurred. The bricks in the school's foundation were being removed and being misplaced, one by one, and the structure became unstable. Everyone evacuated the building. Once everyone was out and supposedly accounted for, they noticed how all the removed bricks were floating lightly above the ground, and where he wasn't before, thirteen year-old Isaiah sat at the edge of the roof right at the school's entrance, swinging his legs playfully and smiling such a sheer grin that it could plainly be recognized a mile away. It was as if he had been waiting for that moment from the moment he'd been placed in the special education program. And then Isaiah passed out, and the bricks fell. He hadn't actually removed enough for the building to fall, only enough to make it unstable. Isaiah was quarrantined immediately. Not a person dared to approach him. For one month he remained alone in his own house, guarded at every turn. His parents stayed elsewhere. He thrived indepedantly until the headmaster of Wright Academy heard and rushed down to meet the boy. There wasn't much meeting, as Isaiah of course took advantage of his right to remain silent. The headmaster spoke with Isaiah's parents and they were more than willing to give Writght Academy a try, so they put Isaiah into the headmaster's care. The headmaster allowed Isaiah to choose his classes and allowed Isaiah to take care of himself. Since there was no special ed program, the headmaster only hoped his theory would work. It did. Isaiah went to all his classes on time. He did all the work, and excelled in it. Teachers and students were notified to leave the boy alone, as he would still give no response or means for interaction. The headmaster was worried that if Isaiah's "private utopia" was interuppted again, the consequences may indeed be much more dire. The classes Isaiah chose for himself were a bit odd, particularly his specialty class: Physical Attributes. The headmaster was not in support of this, since obviously Isaiah's power was of the mind, but stuck to letting Isaiah choose. He knew that the boy's mind worked in very odd, incomprehensible ways that in theirself had reason. The most he could do was blindly and faithfully trust that reason from what Isaiah had shown him so far. Afterall, Isaiah did indeed participate in, or at least learn from, the Physical Attributes class the best he could. It was just a tad curious. Appearence: Isaiah has short, dirty blonde hair and a lanky figure. He is bone skinny and looks slightly young for his age. As far as natural physicality is concerned, he does run fast and can climb anything and everything should he want to. His eyes are an extremely light brown; so much so that they almost appear beige. Isaiah has a very consistent wardrobe of clothing: eight pairs of long patterned plaid shirts, eights pairs of casual khaky pants, eight pairs of simple white T-shirts, three assorted baseball caps consisting of The Braves, Indians, and a baseball cap from London (he also has a Seaworld brand cap which he wears less often than no cap at all), twelve pairs of socks, four of each height (not going up to the knee though), and finally two pairs of rugged tennis shoes. He prefers dull colors but has a couple bright pairs of the patterned plaid shirts. He always wears them unbuttoned as he would a a jacket, with the white T-shirt exposed. Also, he almost always is wearing one of his baseball caps, and of course his khackies, shoes, and socks. Other: Isaiah would have been at a twelfth grade level, even for the academy, but it was more than he should have been allowed to be in tenth grade, as he legally had no high school credits. This doesn't deter Isaiah though. While it's hard to determine, he at least seems to enjoy the fact that he's in school to begin with. Also, Isaiah has considerably neat handwriting. Theme Song: Send My On My Way by Rusted Root
Vargonifir · Sat Dec 29, 2007 @ 11:38am · 0 Comments |
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