Post by Isaac Kazmiruk on Nov 17, 2010 20:12:52 GMT -5
<Isaac Kazmiruk>
Full Name- Isaac 'Kaz' Kazmiruk
Gender- Male
Age- 33
Date of Birth- 28/12/1978
Sexual Orientation- Bisexual
Location- California.
Celebrity Claim- Kwanten, Ryan
What should we call you?- Oogie
Play anyone else?- Jack Daniels, Oscar O’Grady
Have You Read the Rules?- HATERS GONNA BRRRM!
Personality-
Let’s get this straight; Isaac’s not a bad guy. Fair enough, appearances can be deceiving but deep down, underneath the irritatingly organised surface, behind those impossibly knowing eyes, somewhere inside the irrepressibly charming exterior, lies an alright guy. Or at least, that’s what Isaac says.
Even as a child, Isaac was fairly compulsive. From alphabetising his story books to organising his entire wardrobe by size and colour, he has always liked things just so. It is possible that it’s something picked up from an equally compulsive mother.
A practical joker at heart, Isaac is always game for a laugh. He’s got a great poker-face which, combined with a knack for creative thinking and improvisations makes him one hell of a prankster.
Very punctual, Isaac can’t stand lateness and is known to be very impatient. If you make an appointment, you ensure you’re there on time. It shows an interest in what you’re doing and is just common courtesy. Isaac, above all else, is polite. He has no time for rudeness and won’t accept it from friends or strangers.
He has a good deal of self-discipline, sticking to a tight practice regime for his magic, gymnastics and free-running. He can be highly self-critical, especially when he screws something up.
Isaac likes money, and makes no qualms about it. He enjoys the classy side of life, when he can afford it. In fact, he often argues that anyone who says they don’t care about or need money is either mad or a fool, and often both.
Likes-
- Winning
- Money
- Magic
- Vaudeville
- Cocktails
Dislikes-
- Close-mindedness
- Lie-ins.
- Hip-hop music.
- Vandalism.
- Drugs
Strengths-
- Resourceful
- Persuasive
- Good judge of character
- Highly observant
- Punctual
- Deceptive
Weaknesses-
- Impatient
- Competitive
- Indecisive
- Belligerent
- Cocky
- Obsessive
Skills-
- Sleight of hand
- Near-expert knowledge of body language.
- Gymnastics/Free-running
Flaws-
- Left shoulder prone to dislocation from an injury in youth.
- Obsessive compulsive disorder
- Allergy to bee stings
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Isaac is a shapeshifter. He has the ability to psionically shift the formation of his biological cells to change his physical appearance and thereby assume the form of other humans. He is able to change his height and weight through this process. He can use this ability to alter individual parts of his body; hair, eye colour, facial hair, for example, or for a full transformation.
He is also able to change his voice through a similar process, lengthening or shortening his vocal cords. This allows him to be an expert mimic.
Limits-
It is important to note that it is not his DNA that changes, simply his appearance so any hairs, skin cells etc, if tested will reveal his DNA. The same goes for his fingerprints, which remain the same regardless of his appearance. He can only change his own genetic material so, for example, if his hair were dyed, he could only change the colour it was under the dye until the dye wore off. The dye would only affect the same length of hair it did when applied. The same goes for make-up, tattoos and piercings.
He can only appear between the ages of sixteen and sixty and between the heights of 5ft and 6ft 5. He has tried to exceed these limits but never succeeded. Another limit of Isaac’ power is that, when unconscious, he reverts from whatever guise he is in to his regular form.
Appearance-
Isaac has been told he doesn’t look his age, something he rather enjoys. His button nose and rounded features give him an air of youth now passed. His hair is naturally a tawny blonde. He prefers to stay clean-shaven but, when focusing on a job, can be seen with a five o’clock shadow.
Isaac works out, that much is clear. His lithe figure is toned from years of daily exercise. His natural body is that of an athlete, with long strong legs and a muscular torso. Standing about 5ft 9”, he appears to weigh in at about 145lbs. He has, on his right buttock, a tattoo of Tweety Pie, a souvenir from a very intoxicated weekend in Thailand.
It’s said that clothes make the man and this is something Isaac lives by. First impressions count, especially in his game. If you can’t dress the part, how’s the target meant to believe the con? Despite a slight cash flow problem, Isaac enjoys wearing the finest bespoke suits, expensive shoes and imported linens. He has, though, a wide selection of clothing for all ‘characters’, weathers and occasions. Being a con artist isn’t all yachts and launch parties.
Faction- The Elites?
Birthplace- London, England
Mother- Arleta Kazmiruk, 66, retired, vocal persuasion.
Father- Aleksander Kazmiruk, 68, retired, location unknown, lie detection
Siblings- Izabella Kazmiruk, 17, Technopathy/Cyberactive Brain Function
Spouse- Sidney Kazmiruk (Rizzo), 24, Tattoo Artist, Molecular Immobilization/Combustion Inducing
History-
Born in London, England to Arleta and Aleksander Kazmiruk, a pair of Polish immigrants, Isaac was a final attempt to rekindle the passion of a dying relationship. For a few years, it seemed to work and his parents were, on some level, happier. They did their best to provide Isaac with the most enriched and engaging childhood and education as they could. His mother, a former gymnast herself, pushed for him to take up gymnastics from a young age. His father, whilst hesitant, eventually agreed. Isaac began the classes at five and showed a natural gift for it.
Aside from the gymnastics classes, Isaac was initially a rather withdrawn child, spending a lot of time in his room alone, play acting with his toys, rather than outside with other children. Fortunately, as he grew, he came out of his shell more, growing confident with age. Throughout his school years, he was a fairly good student, punctual and fairly well-mannered.
When he was given, as a birthday present, a magic set, he established a lifelong love for magic. He practised religiously, becoming a skilled magician by the age of fifteen. This along with his gymnastics practice became part of Isaac’s daily routine, as he compulsively practiced.
Not long before Isaac was due to hit high school, his father decided that he’d stayed long enough in his unhappy marriage and just upped and left without a trace. Needless to say, both Arleta and Isaac were distraught. His leaving drastically effected their financial situation and something had to be done.
In a rash, but necessary, decision, Arleta decided that their best option would be to move to join her sister, and her husband, in America. The pair were considerably more comfortable and would be able to put them up until they got on their feet. So they made the move and it seemed to settle things for a while.
By high school, it was well established that Isaac was a competent student, and a gifted performer. It was clear he had a knack for impressions, having mimicked various teachers and TV characters to the delight of his classmates.
When he was seventeen, something happened to change his life. He stepped out of the shower one morning and was horrified to discover that his hair was pitch black and then, just as suddenly, the next second it was back to normal. Over the following few weeks, several similar incidents occurred until he realised what might have been causing it.
Worried about rejection or humiliation, he broached the subject with his mother who told him that he was, in fact, a special, like her and like his father. She taught him to work with his ability and to hone it in and so, along with magic and gymnastics, he worked focusing on his ability into his daily routine.
Upon leaving school, Isaac attempted to pursue some kind of a career in theatre to little avail. He ended up, disappointingly quickly, in a dead-end job, full of resentment. One day, tired of the dull toil of day-to-day work, Isaac got bored and decided to do something different.
He headed out to a bar that night, under the guise of a highly attractive woman, and sought out particularly pathetic, lonely drunks. Once with them, he’d pickpocket them and disappear back into the crowds and they’d be none the wiser for some time, reeling at the gorgeous woman who’d just spoken to them. Well, the plan worked a treat and Isaac made a killing. So much so that he went to another bar the following night and pulled the same trick.
Eventually, he quit his job to focus on this but it grew stale, monotonous. Isaac wanted to do bigger and better. His thefts grew to bigger targets, more elaborate hauls, greater stakes and larger prizes when it paid off.
A few years passed and, before too long, Isaac was one of the most experienced con artists in the country, using his ability to great effect as he pulled the wool over many an eye. But of course, such good luck couldn’t last forever and he was eventually caught up with and arrested.
Found guilty of the charges, he was sentenced to eight years in the slammer. He served his time and, due to good behaviour, got out after six years. Jobless, probably homeless and certainly with his life in a mess, he had a lot of shit to settle. But first… he needed some cash.
Anything else?- (any other important information we should know?)
Sample RP-
She was tall, leggy and blonde and dressed in a fine suit. Her briefcase felt heavy but she didn’t mind much. She knew they were watching and, while she knew she’d never sleep with them, it felt good to know that they were dying for the chance. It boosted her ego, to know they were looking, longing, lusting after her. She rounded the corner and entered the apartment complex, listening to the wolf whistles die off in the distance.
Tossing her long, blonde locks over her shoulder, she approached the elevator and pressed the call button. Placing her briefcase on the floor, she stepped out of her shoes and crouched down to pick them up. She pulled a tissue from her pocket and roughly wiped the lipstick from her mouth.
The lift arrived and its doors parted. She grabbed up her briefcase and stepped inside. Pressing the button for the top floor, she tossed open her briefcase and threw it on the floor. A heap of folded clothing fell out. Tossing off her suit jacket, she began unfastening her blouse. Her hands fell to her waist and she undid her pants, allowing them to fall off her slim form to the floor of the elevator.
Suddenly, he began to undergo a transformation; her hair seemed to recede back into her head, which grew slightly bigger and wider. Her shoulders broadened and her chest seemed to deflate, her once well-filled bra now empty. Her arms and legs grew thicker, more developed. Her soft face hardened, her jaw line thickened, her throat grew less feminine and her larynx pushed forwards. Before you knew it, she had become he: Isaac.
He unclipped the bra from behind his back and let it drop to the floor. From the heap of clothing at his feet he grabbed a baggy sweater and a pair of track pants which he hastily put on. Finally, Isaac pulled a pair of sneakers from the brief case and yanked them onto his feet. He screwed up the now-discarded suit and blouse and crammed them into the briefcase which he forced shut.
Kaz turned to face the mirrored wall of the lift and smiled, raising his eyebrows. ”Awright, handsome? D’you come ‘ere often?” It wasn’t a perfect transformation, but it would do, for now. He ruffled his hair, now his usual shaggy blonde cut and turned back to the lift doors.
”Thirtieth Floor.”