Name: Isaac Casey

Species: Abra

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Food: Sensei's Garam Masala

Favorite Instrument: Sitar

Boxers or Briefs: Briefs

Orientation: Bisexual; Prefers girls physically, but prefers boys emotionally

Bio: Isaac Casey is an unusual brand of Abra. Since he was ten years old, he's suffered from chronic insomnia. Abra need 18 hours of sleep to maintain their psychic powers, but since his sudden onset sleep disorder, he's barely able to reach seven hours on most nights, lucky to sleep for a solid stretch of most of that. As an unfortunate result, he's long since lost sufficient his psychic capabilities. Physically weak, regularly drowsy, bereft of psychic capabilities, he was nearly helpless. While people watching one day, a group of young exercise enthusiast training in the park caught his attention. There were a few Tyrogue, a Hitmonlee, a Growlithe, and Eevee, even a stout little Pikachu kid. But what really caught his eye was the scrawny little Clefairy boy in the group. He was so wee, most Clefairy are a little on the fluffy side, but this guy surely had the metabolism of three. And yet there he was, not a Fighting type, not at all built, and yet there keeping pace with the other young warriors. That same day, when he got back home and was once again unable to sleep, he felt inspired by what he'd seen. He'd crawled out of bed and started doing push-ups. He made it to five. But it was a start. He tried again a few minutes later. Five again. And then five more a few minutes after that. And the next day, after getting a few hours of shut-eye, he tried once more. Six. It was only one, but a 20% increase over night was more than substantial in his inquisitive mind. By the end of the week, he was up to seven push ups with minimal rest. Once he was up to ten in a row without panting too hard, he decided maybe it was time to make some new friends. He went back to that park where he'd seen the boys exercising, but they weren't there... He was about to go back to the privacy of his room, but then recalled what he felt when he saw that skinny Clefairy working out in the field. He wanted to be someone's inspiration as well, so he dropped right down and started doing push-ups under a tree right then and there. It felt more awkward than heroic actually, especially the stares he was getting after dropping on his face after barely ten push-ups. After ten more, he'd felt too awkward and decided maybe some privacy really was better. So he got up to go back home, but while he was catching his breath, an old Medicham stepped up to him. He complimented Isaac on his efforts. He was impressed by the ten he put out, knowing full well that Abra usually don't even walk too far on their own, much less do exercise. He sat down with him and asked all about the boy. Isaac explained his case, why he wasn't sleeping, but instead working out in the sun. The Medicham was beyond intrigued by him and his story, and invited him to come train with him and his other students at his dojo by the mountainside. The Medicham talked it over with Isaac's mom. They were both a tad apprehensive at first, but by the end of the conversation they were both complacent to let him join, provided he was welcome to come and go to visit family, which of course he was.

Skip ahead a few days to Isaac's training days at the dojo. He came to the dojo one night after dinner, and set up a cozy little corner in a room for himself. And then in came his room mate. It was that string bean Clefairy from the park! They were now students together, and he'd realized that those were the Medicham's students he saw at the park that day. And now they were his fellow students as well. Isaac and the Clefairy became quick friends. They were about the same age, had similar backgrounds, and were both quite on the deficient side as far as bulk was concerned. And for six years they were close friends as students under the old Medicham, until the Clefairy felt it was time to move on with his life some. He had goals and dreams, and martial arts training in addition to his regular studies had proven priceless to him, and it was time to part ways with Isaac. As classmates at least, they still remained proper buds well beyond the parting. But Isaac remained at the dojo, having no particular way in life. Unable to utilize his psychic powers to their fullest, he couldn't make a decent Abra in his own heart. Martial arts was all he really knew by this point. So that's what he stuck with. He goal in life had become to go beyond what his species was known for, to transcend his own kind. He wanted to make a truly effective fighting Abra, to be a fighting-psychic like his master. But his form was naturally weak, having very little muscle to speak of, even if far stronger at this point than any other Abra around. He had a long way to go, and his persistence only grew stronger along with his body.

Skip to the present. Isaac is 19 now. He works out, meditates, and battles at his dojo daily, but now he's feeling the call of adventure himself. He feels he's ready now to face the world, and his master, while worried about this boy who's nearly a son at this point, is in agreement. He's learned to overcome his every weakness with wit and skill. His body will always remain thin, but by scale, he has grown ten fold in strength since he was a lad. He can do 150 pushups without stopping, and with minimal downtime afterward. He is very strong for an Abra, but still lacking compared to fighting type Pokemon. But what he lacks in strength, he makes up for in sheer endurance and tactical wit. His stamina has grown so great, that his psychic abilities have partially returned to him now that his body can handle the strain. His insomnia has not waned, but he's overcome it by now. Through meditation and exercise, he can hardly be compared to any Abra at this point.
His fighting style consists of a mixture between Tai Chi and Muay Thai. The Tai Chi helps him to focus his mind and spirit, to make use of his psychic abilities to make up for his lack of strength, from telekinetically disrupting the opponent, to chi-charging his every blow into something fierce. Because of his small size and form, and general lack of strength, he has to use his weight and momentum a lot to deliver respectable blows, even in the absence of any psychic charging. And when his momentum is charged with psychic energy, that's when he's at his finest.

Isaac has a calm demeanor, if not a bit lethargic at times. But he's courteous and respectful a majority of the time, though has the tendency to be sarcastic when he's sufficiently groggy. He may be a bit cocky at heart due to his confidence, but he never ever talks down to an opponent in battle. He tries to keep his mouth shut most of the time anyway, in and out of battle. His master taught him to always respect others, even if they don't deserve it. And he tries to keep to this, but still has his moments of sarcasm from time to time.

The Juicy Bits: This wouldn't be a SodiePawp character without some fetish fun to speak of. Plus I know why most of my audience in here anyway~ Not trying to be cynical, but I am a fetish artist after all, I've been in this business a while now. And frankly, I'd be lying through my bonded teeth if I said I wanted to skip this part~ Isaac has something of a foot fetish due to his frequent exposure to feet growing up in a dojo while his body was maturing. He is quite reserved and shy about his interests, even controlling his eyes away from feet mostly. But if you were to offer him a foot rub or ask for one, he'd certainly not deny. He does not possess a tickle fetish however, but holds tickling to a rather endearing standard in his heart. Often times when training with his master, if he was slow, his master would often catch his foot mid-kick and tickle him til he could break free. It was one of the rare times his master really ever saw him smile and laugh, and took a great liking to teasing and tickling his feet as a form of affection in some situations. As such, Isaac has a certain child-like fondness for being tickled, feeling a warm and cushy feeling when someone he likes tickles him. And for the sake of fun, tickling is one of his weaknesses he still struggles with. It disrupts his focus, and he can't hold still or keep a pose with someone prodding his pits or sides. Just watch out for his feet or fury, they can pop up to your chin in an instant! And as for his ambiguous orientation, he's still unsure of himself in that regard. He finds himself more attracted to girls on a physical level, but unable to connect emotionally, be that for natural reasons or because he grew up around boys mostly. And while he does appreciate a fellow gentleman's body, he finds what's inside to be most attractive, and develops a much stronger emotional bond to guys. For all that's worth at least, his libido is a tad stunted compared to most, but far from defective. He's not going to go out of his way for sexuality is all. But don't be shy. He isn't judgemental and can never hold it against anyone for trying to show him some affection.