ISLE, roman joaquin

[ROMAN ISLE]

ROMAN JOAQUIN ISLE

I'VE JUST SEEN A FACE

character name: Roman Joaquin Isle
nicknames: Rome
age: 23
gender: Male
sexuality: Heterosexual
pb: Robert Pattinson

THE LONG WINDING ROAD

occupation: Bachelor of Science in Nursing; nurse in Montevista Hospital.
residence: Balmoral apartments.
been in vegas for how long and why: Roman’s family moved to Vegas when he was eight. His father was offered a position in the Nevada school district and so, the family relocated from Phoenix, Arizona. From that age, onward the Isle family has lived in Nevada. Originally, they started out in the Humboldt school district, where Dennis was a member of the board. However, over the course of the next ten years, the Isles would move to four other districts, including: Eureka, White Pine, Lincoln and Clark. Every two years until he was eighteen, Roman would start a new school and a new district. Upon turning eighteen, two important things happened: Roman graduated high school and his father died. Unable to deal with his grieving mother and sister, he relocated alone to Las Vegas.

FULL OF EXCITING STORIES

likes:

• filet mignon
  
• Hustler magazine
  
• Japanese game shows
  
• Rubik’s cube
  
• museums
  
• horror flicks
  
• Marvel comics
  
• Mystery Science Theater 3000
  
• Rachel Maddow
  
• Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
  
• dimples
  
• Indian culture
  
• soccer
  
• The Knife
  
• slow songs
  
• good conversation
  

dislikes:

• people who lick their fingers
  
• complainers
  
• valley girls
  
• T.I.
  
• Christians
  
• Starbucks
  
• slobs
  
• working ER
  
• oversleeping
  
• school
  
• letting his BPM get out of control
  
• football
  
• anything on Lifetime channel
  

personality:

CONDESCENDING. Rome doesn’t dance around the topic that, yes, he is smarter than you. If you ask him a seemingly abstract question about a topic no one could possibly (willingly) know about, not only will he give you a detailed answer but he’ll do it with the air of a tortured genius forced to contend with the town idiot. It makes him a very unwieldy conversationalist and he’s gotten into plenty of bar fights for it. Unfortunately, Rome can’t be pushed to change this aspect of himself. He scored a near perfect on the SATs. He could have attended UCLA for nursing. He’s pretty much smarter than you, proud of it and impossible to deal with.

DISORDERLY. Discipline is for the weak-willed conformists of the world. That said, Rome firmly believes in personal anarchy. He can’t make a firm decision for the life of him. Everything in his life, from his room to his medicine cabinet, is a mess. Much like the physical, his thought processes follow the same chaotic pattern as everything else about him. Don’t expect to have a conversation about the weather and not result in a debate about quantum physics or the string theory. Child’s play, if anyone cares enough after the ordeal to ask him. Generally, Rome’s sentiments are that he’s avoided overdose and breaking his neck walking over his stuff for this long…so it’s not a big deal, really.

STUDIOUS. Just because he’s the embodiment of the Big Bang doesn’t translate into Rome being completely scatterbrained. He’s actually very good at focusing when it comes down to it. He wouldn’t be sent to the Intensive Care Unit as often if that were the case. So far as work goes, he’s got the steadiest of hands and the calmest of demeanors, which has made him a doctor’s favorite. (Never mind that the doctor is his current flavor of the week.) But really, bullet-wounds and final exams don’t scare him. He prepares too much for that to happen.

FICKLE. Every day means a new choice. Rome knows this and takes full advantage. From his breakfast to women to friends to music to art to tv shows and so on, he’s likely to switch sides so fast it causes whiplash. He cannot tolerate routine and avoids it if it can be avoided. This has earned him an unpleasant reputation at work but one that he’s not particularly bothered by. He’s choosy. So what? Women come and go, meals come and go and the world itself comes and goes. Big deal. Unless he meets Eva Longoria or has Wolfgang Puck as his personal chef, he’s not about to make any concrete picks. That said, he doesn’t do friendship bracelets, promise rings, engagement parties, weddings or baptisms.

ARCH. A sense of humor is most crucial with Rome. A very large, very forgiving, very open-minded sense of humor. Otherwise, you may find yourself wanting to experience sudden death. He’s one for practical jokes and insane analogies that are intended to be comical. (They usually are, however, some can be received as being in very poor taste.) He likes a little Dane Cooke, a lot of the Cohen brothers, plenty of Kat Williams and Jackass. Dates often find themselves looking for cover and friends usually find themselves homicidal. But it makes for a good time. Occasionally.

SELFISH. In case there was ever any doubt, Rome always looks out for Number one: Roman Joaquin Isle. Expecting anything other than from him will result in crushing disappointment or bloodthirsty hostility. Either way, it is a good trait to keep in mind. He doesn’t really care about your dying dog or your shitty car that left you stranded or your rent being due or your unemployment checks or that rash the doctor says will go away…he doesn’t care. Period. That’s the most crucial part that needs to be understood before attempting a friendship with him, let alone anything else requiring human interaction. At the end of the day, he figures with all the shit he’s been dealt - it all boils down to, how is THAT going to affect him? So, don’t be surprised if he doesn’t cry with you when you don’t get accepted to that university. After all, he can still apply.
fears:

Dying during sex: Locker room myth turns real-life terror. It’s been in soap operas and science fiction, shitty b-list movies and urban legend but it truly terrifies Rome. Only because for him, it’s not so stupid in possibility. Too much activity and his heart speeds up. Too many beats per minute and his heart goes into atrial fibrillation. Too much of that and he dies. The fucking end. The logical thing would be to have that Barry White, slow motion, vanilla sex. Sadly, that’s the only logic that Rome can’t grasp.

Getting fired: His reputation, as mentioned, is a colorful one. Not so much publicly as it is at work. He’s earned it, certainly but that doesn’t mean he thinks being a conflict of interest is legitimate means of being fired. So he lives in a perpetual fear of being put on a written notice and then being terminated on grounds of “inappropriate interpersonal relationships.” Most of the nurses steer clear nowadays out of common knowledge but it doesn’t stop the new girls. And it definitely doesn’t stop Rome.

Never going to med school: He completed his nursing degree because it was the fastest means for him to be self-sufficient. He did his four years at Arizona State just to be on his own. But he really doesn’t want to be a nurse. It has its perks, sure. But he wants to actually be a doctor. Nurses don’t make enough for half the shit they do.

secrets:

The atrial flutter: He has a mild heart condition. He found this out when he turned twenty. After a very rousing session with his roommate, Rome experienced some piercing palpitations. He figured it was just a side effect of the some of the roughest sex he’d ever had. But it didn’t die down. So, in increasing fear, he’d went to the ER. Four tests and two weeks later, the doctor told him he had an atrial flutter. Regular treatment would help it but if it went too far, it would result in fibrillation and that has a series of complication he doesn’t even want to contemplate.

His father died of AIDS: Unknown to the Isles, during a brief separation period, Dennis Isle spent it in the arms of Las Vegas’ infamous night walkers. This didn’t come out until his health was failing inexplicably. When he was finally pushed to the doctor and forced to undergo examination, the truth came out that he had contracted HIV and it had already progressed into full-blown AIDS. When Dennis died, Rome fought for a closed casket and a private ceremony for his mother, sister and grandparents. Even though his father died years ago, he has never told anyone outside of his family about the circumstances because he both resentful of his father’s death and ashamed at the reason for it.

His mother has AIDS: As these things occur, misery loves company and so, it was not long after her husband’s diagnosis that Bridget’s yearly check-up yielded the same horrible news. Though it had been an unspoken fear hovering over the family, the news itself split the Isles in two. Rome rebelled and became distant, leaving his sister and mother to deal with the grief of the death and the grief of the oncoming years as an AIDS patient. Its obvious as to why he refuses to speak about his family, mother and father often completely skipped in his mini-biographical spiels.

He tends to become attached: To pets. When his sea monkeys died (he was eight), he cried for three weeks straight. Galileo is the first pet he’s had since. Rome thinks he’ll be a little more resilient.

goals:

Finishing school: Really. He’s going to finish school if it kills him (not literally). That’s his primary concern because Rome isn’t going to be a nurse for the rest of his life. Or until he needs one to take care of him in his old age. He’s going to get a degree in medicine and open up his own private practice as a cardiologist. Then when he’s nice and wrinkly, he’s going to donate all of his money to an orphanage and kill himself via alcohol poisoning. Or something else really Hemmingway.

Competing in the Iron Man: The Iron Man is the ultimate test of strength. It’s swimming, biking and running non-stop in Hawaii’s unpredictable weather. People train their whole lives for it. Rome wants to compete in the Iron Man some day just to say he did it. He doesn’t have to win but he doesn’t want to be the last of the last either. He just wants to be out there fighting the waves, braving the hills and running until his lungs threaten to spill out. With his condition he may never be allowed to participate but then, he doesn’t plan on telling his doctor.

Learning to play piano: Though he is more left-brained inclined, Rome wants to learn the piano. He’s read it helps to calm nerves to play instruments and there are plenty of Josh Groban songs that he can re-write and get famous from. That is, once he learns how to play. That’s on the bottom of the to-do list but it has potential to move up. Girls, he has discovered, drop panties for musicians. He’d have to work a lot less on his personality if he could just plink a few keys every once in a while on his first dates.

WHEN I GET HOME

family:

• Bridget Adele Isle; 56, biology teacher.
  
• Dennis Leopold Isle; dead at 51 (would be 56), former superintendent.
  
• Augusta Fay Isle; 21, sophomore in Nevada State University.
  
• Victoria Delilah Briggs; 54, stay-at-home-aunt.
  

history:

THE INFANT. I was a quick-wit boy.

“I was born March 19th, 1986 in Tempe, Arizona to Bridget and Dennis Isle. I wasn’t a special birth or anything, besides being my parents’ first child. Completely healthy weight-wise and the owner of all ten fingers and toes. At the time, the doctor had some concerns about my heart. But he either had a lunch break coming or my parents scared him because he supposedly didn’t mention his concerns again once I was released. In any case, I went home and did the usual baby things. Slept, ate, cried…and then repeated that as often as possible. Apparently, I was an easy baby though. I slept through the night and woke up with a sound wail in the morning to indicate that I was in need of sustenance. At the time, my mom wasn’t teaching and she chose to stay home with me until I was old enough to go to preschool.”

THE CHILD. Diving too deep for coins.

“As a child, I wasn’t much better. By the time my mom had put me in preschool, she was pregnant with Augusta. Talk about no breaks for her. Anyway. I exhibited the usual signs of boy genius. Extraordinary articulation skills, excellent logic abilities, good hair. All of it. Complete package. I excelled in a lot of academic subjects, primarily science and math, as I would come to find. I didn’t do too well with other kids, oddly enough. It was a good thing that my father was on the board or I’d have been suspended at seven. I was the one that stared you down when you raised your hand before me, only to get the question right and receive my gold star. I was the one that pushed you into the sandbox. Or the one that threw paste in your hair. That was all me. So, when I wasn’t getting A’s, I was getting detention. But only every other offense because my dad was on the board of education, after all.”

THE ADOLESCENT. All of your streetlight eyes.

“When I was around eight, my dad got offered a job as superintendent in Nevada. Don’t ask my why they don’t’ just use the staff they already have there - I don’t know - but we went. It was a good opportunity, I suppose. Even though the state housing the City of Sin doesn’t seem like an ideal place to raise kids, at least to me. Not that my opinion mattered too much. I was always a mama’s boy more than anything else…But we moved. New schools, new this and that. Mom liked it, thought anything was nicer than hot ass Arizona, which we all admit: she had a point. Nevada had some kind of seasonal change. Arizona was either hot or dry and hot. But yeah, he started in the Humboldt district and I went to school there for almost two years or so. Then he began the series of skipping districts and we moved on to Eureka when I was ten. Meanwhile, Augusta and I had grown much closer around this age. We were each other‘s best friend, partially because we were the one friend we had wherever we went. A friend that we could push and shove and not lose forever just because we snitched them out for eating all the cookies.”

THE TEEN. Wide on my plastic toys.

“High school was strange at best. I was on the debate team, the young Republicans, the math club, the chemistry club and I even tried out for the soccer team. (My dad wouldn’t let me play; I figure this had to do with my previous heart concerns.) So, without sports, I was a super nerd. I didn’t really care; nerdy girls put out a lot faster as I’d learn. And let me say, I wasn’t the best-looking guy in high school so if I was going to get any by playing chess or measuring sodium…then I was going to do it. Of course, when I wasn’t pulling A’s in class, I was trying to intimidate boys who kept hitting on my sister. But that’s hard to do when your entire high school reputation is based on chemicals and equations. Not exactly intimidating. Again, I was fortunate my father was the superintendent of every damn district we relocated to or I would have been pummeled every other Friday like clockwork. This brings me to another point: there’s either a shortage in Nevada or they don’t give a damn who does what there. After Eureka, there was White Pine and then Lincoln.”

THE MAN. And I found you.

“I turned eighteen in Clark. My parents split up my senior year of high school. It was only for a few months but the worst months of mine and Augusta’s life. We don’t even really know what the reason was. But yeah. They split up. I graduated without my dad there: I suppose they rock-paper-scissored for it and my mom won. She showed up, along with some extended family from Phoenix. I don’t know how the superintendent gets away with not showing up at a graduation but my dad did. He even moved out of the house in those three months and lived somewhere outside of Vegas. The asshole missed his son graduating in white with full honors and valedictorian. Bastard. I had started to rebel pretty badly when he finally came home and my parents reconciled. I was in the process of sending my late registration in to the schools I was sure I’d want to attend when my dad got sick. He had fevers and lost weight and we watched him dwindled before our eyes. He had been sick a few months by the time he went to the hospital for examination. The doctor told him he had AIDs. When he told us, my mother was in disbelief. That is, until he told her that he’d had relations with some call girl during their separation. I didn’t know how much I hated him right then until he died. I don’t like to think about this period of my life. I don’t like to talk about it. I still haven’t forgiven him, not for what he did to our family and not for giving his illness to my mom over some stupid fight they had.”

THE NOW. Jealous we’ve become.

“My mom was diagnosed as having the final stage of AIDs too. There is nothing that can be done for her. My aunt moved in when she heard the news. Augusta didn’t move out so she could stay with her. She goes to school full-time as well. We don’t speak. I didn’t stick around after my dad’s funeral. I moved out and moved on. I don’t keep in touch because I can’t handle it. I wish I could say I’m a better man than that but I’m not. I’m just my father’s son.”

pets: Galileo the king snake.

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