Isador Yewbeam
Nationality: American.
Apparent age: Thirty. Rather worn down by the maximum age span of that time.
Actual age: 160 years embraced, 190 total from the year 1829.
Clan: Gangrel - Country.
Appearance: A ragged brown jacket with a dull green hoodie underneath it, a ripped and worn pair of jeans with duct tape securing some large rips and some hiking boots. Due to recent frenzy features, he has hidden his eyes and mouth with a pair of sunglasses and a thick scarf tied around his face like a bandanna. His body build was formed by extensive manual labor during the early age of the village within Illinois, built to avoid conflict by the Indians and Major Wynkoop's forces. Day in and day out he would continue to chop and throw pieces into the back of a wagon until his fingers blistered, his back ached and his legs throbbed. It was borderline slavery, he would've packed his things and went back home if it were not for staying underneath a safe roof and income of fresh meals.
Backround: Short version: he was a normal man. He lived an honest life much like any farmer or ale brewer. He lived out in the middle of the woods in a village that was built to avoid the Native American conflict by being a great distance from any known Indian village. He had dreams of following a intellectual pursuit, to make maps.
He went out into the woods one week to start mapping, seeing as the labor for the month was already complete. He was jumped by a few Indians and was being dragged by the ankle towards their outpost to be used as a hostage for negotiation terms towards the recent orders to kill any Indians on sight. Jackson so happened to be in the area out hunting, spotted the two horses and Isador, decided to capitalize on the horses and let Isador loose into the woods by letting him go rolling off of the side of a deep hill. He broke his leg and spent a few months surviving in a cave, eating crawdads from the near-by creek, chewing grass for nutrients and drinking the water from the creek.
Isador became a candidate for siring once Jackson found out he had -survived- the ordeal by studying him from time to time and was on his way back home. With permission of the pack leader to sire him, Jackson framed a murder to the hands of Isador by using Isador's axe to chop up a man named Gabriel Lachance, a rather jolly man known and loved within the village. When he arrived, the Rangers present at the village held him at rifle point and took him in, placing him in holding.
During this time, Jackson played the jury and executioner like a puppet, threatening them with death if they hadn't followed his demands. When it came time to judge Isador, he was sentenced to lynching at ten PM at night. Since the executioner was under Jackson's control, he tied the noose in a manner that would strangle him instead of snapping his neck. Once the execution occured, Jackson swooped in, cut him down, embraced him and abandoned him in the woods to see if he could adapt. Quickly catching onto his abnormal instincts, he managed to survive the night and was taken in by Jackson to meet the pack.
This began a string of horrid events that turned Isador's world upside down, molding and shaping him into a weapon rather than an individual. Out of this, to protect himself he kept his emotions buried. While in modern nights he rarely comes in contact with the positive ones that made him a human being, it exists like a split personality to his natural predatorial life-style.
Long story coming soon with all the small details and page upon page of goodies. Reader beware, this will be -long- once it is finished. It's 3/4ths of the way done, this is a place-holder for now.
