Isadore de'Vries
Faceclaim: Daniel Snoeks
Species: Pure Nephilim
Age: Looks 22 | Real 25
Status: Warrior; In the community
Family: None

Born into the large Nephilim family of the de'Vries to his two loving parents, Godfried and Xandra, and his older sister, Eleanora, it seemed Isadore was destined for righteous crusade that is of his family. It was standard in his family to be the warriors they were; the moment they could walk then they were taught to run, when they could run than they were taught to fight, when they were taught to fight then they were pushed further and taught even more skills. Every child within the history of the de'Vries were groomed for battle, intrigue, or what may have been necessary for the family and their strict beliefs. From the age of fourteen, he was already sent on small squad missions; protecting the innocent, punishing evil, and guarding family estates. By age seventeen, he was sent on solo missions.

Age twenty-two, he was part of the Council of the Family Heads as his father's bodyguard. A look of disappointment lingered upon Isadore's face as he watched the family bicker amongst themselves, indecisive of whether they rid crime, hunt for the supernaturally evil, travel elsewhere, or even one member mentioned to cut themselves off from the world much to the chagrin of his older sister beside him as she shook her head with furrowed brows and pursed lips. What his father wanted was to deal with their biggest priority, a very old vampire had set himself into the city. Just from his looks alone and his presence, you could feel darkness seeping in waves from the man. Every other Family Head simply shaken their heads, viewing the vampire as another beast that they could easily handle.

Unlike what they thought, the vampire was very clever. Somehow he masked his darkened presence and disguised himself various times to hide from the de'Vries and even in one single instance, he planted doubt. For safety, Isadore and his sister watched from the walls of the room as they stared in shock as arguments had arose and surprisingly twice, fights nearly had broken out if Isadore's father hadn't been in the centre to deter it. As much as Isadore wished that was the end, sadly it wasn't as the doubt and distrust only grew within the family and Godfried's saddened eyes had only gave it away.

Christmas Eve and the first deaths within the main family estate had occurred, Isadore's own parents had been found in their room. Isadore did his best to avoid breaking down right there but his own sister couldn't hold it in, a loud wail of grief coming from the door as Isadore stepped further into the room to inspect it. Both his father and mother had weapons in their hands, sword and bow, obviously fighting back as there were a few blood stains that were obviously not their own. Inhaling deeply, Isadore pushed the negative feelings from his mind, he pushed vengeance from his mind before leaving the room wanting to seek for Justice and yet he himself will follow his father's footsteps and push for finding the old vampire.

"You killed my parents!!" Isadore's eyes shot open from the screams and shouts coming from the estate's large foyer. Climbing out of his bed, Isadore ran down the hall and gazed over the banister and down to the crowd, pushing and yelling, some angered and others trying to stop the punches and throws between Isadore's uncle and his sister. "Eleanora!" he screamed at her, briefly she stopped and looked up in realization before the look of anger crossed her face again. "He did it, Isadore! He's got a fresh wound from a blade on his stomach!" she screeched before jumping at the man again. The man did his best to block, yell and even fight back, yelling out his own defence. "I didn't do it! I don't know how that wound appeared, it was there when I had awaken."

"Lies!!" she yelled, pulling out her two swords. That action alone had put everyone on edge as weapons were unsheathed, and the bursts of words had become louder, drowning out Isadore's own protests to stop. It only seemed like a quick instance when metal clashed and battle cries were heard, an instance when the first splash of blood had dripped on the white tiled floor, a single instance when Isadore finally noticed the vampire peeking through the window; grinning so wickedly while holding a bloody blade in his hand...the murder weapon. He could only watch in horror as his family fought each other to the point of exhaustion, witnessing the arrival of the old vampire and the unknown coven of his, the slaughter of his family and his own sister down below, Not even noticing his own cries of grief as he tried to climb the bannister while his uncle had to forcefully pull him down the hallway. With heavy tears, he ran down the hallway, finally noticing the hand on his arms was no longer there and a clash of blades could be heard behind him. No longer looking back, he crashed through the high window and kept running. Running through the streets, through the snowstorm, and away from the sounds of battle.

Isadore wandered for awhile, jumping from city to city up until he heard of a city, a sanctuary, for those who were supernatural. Halfways through his journey, along an open and empty road, an odd feeling had erupted from his back. Throwing off his backpack and taking off his jacket and shirt, a roar of pain erupted from his lips as waves of sharp pings resonated from his back. Kneeling over, Isadore clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, fingered digging deeply into the ground below him. A loud bang seemed to echo across the skies until a small unfurling whoosh had sounded itself behind him. Opening his eyes slowly, Isadore gazed to his left and stared in shock, watching the pure white feathery wing shiver before grazing his arm. Smiling a little at the odd revelation of acquiring wings, the man simply grabbed his items in his arms and attempted to test out the new additions. Shaky at first but eventually just getting the hang of it, he flew in the direction of his destination, hoping to restart his life and leave the destruction of his family in the past.

Personality Traits

Polite when he needs to be but keeps himself distant. loyal to those he is close to but to those he's not; he is open to "throwing them under the bus".