Isaiah Zuriel Bradford
Faceclaim: Gaspard Ulliel
Species: Pure Nephilim
Age: 29 (Looks 27)
Status: Not in the community, yet.
Family: Abraxas Bradford (Father) Cornelia Bradford (Half-Sister) Jonathan Bradford (Unknown Half-Brother) and Clarissa Bradford (Twin)

Isaiah was born April 3rd 1988. In many aspects, he was considered a mistake, due to the fact he was the result of a one night stand gone wrong. His mother abandoned him weeks after he was born, as he was the mistake she did not want to keep. She wasn’t ready mentally to look after him, and she believed that she wouldn’t be the best influence on her child. So due to this decision made by his mother, he was put in a foster home.

It was evident that he had a temper, one that he couldn’t contain in certain situations, and ones where he was provoked into acting on certain urges to satisfy that rage. It was the feeling of not having someone to love him, a mother, a father. Nothing, he was alone. That led to him being the cause of many fights, and the moving from foster home to foster home took a mental toll on him.

Being different from other children at the Foster Cares didn’t help control his rage either. Isaiah, at the age of 10, noticed that he had thick scars on either side of his shoulder blades, which was easily noticeable by the other boys. At first, they used to make fun of him, calling him names. However, after one certain incident, they knew that it was for the best that no one talked to Isaiah, or even come closer to him. It was a few weeks after he had noticed his scars, when it happened. Isaiah was sitting on his bed, in the dorm-room when another boy appeared with his gang, making fun of the ‘scarred-boy’. Isaiah sat still, trying to control his rage, trying to not respond to them, have them tease him. Their banter however crossed the line when the boys called Isaiah a mistake; worth abandoning. In that moment, he felt a sudden rage fill his veins, the purple tinge to his eyes gleaming as his hands clenched into tight fists. He glared at the boys as they continued to call him names till he stood up and grabbed a boy by his collar, his fingers wrapping around the kid’s neck. Isaiah remembers the boy screaming for help while the others tried to punch him, beat him, get him to release the helpless child. But, he stood in his place, and with unknown super-strength, threw the boy to the other corner of the room, a malicious smirk curling up his lips.

It was a week later that the ten year old Isaiah was adopted by yet another family. The Foster Care had this time found a rather strict family for him. As far as strictness went, this new family were Hitler-Spawns to the young Isaiah. He remembers being locked up in a dark room, day and night, only let out on Saturdays for an hour or two. He remembers being tortured, left all alone in the dark in bloody clothes and fresh wounds covering the old ones. Isaiah tried to run, use his strength to break the doors, but it never worked. All he could do was curl up in one corner of the room and stay still. He wouldn’t cry; no. He wouldn’t let the family have the satisfaction of seeing him break.

Fate however, keeps screwing up with Isaiah’s life. At the age of twenty, he was still locked up in the dark room, unaware of everything but the scars his foster parents had left on his skin and the pain of broken bones and nonhealing wounds that kept him awake at night. The only thing that kept him going however, was a letter, a note rather, from his anonymous birth mother. He would read it in hopes of getting to meet her one day. Or the man, mentioned in the note, who seemed to reason behind him being different; having super-strength and the ability to recognize a lie. However, on his twenty-first birthday, when he was allowed to get out of the room for a day, his Foster parents found out about the letter and right in front of his tear-filled eyes, they burned the paper. Isaiah watched the only thing he had of his mother burn in the dancing fire, the flames happily consuming the piece of paper and the last bit of humanity left in the boy. Something flickered in his dark orbs and with a surge of energy, he leaped towards the couple, sending the female soaring out of the window. The male of the family brought out a gun but Isaiah paid no heed to the empty bullets and threats. As he neared him, Isaiah let out a vengeful laughter and held the man up against a wall, his fingers curled around his neck, choking him before banging his head repeatedly against the wall.As the man’s blood flowed down the wall and he let out his last breath, Isaiah knew it was over, he was finally free and so he ran….

The moment he ran, he tried to find information on Abraxas, eventually joining a league of assassins.  He quickly became one of the best there was in the league and he never missed a shot which was good for only being trained upon joining. He did his job properly and that was they wanted. Someone who went in and got the job done. Simple as that. That was all that was needed. Getting the job done and moving onto the next one without anything else involved. It wasn’t long after he joined the league that he met Clarissa, another assassin in the league and the two automatically clicked.

However, things started changing for Isaiah, he soon realized, he was now a puppet at the hands of the Leader. He was far away from finding Abraxas Bradford. So he decided to leave, but of course, the exit door wasn't open for him, he would have to work for it. 

When Clarissa heard that Isaiah was leaving the organization after finishing one last mission, Clarissa asked him where he would be heading to. So when she got the answer that he was leaving to look for his family, she really didn’t expect it; knowing him to the be the person who did what they were told and when to do it. Upon saying that she also wanted to leave the league to find her own family too, Clarissa pulled a particular picture out to show him, telling him it was the only thing that would lead her to her family. As Isaiah looked at the picture he had seen so many times from his own copy, he looked from the image to Clarissa before asking her how she got the picture and with her answer of telling him she’d had it forever, realisation struck as they added it all together. Isaiah was Clarissa’s twin. They weren’t alone because they had each other.

After that moment, Clarissa agreed to help Isaiah on his last mission so they could both be released from the organisation and start looking for their family together. So that was what happened. After killing the leader of the assassins league, they were released from their jobs and off they went, on the search for their family. 

All the leads they got, led to people, associates of Abraxas. When they asked for their father’s whereabouts, and they didn’t agree to co-operate, that’s when the twisted side of Isaiah's mind consumed him, and he would torture them with Clarissa's help, until they finally agreed to reveal some sort information that would lead them to their father. Of course, by the end of his torture sessions, Isaiah would kill them. He was rather enjoying the power that he had, and the things he could do. Even killing seemed fun to him, though Clarissa somewhat controlled it. Finally, all that information led them to one particular city, Evermore City.

Arriving in the city, Isaiah discovered he had a half-sister named Cornelia Bradford, a detective who was also the ambassador of the Nephilim community. The first time the two met, she had gone to the cemetery to honor the fallen and there he was, in his all psychopathic glory. The young detective had immediately recognized him to be a Nephilim, but the fact that he was more closer to home was something she found only after their meet in an alley where Isaiah was choking a mortal and she held a gun to his chest. A perfect reunion, they say.

Now Isaiah and Cornelia have somewhat repaired their relationship. He is often faced with protectiveness when it comes to his half-sister and although he on more than one occasion tried to push her over to the dark side, make her kill, he now is trying his best to be the kind of brother both Clarissa and Cornelia deserve - a fearless protector and as caring as a psychopath's son can get.

Personality Traits

Loyal - Sarcastic - Strong-Willed - Sly - Cold - Manipulative
Short-tempered - Stubborn - Impulsive - Violent - Calculating - Protective (Over his siblings)