Name: Isobel Montgomery
Age: 30
Species: Therianthrope (Lycanthrope)
Pack Status: Omega
Faceclaim: Megan Fox

positive: Charming, adventurous, brave, honest

negative: Cold, manipulative, pessimistic, sarcastic

*TRIGGER WARNING - domestic abuse, sexual abuse, attempted abortion*

The birth of a child is one of the most beautiful gifts a mother and father could receive from the world and their cries should sound like music to anyone’s ears. However, to Isobel Montgomery’s mother, the sound was the worst.

Cynthia Loraux was once loved by her pack, not only because she was the daughter of the Beta but because she had a huge heart that made her regard everyone with the utmost respect. At one point, she dreamed of finding someone she’d fall in love and grow old with, someone she’d get to call her mate but her dreams were shattered the moment her father informed her of her arranged marriage to the young Alpha of their neighboring pack who was known to be a reckless teenager who, unlike her, regarded everyone with no respect because he thought he was more superior and that everyone should be bowing down to him. This angered her and she wanted to put an end to the marriage before it began but her fathers decision was final and so the start to a miserable life began.

Isaiah Montgomery liked power and dominance and in his eyes, being mated to a beta who he felt was beneath him, lower class in the Therianthrope community even, was a weakness and since they’d married in a ceremony that included both packs, he treated her like garbage. She lived in solitude for the rest of her time there until the Alpha stated his need to have an heir, forcing her to get intimate with him which was the last thing she wanted. It caused Cynthia to stay up at every night, silently crying herself to sleep as to not wake the monster who now slept beside her.

The torture began daily and when Isaiah stopped trying to get an heir from her, figuring she was one of those females who couldn’t bare children, a miracle happened; Cynthia was pregnant. She tried to get rid of the unborn baby whether that was with taking pills or physically harming herself, she was willing to do anything. However, when word broke out that she was trying to kill her unborn child, the Alpha was furious. He now had plans for her when the child was born, plans Cynthia Loraux wouldn’t like.

Isobel Montgomery was born in the middle of a warm spring day and as she cried, nurses moved into the room in order to transfer the newborn baby girl to another room as the Alpha entered. He gave Cynthia no time to recover as she laid in her hospital bed in agonizing pain, grabbing her by her wrist in a strong grip and dragging her along to an unknown destination. In his mind, her wanting to harm his unborn child was the act of the conspiracy to murder and so she would suffer the consequences.

In a public ceremony that included his entire pack, Isaiah tortured his wife with not only a whip, but a sharp blade, dragging it along her flesh while all watched in horror. He then left her there to heal on her own, warning the pack to not assist her in healing as he returned to his child who now slept in her bassinet, unaware of what her mother had just endured.

From then on, Isaiah raised his daughter the way he wanted to, teaching her how to be the exact replica of him; a dominant, malicious human being while her mother was forced to watch and do absolutely nothing. She was taught how to shift into her Lycanthrope beast, to hunt, to survive. She even grew up thinking treating people badly was okay and that if you were nice, that just showed your weakness and weakness made people think they could walk all over you which she wouldn’t stand for. She followed her fathers every word, doing exactly what he did because she looked up to the man.. But eventually his wrong doings looked more like torture to the pack members, she could see how bad his mistreatment of them really was as well as the suffering her poor mother had gone through and she couldn’t stand for it any longer so the young female decided that was the day she’d distance herself from her father..

Isaiah didn’t appreciate his daughters change of attitude but when it came to his only child, laying his hands on her was something he just couldn’t find it in himself to do. However, he had no problem in doing so to his wife.. So, as a way to get Isobel to do whatever he wanted, he’d use her defenseless mother who’d lost her own Lycan long ago as leverage which she just couldn’t look passed.

She didn’t realize how her decision to stay in the pack would ruin her life for good until one night in particular; almost every weekend, Cynthia would send Isobel off into town to pick up some fresh fruit and vegetables from the supermarket and on this Saturday night, she wished she had never left in the first place because maybe, just maybe her mother would still be alive today. As the young female strolled over to the vegetables, her cart already full of fresh fruits from strawberries to blueberries, a bad feeling settled at the pit of her stomach and the first thing that came to mind was her mother; was she in danger? Leaving her basket behind, Isobel hurried back to pack grounds. What she returned to would haunt her forever; there laid the bloodied, lifeless body of her mother in the hands on her fathers beta, the devil nowhere in site. She darted over to the two, pushing past pack members who looked on in shock, and grabbed her mother, pulling her into her arms and did the one thing she swore she’d never do; cry. Cry for her mother and the life she’d lost, knowing she was in a much better world then this one.

Her mothers death flew around the Therianthrope community and since most knew what her father was capable of, they immediately pointed fingers at him. Isobel, however, didn’t stick around to hear their verdict because she wanted to be far away from the town that gave her nightmares. She moved a few cities over, knowing she would be able to fully leave Colorado and settled in Evermore where the city was full of talk, vowing to remain a lone Lycan for eternity.