15 September 1948
Issac was always wiry to begin with. He has pathetic, wobbly muscles, and his bones jut out from his skin, making him appear malnourished. His dark blonde hair is greasy, matted and twisted into dreadlocks. They're heavy and long and he keeps them back with some type of cloth tying them together. He's perpetually squinting, blinking, or shifting his brown eyes. His fingernails are jagged and yellow from smoking. His nose is scrunched up as if bad chicken is shoved up his nostrils and his mouth jutting out. He has bad teeth. Really bad yellow, jagged teeth. They're the most fearsome thing about him! He's as white as white gets and smells like a land fill of sweaty underwear. He tends to keep his face pointed downward, tucking away his thin neck and bulging Adam's apple. His clothing is ragged, mismatched, and a wonder it doesn't fall off his body. As a wolf, he's just as scraggly and dirty as ever. He walks sideways for some odd reason, and he's been mistaken, more often than not, as a diseased coyote!
Issac is constantly picking, twitching, gnawing, or mumbling. He thinks he's sick and is always jabbering about some disease and how he's going to die soon. From a farm Issac has this weird obsession with eating corn, beats, and watermelon. His muttering becomes more adamant during feeding time when there is only meat. Although he has superior senses (compared to humans) he can't hunt worth shit. He has the habit of burping, slurping, and picking his teeth at the table. He hums if he's not mumbling. His southern roots never left him. He's hard enough to understand when he speaks so people have a tendency not to listen to him. Issac will leave for a few days before wondering back into the Pack. He never strays to far, though.
Born on a farm in some place south hard times and hunger is something Issac grew up with. His mum always seemed to have a babe on her hip and had to say three different names until she called him the right one. His dad worked all day, everyday (even Sunday). With ten siblings it was a fight to eat, get the best spot on the bed, and get any general comfort in their creaking, molding home. Issac grandfather, Jude, always talked about his time in Germany during the War. Jude hated his son (Issac's dad) because he didn't go to war because he was "Gettin' ah callage educ'sh. Look were tha' gaw 'im!" So, Issac grew up hating his dad, and the communists.
So when he turned 18 and go enlist to go to Vietnam. You can damn well bet he was excited. He came state side for a few months of medical leave, but he was mostly on morphine the whole time. He returned later. There wasn't much to his life as a human after that. He almost didn't survive the change. His exposure to agent orange combined with the vicious virus yields one fucked up son of a gun.