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Isabel Montiago, childe of George Jameston.

Background

It was the last few years of King Phillip the Fifth’s rule in Spain when you were finally old enough to be taken from your family. Your life had been easy up until now. You had been surrounded with familiar things. You had a room of your own, which you didn’t have to share. You had a garden that you could tend for joy instead of work. You had, in short, a life of privilege. But you were nineteen, years older than when most girls went to marry and your family had finally arranged something advantageous for you. You heard your father bragging to his friends one night when they were deep in their cups just how high your bride-price was. You were astonished. There were greater beauties. Richer heiresses.

The night before you left to meet him you went to the family’s chapel to say a rosary and consult with the Priest. He assured you every thing would be fine. He said you were doing God’s work. He said that this was your duty as a woman; he told you that you would be in charge of maintaining your husband’s spiritual health.

It wasn’t until after dusk that his cavalcade finally arrived. He was riding a great gray horse in the lead. You remember to this evening what an impressive sight it was. He was a handsome man, a powerful man. You counted yourself lucky for such a match. The gifts were exchanged with your parents and despite their mediocre protests you left with him that evening – as soon as the marriage service was complete -- and traveled through the night to reach his estate before dawn. It was most unusual, you recall.

Later you determined that it was the easiest way to get you away from your parents without any questions of your whereabouts. After all, who questions the husband who calls his wife to the New World with him after a few years. But they would definitely question the vampire in their midst who embraces their daughter and steals her away in the middle of the night.

But yes, three years later you arrived in the little out-post he gave you directions to find with his “coterie” only to find nothing of him but a rotting journal. You knew it would be the case, of course. You had felt his death during the passing. The blood, all powerful as it is, prophets such things.

There was little time to think about politics and hardly enough to worry about religion upon arrival. It was a time of survival. You against the world. You fought to survive and to carve out a place in this god-forsaken out-post as livable for Kindred. You like to think you made a difference. All the same you did your duty as Sanctified – God’s Sanctified – to hunt upon the living and with time your blood thickened.

As it did you noticed changes about yourself. You saw yourself becoming more as your sire was. You saw yourself becoming Icarian. But yet you didn’t mention it for fear of the Heresy that drove your sire way from home would follow you here.

Kindred slowly trickled into the city and time passed. You grew to know some of them, probably not well but well enough. You resented the fact that the Dragon claimed Praxis but you realized that you had not the force to stand up against him – at that time. Eventually, as your coterie drifted away, the time wore down on you and you slipped into torpor.

In-Game

When Isabel originally awoke, the Sanctified had few members and she existed virtually alone. Despite this, she quickly became somewhat of a personal confessor for the Prince Anthony Anderson. She maintained this discrete position until her natural paranoia started to exert itself. When a creature of unknown origins started stalking her, Isabel attributed it to an Invictus monster called up to kill her - due to off-handed comments recently made by Invictus members. While she managed to dispatch the monster, she also frenzied and killed several people at the same time. Upon confessing this sin to the Prince she was exiled for a period of the year.

However it would be nearly ten years before Isabel returned to the city. When asked about the long absence, she cites the fact that she continued to hunt the monster for a time - if that took up all of the ten years, it is unknown because she doesn't expound. She stayed in the city for a few weeks before disappearing again. This time she went to New England on a quest of sorts, only unbeknown to her and the Prince. A few months later, she returned presumably to resume a position in society.

Haven

Isabel rarely tries to hide her haven, thus most people who have even the slightest intimate acquaintance with her have been brought back to the large brick house in one of the older Buckhead areas. One of the most notable features of her haven is the fact that there are absolutely no personal items.