Isaac Neumeier

Born in early September to a single mother, Isaac never knew his father. His mother, Nicole, would tell him stories about his father and that he died a month before Isaac was born. At least, that's what little of his childhood he remembers other than bits and pieces of faded embers. The last clear memory he had of his mother was her pained smile as the light in her eyes faded.

He was four years old.

The next few years became a blur, but he did finally rouse from his recurring nightmares in a fit of rage. When Isaac came to, he had found himself bleeding from his broken knuckles and covered in scars. While naked in the woods at night. Fun.

Over the next eighteen years, Isaac managed to make a name for himself in western Germany using his birth name, but never forgot his American lineage. All he wishes to do is live his life in peace. But we all know that will not happen.

Not yet.

Daylighting as a volunteer firefighter, Isaac works as a pilot, or street racer/trafficker, for the local mafia family in order to help make ends meet. He doesn't ask questions, as it's just a way to stay alive for him. The fact that the street races are fun doesn't even register.