: Isabel Winters Age
: Thoughtful and outwardly straightforward. She's neither outstandingly outgoing, or brilliantly bright. She's quiet, and doesn't go out of her way to achieve anything most people would view as important. This can be most strikingly seen, with where she is in life at the moment. She's never tried for a higher education after high school, she's never worked to get a better job, and seems to be highly content with the bare normalcy that is her life. She's a waitress, she serves your coffee, and once in a while you'll notice her, but for the most part, she seems to fade into the background, even down to what she wears and how she does herself up.
It would never really touch peoples minds that what they saw was exactly what Issy wanted them to see. She isn't the person people think she is, but she'd rather hide behind that mask, than reveal what she's hiding. Unlike most people, she has a knack for observing and putting away small details that seem unimportant at the time, but are later on revealed to be of great importance. Her mind is always picking apart her surroundings, and her greatest hobby is just watching people, and putting together their lives by the way they speak, act, or even who they're with or what they eat. She's not spectacularly brilliant, but she finds others to be much more interesting. A part of her is just waiting for something to happen, but she would never really explain why that is. History
: You always hear about those stories, where the mother, for various reasons, doesn't make it to the hospital, and gives birth in the most bazaar places. Issy was one of those cases. She was brought into this world one stormy night, in the back of a black four door, 67' Chevy Impala that had broken down on the side of the road. Her single mother had to fight through that ordeal alone, but in the end she was blessed with a surprisingly healthy baby girl. Decidedly nomadic, Issy and her mother traveled from one town to another, always sticking to smaller towns, with friendly inhabitants. Her mother always took smaller jobs, and since money was scarce, Issy never had fancy things, but her mother always said that thrift store jeans where just as good as department store ones, and that they helped them blend in better. Issy never questioned this. In fact, she never questioned her mothers strange advice, ever.
It always seemed to her, as if her mother was running from something, when she got older, she couldn't help but think that it was herself that her mother ran from; since there was never any sign of benevolent people looking for them. But like most lessons learned at a young age, Issy followed them, even after the untimely death of her mother when she was 17. With only a year left until she could be considered a legal adult, Issy decided that going into the system was not for her, so she packed up her things, and drove out of the small town they had been staying at. She spent her life, just as she had before, and since she had graduated high school early, she didn't need to worry about finishing her education. Like her mother, she got small jobs, mostly small waitress jobs; but she never actually yearned for more since she was taught to be content with the bare minimum from a young age. Santa Fe, New Mexico has proven to be an interesting place for her so far. In fact, she's stayed there longer than she has anywhere else, this being her second year there. But just as it's happened before, the urge to move on has started to make her itch.Physical Description
: She knows more than she let's on, maybe even more than she herself is aware of.