Growing up in a more well-off village near the capitol of Providence, Isidore was brought up by two loving parents, who, spite their good standing, still had to work hard for their family. Not a lone child, being the youngest of three brothers, the oldest left to serve in the military when Isidore was but a child. The middle child, being cared for as well as the others, turned to laziness and a life of drink and women, leaving his parents dissolute and full of worry. Isidore, always having looked up to his brothers as a child, became confused in his later childhood/early adolescence, being torn between living the correct life - the unspoken norms of the village - and his growing friendships with the crowd of his 2nd brother. His father, not wanting to send more of his children into service, but still fearing a second lost son, feared greatly for Isidores future. Thus extra care was given by his parents to enter him to a good school in the capital - and thus he went. Not a bad student, nor a particularly great one, he cared most for the subjects he found interesting, often resulting in him only doing the bare minimum required in the subjects he found to be boring and unnecessary. However, of the subjects he found interesting, he poured much work into, both in his studies, but also in his free time.
At the start of his young adulthood, Isidore was still in education. His studying habit of his youth still being unchanged, he started caring less and less about the subjects he chose to specialize in. He found them now disinteresting, and turned more to a life of his second brother. He went through a year or two spent mostly in the life of the night, barely doing homework, and just quite passing exams, much to the displeasure of both lectures and his parents. However, Isidore, still frequently penning his oldest brother, now a sergeant in the emperors' Imperial Army, was not satisfied with his current state of life. He knew how joining the service would destroy his parents, he started training still, keeping it a secret to both family and friends. He did not want to worry his family about the plans for his future - which were quite vague, - nor risk the teasing from his friends (none of who cared much for physical effort.) As had always been his habit, Isidore started clinging to training excessively, caring less and less for all other aspects of his life. His daily routine became a balance between passing minimum educational expectations, and spending the rest of his daily hours in the solitude of the wilderness. A solitude, which, unknowingly to the young man, drove away most of the worries of the world.
Being in his last year of studies, - of what was normally expected for a man of his social standing - he had come to the point of all young men's lives, where important decisions of the future had to be taken. In the last couple of months, not failing on his normal routine, he had explored much of the surrounding land to the capitol. Peculiarly enough, had he discovered some old stone ruins, of - what he imagined - must've been quite the achievement of masonry. He had queried a lecture about it, which he had been closer to in his earlier years, and had had it explained to him, that it was an old canonist chapel, which had been left unmaintained due to economic reforms in the local diocese. His parents, always having being troubled by worldly business, had never talked much about Canonism, or the Church thereof, and he was thus pretty unknowing of the subject. But non the less, the comments from his lecture has sparked an interest, and one day he decided to dwell into the college's modest library, to investigate the religious institution responsible for the construction of the mystical masonic ruins. Upon his research, he was quickly introduced to the seven virtues, being the core of the institution of course, and was drawn to their simplicity, yet unfathomed scope. During the following month, his visits to the wilderness dwindled, and most of his time now consisted under the dim candle lights of the small book filled room. As in all new interests, his obsession grew, and most other things became purely second hand chores.
Though it came as a shock to friends and family, it would be no surprise for an avid studier of the life of Isidore, that he had formally announced his newly formed faith in the God of the Canonists. His parents, having had only narrow contact with him the last couple of years, knew that they were quite ignorant on the life of their youngest, wouldn't have expected their son to become, what they considered, a follower of such a folly pursuit. His few close friends, not unsurprisingly, having had become quite used to Isidore's obsession and weird life choices, didn't pay much attention to his new faith, and wrote it off as yet another temporary craze. However, for the first time in his still short life, it had turned out, that the subject of our story had settled on something that he would not - at least up until this recounting of his life - give up again. Having finished his studies with, somehow, average marks, Isidore took an apprenticeship in his childhood village, returning to live under his father's roof once again. Over the next couple of years, he developed himself to become a hard worker, toiling much for his master, but his heart remained still always with his God. He always kept the holydays of his order, and practiced the virtues with great diligence. However, as the years went on, Isidore was left unsatisfied with his state of life, often reminiscing about his days of old in the wilderness. One day, he quit his apprenticeship, which he had already developed into a proficient novice, bordering to learned - as was the official titles of rank in the village; - packed a rucksack, dawned his cloak, and said his good byes to his quite non-sympathetic family. He travelled to the capital, to relive his nostalgia one final time, and left to the wilderness to pursue a life of solitude.
