C.J. Wilder

Meet Ceasar Julius Wilder (and no, the name was unintentional; I didn't even think about it until I said his full name to myself one day and thought, "Oh, hey, what do you know? That fits.").

C.J. is head of a huge corporation, which his grandfather, Julius Wilder, built from the ground up, and is one of the most prestigious, and powerful companies in the western states--or was.
Wilder Inc. was bequeathed to Ceasar after his father's untimely death after his Lamborghini was T-boned by a drunk in a corvette. Insurance covered everything--down to replacing the car--and in accordance to the the late Mr. Wilder's Will, his only child was given everything, except two or three houses bequeathed to the widowed Mrs. Wilder, who lived out her days in the mansion in Miami and remarried, or so Ceasar was told in an off-hand manner by his secretary.
Ceasar became the sole owner of Wilder Inc. now, and he preferred to keep it that way. Despite generous offers of merging by other companies and more experienced businessmen, the young and ambitious Mr. C.J. Wilder kept the business "in the family," he said, which is strange to relate, since he was without sibling, spouse, or prodigy.
Under his precocious business savvy, Wilder Inc. grew. He bought out competitors first, then smaller businesses, the tiny, family-run shops, and eventually established a true monopoly. Enthralled by his success, Ceasar became more and more obsessed with his business. Despite his large house, Mr. Wilder lived alone, if you don't count the enormous staff necessary to run the place. He lost close personal friends slowly, along with connections to any remaining relatives. After a while, Ceasar no longer enjoyed the beautiful lands his money kept and preserved. Soon, even his employees stopped hearing from him. Little by little, maids and butlers, curious as the purpose of the château's upkeep, quit, and eventually stopped showing up, till only a single maid and butler were left. People would have been noticed the gradual deterioration of the Wilder Mansion, if they'd been around. The town that used to be the proud home of Wilder Inc., became a ghost town. Since the Wilder empire had bought out most of the businesses, most people couldn't keep work. Locals left first, and after several years, even the foreign help hired by Wilder Inc., had to leave, too.

Once proud and bustling, the Wilder Mansion glittering in iron-wrought pride, the city died, and the Wilder empire fell with it. Other younger and ambitious businesses bought out stock and merchandise, until Wilder, once a house-hold name, was now almost totally forgotten. Media abandoned its business superstar, the once young and renowned Mr. C.J. Wilder. Those who had worked for him said he was most likely dead, and that he'd probably negotiated with Death himself to somehow profit in the after life.

Those who knew him personally, however, say he's still alive, sitting alone in his office, calculating numbers of stocks and the state of the market, his inbox still ever full of business reports from all over the world, imagined by his gifted, business-savvy mind. Or that was the last they heard, anyway...

The definitions of Death and Life can be blurred, sometimes, by those who push to the extreme. Ceasar Wilder, in honesty, is still alive, if you can call it living, but his physical human form is completely lost, having been forsaken along with everything else Human.
The only word to describe what he has become is Beast.