Name: Rick James
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Rank: Omega
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Wolf Photo:
Summary:
Rick looks like a strong, young, goodlooking, healthy male. He's got dark brown eyes, always clean shaven, and brown hair thats just long enough to stick up in the front. He stands at six foot one, and his wolf is ten foot six. His body is well toned, his arm muscles by far the most impressive. His only scar is a 3 lined gash along the backside of his left hip, from which he got as a present from an abusive father. His father was a pureblood, as well as his mother, and so is he. He got the scar a few months after his mother had been killed, his father had fell long off the deep end. He can usually be seen in jeans and a Button-Up T-Shirt with the long sleaves pushed up to his elbows.
Rick has a very short temper, and usually baits others into fights. He's good at holding a grudge, and usually avoids talking to others. He has a bad rep for something he didn't even do, but no one believed him when he pleaded not guilty. So he has a snarky additude and low respect for other packmembers. He stays in line just enough so that Alpha Gabriel can't kick him out, abides by taking care of his omega duties and running pety errands. When alone however he's rather nice, and tends to flirt with others.
Rick once had a very happy life. He had two amazing parents and one younger brother. They were all purebloods, lived alone up north in a lakeside cottage. Mom didn't change much, only just to travel to and from town. Rick, his father, and his brother changed frequently however. His father taught he and his brother to fight, having them spar against eachother to practice different techniques. Occasionally they would go on hunts, but they would always bring their catch back to the house for their mom to cook. They were monsters by blood, but that didn't mean they had to live like it. Or at least that was what their mom always said.
It was after one of their hunts, after their mother had sliced and cut the steaks, after their father had cooked them on the grill, and after a pleasant dinner full of laughs and jokes. The boys were finishing washing the dirty dishes, and their father was drinking a cold one while watching tv. Their mom had only been gone for a second, to get rid of the little pieces of meat scrap she hadn't used for dinner, when they suddenly heard her piercing scream. Rick dropped the plate he was drying and it shattered across the floor as he and his father raced outide, leaving his younger brother wide eyed next to the sink. There was 5 of them, full grown purebreds that were nearly twice the size of your average human body builder. By the time they reached her she was already dead, and his father went balistic. Rick watched, shocked as his father took out two of the men, swift and clean. Two other grabbed him, holding him in place as the 3rd began to pull his guts out. Rick snapped, jumping into action at the very last minute.
After they'd killed the rest of them, they'd returned to the house. Rick's brother was gone. They searched for him for years, but all their leads just turned to dead ends. His father eventually turned to a drunk, and he even became slightly abusive. Most of the time Rick just let it happen, knowing his father would stop and fall asleep on the couch. The bruises wouldn't hurt for long anyways, and would dissapear for a short while before replaced with new ones. But he'd only ever scarred Rick once when Rick had tried to take away his fathers alcohol for the night. Within the blink of an eye is father had phased his right hand all the way up to his elbow, using his wolf features to dig deep into Rick's back. Rick left him then, tending to his own wounds before setting out to look for his mothers murder, as well as his brothers captures.
More than a few years have past since then, and Rick has grown tired of the search. To bring it up would make Rick fast to anger, for he believes no one has any idea what he's going through. He doesn't even know if his brother has been killed, or if he's survived all these years. He resides within the Braveheart walls, serving as a low omega. He's being punished for critically injuring a packmate, but it hadn't been his fault. Rick had warned him, told him not to go there. But the wereling didn't listen, and now Rick has to pay the price. A pureblood as an omega. He's stuck with this rank for now, but he tries to show himself worthy so he may once again be a Beta Male.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Rank: Omega
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Summary:
Rick looks like a strong, young, goodlooking, healthy male. He's got dark brown eyes, always clean shaven, and brown hair thats just long enough to stick up in the front. He stands at six foot one, and his wolf is ten foot six. His body is well toned, his arm muscles by far the most impressive. His only scar is a 3 lined gash along the backside of his left hip, from which he got as a present from an abusive father. His father was a pureblood, as well as his mother, and so is he. He got the scar a few months after his mother had been killed, his father had fell long off the deep end. He can usually be seen in jeans and a Button-Up T-Shirt with the long sleaves pushed up to his elbows.
Rick has a very short temper, and usually baits others into fights. He's good at holding a grudge, and usually avoids talking to others. He has a bad rep for something he didn't even do, but no one believed him when he pleaded not guilty. So he has a snarky additude and low respect for other packmembers. He stays in line just enough so that Alpha Gabriel can't kick him out, abides by taking care of his omega duties and running pety errands. When alone however he's rather nice, and tends to flirt with others.
Rick once had a very happy life. He had two amazing parents and one younger brother. They were all purebloods, lived alone up north in a lakeside cottage. Mom didn't change much, only just to travel to and from town. Rick, his father, and his brother changed frequently however. His father taught he and his brother to fight, having them spar against eachother to practice different techniques. Occasionally they would go on hunts, but they would always bring their catch back to the house for their mom to cook. They were monsters by blood, but that didn't mean they had to live like it. Or at least that was what their mom always said.
It was after one of their hunts, after their mother had sliced and cut the steaks, after their father had cooked them on the grill, and after a pleasant dinner full of laughs and jokes. The boys were finishing washing the dirty dishes, and their father was drinking a cold one while watching tv. Their mom had only been gone for a second, to get rid of the little pieces of meat scrap she hadn't used for dinner, when they suddenly heard her piercing scream. Rick dropped the plate he was drying and it shattered across the floor as he and his father raced outide, leaving his younger brother wide eyed next to the sink. There was 5 of them, full grown purebreds that were nearly twice the size of your average human body builder. By the time they reached her she was already dead, and his father went balistic. Rick watched, shocked as his father took out two of the men, swift and clean. Two other grabbed him, holding him in place as the 3rd began to pull his guts out. Rick snapped, jumping into action at the very last minute.
After they'd killed the rest of them, they'd returned to the house. Rick's brother was gone. They searched for him for years, but all their leads just turned to dead ends. His father eventually turned to a drunk, and he even became slightly abusive. Most of the time Rick just let it happen, knowing his father would stop and fall asleep on the couch. The bruises wouldn't hurt for long anyways, and would dissapear for a short while before replaced with new ones. But he'd only ever scarred Rick once when Rick had tried to take away his fathers alcohol for the night. Within the blink of an eye is father had phased his right hand all the way up to his elbow, using his wolf features to dig deep into Rick's back. Rick left him then, tending to his own wounds before setting out to look for his mothers murder, as well as his brothers captures.
More than a few years have past since then, and Rick has grown tired of the search. To bring it up would make Rick fast to anger, for he believes no one has any idea what he's going through. He doesn't even know if his brother has been killed, or if he's survived all these years. He resides within the Braveheart walls, serving as a low omega. He's being punished for critically injuring a packmate, but it hadn't been his fault. Rick had warned him, told him not to go there. But the wereling didn't listen, and now Rick has to pay the price. A pureblood as an omega. He's stuck with this rank for now, but he tries to show himself worthy so he may once again be a Beta Male.
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