Tuvio,Rulin,AlphaMale

[~Nighthunter~]

Name: Tuvio,Hunteri
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Pack: Rulin
Desired Rank: Alpha Male
Appearance:

Tuvio is about 5ft 7 inches tall, and has a large muscular build. His hair is a russet brown in color. He carries with him a muddy dark brown traditional looking commander like hat, and wears a dark leather combat jacket. His pants are a dark grey, and have big pockets on the sides. His eyes are dark deep brown in hue. One of his most notable features is the rigid pink scar that travels from the top left side of his forehead to his lower right cheek. He also has a Platinum necklace chain that he got from a friend as a reminder of them. He also carries an army survial wide bladed knife in a holder on the outsides of his boots.

Personality:

Tuvio does not know the honest meaning of quiting. Since he was more of a lonewolf when he was young, though he always lived in Rulin pack, he had to be capable of protecting himself. He believes in fair fights, and he won't hesitate to act in haste to help another if the odds are way against them. Daring and unafraid, he doesn't feel the need to stop, he has a will to carry on and giving up isn't in his playbook.

~Quirks~
He absolutly hates being around whiner. That plus the fact that the whinning and complaining seems to follow them. Complainers be warned he won't utter a word against you, but don't be surprised if he tries leaving you in the dust.

~Cares~
Tuvio cares a great deal for pokemon, he wants to make the best of his life and believes that pack members should get that chance too. Thats why he tries to form even grounds with pack members, he wouldn't want them getting hurt and he tries not to over work his when training. Once a battle hits all bets are off but he doesn't go overboard. He uses a refined sense of strategy and believes in brains over brawn.

History:

Youth

Tuvio was a noble and daring lycan pup. Out of his brothers he was the most ambitious, but he never acted mean to them or anyone else.As a young wolf he was the only survivor of a litter of 4 pups. His mother died while giving birth.She gave birth while on the battle field, and his father died from loss of blood while rescueing him from the enemy pack.

Adult

When the previous alpha family was wiped out by the Nyalcom, Tuvio wanted to avenge them. At the time he was the male beta in the pack. However he was recently appointed to the position, so many other lycans stepped up to challenge him. He beat them all handily, with only his scar as proof that he fought at all.

Relatives:

Derin Hunteri= Father- Dead
Rosa Hunteri = Mother - Dead
Born with four brothers, all have died

RP Sample:

Its a post from a warrior cat apprentice of mine.

Rays of light filtered through the waving branches, songs that were once sang from birds and crows rang in his head. His short brown fur clung even closer to his wirey muscle and sleek build. His abnormally long pointy ears stood upright and were set on display, showing off his pride. His walk was like that of royalty, regel, and he considered himself such. His poise was that of a kings, tall and unmoveable.The days were growing shorter, and the nights longer. Technically Elkpaw wasn`t supposed to be out on his own. Technically he was supposed to be seeing to appretice duties just like the rest of the worms in the clan, the low lifes, those that kissed the paws of the arrogant and festering faces of the elder cats. Technically he would never bow to such cats, nor ever see them as equals, but those are just technicalities, trivial things in the grand scheme of things. Mastermind to his own fate, young Elkpaw scrutinized the quiet dark woods before him. It was far too peaceful for night life, a time when fright and terror should rule. He hated order, unless it was brought on under his wing, he hated composure unless allowed as a gift of his blessing. He hated well just about everything actually. Life was such a trivial thing, short and easily plucked away if you knew what feathers would prevent flight, and he definately had a few good ideas as to who`s feathers he would be removing. All that really stood in his way were two things, one easily fixed, and one a bit more complex that would require great care.

The first was his age. No one would follow the rulings of a cat not of age, and he was an apprentice still in name only. In his consideration at least. Ever since he was born the diffrences between himself and the other apprentices were very apparent. His eyes for one, were a gory red, and could chill almost anyones soul that dared stare for too long. Play and little games those other kittens involved themselves in to try and either look cute or gain appreciation because they were able to do things like throwing moss balls, just seemed too beneath him, and frankly quite dull. Fun, now that was something he knew. The trill of adrenalone coarsing through your veins as one rips out the tendrils and organs of the pathetic entity that got in your path, now that was fun.

The second, well now that matter he had been looking into for quite some time now. All leaders no matter what needed loyal unyeilding followers. The baffoons that followed the leader now, would no doubt see his intentions as a thing of evil. This is why he as of late had found help to be in sort stock. The only one recruited to his cause was the tom he was black mailing. Whitestone, of Rapidfalls, yes he knew that toms secrets well, and he could use them to his advantage one day, perhaps someday soon. He would ask others in the clan, but if there were cats nearly as cruel as he, they were just as good at hiding it. Hence his problem. For now he would sit and play a grand charade, and lead them to think he was a gentle wiser sort of apprentice. The very thought of him calling himself gentle made him chuckle. Sure he had "friends" in the clan, but to him they were mere pawns, not that he told them that.

Growing bored with just staring off at the luminecent glow of the quarter moon, he comtinued walking on his long skinny elk like legs. When full grown he would be a very tall and long cat indeed, at the moment he looked a little awkward because he has yet to fill out completly. Spotting a mouse he crept over, and watched it as it moved along the ground. Though a tiny thing, it looked rather ordinary, and boring. He pounced and trapped it in between his front legs, lying down to block off its escape and watching it panick as it bolted from paw to paw, only to see sleek, sharp, well formed claws in its way. With a small shriek it collapsed and remained unmoving. It had died of fright. Elkpaw`s jaw slowly opened to show his teeth seperating into an open mouthed miniacle laugh, he even leaned his head to the side and slightly back for more dramatic effect in the moment. Now this creature was amusing indeed...hmmhmmhmm

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Other:

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