[b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Garret Hill

[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Male

[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 25

[b][u]Group:[/u][/b] Main

[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] Kindhearted, protective, laid back, understanding, and accepting. He doesn't have the nickname "Guardian" for nothing.

[b][u]Abilities:[/u][/b] Fighting, strength, endurance, and is more durable than he should be. Claims it's from drinking milk. However he isn't good at quick turns or more tricky maneuvers that require more finesse.

[b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b]
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[b][u]Wolf:[/u][/b]
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[b][u]Background:[/u][/b] Garret was born into an abusive, drug ridden household with a father he never knew and a mother that wished he wasn't there. Growing up, Garret was subjected to emotional abuse and neglect by his mother then was picked on by bullies because his mother had been around the block several times and would continue to go again. His only safe haven was Mrs. Leona's class. Mrs. Leona was the closest thing he would ever have to an actual mother and as such took after her more than his real mom. From Mrs. Leona Garret learned how to be a good person no matter how bad things seemed, in the end everything would work itself out. 

However everything changed when Garret experienced his first change. When it happened Garret had just turned 14 but his mother wasn't about to call an ambulance and shell out money to the hospital just because her son was having what looked like a seizure. Stuffing him into his room, she left him to either get better or die. She was hoping the former so that she could pawn all his stuff if he kicked the bucket. Garret thrashed around and was filled with unimaginable pain before blacking out. When he awoke, Garret didn't remember much. Only flashes of his mother and blood, so much blood. After trying to get facts together, the young man tried to go home but found that he was lost and didn't have the slightest clue as to were he was. However instead of terrifying him, Garret had never felt more free. 

After roaming awhile, the young man go a basic idea of what he was and what he could do. To him it was amazing, he was finally able to do whatever he wanted and he had the body to do it. Soon though, he realized that while this was amazing, it didn't feel as good as it could be if he was able to share it with someone. This nagged him for about a years before he met up the pack. Well technically it wasn't an actual pack, just a collection of mutts really but they all looked out for each other like a pack should. They just weren't locked up by rules and the such. However after many years of being alone, Garret jumped at the chance to join others. He has since then proven himself as a capable warrior and a good friend to many within the rag tag pack.