[Hider=Kevin]Name:
Kevin 'Kyle' Brown

Age:
20

Gender:
Male.

Class:
Lycan.

Appearance:
[img]http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/e4/3e/4d/e43e4dbcaf74896829e51f1f0ed88880.jpg[/img]
(6’1/Lean)

Personality:
Kevin is a laid-back guy who just does his own thing. He normally stays away from The Pack, and tries to avoid the whole Vampire feud thing, even tries to avoid being a werewolf as he just wants to be a normal mundane. This leads him to always want to reason in any fights involving the Supernatural. Despite this, if angered, he won’t hesitate to [I]break[/I] someone if he can. He’ll also back anyone up in a fight depending on the circumstances, no matter who they are (Ok, it matters a little who they are), he hates unfair fights and will try to help if he can. 
Outside of things relating to The Pack, personality wise talking to people, he’s nice even to the ones who are supposed to be labeled his enemy as long as they are too. Though if someone says something completely idiotic he will get sarcastic or just plain blunt, it’s something he can’t control.

Biography:
Kevin grew up with no memories of his family, for most of his life they hardly crossed his mind. He was raised in a Children’s Home; there he was a quiet and calm one, stayed away from everyone and watched cartoons and anime most of the time. Certain nights he would black out and wake up on his bed with no memory of the night all while smelling a small hint of blood, probably just nose bleeds he always thought. He thought that until he turned thirteen, where he blacked out and woke up in front of the dead bodies of his foster siblings. 

His foster parents came into the room a bit after he woke up, knowing how it would look on him, he panicked and hopped out the window. He sprained his ankle but he kept on going, staying out of sight due to the blood all over him. He ran into a forest him and his siblings used to play and checked himself out in a creek, blood on face and in his hair. Looking at his hands, blood even under his fingernails, he didn’t know what happened. He began washing the blood off quickly until a few men showed up, they had smelled him and tracked him. It took a while, but Kevin was finally convinced to go with them to some old factory. There, he was told what he was, and why he was blacking out certain nights. Nights of full moons, the killing had to have come from his pent up frustrations, something he always held in. 

He decided to stay with The Pack, not like he had much choice either. There they taught him to use his powers, his first time turning he had become violent, but he quickly stopped. He remembered everything of that moment, his future times turning he had gotten the hang of it with help from the others in The Pack, not completely but enough to stop himself from blacking out. He still couldn’t stop his shifting from full moons, but he could control his Lycanthropy. Over the years of staying with The Pack, it was like at the home; he stayed distant and did his own thing. He could control his werewolf form, but due to his past he wasn’t very fond of violence, so he stayed away from fights as much as he could unless he was needed.

Other:
Worked as a mechanic when he felt comfortable enough to go back outside.[/hider]

(Don't know if I like this but here it is)