Lol Kay Tsubi, you don't have to be founder. I'll make a guy for it... Gimme like... two shakes of a fist.
Name: Mikhail Petya
Age: Appears 43ish, is actually 194 years old.
Gender: Male
Group: Main
Personality: Down to earth, calm / level headed, kind but also ruthless when he needs to be... but never cruel. Protective of his new family, very intelligent, fast, and strong but not amazingly powerful... He can hold his own and is a skilled fighter. He has a super long fuse, it's hard to really make him angry... he usually only makes it to cross or disapproving.
Appearance:Wolf:Background: Mikhail was born in Moscow Russia and he was born a werewolf. His father was a mutt and a cruel man who abused Mikhail often to teach him strength, one day Mikhail snapped. He was only 16 when he killed his father only three days after his first change, afterwards Mikhail was left to fend for himself. He survived anyway he could, thievery was a large part of his life. As it was harder to survive as a human than as a wolf, Mikhail spent the majority of his time as one.... hunting and traveling alone until he met members of the Pack. At age 19 they took him in and brought him back to the Americas but it proved difficult for Mikhail to answer to anyone else, he was too used to fending for himself and making his own decisions. Being told what to do rubbed him the wrong way, he was young and rebellious. At age 25 he left the pack, unable to cope with the Alpha of that time. He became a mutt and traveled alone once more until he was approached by other mutts who sought refuge... He began building a nomadic pack, one that functioned more as a family than as a strict hierarchy. Then, a few years ago, one of the members of his ragtag pack brought a young woman to him... She'd just been turned and even with as bloody and weak as she was Mikhail was shaken. He recognized himself in her... He wasn't sure how but he knew she was his daughter and the timing lined up. About twenty-one years ago he'd been sticking to a long line of one night stands to fill his needs, it was very much possible that Rhyle was a product of one of those unions. He kept the knowledge to himself, however. Part of him felt it was not his place to come into her life now and tell her that he was her father when she'd been on her own for so long... He would tell her one day.