Gareth Van Tyle

[Gareth]

Name: Gareth Van Tyle
Nicknames: None
Race: Werewolf - pureborn
Occupation: Former Alpha
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Caucasian and a bit tanned
Age: 1,502
Clothing: Gareth has never had trouble adjusting to the changing times and his sense of style shows this. While the quality of his clothing may have had to diminish as of late, do to some hard times, Gareth doesn’t really seem to mind; he’s not one to be bothered with ‘fashion.’ His day-to-day attire consists of tough cargo jeans or slacks and some kind of t-shirt (usual black or dark red), along with hardy combat boots and fingerless gloves. Should the weather call for it, he also owns a knee-length duster of dark brown leather.
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 182lbs
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Jewellery:None - he doesn’t see the point.
Body Modifications: Most of Gareth’s torso is covered in wicked, jagged scars that resemble claw marks from a large, wolf-like creature. Three guesses, and the first two don’t count.


Wolf Form

Build: Almost freakishly muscular with a small midsection; definitely built for power.
Height: 9’9” bipedal; 5’6” quadruped
Weight: 403lbs
Hair: Chestnut (reddish-brown)
Eyes: Yellow-gold
Defining Marks: An extremely feral sort of mane around his head, as well as exceedingly long ‘fingers’ and claws.

Pack
Pack: None...yet.
Position: Would-be Alpha
Territory: None, as of yet, but Gareth and his mate, Alswytha, have found themselves a temporary dwelling in L.A.

Hair
Length: Fairly short; maybe about three inches at most.
Style: Cropped close to his head and normally neatly combed.
Color: Dark brown.

Facial Hair
Length: Quarter-inch, if that.
Style: At the very most, a day’s stubble.

Eyes[/b]
Color: Brown shot through with gold.
Oddities: The fact that they are shot through with gold, actually. His wolf’s eyes are a solid, pupiless gold and when Gareth lost his pack, his eyes never really reverted to their human coloring. However, when he is feeling any sort of extreme emotion or just in the mood to intimidate, his eyes will ‘flood’ gold.

Personality: Gareth is a madman. Madwolf, technically, but you get the idea. He shows no remorse for his actions, no matter how sadistic or cruel and doesn’t particularly care for showing anyone any niceties. He enjoys violence, particularly if he is causing it. Perhaps, in having lived for so long, he has become numb to the world around him; Gareth just doesn’t care anymore.

Granted, there was a time when Gareth was a kind and loving individual, when he still had his pack. He was fiercely protective and loyal, until his mental stability began to slide. The loss of his pack seems to be what caused him to go so cold. However, there is something in him that has remained and that is his devotion to his mate. Despite his madness and his sadistic nature, he loves Alswytha and would gladly lay down his life for her, or slaughter any who dare harm her.

Weaknesses: Silver, given his nature. Any weapon made or plated with the stuff can mortally wound or kill him. Gareth is also prone to fits of violent, unpredictable rage that can be set off by the slightest thing especially if he is in wolf form.
Abilities: Besides the typical werewolf abilities, Gareth is a formidable fighter, capable with both guns and blades. He prefers the latter, but carries both on his person, depending on the situation. This ancient male also has complete control over his wolf form (or atleast, he would, if he really wanted it) and can Change quickly to wolf and back, or merely change one particular body part, if need be.
Weapons: A set of Sig Sauer handguns, along with a pump-action shotgun. Gareth’s most prized weapons are his heavy broadsword, and a pair of khukuri.

Prized Possessions: The aforementioned blades and - as cliché as it sounds - his mate.
Home(s): An old apartment complex outside of L.A.
History: Gareth was born into a pack based in eastern England, the same pack that he soon came to lead. When the first Alpha was killed in combat, Gareth easily fought his way into the position of leadership and none protested; they knew Gareth was a capable leader. Along with his mate, Alswytha, they kept the pack together, teaching the young wolves and making sure that each member was cared for.

Then things started going south. One of their younger members, son of the pack’s most capable fighters, went missing just as his parents rose to Beta rank. The young wolf returned miraculously with no memory of his abduction and no evidence, save for a wicked scar across his torso. Naturally, Gareth became concerned for the well-being of his pack and thought it best to relocate. But the young wolf’s disappearance had shaken him; how could he have lost track of one of his own? The Alpha male became almost desperate to protect his pack at all costs; any threat was terminated, no matter how small it seemed. The packs strongest fighters – including the Betas – were sent out to contend with any problem that Gareth saw as a threat to the safety of his pack.

One night, that group didn’t come back.

Gareth’s desperation reached a peak. Not only was the stability of his pack on the line, but so was his position as leader. The Alpha male became almost reckless in his attempt to keep the pack under control until someone stood up to his unruliness: the new Beta. Cole Stanton.

The fight was brutal and seemed endless -- both males could hardly lift a hand as it drew to a close. But Gareth, exhausted, let himself slip and a ruthless blow from the Beta had him down for the count. Gareth had been defeated and the humiliated former Alpha left quickly. Alswytha followed soon after and tried to console him, but Gareth was past that. His already fragile mind had slipped, leaving him a cold, ruthless shell of his former self.

Gareth and his mate have wandered aimlessly since then, never able to settled down, until now. They have found themselves in Los Angeles once more and Gareth is restless. He’s rather curious to see how his pack is fairing...