Full Name: Valentine Loup Garote

Nicknames: Alpha, Lord

Actual Age: 1457

Physical Age: 32

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Place Of Origin: Paris, France 550 BEC

Species: Werewolf

Appearance:

Valentine is a gruff but handsome man with square jaw and full beard and neatly trimmed mustache. When he speak,s his lips curl behind his teeth in a constant snarl. He is large, muscular and the furs that he wears over his shoulders makes him look even bigger. He can often be seen with some sort of fur and a cloak, despite the times but beneath it is a well-tailored suit, usually in black.

Abilities:
Change, Heightened Senses, Superior Strength and Resistance, Sharing his mind with wolves

Strengths:
Pack Mentality/Loyalty, Wolf Form, Willpower

Weaknesses:
Imprinting, Stubbornness, Silver/Dark Metal

Fears:
Losing His Pack, Find and Losing Love

Personality:
Valentine is not the nicest man, you'll ever met. He is volatile and ill-tempered. He'd much rather be left alone or with his pack. Anything more social than that and he's in a bad mood. More often than not, he can be found brooding, staring off into space with a crestfallen expression on his face.
He is stand-offish and rude, and he rarely seems to care about anyone or anything, he does, it just doesn't show and it's not for many people. Even the members of his pack are kept at a safe distance. He only has but one true friend.

He keeps his others emotions locked up tight, and likes it best when he appears angry all the time because it keeps others from wanting to get close. He is quick to not speak a word other than a grunt or a growl in response but is otherwise silent.

Deep down there is a loving person but he keeps it hidden behind a mask of bitter indifference.

History/Background:

A tale as old as time, There lived a beast, he was a prince from a powerful Lycan family; named Valentine Loup-Garote. a vicious creature, fueled by war and fighting. He stole a beauty, a prisoner of war, while his family waged war on her people. For months he kept her, both of them isolated in a dark decrypted castle deep in the forest of France and as time when on, and the more the beauty grew less and less afraid, knowing he was a beast and what he could do, but she began to love him and soon enough, the beast gave in, and he loved her the same.

However, there was no happily ever after. The isolation that the beast cherished, was taking its toll on the beauty, she was talking to anything she could, teapots and candelabras, clocks and tea cups. So the beast had to make a choice, keep her, selfishly, or let her go.To him the choice was clear. He would live on, but she would not. She deserved to be happy and life a full life, a life she would not have with him. So, he let her go along with the rest of the world.

Years had passed and wars were over. The Prince returned to his family, his pack and things were calm. The Prince was soon named Lord Alpha, head of the pack and as such was giving a mortal as a valet. He was a plucky young lad by the name of Ethan. He is everything that the Prince was not and this worked. He was respectful to the Prince while still not allowing him to retreat unto himself and soon because the Prince one and true friend, even if he doesn't show it There was peace in the Princes mind, but not so much his heart. He was still closed off, took no mate, fathered no children for he still held love for his beauty who had long since perished of old age. All he has left of her was the book her child wrote.

All of that changed the day the mortal learned the truth of their world.