http://data.whicdn.com/images/14133412/ZR1_large.jpg http://lilyivanov.com/image.axd?picture=2012/5/Robinpaw.jpg Name: Teller Miguel Age:17 Race:Werewolf It had been several weeks since his father had died. Jet had been alpha of the Northern Florida werewolf pack when he had been challenged and finally fell in battle. Most challenges were to the death but when his father fell the challenger, named Drake, turned on him. Of course Teller was in line to take over but he would of had to fight as well and knew he was no match for the much stronger and older wolf. Turning tail he fled, not quite sure where he was going for the first couple of weeks. He just knew west was the safest direction. He was a young wolf and not used to the cold so there was no going north, especially with winter right around the corner. As hard as it was for Teller to leave his dead father he knew it was a death sentence if he stayed and the older male had never been much of a dad to him, just an alpha. He hadn't been educated much besides his private studying since his dad wanted him to grow up strong, not overly smart. After a long while of aimless wandering Tell found himself in California. His father had said a long time ago that his mother had left them when he was born and ran away to California, he guessed he hoped to find her though the chance of that wa Teller could tell there were a few packs in the air as he sauntered into the dark city but as long as he didn't try to mark anything as his he figured it would be fine to settle here for now. One positive thing to being his father's son was the fact that they had money. Well, at least until Drake withdrew it all. Running into an alley next to a Bank of America he shifted into his human form looking much like a kid from the streets since he hadn't really planned on his father's death and what not. Then he ran around the corner and quickly withdrew his fathers eighty thousand dollars, shoving the bills into his baggy pant's pockets. Once that was done he tore up the debit card and tossed it away, then headed for one of the cheaper apartments in the area. About an hour later and he was flopping back onto the floor of his new place. It wasn't much but for the price it was what he needed. There was a tiny kitchen, small bedroom, and a decent sized living room. There was also a bathroom next to the bedroom with just enough room for the shower and a toilet. Teller was intent on just crashing but he knew he needed clothes for tomorrow, his first day of school. Real school. Sitting up abruptly he had a huge grin on his face. "I finally get to go to school!" Jumping to his feet Tell bolted out of his apartment and went to the mall, not really caring that his clothes were rather dirty and had holes in the pants. Hell, some of the people walking around had a ton of holes in their jeans...odd. Glancing around he quickly noticed the high priced stores, frowning as he walked by. Those weren't were he could afford to shop if he wanted his money to last. So instead he went over to Ross, the place that had really nice stuff for half the normal prices. It was kind of nice to relax and not have his father breathing over his shoulder. He would of never let him go clothes shopping, deeming them unnecessary and a waste of money. Hmph! After picking out several pairs of jeans and a few shirts, along with two sweatshirts he ambled over to the register and dropped all the stuff. Heh, he didn't know how to even use a shopping cart, just carried it all. Once Tell paid for everything he headed home.. After a nice hot shower the kid shifted into his wolf form and curled up in the corner, passing out moments later.