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Name :

Rehvenge

Species :

Black Werejaguar

Gender :

Male

Age :

Old enough I assure you

Physical Description :

The first thing you’ll notice about this wavy black haired, yellow eyed Jaguar is his massive form. He weighs a colossal two hundred sixty pounds, which is all muscles. He stands at a soaring 6’11”. He has many scars tattering their ways up and down his body, but he has yet to get one on his pleasant facial features. He has extremely faint spots on his flesh. His voice is much like his nephew’s, but his isn’t detached from his emotions.

Personality :

He’s quite out going and often looks to the silver lining even in the worst situations. He has a great cocky sense of humor, and never hesitates to use it. But he’s also a fierce warrior and don’t be foolish enough to forget it. He’ll strike without warning and never thinks twice. Once you get on his bad side you’re stuck there for life. He never forgives those who trespass against him or his.

History :

In the heat of the battle he lost track of his brother by marriage, Khoas, and his nephew, Ahgoni. His diamond daggers slashed into another one of vile masked creatures. His yellow eyes scanned the nearest of his kind and he knew something was deadly wrong. His eyes slipped to the blood covered earth, praying to the gods that they weren’t laying in the blood soaked earth that made up the battlefield. He spotted a filthy creature about to stab into his brother’s chest. He pounced on the thing and tackled it slamming his dagger into the things chest in return. He went back to his brother’s dying body, “Where are royal guards?” he demanded, but his own eyes quickly answered that question for him. They were laying only yards away from Khaos’s body. Rehvenge’s eyes left the guards, as another creature came at him with spears in hand. He protected his brother’s body, hoping the gods would grant him life once more. Once he killed four more, he managed to throw his brother over his shoulders and run with him back to the safety of the pride. He was only a few hundred yards form the pike that would lead to the valley where their castle was nestled, when he smelt smoke. He rushed to the pick to see the smoke and flames. He could hear the screams of their females and cubs. He set his brother’s dead body on the ground and ran like no jaguar had before. He leapt through the flames of the gate and saved as many as he could while looking for his sister Belle, Ahgoni's mother. He left to the new world with only twenty males, thirty-two females, and only four cubs. He wanted to go back for more, but knew he would have to wait until the males and females he brought back where settled. One day he caught the sense of his nephew Ahgoni and tracked it down to a school. He brought what was left of the pride to the closest town. When he received an invitation to teach at the school he tracked his nephew too.

Classes :

Teacher of Band and Choir