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Drake Malakai Knightly Alpha Werewolf  Full Name: Drake Malakai Knightly Nicknames: N/A Age: 20 Birthday: December, 21 1995 Gender: Male Sexuality: Strait Face Claim: Jay Ryan Appearance: Drake is tall and well built he has a small scar down the right of his face where he was hurt at a young age by an Alpha. His eyes are crystal blue with hints of grey in the irises. Drakes hair is of medium length and dark as night. Drake has scars all over his body from fights he has gotten into since his childhood years. Personality: Drake is one of those that like to keep his problems to himself. he doesn't play well with others unless its a member of his pack. Drake tends to fight a lot with people that poke their noses where it does not belong. He might seem arrogant at times but he refrains from trying to go around saying he is the all powerful werewolf. He has a code of honor that he never breaks for anything or anyone. Mother: Sahara Knightly Father: Jacob Knightly Children: None Pets: None Others: None History: Drake was born into a family of werewolves that lived in a lonely town in Montana. He grew up knowing he was different from other kids, he could do things others couldn't. When he was thirteen he was told about his heritage and explained that he was in fact a werewolf. Drake couldn't believe that he was something strait out of the movies. Over the years he was trained to enhance his abilities and control the full moon transformations. He was also taught about the advantages of being in a pack and staying in one. Later in his teenage years his dad had come home one day hurt with a bullet that had grazed his heart. His dad being the Alpha of their families pack asked his wife to kill him so she could receive the Alpha spark and take over. She refused until Drake's dad asked him to do it at hearing this Drake's mom grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the heart killing him and giving her the Alpha spark. His mom later trained and taught Drake about the hunters. The Hunters where a group dedicated to kill werewolves and exterminate their race. After Three years of being their families Alpha Drake's mom was attacked by another pack in their home. The pack that attacked his house while Drake was attending school killed his whole family leaving a distinct carving of a symbol on the door. When Drake got home later that day he found the house in shambles and his family dead all over the house. When he started to go check upstairs a figure attacked him from the shadows. Drake's years of training kicked in and he ducked grabbed the figure by the throat and slammed his hand into its rib cage grabbing at its heart. When Drake see's who the figure is he screams the figure is his mom and her heart was in his hands, she was smiling as she fell limp on the floor blood pooling form her body in her hand a paper was clutched. Drake grabbed the paper and read it. As he read it he felt new found power course through his body his senses kicked into high gear and his energy peaked he knew at that moment he had received the spark now he was the last Knightly Alpha and he was alone. He knew he had to run and he knew where to the paper said to find his uncle that lived in a place named Beacon Hills. RP Sample: Drake was crouched close to the ground concentrating on his surroundings. He could hear for miles when he concentrated his senses kicking into high gear as he called on them. He was sitting in the woods just outside of Beacon Hills waiting, sensing to see if he came all this way for nothing or the piece of paper was right. Drake feels the sweat run down his face as the flash backs hit him. First are the smells, the iron the wood the rotting bodies as clear as if he were still there. Then its the images, his families bodies strayed all over the house laying motionless with there eyes open as if pleading for him to help them to pick them up but he just couldn't. Drake feels the tears that are running down his face and he clenches his jaw to the point where he feels his teeth might break. He had been so concentrated on himself until it was too late. He registered the new smell and sound too late he felt a pang on his back near his shoulder and staggered. Drake turned in time to receive another dart to the chest and another to the abdomen. Drakes vision blurred and he staggered forward all he could do was strain to hear three small words,"I'm sorry Drake." Then his world went black. |
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