I was once named Sullivan
Say it: Sul-i-van

I am: A male, of damn course.
My age: 5 year, prime time.
my rank: Leader of all Sevan.

Me?: My pelt is the lightest of colours, almost white. It has a think double coating, protecting me from all weathers. My frame is towering, legs lean. Although fairly lithe my body is packed with muscle, trained to perfection i am as strong as it gets. I carry a number of scars, mementoes perhaps. Two down my face, one under my jaw and most importantly, three across my hind leg. Those three were earned in my first fight, they are my symbol and all those who belong to me, bear it too.

My past: Sullivan was born to the alpha of the northern pack and for some time, lived well along with his family. At the age of one he grew bored of waiting his turn and killed his father, however, the pack was distraught and ganged up on him, pushing him out.

For the next two years i lived as a loner, i trained myself up and fought anyone who crossed my path. I won the majority of fights he asked for but of course I lost a few, that happens right? Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I lived by this motto for many a year and eventually I joined up with a gang of male wolves. The gang was as dark as it gets, they terrorised packs and took their females for slaves. I soon learnt that females were nothing but the dirt on the bottom of your paw, there to simply bare my children and serve. I worked his way up the ranks in the gang, eventually becoming the leader. The gang trailed on my every word and if any wolf ever disobeyed me they were tortured and killed. I worked on the basis of fear, and it worked well.

I took the gang back to Sevan and slaughtered all who were against me; taking my revenge on the pack that kicked me out. I claimed the lands as my own, telling all that unless they followed me they would be killed. I rule with an iron tooth, everyone fears me and this only drives me on. I enforce the rule that females were nothing but dirt and i expect them all to serve both me and any other male that asked. The punishment for refusing this was normally death. It didn’t take long for them to listen to me.

Each litter of pups to be born is to be looked at, any females were taken away and beaten, told that they were nothing important. I teach these pups their place, and they never disobey.

Slaves: I have personal slave named Lua, who basically does everything for me. She was raised by me.