


Wolf Picture:



Name:
Neil Gealach-Fola
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Pack:
The Bloody Moon Pack or "An Fola Gealach pacáiste" in Irish
How long you've been in the pack:
Since 12 years old
Ranking:
Alpha
Weapon(human form):
A walking stick.

Personality:
Neil is cold and crul. He acts as if he doesn't give a shit about anyone, but in fact that's terribly wrong. He cares about his pack. He cares about the pups. He cares about the other packs too. He does want peace, but if he can't have peace then war must come. He doesn't show any emotion but angry and pride, but inside his emotions are all over the place.
Basic History:
Neil always knew he was different. He just didn't understand yet. He asked his parents and found out he was adopted. Heartbroken, Neil ran away. He had no idea where he was heading, but he was heading towards the way the moon was. He was heading north. Eventually, the moon was high in the sky and he had no clue what to do. Out of anger and frustration, Neil had went on a rampage, running around screaming and cursing at the air as he trow sticks and rocks infused by snow into the air. Punching and kicking trees like he was trying to knock it down. Then nothing. Black. He had turned for the first time into his wolf and he blacked out. When he woke, he was laying on the ground, looking up into the sky while the snow gently fell. To his right looking over him was an old woman with white hair and brown-copper eyes looking over him. To his left was an old man with long aged white hair and pale blue-purple eyes like Neil's. After he was fully awake, he was accepted into the pack where he became the young man and alpha wolf he is now by being the best at everything he can and they taught him English to go along with his Irish language.