<strong>Name</strong>Kyle Reeves<br/><strong>Deed Name:</strong>Nocturne<br/><strong>Tribe</strong>Storm Lords<br/><strong>Auspice</strong>Irraka<br/>Character Sheet (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/11744?message=true)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span><br/>Character Portrait (http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/Black%20Howling/ra.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Backstory</span><br/>Kyle was born the son a former navy seal, and a local Chicago waitress. They weren't an ideal couple, and his father wasn't a straight and narrow sort but it worked. Around the time he was six his life switched upside down, his mother had somehow died, and his father wouldn't tell him how. All his father said was that she was gone, and they needed to get away from the things that had hurt her. That was when they went on the run, his dad teaching him tricks and techniques to elude their pursuers. It wasn't till he was ten that he learned some of those pursuers were the police.<br/><br/>Still, Kyle's dad told him all sorts of crazy stories about what they were really running from. Monsters that wanted him dead, why then did and that they were why his mother was gone. He payed attention to them, helping his dad out with the theft that kept them moving. By thirteen he was actively his father's second hand in the thefts, and his wheel man for when his pops had to do the job and he needed to make sure they got away quick. He learned a lot of things on the road that had them jagging around Chicago, dodging the police. That is until the true things that wanted them caught up.<br/><br/>Kyle was only eighteen when it finally happened, him and his father on their way to secretly visit his mothers grave. The<em>things</em>as he called them then attacked, and him and his father were hard pressed to hold them back. His old man did the best, his military training and special blade cutting deep gashes in them but he fell and Kyle was close. Something overtook him then as a new-moon night crept up on them, and his first change resulted in the death of both the creatures he'd come later to know as the pure. Out of instinct he hid it all, running until a pack of storm lords caught him.<br/><br/>Kyle awoke where they stashed him. The werewolves then explained a bit of what had happened, telling him the hows and why's in the typical fashion. From there they gave him a small lesson in how to survive. Over that small time, he came to value their beliefs and stepped up initiation. It was brutal, with them knowing his past they set him on a hunt for the true one that had killed his mother and marked him; the very pure that had done it. He barely made it through, but Luna proved on his side and he outwitted him and managed to use the junk yard to his advantage, crushing him under scrap before he took the pure's own tribal buoy-knife to finish him off.<br/><br/>Despite everything, he hadn't meant for it to go that way; but he passed the initiation through strength, honor, and cunning. They deeded him Nocturne then for the way he used the night to his advantage, and thus he became. He now carries the Tribal Buoy knife as a prize, a trophy of his victory. He still has many of his fathers contacts in the underworld here in the city, and ply's his trade when he can along with the stocks and the like his father invested with stolen money. He still has their car too, which he now uses as his to scout for his pack when long trips are needed.