<div align="center">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/28EduardoVerasteguipicture.jpg) (http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerasteguie8.jpg) (http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerastegui.jpg)<br/></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Rake<br/><strong>Nicknames:</strong> "You Two-Timing Sunuvabitch!"<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Werewolf - Natural<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong> 6'5”<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> Physically he is is tall and powerful, with broad shoulders and a streamlined physique of perfectly distributed muscles that speak as much of his agility as they do his power.<br/><br/>Rake often prefers to keep a nice ruggedly manly stubble on his jaw. Occasionally when the mood takes him he'll shave it smooth or even let a thicker beard grow in. He rarely maintains either look longer than a week or two before reverting to his perpetual and preferred Five O'Clock shadow. <br/><br/><strong>Powers(Species):</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Powers((Optional):</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Skills:</strong> N/A<br/><br/><strong>Background Story:</strong> Rake was born in a Kennel. His mother was brought in heavily wounded and already in labor. She was unceremoniously dumped in the Kennel's commons areas and died birthing him. He didn't even get a name until he first fell in with other young orphaned wolves at the age of four. They called him Rake. And that was that. <br/><br/>Eventually a much older she-wolf named Nokomis took an interest in Rake and taught him as best she could. But Rake was little more than the werewolf equivalant of a violent young thug, until he met the most beautiful young bitch in the entire kennel: Bay. They became a mated pair a few years later. Rake had always posessed an unusually strong battery for spiritual power...Nokomis beleived it was because he'd taken some of his mother's power when she died birthing him. But Bay was stronger still. <br/><br/>She dreamt of the world outside the Kennels, and often spoke of it in the way that only someone who'd never been there could...with wonder and awe and almost a sort of reverence. One day she convinced Rake and the others to do it. Escape, and see the world. They watched and planned and made their move one fateful night. Rake was the only one to come out the other side of the gauntlant they ran in one peice. <br/><br/>Bay held on to life just long enough to see the world she fought so hard to reach before succumbing to her wounds. Rake wandered for a time. Bitter, angry, despondant...and every time he came across more of his kind living beyond the kennels he was saddened further to see the dire circumstances and perpetual fear they lived in. He tried to hide from his own fears and sense of powerlessness in the arms of many willing lovers but it became increasingly difficult to ignore. Especially with Bay's memory haunting him. He knew what she would do. And eventually he decided he could do no less. <br/><br/>It began subtly enough. A new packmate here...a dead poacher there. With every such action the gaping hole left in the space once occupied by Bay and his first packmates scabbed over just a bit more. And somehow, without ever really intending to he gradually found himself becoming a key figure in the underground movement to help ferry Werewolf refugees into the frozen wilderness of canada where their kind could thrive and few others could follow. <br/><br/>Rake doesn't know it but he is the son of Mateo Vargas and his mate Lucinda...the Wolf King and Queen who governed over most of the American southern-most states and some of northern Mexico. When the war reached his family's doorstep Mateo sent Luci away. But she went into labor and could not protect herself. Her guards defended her to their last breath but died one by one. She was heavily wounded herself in the battle and captured. She survived just long enough to give birth before dying. This is why Nokomis took an interest in Rake. She knew who he was but was loathe to reveal it until she knew for sure if he was worthy of his parents legacy. She ultimately decided he was not, but she has remained a mentor for him. <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Rake carries the weight of the world on his shoulders...it's just hard to see past the tits and ass he likes to wrap around that weight. On some level he feels Bay is still with him. And she always will be, as long as he doesn't take a "proper mate". A new wolfen mate would make Bay's death "final" in a way he is not yet prepared to accept. <br/><br/>At least that's how he rationalizes his behavior in the depths of his subconcious. It's the same reason he deliberately tanks any relationship with a woman that looks like it's threatening to become real enough to drive away the phantom of Bay he's clinging to.  <br/><br/>Rake does genuinely care about his fellow Werewolves in general, and his own pack especially. He does his best to protect them all, and takes every failure on a deeply personal level...a level he prefers others think doesn't exist. <br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight. Rake is a womanizer in the truest sense. He has bedded older women and younger women. Big women and petite women. He has shared a bed with Vampires and other werecreatures. Humans and not-so-humans. He generally seems hesitant to have sex with other werewolves however, largely due to his remaining emotional hangups about Bay. <br/><strong>Theme Song:</strong> Unforgiven 2 - Metallica<br/></span></span><br/>