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FULL NAME: Alvin Gonzalez
NICKNAMES: Al
GENDER: Male
DOB: April 15th, 1986
AGE: 23
BIRTHPLACE: Los Angeles, California
ETHNICITY: Hispanic
OCCUPATION: Bounty Hunter for Hire
MARITAL STATUS: Single
RELIGIOUS FAITH: Agnostic (Formerly Catholic)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

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PORTRAYAL: Freddy Rodriguez
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WEIGHT: 170
HAIR COLOR & STYLE: Black hair that is usually styled in a simple close to the skull style. Sometimes slightly spiked up.
EYE COLOR & SHAPE: Brown eyes
APPEARANCE: Alvin is a pretty plain man when it comes to dress and his appearance. Simple blue jeans are pretty much his common wear when on the job. When it comes to nights out he might be persuaded to wear things a bit dressier. Shirts range from T-Shirts on the job, to a bit fancier button ups for nights out or the like. A tattoo on his upper arm of a cross is the only marking he allowed on his skin, as a reminder of his past.

As a Wererat Alvin only has his hybrid form, unlike other Lycanthropes. In this form Alvin loses a few inches of his height, but his muscles tend to grow a bit. Hands and feet become clawed, along with fur across his body and a tail to top it off. The normally broad face narrows somewhat, as his ears elongate, and fangs grow in his mouth. The eyes narrow and become more rat like.

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RACE: Lycanthrope
FACTION: Rat
ABILITIES:
Regeneration: Like all other Lycanthropes, Alvin can recover from all wounds unless inflicted by silver weapons.

Senses: Alvin’s senses are very acute, even while human. While not as acute as a lot of other Weres, he is able to pick up a scent and follow it, while also picking up the heartbeat of a target. Tracking down marks is easier as he is also able to sense changes of moods by the change of smell to know if the person is lying or not.

Strength and Speed: While not as fast as a lot of other Weres out there, Alvin is significantly faster than normal humans. That goes for his strength as well. While not super, it is enough to make no human a real match for him.

AFFILIATION[S]/GROUP[S]: Petitioning to join Hidden Mirage
RANK: Nowhere yet


SKILLS:

Weapons: Alvin is well trained in the use of most common firearms. His favorite to use is a sawed off shotgun, or his double handguns. While not an expert marksman, he is skilled enough to hit his mark.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Never schooled in any form of combat, all of his fighting skills come from the streets. He may not be able to take down a professional fighter, but for the punks he chases it’s enough.

Driving: While chasing the dregs of society, one has to be able to drive with style. Alvin is more than skilled at controlling a vehicle during stressful or unusual circumstances, including driving one handed while leaning out the window, and up to steering with his knee if needed.

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LIKES:
• Guns: He’s a bounty hunter…weapons of his trade
• Alcohol/Beer : Best way to relax after the job, and best thing to have while scooping out bars for targets.
• Video Games: They’re fun…what else is there to say
• Dancing : Nothing like feeling your partner up close and personal as the music plays and the bodies sway
• Music (of any kind): Has no real preference of what type, just likes a good beat

DISLIKES:
• Cologne : Gives him a headache
• Stupid People : Nothing more infuriating than a dumbass
• Wal-Mart : One of those irriational dislikes that even he cant’ explain
• Posers/Fakes : If you wont’ be yourself, he has no time for you
• Small Spaces : he gets very uncomfortable.

Personality:Alvin is a pretty easy to get along with guy. If you don’t act stupid or get on his bad side, he’ll tolerate you. His senses allowing him to know when people are lying or misleading him, and his rat instincts in general, tend to cause him to be disbelieving of most people. The burns of his past taught him that people have to earn trust, not just be given it. This has lead to a pretty quiet nature, where he doesn’t seek others out for the most part.

Alvin always catches his man, and is a man of his word. Early on he learned that a man was only as good as his word. Thus his never breaking a promise if he has anything to do with it. He’ll go out of his way to stick to what he said, even if it puts him out in the end. Anger issues have been known to surface since the death of his father. Especially when it comes to those that shun morality and justice, or threaten to destroy the fragile sanctity of family.

The anger and trust issues factor in greatly during his transformation. Like many Weres he is much more vicious and battle prone while in his hybrid form. The instincts of the Wererat within cause him to aim towards his own kind, while at the same time his normal mind pushes him away from the other Wererats. When angry it is not a good idea for him to transform, as the anger intensifies greatly.

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FAMILY: Miguel Gonzalez; Father. Maria Gonzalez; Mother. Mia Gonzalez; Sister. Various grandparents and uncles, aunts, and cousins
BIOGRAPHY: The life of Alvin Gonzalez was pretty normal at it’s start. Born to recent immigrants from Mexico, he was the first of his family born in America. Living in a low-income area, meant Alvin had to spend most days finding ways to amuse himself. No fancy toys or video games for him for most times. With the arrival of his little sister Mia, things took an upward swing. For once he had someone that he could hang out with, once she was old enough of course. At the age of ten his father surprised the young man with an old Nintendo for his birthday. Miguel had scrounged up and saved for almost a year to do it for his son. That day Alvin’s love of video games was born.

Growing up in a different time and country, Miguel had no such compunctions about guns like most Americans. From a young age he instilled the skills to protect one’s family into his son. Day after day, the boy trained to fire his father’s old rifle. As he got older he learned to branch out, going to other members of his family to learn to use other weapons. The lessons were not for vain, as when Alvin was a teenager he was put to the test. Men that represented the owner of the farm his father worked in, came to pay a visit for owed money. Beating his father around, Alvin picked up a weapon and had to shoot one of the men to save his family. Before the other man could get away or be shot, he got a shot of his own off and killed Miguel, who was trying to protect Alvin. The second man got away, and the police seemed not to care about even finding him. It was a harsh blow for Alvin’s views of justice.

With his view of the justice system shattered, Alvin vowed to one-day find the man that killed his father, if the police wouldn’t do it. Moving through high school almost like a ghost, he barely graduated, as he didn’t really care anymore. From the moment of his father’s death he had known what he wanted to do, and school wouldn’t help him at all with the profession. Shunning college, he sought out the way to gain his Bounty Hunter license. Surprisingly easy, he had found the career he wanted. Working with the more experienced hunters, his skill with weapons expanded to include much deadlier weapons. Through the process he came to discover that the shotgun was his favorite weapon to use. Much more bang for the buck.

Part of the ritual the Hunters stuck to was getting the rookies inked up. Choosing a cross to symbolize the faith his mother and father had followed for so long, he felt at home for the first time in years. A felon escaping and skipping out on bail was his first solo job, and he snatched it up with gusto. The time to prove himself had finally arrived. Every moment of the job he stuck to the book, never once deviating. The target was in sight, holed up in an abandoned warehouse, and injured to boot. All it would take was one shot to fell the man. Sliding through the side door he approached the man from behind. That was the last mistake Alvin ever made.

In a flash the felon was upon him, shifting into a grotesque furred creature. Jaws snapped as Alvin used his trusted weapon to keep the creature back. With one slip, fangs slipped into sensitive flesh, changing Alvin’s life forever. Managing to get away from the creature, he fled into the night, hoping the wound would not be infected. Returning to his parent’s home, the first changed occurred in his childhood bedroom. Enraged he tried to control the instincts within, for fear of hurting his family. Before they could find out, he fled the home and the city all together. Realizing that his life had irrevocably changed, he kept to himself, knowing that others would never understand his change. In that moment his last ties to the faith of his childhood and family was sundered. If there was really a God, why would he have taken a boy’s father and then turn him into an abomination?

Wandering from place to place, he finally settled in Las Vegas. The city of sin was the perfect place to hide a secret, as it was a city of secrets. Picking up his career again, for five years he has patrolled Las Vegas, picking up the scum of the Earth. Relying on his new found abilities somewhat; he easily became one of the best Bounty Hunters around. Breaking ties with his agency, he is now a work for hire hunter. Trolling the streets of Vegas, he spends his time wondering what is coming for him next.

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A steady drip, water into a gutter, filled every available space of the dark alleyway. Nose wrinkled at the myriad of disgusting smells that pervaded the dank and dark space. The glitter and pomp of Vegas only lasted so long, eventually the dark areas greeted one’s eyes. There was always a seedy area to any city, one just had to search long and hard enough. The echo of light footsteps sounded as he moved ever deeper.

Murmur of heartbeats reached his ears. Occupants of the motel rooms sleeping. A couple hookers and their johns, no doubt in the throes of passion. A couple babies crying. The sounds of life in the desert city. Louder thumping mixed with anxiety. Frightened cries echo as they huddle against a dumpster. The weapon slides into his hands, familiar like an old friend or lover. Peering round the corner he sees the target easily. The eyes are full of fear as the man tries to run. Adrenaline pumps, as the legs carry Alvin across the gap, leaping and tackling his target.

An elbow shoots up and catches his jaw, and a groan of pain emerges. Pain explodes in his head and the anger surges. The transformation is close as the inner beast tries to claw it’s way out. Pushing the urge down he slams a fist into the man’s face. Blood splatters, a coppery smell being added to the air. The target slumps, and stops moving, signaling and end to the altercation. Justice had been served in it’s own way. Pushing back he feels the anger still raging within, eager to get out. The constant battle had been pushed back for another day. But it would return again, just like always.

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