[Ikki]

Name: Rowen 'Red' Holloway

Age: 26 (Though due to his immaturity he gets mistaken for younger, most pack members still treat him like a teen)
Primary Gender: [Alpha |
Secondary Gender: [Male |
Wolf Breed [If Born Wolf]: Medium sized Red wolf with more husky markings do to cross breeding with his family. His fur is on the fluffy side but still retains more coarseness than softness. 
Character Description
Rowen was always that boy growing up that parents would look at and go "oh he's gonna break some hearts when he gets older!" Needless to say... they were right but his 'heartbreaker' looks ended up turning him into a bit of a whole when he figured out how to get what he wanted. Standing at round 6 feet give or take and inch he wasn't the smallest in the pack nor the biggest. He swung both ways whether that be top, bottom if he felt like it, male, or female. Keeping his hair short on the sides and long on top he consistently dies it a blood red color, though his eyebrows always grew out a darker brown, to hide his natural ginger roots. He always prided himself on his eyes, a blue so light they were almost white, though in a hook up gone wrong he was left with a scar running from the top of his temple to the middle of his cheek leaving his left eye foggy and partially blind. Most of the time his clothing aesthetic is a mix between 'modern geaser' or 'common hipster'. His body type is lightly toned but not overly muscled. His personality had always been that of a slight asshole, with his temper never really in check he always provoked small fights here and there and maybe if he ever stayed with one person long enough they would see he could be a secretly sweet person, who's a bit over caring when they get the chance. His ears are gauged with plugs a bit smaller then a quarter, more smaller piercings mark his ears all the way up. He's the towns commonly know where and surprisingly for an Alpha that title never really got to him. He's lived in town his entire life inheriting the good sized cabin on the lake side cliffs and fortune his parents left to him when they passed. More frequently his seen in town at the various lodged or motels leaving or coming in with his new one night stands.
Speaking of motels...


Rowen landed harshly on the ground, his body thrown from the doors of a motel 6. Hissing in pain as the asphalt bit into his arms and palms he took of running as feet pounded after him,
"Stay away from my daughter you hooligan! If I even see your face in here again I'll make sure no one'll recognize you bastard!" The harsh words only got a hearty laugh from Red as he ran harder down the street, he looked back to see the older man had stopped but had to dodge a glass bottle being thrown at his head moments later,
"Least she enjoyed it!" Ducking as another bottle shattered on the wall next to him.
A slew of cursed words echoed after him but his smile never slipped until he knew he was far enough away to rest, he whipped around one last corner before crashing on a street bench to catch his breath. The dad had hit him pretty good before  he left, he knew one of his eyes would be bruised by the end of today not to mentioned the stream of blood still leaking from his noise.
"Hope that ass didn't break it." He sighed gingerly touching it only to wince in pain. 
Leaning back further he dug around the pockets of his grey jeans jacket til he found what he was looking for,
"Hello bad habit." He lit the cigarette  taking a long drag before blowing up into the sky, he kept his head leaned back to watch the clouds move slowly the the sky...and also to hopefully stop that damned bleeding.