[b]Name[/b]:Bronze Zahi Brighton

[b]Gender[/b]:Male

[b]Age[/b]:28

[b]Rank[/b]:Beta 

[b]Trade[/b]: Merchant/General Store Keeper

[b]Upright Appearance[/b]: 
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Making a appearance of six feet and 3 inches, Bronze is heavily muscled with a few tattoo's covering his body.[/hider]

[b]Canine Appearance[/b]: 
[hider=My Hider][img]http://science.kqed.org/quest/files/2012/02/gray_wolf.jpg[/img] He is a large wolf, weighting in at 58kg with a length of 1.9m from nose to tail[/hider]


[b]Personality[/b]: Bronze has a straight forward way of seeing the world. He always has a vibrant smile at hand to dissolve situations that arises, though it seemed to have dimmed somewhat due to events in his past. He takes his responsibility's seriously, keeping his word when given. He loves challenges, and follows after them with single minded purpose till said task is done. He is easy to talk to, enjoying company of others and never judging them till he has his own opinion of said person. He has a pessimistic thoughts at times, though he usually keeps it to himself.

[b]History[/b]: Bronze parents were named Jerry and Lisa Brighton. They belonged to a pack that was mostly centered in Northern Canada, roaming the very edges of Civilizations, avoiding hunters that seemed to be constantly on their trail. He never met his father, for he had been slain before he was born, through he proud of his papa, for his mama told him many tales about him and his bravery. He spent five years on the run with his pack. Through it was nightmarish, he would always treasure the time they spent together with his pack, though it didn't last, for in the sixth year his mama had been caught, never seeing her son again. After that, the pack grew smaller at a even faster rate. The last of the pack, two females and himself, aimed for the states to get away from the hunters. Somehow the hunters knew their destination, setting up a trap. The last of his pack, the two he was with, died on the border, getting him across on a train and setting him up with money and addresses that he could use to hide before kissing his cheek in goodbye as they placed him in a container smuggling him on the train bound for Denver. Years later found him still wandering around the states, passing through packs and cities, trying to find a place in this world where the hunted could find peace. He found the blue ridge pack After years of wondering. He still not sure if staying put in one place is good, but he was sick of always moving and decided with join the pack.

[b]Extra[/b]: He likes going by the nickname Zay. And he plan's on opening a bar in the future.