Background: Born in New Jersey, Eric grew up in a rough family in a bad part of town. The second of three brothers, between the constant brawls and his own parents' harsh brand of discipline, he was no stranger to pain and conflict. He left as soon as he could and never looked back.
He served in army for almost 15 years though he never rose above sergeant. The years in the army for good to him. He found the discipline reassuring but more stable than that which he grew up with. Though the dangers he face were constant it was never more than he could handle. Eventually he found a woman he loved and raise two children with her.
He lost it all in the violence of his first change. He can't remember that night except for the large blood red moon and the screams of his wife. Afterwards there were questioning authorities, children who looked at him strangely and terrifying things he couldn't explain. He left his old life again heading onto the road. He still make a pilgrimage each year to visit his wife's grave. His children he stays away from.
On the road he learned what he was and was inducted into a pack in St. Louis. That pack was destroyed when a member named Snowflake tore into the local leader of the Pure. Even though they won, the open warfare between the Pure and Forsaken decimated the werewolf population of the region. Only he and Snowflake survived. By mutual agreement they broke up and he headed north. His name comes from when those battles when a member of the Pure cornered him in a mad spiritual reflection of a meatpacking plant turned daycare center. Though he came out the victor his body still carries the scars.
Now he is again in the trenches, fighting spirits and policing the Gauntlet in Chicago. He has gathered surviving members from the disparate packs to form the Red Death. Again and again things have come out of Shadow and slain werewolves. Once they were maintaining a balance, now they are struggling to survive. When Eric came to Chicago 5 years ago, there were a dozen packs of Forsaken in the city. Now he knows of only four. His only solace is that he's manage to keep his pack alive.
Recently he helped his fellow werewolves in Gary. Even though they had been destroyed by the time he arrived, he saved one member Maya and achieved a great victory by destroying the Painted City.
After the Rewrite: Eric never went to Chicago, instead settled in Norfolk.
Description: A tall old man in his late forties, the left side of Eric's face is covered in long scars. He usually covers it up some with his loose graying hair. Eric dresses in loose cheap clothing, mostly sweat shirts, jeans and worn out coats. He wears his trusty army boots and always carries a knife. His skin in pretty tan and he is missing a couple of his front teeth.
Auspice: Rahu Tribe: Storm Lords