Javi Chávarri

Background:

Javi grew up as a normal hood rat running the blocks between the Boulevard and Bustleton until his first Change came over him like a storm. Wracked by visions and his body betraying him, Javi came to wandering around North Cedar Hills Cemetery, shivering and nude with someone else's blood on his hands. Remarkably, he wasn't confused, rather he found a remarkable clarity among the frost wilted blades of grass and the stiff breeze drying the sweat and blood to his body. His confrontation with the spirits that night opened his eyes to a whole other world. Violence was nothing new to Javi, having to fight for respect growing up, but the spirits promised to elevate simple survival to an art form.

Javi, though younger than many of the other wolves in his area, quickly rose to dominance with terrifying simplicity of vision. Their blood isn't curse as the more superstitious wolves thought; they're blessed, kings of men. Drawing from the immense fountain of spirit energy coming off the Corner of the Four Faiths, Javi rose quickly to alpha of his gang and lord of his neighborhood. No one fucks with El Lupe.

Appearance:

Javi grew up wiry, almost skinny, but ever since his Change h's grown out in all directions. Even in the dead of winter, Javi goes without a shirt, showing off a full back tattoo of a snarling white wolf. The Van Kirk Pure wear white of silver as their gang color, and their kin and human followers wear the same.