Born into a pack with his family, Hintero was always a 'daddie's boy'. Where ever that cannibalistic Warlord Hentriven went, Hintero was close behind. At first, this wasn't willing. The little pup wanted to catch the bees, and rabbits. Furious his son, and last chance to pass of his way of life to, wasn't wanting to learn, Hentriven beat it out of him. Then, the training began. For one so young, the pup was eating meat before the other pups his age. He was running before the others, speaking (when he felt like it), and training.

    Training wasn't supposed to stat for him until he was an older teen, but Hentriven thought different. Only after a month or two of this, Hintero became a little Hentriven, easily. The two practiced, day in and day out. There were no breaks. Rain and shine this little guy was forced to fight though it, and make him Father proud! That was all he wanted...

    Feeling as though he'd never make Hentriven proud, Hintero started practicing alone, while Father slept. He just had to make that brute proud. He dreamed about it sometimes, his father smiling down at him, and the words "son, you did a great job," rumbling out of his jaws. It never happened, making him work harder and harder. When he became a young teen, Hintero fought like a young adult male. He kept up at his training still.

    One night, during his father's training... Hentriven broke him. Physically and mentally.

--- "Dammit boy! Keep you shoulders hunched, head even, and eyes forward! Ears directed everywhere!" Hentriven yelled at his son. It was the middle of the night, and it was pouring down rain. "I know, Father!" Hintero yelled back though the loud bangs of thunder and lightning. "You're just a weak fool! I saw the way you looked at that little female the day you helped on a hunt!" That he did. Hintero had a 'puppy love' with a female that probably didn't even know he existed. "Feelings are for no good mutts!" Hentriven screamed, right in his son's eyes. "NO! You love mother!?" He yelled back, and the crushing words spat in his face: "No, you worthless mutt. I only 'love' her because she gave me sons. I thought only one wouldn't follow my steps! Now I have two?! You worthless little--," and the fight started. Hintero didn't want to fight his dad, and kept trying to get away. He did, but at a price... A broken leg, rib bone, and severe bleeding. That night, something snapped in him.

    He became what his father wanted; a heartless, soulless, blood thirsty..monster... His father even taught him his own cannibalistic ways, and it rubbed off on Hintero. After healing himself, and spending night after night in the woods all alone... the young male adapted to his way of life. Killing the ones that got in his way, trapping all feelings inside, and using them to charge anger and violence in himself. These ways now guide him though life. He left any connections with his Father, mother, and brother for a while, and changed his name to get rid of the hurt. Though, now he and his brother reside in the same pack. Both never usually getting along. Though, there is a good side to this broken male... He gets protective, and deep down somewhere, he loves his brother. Even though Luco is his brother, he doesn't know of Vich's breakdown with father, nor why he changed his name. Vich never speaks of it.


...Bloodlines:

- Youngest son to the Warlord Hentriven & the insane Nuleza.
- Little brother to Luco
- Loyal to no pack.
- Ranked as a loner.
- His heart belongs to no female.
- He is crushing on no one.
- He's the father to no one.