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Character Name: Tyler King

Date & Place of Birth: 23 June 1982, New Orleans, Louisiana

Character Type: Wereleopard

Character Occupation & Skills: E-Trading. No, seriously. Tyler's actual master degree is in accounting but it is not something he spreads around. He's a numbers whiz but that does not blend into his image, so he mentions his work very little to not at all. He is self-employed in the financial consultant realm which makes him very accessible to the pard at any given time of the day or night. He gives a great show of excesses but he is actually very frugal with his own money. Tyler prefers to spend other people's fortunes. It causes him physical pain to fall back on his own hoarded funds.

Originally, Tyler was middle class at best, so he has little slip ups that he covers up with his not insignificant charisma as he tries to move higher up the social echelon. The only hobby that does not really mesh with his preferred persona is the dabbling he does in prestidigitation and card tricks. Tyler has always had a habit of keeping his hands busy and he's perfected a string of mid-range magic tricks while on the phone with clients across the globe.

Abilities: Tyler has had a phenomenal control of his beast from almost the beginning. Whether it comes from metaphysical oomph or from the strong willed desire to not let any obstacle stand in his way, that's a little harder to say. As a were-leopard, Tyler can change forms basically at will and can hold the mid-way war form if needed although he's not a direct conflict sort of guy by and large. Rather than perfect the 'oh, look -– my hands are claws' sort of tricks (Because, how often is that really useful?), Tyler has focused on using that sexual charisma that comes from his beast as a tightly focused weapon. The control over shifting and such has been secondary to his ability to turn on and off his beast's force of presence and personality.

Tyler is a little stronger and faster than average but, as he dislikes physical pain, avoids fights as much as possible.

Appearance: Tyler is tall and lean. In slightly baggy clothes or a tailored suit, it's difficult to tell just how muscled he is as he can easily look more on the gangly side of things. He has a fast metabolism, however, and shirtless, he's all muscle and no fat. He's taller than average, a little above 6'3". With the brown-turns-blonde-in-sun curly hair, and laughing hazel eyes, he's disarmingly attractive and will happily use that to his advantage.

Around his house, he favours the t-shirt and jeans comfort level. If he's out and about schmoozing on the town, he does that dressy-casual sort of look that tends to pair things like designer jeans with sports coats. He would prefer to be under-dressed rather than over-dressed as it makes people tend to discount him as a threat. Either way, he almost always has a cell-phone ear piece attached to his head. Honestly, if Tyler could have that cybernetically installed, he probably would.

Tyler bulks up quite a bit for his leopard form. His build is longer than average but he adds pound upon pound of ropey muscle under the soft golden-white spotted coat. His leopard form is built like the top tier predator he is. Most impressive, is actually his war-form as he keeps the bulk of his cat form on top of even greater height. It's Tyler's last line of defence, once avoiding a fight has failed spectacularly.

Personality & History: Tyler was born to a lower-end middle-class family of New Orleans. As he quickly demonstrated his remarkable gift and facility with numbers, Tyler quickly became a scholarship student at prestigious private schools. Being the poor kid who brought up the average test scores is where Tyler developed his permanent and lasting desire to one day join the upper echelons of society.

Being in that scary-smart category of people, Tyler realized the first step in getting ahead was contacts and the second step was a fortune. So he spent his school years doing popular kids' homework in addition to his own as he knew someday these kids would be the future social sphere of New Orleans. As he didn't have the sort of money to attend their events, he quickly attached himself like some lamprey to one of the local big spenders. His quick wit and burgeoning charm kept him situated like some beloved lap dog which Tyler was happy with as a starting step.

He graduated high school by sixteen and was finished with his double major in accounting and business at twenty. In another two years he'd worked through the master's program and his consulting start up was chugging along and turning a pretty profit.

Tyler's astronomical rise was briefly derailed as a regular tetanus shot after a rusty-nail 'incident' during the renovations of his fixer-upper house (Tyler is still cheap), infected him with a leopard-strain of lycanthropy. Tyler, being the sort who landed on his feet before he was able to turn into a feline, decided it could have been much worse and sought out the local pard where he turned his not-insignificant charms into working his way up those ranks too. Now, he's Selene's right-hand man. He backed her original play for power in Tyler style, by inserting a cautious word here or there to a few key players that might not have fallen in to Selene's corner otherwise. And he made sure she knew it. Now he continues to do much the same work. He's a masterful politician in the sticky arena of lycanthrope politics and, while he isn't fond of the other breeds, keeps that very hidden. Within the pard, he acts the part of indulgent but fun patriarch unless some cat needs that cutting wit turned on them to keep them in line.

He, much like Selene, resents the Frenzy's control of their little pard, although he is very good at keeping that under wraps. For Tyler, it's far too much like a return to his school yard days and if he can find any way to buck their control that wouldn't result in catastrophe, he will. Tyler is canny and cunning and is an accomplished liar to say the least. He will happily greet the Frenzy with a disarming smile and then stab them in the back when they look away. He keeps his actual emotions close to the vest and relies on logic. Once his temper does go, Tyler will stop at nothing to bury an enemy, dance on their grave. Then come back for a jig from time to time just to keep the victory alive. You could say the man carries his grudges.