GONZALEZ, ÈRICK

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Èrick Gonzalez

[attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]Èrick Gonzalez was the first born son in the third generation of Gonzalezs. Èrick was a child that was very outgoing, and was always getting into trouble. When the boy was six years old, his parents had another child, another boy who they named Raphaèl. Since his birth, Raphaèl and Èrick had always been close.

During Èrick's teen years, he began exploring career options, for he was one that always planned ahead. Èrick was always fascinated by cops, firemen, people that worked in those kind of forces, and he had decided to work for the US Military once he became of age.

Throughout high school, Èrick had asked the teachers not only for future homework, but also for extra curricular classes. He then graduated on his 17th birthday.

Seeing as Èrick was still too young to join the military as of yet, he took an internship at the town's local hospital, and soon began training to become a doctor. By the age of 21, Èrick had successfully entered into the military, but was now working as a medic.

Then tragedy struck....

A soldier had fallen on the field and Èrick raced out to go and get his fellow comrade. The team managed to bring him back to their base camp, and Èrick began working on the man, as quickly as he could. It took weeks for the man to heal, but when he did, Èrick was called personally to meet the man's father, who coincidentally, was the squadron sergeant.

As Èrick shook the hand of sergeant Phillips, a bomb went off out of no where, causing everyone to fall to the ground before running for cover. Èrick had an arm wrapped around sergeant Phillips as he tried to get to safety. The pair were now trapped behind a pile of rocks. Sergeant Phillips had opened his mouth to speak to Èrick, when a loud shout was then heard. Looking down, Èrick saw that, what appeared to be, a metal rod was sticking through the sergeant's chest.

Èrick watched, knowing that there was nothing he could do for the man as the rod had pierced his heart. Everything had went quiet for a moment. Now, splattered with the sergeant's blood, Èrick could hear people coming near him, thinking quickly, Èrick placed the sergeant's body over his, to make it seem he had died as well. But Èrick breathed in at the wrong time, and gave his position away.

For weeks Èrick was battered, and tortured by the enemy in order for him to give up his team secrets, but he withheld. The others weren't happy with his response.
One night while Èrick was being held, there was yelling outside. Èrick awoke with a startled gasp, his mind running a thousand miles a minute.

Being strapped to a chair was not aiding him in that moment, a low growl coming from the other side of the door caught Èrick's attention. He began to struggle against the ropes before the door was busted open.

What looked to be a very large dog had entered into the room where Èrick was being kept. The dog proceeded to circle Èrick, growling as he did so.

The dog then lunged at Èrick, causing his chair to fall backwards, however, he is still tied, so he is now trapped between the metal chair and the large dog.

Èrick tried his best to keep his heart rate calm, knowing that dogs could smell fear, but it was of no use. The dog had snapped at him, managing to bite his shoulder before someone came in and scared the dog off.


After that, Èrick left the war...

One night when Èrick was driving home, he started to feel a slight unsettling feeling come across his body. He assumed he just needed some air, so he rolled down the window. However, the pain intensified, causing Èrick to pull over on the highway. That was the night he realized that dog, was no dog at all.

That was over ten years ago. Now Èrick is in New York City, with a pack of his own. Word is, there's a new Alpha in town. Will Èrick be able to defend his title?