Azimeth

Azimeth was the second of five, the oldest still living member of his litter.  He is a child of the Alphas, a garou from the Old World.  His family was all killed in the Purge, or so he thought.  He himself was to be shipped to Egypt for labor, but in the middle of the voyage, a large storm hit and knocked the ship off course, also knocking his bonds free... the sailors didn't last half an hour after.  

He spent the rest of the voyage feeding on their carcasses, up until the point that the currents landed him near Mexico.  When the natives found the ship, he had long since gone, but the cleaned, bleached bones of the sailors were still on the deck.  Once that ship had landed, reports of people going missing in the middle of the night and returning all eaten save for their heads ravaged the tows.  The plague killed children and aged alike, though the aged truly wasn't its preference (dying flesh... yech x.x ).  Eventually, the legendary plague left the lands, as Azimeth heard of a place where many Old creatures hand found a place to stay, a Tavern.  He had been living as a human by day with the others, but it had never truly suited him... and so he set off to find this place, as he hoped that maybe one of his litter had perhaps escaped death and were now there waiting...