He was an esteemed and up and coming member of the Los Angeles Fianna. Pure Bred. Royal. Perfectly at home in the fast cars and prep schools of Malibu. Packing in the posh surroundings of Bel Aire. But something in his blood told him he was so much more than that. Deep within, the White Howler, the Black Spiral Dancer, wanted out. He made Fostern without breaking sweat. Then after one night of post-battle passion with a fellow packmate; he was stripped of rank, his love died giving birth to the bastard son he helped spawn, and the famed Edornae was thrown out of the Caern. Fuck them. They found him. They recognized his potent blood - what he really was. That's when he danced the Spiral without looking back. Cha'la'vanth Sesh - the Serpent God - was born. From then on he did his best to destroy the Gaians, and all they stood for. Bastards took away his love - it wasn't right, and they must pay for their hypocritical laws. He knows the truth now, and has had many lovers since, enjoying them greatly. He moved quickly taking care of "problems" better than any Ahroun possibly could. There is one Ahroun in particular he proved himself superior. Conquering the Fostern Katherine exemplified his talents to the Elders, launching the Cliath through the Spiral's black ranks. Such abilities, and a lack of any outward mutations save the stench of the Wyrm soaking his soul, endeared him to the resources and agenda of Pentex. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he uses the available finances, weapons, cars, and every other attainable resource to their fullest extent. Making use of the company as much as they supposedly made use of him. Acting as a covert agent excelling in assasinaton and infiltration. He'll make them talk. Make them pay. Or.... whatever works.