leader f the evil pack.. back story: he was born on top of a mountain by the grand canyon in the 1970s... his parents had to hide there because his family was being tracked down by the usa government fr terrorist acts.. "tch.. terrorist acts? all i did was get rid of that thug gang who calls them selves the "LAPD"" -evil
they were all on the run but his mom was so pregnant that she busted out 15 pups right into the grand canyon on accident. evil was the only one who survived the fall..he fell right into the river and rolled down stream until he got up. he was found and raised by humans who showed him the way of living in harmony with nature and not liking cops. "din't call fall that far from the old tree... heh.. miss you mom and pops tch..." -evil
"how do i know about my parents if i was raised by humans you might ask.. well that's a whole other story for a different time... and i got all the time in the world buddy" -evil
when evil was 1 year old, he learned to talk in english by picking it up from the humans in the commune he was riased in. "no big d... heh" his brain expanded at a higher rate due to the constant mild cannabis fumes surroundingthe commune.. well any way once him and his human friends got through the "human surprised by talking anuimal" annoying ass trope he explained to them that he knew where his parents could be.... "LAPD jail... them bastards. i saw on tv... the headine said: "TERRORIST WOLVES FINALLY CAUGHT".... it had to be my parents..if they weren't, i'd make them my parents or part of my pack anyway" one of the visiting biker hippies listened to my story and brought me with him back to cali . it was him who gave me my trademark sunglasses. i told you its a long story
when i got to LA... it was too late. they were already being executed american style out in the street. i ran as fast as i could, and i heard mom and dad yell out : "thats our pup!! you made it outa the canyon! we love you son..your real name... ! is Evil!!!!" and right at that, i was still running.. only a few feet away.. i leap at the cop who got both his guns out pointed straight at their heads.. i'm only a few inches away going for his neck and i hear the guns go off.. when i spit his throat outa my mouth i don't even look. i just start running. didnt hear anything or anyone behind me..
