Buteo's Story — Angela March

Only now have I begun to understand my inner demons. I'm a jerk to all that know me, dark, brooding, with a silent rage burning inside. Loyal, fierce and prideful to those closest to me. They call me their protector. I found love by happenstance, then, one day that love vanished. No ‘Dear John letter', she just vanished without a trace. Was it because of my hot-headedness and my need for structure and order in my life? That incident caused me to reevaluate my ways. When a fiery redhead walks into my life by the name of Paige Defoor, she solidified my need to be a better man. When my life has a sudden twist, she let me go, giving up our happiness and possibly our future in order for me to correct the mistakes of my past.
We've been called savages and heathens our entire existence shoved to the side and openly judged within this great country of ours. I was born into two cultures, one heavily steeped in heritage from my elders and beliefs passed down through the generations, and one modern and new. I am Buteo Redmane Tesla, a proud half-blooded Native American, and this is my story.