Stoic and serious cowboy guy who tends to be a gruff jerk. He's majorly repressed.
Originally from The Moonwood, Sparky grew up a child of The People of the Black Blood. He was born as a Swiftstride Shifter, and was orphaned at an early age. Survival wasn't easy, but he managed to learn how to survive by depending on his shifted form and the skills he gained from it.
At around age 7 he was taken by a member of the Eldreth Veluuthra, a group of elves dedicated to eradicating humans and the shifters of Moonwood. It was here that his ears were cut to not resemble elf ears, and the seed of repressing his shifted form started. However eventually through some stroke of luck, he managed to escape.
He was found by some trail riders, and after traveling with them to the nearest town, endeared himself to them. They decided to keep him, and raised him into the adult he is now. Unfortunately for Sparky however, the People of the Black Blood don't have a great track record in the area, and his very Moonwood-typical-Malar-worshipping shifted form wasn't very popular. He continued to use it less and less, until he reached the point where it just wasn't accessible anymore.
It's a great point of frustration for Sparky, but he won't work on it.