MAXIMILIAN :: VCP ALPHA

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Full Name | Maximilian
Nicknames | Max
Age | 3 1/2 years old
Pack | Valiant Creek Pack
Rank | alpha
Gender | male
Sexuality | heterosexual [demi]
Mate | none
Offspring | none

Pelt/Eye Color | brown/brown eyes
Height | 31 inches
Weight | 95 pounds
Overall | Max bears a light brown pelt that is littered with little nicks. He stands tall and is relatively muscular. His eyes are a light brown, a little lighter than his fur. The fur seems to get lighter around his chest and muzzle, appearing a bit white. His left ear is nicked, and a scar runs along the bridge of his muzzle. Another scar runs across his right eye. His accent is American with an unusual drawl.

Likes

• hunting
• swimming
  
• the night
  
• birds
  

Dislikes

• bright sunlight
• death
  
• humans
  
• coyotes
  

Strengths

• physical strength
• intelligence
  

Weakness

• endurance
• speed
  

Dreams

• finding his family

Fears

• betrayal

Overall | Though Max fights "the good fight" in the eyes of the Valiant Creek Pack, he doesn't exactly seem to be a pleasant person. He is annoyed easily and won't hesitate to snap at anyone, regardless of who they are. He is sarcastic and sometimes quite rude. If you get on his good side, he'll seem to drastically open up and will be very protective. He doesn't seem to desire close relationships, romantic or not, due to his paranoia that he will be betrayed. Max seems to believe that someone will try to usurp him and therefore tries not to develop tight-knit relationships. Despite his cold surface, he appears to be intelligent and cunning, as well as caring, only fighting for the good of his pack.

Father | Axton
Mother | Kangee
Siblings | Kage (male - unknown), Luna (female - unknown)
Other family | none
Overall | Max was born to a small pack near Amethyst Mountain, where he resided for a year and a half. His childhood was pure and lacked much tragedy, though a shortage in food was not uncommon. Disease eventually struck around late adolescence, along with the disappearance of a few pack members, including his mother and father. The pack dispersed, and his siblings weren't to be seen again. Alone and paranoid, he developed a cold exterior to protect himself from predators and other wolves. A nomad for another six months, he ventured into Slough Creek, where he established the Creek Pack.
The Creek Pack was able to keep its territory for another year or so until it collapsed. Many of the members dispersed to create their own family packs, and Max was alone once again. When the Ketsumei began to conquer land, separating their "empire" of sorts into sectors, he founded another pack - the Valiant Creek Pack. To this day he still rules, but troubled at the thought of another downfall.