Magnitude : Male : Eastern Pack Member

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Name {Gender} Age {Type}

Magnitude{Male}2 1/2 Years{Red Wolf}

Pack {Rank} Items

Eastern{Member}Retractable Claws($800), Necklace($100), Bio-Luminescence($900), Spikes($600), Fangs($500), Mane($100), Color Control($2000)

Appearance

Magnitude is heavilly built, with thick fur that thins out a bit in the warmer months, but seems to be it's own armor in the winter. It's a fiery red, almost as a fox's coat, with snowy underbelly and markings. .

Mag's fur glows, in any cirumstance, he can turn the ability on and off, though if he is too angered, it glows without permission. His fiery red turns into an almost deep crimson that seems to burn too brightly, a blood red reflecting on his fur.

His mane, thick, extra fur on his neck, is made entirely of spikes, diamond-shaped quills that stand on their own if he finds any sort of danger or source of stress. They also act as a guard to protect his neck from any kill wounds from above. Below, though, his soft windpipe is open for attacks. He wears a necklace, a thick ribbon that fits well on his neck, not allowing any length to hang off anywhere, almost like a collar, holding a bright emerald gem as a pendant that matches his bright green eyes.

He has long fangs that peek out from under his lips for a few inches, giving him the look that he is more menacing then he really is. His tail is shorter than most and fluffed up, almost like a fox's, but not quite.

Temperment

Magnitude is more quiet than most. He speaks when necessary, and he loves to play. He enjoys jokes and teases others light-heartedly. Mag likes to play fight and keeps his claws in whenever he does. He doesn't like to hurt others, physically or otherwise. He enjoys the night breeze, but prefers dawn and dusk as his favorite times to endure the best moments of life.

He really doesn't mind meeting new people, and he's friendly to newcomers even if he should be hostile. The other pack wolves don't intimidate him, and in return, he seems no reason as why he should. Unless he's threatened, he's as friendly as a cub.

Mag is overly clean, like individual humans with OCD, but wolf style. His bedding is cleaned every few days and grooming is done often multiple times a day. When things get out of order, he tries to put it back, and if it can't, he tries to adjust so that his mind doesn't lose itself.

Magnitude is named as he is for a reason. When he is pushed to the edge, he exploded in a blood-seeking frenzies and attempts to destroy his enemies. He losing himself to an inner subconscious that takes over when violence is near and turns him into a bloodthirsty predator. He doesn't realize what he's doing until its all over and he's left to wallow in guilt.

History

As a young pup, Mag's actual name was Fox. It was the name he grew up with, and even now if he hears someone call fox he think they're referring to him. He lived with his mother and father, two wolves attempting to create their own pack. Given time, they would have.

Fox had two brothers and a sister: Wesley, Milo, and Sky. They all got along fairly well to begin with, pups that played and got in trouble and slept together. They were taught to hunt, to respect their elders, and that a pack had a hierarchy.

This is where the trouble began.

When the pups were about a year and a half, they had neared the end of their growth and had moved into their full sizes. Fox with his glowing fur, Wesley with his bladed tail, Milo with his long tusks, and Sky with her ever changing coat of brilliant sparkle. Fox was the peace-keeper, Wesley the fighter, Milo the hunter, and Sky the spy. Together, they helped protect their parents territory and kept an eye out for other loners to join their fragile pack.

Their parents had decided this was the time to announce the ranks and choose their beta. Naturally, Fox was the first choice, but he didn't like to fight, so he was out. A beta needed to be able to protect his territory, and Fox had never fought since he was born. He only played, careful not to harm his siblings or parents in any way, and showing as much pain in himself as the being he inflicted it on.

So the race was on to choose. Wesley, the hot-blooded fighter who would destroy his opponent given even the smallest change, Milo, the well-trained provider, who brought back prey even when there was none to be found, or Sky, the sly, cunning wolfess who kept her wits about her in even the most thrilling moments, gathering information until it was time to piece it all together.

In the end, the cubs' parents decided to announce that they were having trouble picking the next Beta, the heir to the lead. They'd managed to gather five loners up until then, and the new pack would begin to flourish if allowed.

It was winter when the rivalry began, and Wesley was willing to use death as a tool. First, it was Milo, the hunter becoming the hunted. The two went out for a hunt and Milo never returned, Wesley giving the tale that a cougar had defeated his brother and taken the body with him. Sky noticed the scent of her brother to strong on Wesley, but never said a word.

Sky was next.

A quick patrol around the borders was the plan, but Sky had guessed what would happen. So she gave Wesley the lead and stayed behind him. She saw the attack when Wesley gave it, and she easily moved out of the way, always being the fastest of the four. But she was no good against Wesley, and he quickly overcame her.

Perhaps a stroke of luck, but Fox had to deliver a message to his brother and sister. His mother was dying, and the pups were needed back at the dens.

When Fox found them, though, seeing Wesley pinning Sky, the young wolfess defiantly glaring her brother down, goading him, while Wesley gave a malicious grin as reply for every word she spat at him. Anger fueled through his veins, and Fox lost himself then, his own rage taking over.

When he came back to, Wesley was under him, with Fox's claws digging deep into his brother's flesh, his fangs all too close to ending it all for Wesley. Fox had realized then what he'd done, and instantly jumped off, gasping breaths all that could be said. He skidded along the snow and collapsed in the frost, blood staining the snow beneath them. Wesley was out cold; injured, but not dead.

In a blur, Sky had Fox up and they both went off, forgetting home, forgetting their parents, and finding refuge in the packs. They divided then, not wanting to, but needing to, Sky giving Fox a new name: Magnitude, to show his fierce fighting skills and explosion of fury. She grinned at him as she explained it: "For such a strong fighter, there must be a strong name." She found herself eternally grateful to her brother, and even now she still loves him.

Mag joined the eastern pack, happy to leave his old memories behind and mold himself into the best member he could be.

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