Bender | Darkmoon Male.

[Shanto]

Name: Bender.
Gender: Male.
Age: Almost 4 Years.
Type: British Colombian Wolf.

Pack: The Dark Moon Fair.
Rank: Head Of The Fight Pit.
Items:
-Healing.
-Exotic Coat.
-Collar.
-Leg Armor.
-Fight Pit Chest Piece
-Necklace
-Claws (Like a cats).

Appearance:
Imagine a giant male with battle armor on, huge claws, and a devilish grin. That is what he looks like in the fit pit, covered in sweat from his own battles, and breaking up the ones that were getting too violent. Smaller scars cover most of his muzzle, the largest landing on his left hip. The four were left from his warrior test, the battle lost the first time and passed the next year as a two year old. The scars demonstrate, in his ex-pack, strength, composure, talent, and bravery. The first three lay in the shape of a triangle, the fourth as a cut straight down the middle of it.

Without the armor on, Bender looks a bit kinder, his slightly crooked jaw set in a stern position, thinking ever so constantly. His looks contradict his personality, looking dignified if it wasn't for his studded collar. The boy sits with his ears almost constantly forward, his claws dig in and out just waiting for something to happen so he could have some excitement in his day.

Temperament:
Bender has had a bit of a violent past and it has made him stern with a devilish grin and a bit of a crooked jaw. The large male is rude, crude, and totally unacceptable- but he also has his inner sweet side. He has quite the reputation of being a partier sometimes and a he has the ability to scare some people easily. But at heart he is a total sweet thing. Bender absolutely adores pups, although to some's surprise he has never met a female he wanted to take as his mate.

The male doesn't care about others appearances, whether their a coward or a self centered jock, he believes most are really kind at heart. Even if some cannot think that about him. People tend to stereotype him, the bad boy who doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself. They think he fights because he is an adrenaline junkie just needing that jolt. A male that hits on girls to fulfill his own sick desires. But he isn't any of those things. He is Bender. Canon Lee Bender- but just Bender to you. The male who only ever killed as a warrior to defend his pack. The male who fed a starving omega in the winter who was at the brink of starvation. The male who cared for a sick pup. The male who battled himself. The male who wanted to end it. This is Bender. Canon Lee Bender. But just Bender to you.

History:
He was once born into a large pack, his father a fierce warrior and his mother a kind nursemaid to the younger pups. He had another sister and brother, his sister a cowardly omega and his brother a warrior like himself and his father. He had great respect- until they found out he was feeding the omega extra and trying to help her escape. Bender was shamed by his family, friends, and pack. Why would such a fierce warrior who had been trained to kill other wolves help such a low life? Even if she was his sister, it seemed pathetic to others. But Bender did not feel the need to explain himself, and his reasons, so he left. They killed his sister within the next hour. His brother's fate is mystery still.

But that past is over and this strong boy now hides his feelings as the greatest card players do, he runs the fight pit like a champ- his powers helping him to break up the fights that get a little too rough and wolves that talk a bit too much smack. The Ringmaster keeps him around for protection and most of the time, during fight season, he keeps on his armor. But when there is no one to fight, the armor comes off, his collar the only thing still staying on constantly.

This is Bender.
Canon.
Lee.
Bender.
But just Bender to you.

[ringmastera]

T H E R I N G M A S T E R

Hehehe. I like you, Bender. I'll allow you to be my Pit Master.

Accepted.