Max

Physical Description: Max is of pretty average height, but usually on the skinny side due to not taking very good care of himself. When he's well taken care of he can even turn out a little chunky. Dark auburn hair, bright blue-green eyes, and ruddy skin with faint freckles on his nose and shoulders. His back and hips are crisscrossed in old scars, and it's not hard to figure out what those scars are from. He isn't necessarily self-conscious about the scars, though... it's the stretchmarks on his stomach that he doesn't want people to see.

Background: Max has never known a life that wasn't fraught with terror. Before he was born his father, one of the last living Kitsune, was killed by hunters, and his mother fled with Max into the wilderness. For a time they were relatively safe, living in a cave and simply never being seen outside their fox forms, but nature is cruel, and when Max was barely fourteen their safety was shattered when a pack of werewolves moved into the territory. They caught his mother while she was out hunting, and her screams alerted the youth that danger was afoot. He fled, hiding as best he could, but he was also just entering his first season, and the scent was all too easy to track.

He was caught. He was used. He was left for dead.

He managed to drag himself back to a warren and survive on whatever he could catch. And some time later, he gave birth.

She didn't live long. It was too cold, and he was too weak to feed her.

Haunted by this past, he has sought safety hiding in plain sight among humankind; he blends in rather well with the mallrats and the teen delinquents, Now 18, he both longs for companionship and is terrified by the prospect; he can flirt, but sometimes the idea of sex makes him panic. And more than anything, he wants to have a family -- he wants a new baby, to make up for the one he had to leave in the woods so long ago.