... Fine, Pope. I'll play by your rules. 

This is going to take a while.

Name: N/A As he is not a human, and has never needed to identify himself as a human, he has never had need of a name. His existence is more than enough for him.

Race: Part of The Pack.

Age: The eldest of his pack by far, he has seen the coming and going of a countless number of pups.

Height: The top of his head would reach about to Kir-Kon's chest.

Weight: 180lbs

Physical Appearance: He is long and sleek, more catlike than doglike in movement, although his appearance is reminiscent of both canine and feline. He has long, dark, thick hair that works as well as any armor, but underneath it is a layer of short, orangish brown fur that can occasionally be seen through the guard hair. The only place that does not have the guard hair is his nose, and because of that it is most susceptible to attack. The many scars on his nose speak to the battles he have been in, and many more are hidden behind the fur which does eventually grow back in.

His nose is long and sharp, somewhere between dog and marten, and filled with needle sharp teeth designed for puncturing and ripping. Starting where his snout begins to connect to his head and running all the way along his head to his neck is the start of many long feelers, which grow out from among his fur. When he is not under attack these feelers lay flat along his neck and back, but they are completely opposable and he is capable of moving them freely and using them, whip-like, when under threat. Each of these feelers is capable of splitting open into a large number of hair-like filaments, which are incredibly sensitive and he uses in substitute for eyes. This is because the space where most carnivorous animals would have eyes is covered by two of his longest feelers, as well as the space in between them. Each of his feelers are leathery and almost the same color as his fur, but each feeler, especially near the base where it joins in with his main body, has orange tinged chips in them. There is another one of these chips, significantly larger than the others, in his chest, although it is almost entirely hidden by his fur. When he activates his magic, these chips will all glow a fiery shade of orange.

His tail is long and ropelike, and most of the way down its length the fur transitions into the same leathery material that makes up his other feelers. At the very end is a small stinger, surrounded by more of the orange chips. Each of his paws possesses a set of dagger-like retractable claws. The pads on his feet are paler than his brown-orange undercoat, and are slightly rubbery which allows him to keep traction on almost any surface.

Half again as large as any of his packmates, he has become a king among his species. Despite the competitive and territory-hungry nature of the Packs, very few other pack princes dare challenge him, and even fewer survive the challenging to keep their own pack.

Powers/Skills: His most obvious ability is the same ability that is present in all of the Packs, albeit mostly on a smaller scale. Every member of the pack has a small ability in elemental creation and manipulation. Most commonly the element is air, although fire and earth show up relatively frequently. Occasionally, like him, a pup is born with the ability to manipulate two or three elements. He is capable, on a small scale, of manipulating air, water, and fire.

However, his more significant, albeit less used ability, is a form of shapeshifting. Up until this point he has yet to consciously use this ability, but it is the thing that has kept him from aging with the rest of his Pack. As the years have crept by it has slowly made him larger, stronger, more physically capable than the other members of his species in every way, but it has also made him more intelligent, to a point equal to or even greater than most humans. This is what eventually leads him to conflict with his pack, and to the eventual separation.