Standing at a massive fourty inches and weighing one hundred and fifty three pounds, Maksim is a monster of a male. A tank of a beast, each step this gargantuan male takes displays just how much muscle is packed onto his large frame. He measures five foot seven length wise. It’s obvious, even to the untrained eye, that his lifestyle has formed and moulded him into a formidable beast and a dangerous foe.

  His strong, broad shoulders are covered with toned muscles and thick fur. His coat consists of earthen hues, browns of several hues threaded with black and grey strands. The underside of his large body is a mixture of creams and beiges with the browns above occasionally dipping down his body. His thick coat hides the several scars riddled across his skin from years of battles and journeying alone across the wilderness.

  His most striking feature, however, are the bright green eyes that sit in dark sockets. A smouldering, oddly inviting gaze that seems to pick you apart without you even realising that he’s sizing you up, weighing his odds against you should something go sour. Despite their initial warmness, Maksim can quickly switch to a cold, calculating glare that is often accompanied by a raised lip, vicious teeth that are more than ready to rip a chunk out of you exposed. His warnings are as brief as his temper when he is tested and pushed and it would take one mistake – one simple slip up – to cause those razor sharp fangs to sink straight into you.

  It's obvious that this is a life dedicated to fighting and training. He's only putting his knowledge to the best of uses. Mercenary work, to put it simply: as long as there is somebody who wants a job done for them then this wolf will most certainly be around to do it as long as the employer can offer him food and/or shelter.

  As his lifestyle choice often requires the need to know how to barter and bargain, Maksim's words are laced with caramel when discussing business; smooth and persuasive. His dazzling fangs are displayed, like showing an arsenal of weapons to an employer, as he eyes you up with his bright green gaze. Be warned though: double crossing Maksim often results in all those minutes spent watching and analysing being used to exploit weaknesses and soft spots. If you break an agreement with this dangerous man, it's more than likely you will find yourself clashing with him. Despite this ferocious and unforgiving side to him, befriending the hulking beast will earn you a ferociously loyal ally.

  Maksim is a rather civil wolf despite everything. Oddly charming for someone so large and content with killing another of his kind, he makes a strong effort to remain respectful with nearly everyone unless he thinks ill of you. Oh, you most certainly do not want to get on this mercenary's bad side. He'll sneer and scoff at you, place himself so high above you that the only time he'll acknowledge your miserable little existence is to kick you down into the mud and the muck. You'll get nothing from him but 'I am the alpha, you are the omega' treatment. It's a demoralising way to be treated and a small part of the man takes a strange sort of twisted pleasure from it. If you keep pushing his buttons he'll be more than ready to unleash five years training how to fight and kill to take you down.