Name: Flames
Age: Unknown, probably still a teenager...
Species: Hybrid (Mostly Fox, with some Wolf and a bit of Cat supposedly)
Markings: Numerous scars, especially on hands, feet and torso.
Prefered Weapon: Own body and energy as he lost his weapons...

Clothes: A pair of baggy trousers and a pair of gloves fused to his skin.
Flames ceased his meditation and opened his eyes, hearing voices. Other captives. Just how long had it been since he'd drifted away? Seeing as his energy was back up a bit, he must of been meditating for many hours, maybe even days, without realising it.
He calmly called out to the other furries: "Heya Luke, who's the new one? I wanna know everyone before we try and escape..." His tone was very confident for someone who hadn't ate or slept in days and was locked up.