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Post by .[L]oki. on Aug 14, 2007 21:34:00 GMT -5
Character’s name:
Loki (Pronounced; Low-kee)
Age:
One Year/Young Adult
Gender:
Male
Alliance:
Light
Desired Position:
Private
Personality:
Loki is by far an extremely hyper active little fox. He gets his kicks by running around the land, annoying random innocent bystanders with his uncontrollable energy and tricking others. The 'others' are usually unsuspecting prey. Loki is intelligent and clever in the ways of not tricking creatures larger than him...or canines in general. It usually gets him into trouble. So he takes his trickster skills out on prey, creatively catching them with this odd form of hunting. He also loves to run, crying out with glee; 'Catch me if you can!' Yes. Loki lives up to the stereotypical fox and he likes it.
Besides his hyper little attitude, he is an easy going fellow that doesn't get mad very easily. He knows how to take a joke or insult and laughs about it along with the one that spoke it in the first place. Usually this causes confusion among others. Some thing he is quite insane, even. But even though poor Loki is the blunt of jokes; he wouldn't care.
Yet his carefree personality will get him into trouble. Loki constantly disregards rules, thinking that he can get away with murder if he wanted to...though he isn't like that. This reckless behaviour can be dangerous to him and those around him. Trouble always follows the young fox.
However, Loki is a kind fox that will stick by somebody. He just has issues in making friends because of his odd behaviour. Yet his loyalty only stretches so far...he has been known to go numb with shock in the mist of dangerous situations. Cowardly? Perhaps.
Appearance:
He is a young Arctic Fox (see Picture). Like all of his species, Loki is covered in a thick ivory pelt that protects him from the harsh climates of winter. He hardly needs it in the summer or spring, so when that time comes; it changes. Firstly, he starts to shed his winter coat, making it thinner. To picture this; it is a quater of the thickness of his normal pelt in winter. Then it changes colour to an extremely light grey.
His eyes are always the same colour; a lovely golden brown, yet they are barely noticable through the outline of black around his eyes. One would have to be quite close.
Loki shares the fuzzy tail of all his species, the slender well built legs made for long travels and the short muzzle. His ears are curved, shell-shaped and layered in a thin lining of fur to protect them against the frost, if any. His nose is, of course, black.
Underneath all that fur is a well built young fox. Loki's muscules have developed from training and his travels, making him strong. His tiny claws and pearl white teeth are sharpened for defense purposes. Though a trickster at heart; he is right to caution himself.
History:
Loki's homeland was to the far, far North. Farther than any fox has been here. It had harsh weather, always endless snow with little sunlight, little food and many dangers. Yet it was a haven for arctic foxes. Home is home.
His family were nomads, always moving around, yet they stopped for a split second when he and his brother were born. It was not an easy birth, and Loki's mother feared loosing her only litter...but it came successfully. Soon she was blessed with Loki and his twin brother, Nook. As soon as they were up to it, they were pushed along to travel.
Loki and Nook were always close, as close as twins could be. When they were not traveling; they were playing. Of course their parents scolded them. Trouble could arise any second. And so it did.
Back then, Loki was not a trouble making trickster like now. It was Nook who took up that role...and it ended quite badly for the young fox.
Nook encouraged Loki to come with him to see something interesting. Curious, Loki followed his brother to a hole in the ground. It was dark outside, so all the young cubs could see was darkness in the depths of the hole. Unknown to them both that it was a seal's breathing hole, but it had long been abandoned by the seal. But not by the polar bear.
Suddenly, a shape reared up from the hole, bursting through the water. Nook had been too close to the hole at the time; he had dared himself to stick a paw in it, and it had alerted the bear of prey.
The last time Loki saw his brother was when he was being dragged underwater by the polar bear. Numb with shock, Loki just stood there until morning came. It happened so suddenly. Nook didn't even have time to cry out.
One would think that Loki would never seek trouble because of what happened...yet it sparked something inside of him. In his own stupid way; it was a sign for him to live out Nook's spirit. He is indeed very stupid.
Yet if it were not for his stupidity and Nook's spirit guiding him forward; he would never be in this land today. Apon his separation with his family (as foxes only live with their families until a certain age) he moved South, continuing along. His reason? Apparantly he was bored. But perhaps he wished to find his own path.
And here poor Loki is today, currently in the ranks of the Light alliance. What trouble could he cause...? We only await with caution.
Picture:
www.sfu.ca/geog351fall02/gp2/wildlife/pictures/arctic%20fox.jpg
IC:
"Heehee!"
"Get back here, you little trouble maker!"
Loki bounded through the woods, jumping over anything in his wake. This included fallen trees or stumps or the occasional random object. It was a wonder what creatures found in the woods these days. Human trash even...but he didn't stop to sniff it. Too busy with his...busyness.
The little arctic fox had successfully stolen the prey from right under the nose of an unsuccessful jackal. Of course; the jackal wasn't as big as a wolf...but larger than Loki. And Loki didn't want to risk it. So why steal the jackal's rabbit? Ehh...all in a day's work.
The smell of the rabbit was intoxicating to the young fox. He longed to stop were he was and drop the rabbit; eating it whole. It had been awhile since he ate anything this good. Usually he ate anything that any other creature had finished with. Now he got a nice plump rabbit. The joys.
Sorry! Not giving it up, buddy! he laughed inwardly, swishing his tail tauntingly at the jackal behind him.
Loki couldn't celebrate for long. A high squeak emitted from him as he felt the uncomfortable jaws on the back of his legs. The jackal was closer than he thought.
Darn it! Time to loose him... the fox thought, glancing around the woods for anything of use. He spotted a tree and launched himself on it, free claws digging into the oak. Just as quick he sprang off; landing behind the jackal.
Confused, the jackal skidded to a halt at the disappearance of the arctic fox. Loki took this sudden hesitation to his advance and darted off.
Loki (Pronounced; Low-kee)
Age:
One Year/Young Adult
Gender:
Male
Alliance:
Light
Desired Position:
Private
Personality:
Loki is by far an extremely hyper active little fox. He gets his kicks by running around the land, annoying random innocent bystanders with his uncontrollable energy and tricking others. The 'others' are usually unsuspecting prey. Loki is intelligent and clever in the ways of not tricking creatures larger than him...or canines in general. It usually gets him into trouble. So he takes his trickster skills out on prey, creatively catching them with this odd form of hunting. He also loves to run, crying out with glee; 'Catch me if you can!' Yes. Loki lives up to the stereotypical fox and he likes it.
Besides his hyper little attitude, he is an easy going fellow that doesn't get mad very easily. He knows how to take a joke or insult and laughs about it along with the one that spoke it in the first place. Usually this causes confusion among others. Some thing he is quite insane, even. But even though poor Loki is the blunt of jokes; he wouldn't care.
Yet his carefree personality will get him into trouble. Loki constantly disregards rules, thinking that he can get away with murder if he wanted to...though he isn't like that. This reckless behaviour can be dangerous to him and those around him. Trouble always follows the young fox.
However, Loki is a kind fox that will stick by somebody. He just has issues in making friends because of his odd behaviour. Yet his loyalty only stretches so far...he has been known to go numb with shock in the mist of dangerous situations. Cowardly? Perhaps.
Appearance:
He is a young Arctic Fox (see Picture). Like all of his species, Loki is covered in a thick ivory pelt that protects him from the harsh climates of winter. He hardly needs it in the summer or spring, so when that time comes; it changes. Firstly, he starts to shed his winter coat, making it thinner. To picture this; it is a quater of the thickness of his normal pelt in winter. Then it changes colour to an extremely light grey.
His eyes are always the same colour; a lovely golden brown, yet they are barely noticable through the outline of black around his eyes. One would have to be quite close.
Loki shares the fuzzy tail of all his species, the slender well built legs made for long travels and the short muzzle. His ears are curved, shell-shaped and layered in a thin lining of fur to protect them against the frost, if any. His nose is, of course, black.
Underneath all that fur is a well built young fox. Loki's muscules have developed from training and his travels, making him strong. His tiny claws and pearl white teeth are sharpened for defense purposes. Though a trickster at heart; he is right to caution himself.
History:
Loki's homeland was to the far, far North. Farther than any fox has been here. It had harsh weather, always endless snow with little sunlight, little food and many dangers. Yet it was a haven for arctic foxes. Home is home.
His family were nomads, always moving around, yet they stopped for a split second when he and his brother were born. It was not an easy birth, and Loki's mother feared loosing her only litter...but it came successfully. Soon she was blessed with Loki and his twin brother, Nook. As soon as they were up to it, they were pushed along to travel.
Loki and Nook were always close, as close as twins could be. When they were not traveling; they were playing. Of course their parents scolded them. Trouble could arise any second. And so it did.
Back then, Loki was not a trouble making trickster like now. It was Nook who took up that role...and it ended quite badly for the young fox.
Nook encouraged Loki to come with him to see something interesting. Curious, Loki followed his brother to a hole in the ground. It was dark outside, so all the young cubs could see was darkness in the depths of the hole. Unknown to them both that it was a seal's breathing hole, but it had long been abandoned by the seal. But not by the polar bear.
Suddenly, a shape reared up from the hole, bursting through the water. Nook had been too close to the hole at the time; he had dared himself to stick a paw in it, and it had alerted the bear of prey.
The last time Loki saw his brother was when he was being dragged underwater by the polar bear. Numb with shock, Loki just stood there until morning came. It happened so suddenly. Nook didn't even have time to cry out.
One would think that Loki would never seek trouble because of what happened...yet it sparked something inside of him. In his own stupid way; it was a sign for him to live out Nook's spirit. He is indeed very stupid.
Yet if it were not for his stupidity and Nook's spirit guiding him forward; he would never be in this land today. Apon his separation with his family (as foxes only live with their families until a certain age) he moved South, continuing along. His reason? Apparantly he was bored. But perhaps he wished to find his own path.
And here poor Loki is today, currently in the ranks of the Light alliance. What trouble could he cause...? We only await with caution.
Picture:
www.sfu.ca/geog351fall02/gp2/wildlife/pictures/arctic%20fox.jpg
IC:
"Heehee!"
"Get back here, you little trouble maker!"
Loki bounded through the woods, jumping over anything in his wake. This included fallen trees or stumps or the occasional random object. It was a wonder what creatures found in the woods these days. Human trash even...but he didn't stop to sniff it. Too busy with his...busyness.
The little arctic fox had successfully stolen the prey from right under the nose of an unsuccessful jackal. Of course; the jackal wasn't as big as a wolf...but larger than Loki. And Loki didn't want to risk it. So why steal the jackal's rabbit? Ehh...all in a day's work.
The smell of the rabbit was intoxicating to the young fox. He longed to stop were he was and drop the rabbit; eating it whole. It had been awhile since he ate anything this good. Usually he ate anything that any other creature had finished with. Now he got a nice plump rabbit. The joys.
Sorry! Not giving it up, buddy! he laughed inwardly, swishing his tail tauntingly at the jackal behind him.
Loki couldn't celebrate for long. A high squeak emitted from him as he felt the uncomfortable jaws on the back of his legs. The jackal was closer than he thought.
Darn it! Time to loose him... the fox thought, glancing around the woods for anything of use. He spotted a tree and launched himself on it, free claws digging into the oak. Just as quick he sprang off; landing behind the jackal.
Confused, the jackal skidded to a halt at the disappearance of the arctic fox. Loki took this sudden hesitation to his advance and darted off.
