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Name: Loki, the Trickster
Age: Four years
Weight: 65lbs
Height: 32 inches
Gender: Male
Pack: Ignavus
Description:

If Loki were human, he'd be the happy nerd everyone wants to pick on. Although he's only a little under average size for a male of his species, his chest is somewhat narrow, his body lithe and skinny, making his legs look just a little too gangly. He's not an ugly wolf, per say, he's just, well, that guy. Your average Joe Deer.

His coat is thick and lush, however, and a bright copper red that burns like fire in the sunlight. His muzzle and legs are long, narrow, and look like charred pieces of wood, burned by his fiery coat, black against his red colouring. Across his shoulders, like a drifting cloud of smoke, is a black saddle of fur that starts at the base of his large, tall ears, and doesn't end until you're over halfway down his spine.

Loki has been at a disadvantage his entire life, for set into his skull, his eyes are a shocking blue colour, which at first thought, may simply be some interesting, not ordinarily thing in this stilt-legged male, but of course it's not. Loki, although not blind, doesn't have the best eyesight, so it seems as if he just was able to pass being blind, although not by much. He is thankfully able to make up for his disability with his eyesight with his superb hearing- once use for those oversized ears.

Personality:

The world is a dark, cruel place. It preys on the weak, it threatens those not apt to survive, and it can make anyone's life completely miserable. Loki was born right into that world, his father abandoning him, his mother just barley able to nurse him, as well as his siblings- and he was the weakest pup, the runt, the one that was nearly blind from birth. The fact that his mother didn't kill him, that his pack didn't drive him out to die was a miracle all in its own, let alone that through his puphood, into adult was survived at all. Loki, however, never let the dark world phase him, he never let the teasing of the other wolves, or the insults daily thrown at him ever bother him. He felt he was special in his own way, and through that, he became a ray of happy sunshine that even the stormiest days couldn't damper- and even with all the hardship of death and suffering around him, he was still the optimist- unless you look under it all.

Loki the Trickster, some call him. Innocent. Kind. Compassionate. All of those are true for this little angel, the lamb who sometimes can be a true wolf in sheep's clothing. Through his life he always was the soft, sweet lamb, then his mother died, his protector, and one pack member tried to turn on him. So he killed them.

Loki has a temper. A horrible temper. A rampaging temper that is hard to quell. It is rare to ever see it come forth from the calm ray of sunshine who almost lives by the motto "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." But if you continue to pressure him, to tease him, to hurt him in ways sticks and stones could never do- if you try to physically hurt him, he becomes a ruthless fighter who won't give up until his opponent submits- Or dies.

Misunderstood. Compassionate. Kind. Quirky. A well controlled temper that rarely shows- but when it does, boils out of control.

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