LOKI, loner

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L O K I

need to know

[/b] Loki
» clan: Loner
» age: 45 Moons
» gender: Male
» rank: Loner
» status: How could I not be healthy~?
» mentor/apprentice: I scorn kittens

» description: A large boned Ragdoll with a white body and black points with large yellow eyes.[/ul]
deeper

[/b] Loki is a cat of great pride. The thing he prides himself most is his magnificent mane and coloration. His whole undercoat is a black color, yet his overcoat is a different story. The body of the overcoat in a silverfish grey, when groomed, shines like a great star-light. Only his body is this way, his legs and head hold his night-sky black. His tail is sort of a gradient, with it starting with the bodice’s color before melting into the dark point. On his face, the canvas of the star-less night sky holds two bright suns.

The build of this fair Ragdoll is stocky, one might mistake with that of a Maine Coon. But do not be fooled, why he shares a few similarities, Loki holds the feint property. A play-dead mechanism in his physiology.

If one focused hard enough, you could swear there were stripes on his legs. His face holds no familiar tabby markings and such thoughts have been discarded. Yet on his stocky build, one can see the undercoat poking through the overcoat where the overcoat thins. Into a detail, the tail is a subtle gradient. This causes the majority of the tail to fade from the whitish grey to the blackish gray, yet it is never completely black or completely white.

Under the heavy set fur is a thick skin which holds a book’s worth of stories in scars.


» personality: Wolfish, flittish, arrogant
Loki is a cat of many intents. Most importantly, he is a tom of his own interests. He carries himself with the pride of a lion, yet the grin of a wolf. Many moons he spent learning about the life of a singular cat, and he carries his experience with arrogance. Loki will ignore the small house pets, spare glances at the loners. Most gravely, he disregards the savage laws of the clans. He’s alone, Loki has to look after himself. Why should he go by rules of cats he doesn’t know? Loki takes from the land as he needs to, those petty kittens can share with a little tom who means them no harm, right? He’s hungry, and the twoleg place is no place for him, of course. He can’t go to the campsite either, no prey there, twolegs scare them away. And if he fancies a she-cat along the way, who can’t say he isn’t providing a little variety?

While Loki roams, he is sure to encounter some cat along the way. Loki knows better than to fight right off. For all he knows, he can make a bargain. Give him some prey, and he’ll go away for a while. Though while Loki isn’t eager to draw blood, he’s easy to draw tensions. He’s insult and tease and flirt until everyone and their mother hates him. When claws are shown and fangs bared, you’re sure to see Loki use cheap tactics and go for a kill. While he isn’t the best, a group could easily take him if he was fighting honorably, he knows how to hold himself outnumbered with his tricks.



» background: Loki is a rogue now, but he wasn’t always one. Named after a Norse frost giants he’ll never know about, he comes from a father Fárbauti and a mother Laufey. Along with his brothers Helblindi, Býleistr, they were taken from their parents and all given to different two-legs. Loki knows nothing of either of his brothers of his parents. For all he knows they could all be dead. Abandoned by their twolegs, maybe. For he knows he suffered such a fate.

Loki’s owners no longer wanted him, and soon, they left in big monsters and never came back. Growing hungry, Loki ventured over the territories a homeless cat. Scavenging for the longest time, he lost a large amount of weight and learned to fight from crossings with other stray cats. It was this period of time where he earned the pages of scars on his skin. Growing unhappy with what he was getting from the twoleg territories, he ventured into the woods with his new skills of battle.

Loki found out hunting wasn’t his best skill. For the longest time he was doing even worse than in twoleg places. The potential was there though, so Loki stayed. He learned through trial and error and eventually his prey count rose. Soon he could feed himself easily and be gained back weight he had lost since he was left behind.

Loki grew more daring now, knowing he could feed and defend himself. He occasionally butted heads with the clan cats, but he usually left mostly unharmed. Loki even noticed an unease amongst the clan cats after one winter. That isn’t to say Loki is wary. He holds an iron grip of his pride, so hard it’s turned to arrogance. But he’s not hungry and he’s not scared, so he’s not going anywhere.

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immediate kin

[/b] I've laid with many, but took none by name.
» sons: Hm, I'm unsure.
» daughters: I don't think I'm ever met them.[/ul]
extended kin

[/b] Fárbauti
» mother: Laufey

» brothers: Helblindi, Býleistr
» sisters: I have none.
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