Full Name:  Lokarishaanakordrame

Pronunciation: Loh-kahr-ee-shahn-ah-kore-drah-mee

Nickname(s):  Loki, Lokarishaan

Age:  2,112 years

Gender:  Male

Natural Species:  kisumor (fox demon)

Secondary Forms:  none

Height(s):  1’0” (fox) 6’4” (humanoid)

Eye Color:  Bronze

Hair Color:  White with orange, yellow and red highlights

Personality:  Mischievous and loves to pull pranks or play games, but can be very defensive of those he cares about.  Is normally not considered much of a threat, but holds strong powers over hellfire, unholy fire, and holy fire surprisingly.  However he is fun-loving and loves to crack jokes at those he cares about.  Is not above making a sexual joke either.  Adores Sorana and Junisra, but loves ear scratches and belly rubs from anyone.

History:  After he lost his mate, Demorok took him in as a spy.  He was placed with Junisra to keep an eye on her, but he ended up growing close to her.  When he met Sorana, he also got rather close to her quickly, and longed to be with her somehow.  Eventually he meets with her again and becomes her familiar.

Virgin:  No (lost to dead mate)

Orientation:  Bi (not interested, fox demons mate for life)

Abilities/Skills:  Has complete control over hellfire, coldfire, unholy and holy fire, and normal fire.  Can also amplify and refine magical spells through his bond with Sorana.  Knows no weapon skills, and so rarely uses humanoid form.

Hobbies:  Pulling pranks, gambling, playing, and setting things on fire.

Familiar:  none (is familiar to Sorana)

Family:  none

Love Interest:  none (dead)

Alignment:  Chaotic Good

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Loki slunk carefully behind the bales of hay, using his small form to his advantage.  He peeked out carefully and let a wicked grin spread over his face as he surveyed the trap he had set up.  It didn't seem like much, just a carefully placed overturned bucket, a couple of inconveniently placed packages and barrels, but in his mind's eye it was the perfect set-up.  His ears perked as he heard footsteps and he quickly ducked back beneath the pile of hay to watch.

Kael stepped into the barn, his massive frame blocking out the light briefly until he had moved into the expanse within.  Loki grinned evilly, watching the hunter.  Kael was a great guy, but in the end, he was a great guy to pull a prank on.  He didn't hold things personally.

"WHOA!" Kael shouted suddenly as the plank of wood he was on suddenly dipped inwards, sending him stumbling forward as he tried to keep his balance.  The fun begun, Loki hopped onto the bale of hay to watch eagerly as Kael inadvertently stepped on the bucket, and continued to stumble further until he crashed into one of the barrels.  Loki winced as hunter and barrel fell to the floor, the contents of the latter splashing over the former.  "Blech!" the hunter sputtered as he stood up, trying to get the water off.  Loki watched as he stumbled back, and then cried out as another floorboard give way, this time sending him sprawling into one of the large packages.  The fox demon winced, though he grinned as flour drifted about in a dusty cloud.  As Kael stood up, looking wet, bedraggled, and very white, Loki couldn't help but burst out laughing, drawing the hunter's attention immediately.  "LOKI!" he shouted, rattling the windows in the barn.

"Gotta go," the fox demon said, darting away.  He narrowly avoided getting struck by the bucket as such, and he cackled as he darted outside.  Within seconds he had found Sorana and leapt into her startled arms.  "I'm hungry!" he said brightly.  She blinked down at him in surprise, and then laughed and carried him into the house.

"Well Mom's making bacon," she said.  She laughed as the fox demon turned forward eagerly, not noticing as Kael stumbled out of the barn, nor as Ramys, Saer and Kyndar burst into loud raucous laughter at his state.  Loki did grin evilly again, but he said nothing as the smell of bacon filled his nose.