RAVEN x Gitan and RYOUTA x Jaeger

Ryouta X Jaeger baby!

Name: Laufey
Gender: Male
Picture: http://i42.tinypic.com/xp0e4o.png
Appearance: Laufey has the same crystal blue eyes as his mother. Black runs down the corners of his ears to cover his lower face. From there the black spreads down his chest, across his belly and sides before ending at his tail, which is wholly black to match. He has dark grey stockings on all four legs and similarly colored circles around each eye. The rest of him is pure, unadulterated white. Most of his puppyhood will be spent as an average-sized wolf and it isn't until around his first year that he'll really start to grow. From there he'll double, triple in size before the year is through and by then he'll be every inch as tall as his mother. From there he'll fill out, finally growing into his huge paws and ears. With a little bit of effort he'll become as strong as his size suggests he is.
Personality:
As a pup: Silly or solemn. The flip of a coin decides his mood. Some days he's exuberant; bouncing from thing to thing in a vain attempt to let out as much energy as possible. Other days he's rather contemplative; wandering from mystery to mystery in the hopes of solving them. Laufey's not a particularly dark fellow, although from an early age he's learned to recognize the characteristics in others. Not that thoughts of dark or light concern him. His thoughts are consumed by the here and now; and his here and now had better involve fun things--he'll save the moral questions for his later years.

He's a little bit selfish and covets all things, no matter how trivial, that aren't in his possession. Having all the things is a need that he can't seem to fill, and the desire to have everything can push him to extremes.

As an adult (*projected): Laufey is kind of 'meh' when it comes to most things. Being surrounded by girls has led to him to adopt the facade that he is indifferent to what's going on around him; it makes needling appear less effective and (he hopes) discourages further harassment. Of course he's not entirely impervious, but until you really anger him you'll never know just how strongly he feels about something; unless expressing himself offers some kind of reward.

Laufey is a thief and a liar. He doesn't take by force, preferring to take or conquer what he wants using wit, though he isn't above throwing his weight around for highly desired things?force just makes it less satisfying. Anyone can claw and bite their way to dominance, but persuasion is a much more subtle art.

Whatever feelings his parents have towards him will be reciprocated; he is capable of the deepest of loves and the darkest of hates. His heart doesn't rule him, but that doesn't stop it from trying. His emotions, once quipped, run white hot and the things he desires are pursued with fervent intensity. It's the chase that thrills him, though, and the source of his affection, once won, will quickly find itself abandoned for a new challenge.

Not very showy with his affections; he assumes that those he truly cares about know how he feels. Deep down, way (way) down, Laufey's a closet marshmallow. If someone takes the time to worm their way into his heart they'll find that his center is soft and squishy. It's the outside that's calloused and unfeeling; a protective layer that he's built around his squashy inside to protect it from a world he knows is full of those that would harm him.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Roleplay Sample:

((OOC: "If dignity was money, you could maybe buy a soda..." -a quote I found that is kinda sorta relevant but not...buuut funny so I included it. >.>))

The young pup lay with a stick propped up between his front paws. His jaws diligently worked open and close, open and close, driving his sharp little teeth into the wood. Bits of wood grit coated his tongue and clung to the space between his teeth. Just you wait, stick. I'm gonna break you into pieces! He chewed harder, enjoying the sound the stressed wood made with each bite.

Nearby his sister found a stick and started copying him.

Instantly he was jealous. His grip loosened and the stick slowly eased itself to the ground. Strings of spittle glued the forgotten plaything to the dirt. She had a nice stick. It was perfect. He could see a a crack running right down the middle of it. Oh, man! That sucker would pop right in half if he bit it right! Laufey's mouth started to water. That's your stick! It was, wasn't it? Yes, it was! Rather, it could be, anyway.

Then it was decided! Laufey heaved himself to his paws and marched over to his sister. He didn't say anything, just stood over her while she chewed. The pup watched her work at the dried wood. Watched a bead of saliva glide down its porous surface and onto her paw. That's my stick. She's chewing on my stick. He would have it, he would! It could- would be his and she would give it to him or, or he'd chew her ears!

The young brute remained silent. Watching. When the abuse suffered by his stick was too much to bear, Laufey raised a paw and lightly tapped his sister's shoulder. She growled at him, but paid him no more attention. If anything she chewed harder on the stick. Appalled by her lack of understanding, he tapped her again, and again he was growled at. This time the warning was accompanied by the groaning of the stick. No! No, no, no, no! She was going to break it! That was for him to do!

Laufey seized the end of the stick and gave it a tug. His sister, unwilling to give in so easily, allowed herself to be pulled to her paws. The pair growled and snarled, shaking their heads and yanking on the stick. They went back and forth, exchanging snarls and tugs, but neither gained any ground. It was his now, she should just give in! Surely, it wouldn't be so hard to find something else to do, would it? Within seconds their tug 'o war devolved into a squabble, and the stick was dropped and forgotten amid vicious puppy bites. It became a fur pulling contest. Each lunged and seized huge mouthfuls of the stuff, and then with a twist, yanked it free.

It didn't take many mouthfuls before the two were bawling; each yank punctuated by a vengeful sob and an angry, bitter squeal.

At this point Laufey could hardly see because of the tears. He refused to give in. Now it was a matter of dignity.

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*What I think he might be like when he's all grown up.