Loke is an absolute tossup in regards to what personality you get to see. If you're just meeting him at a party, he's extrovert, fun, if a bit rebellious - And one of the most likely people to find someone willing to sleep with, but don't expect him to call back the next day. He'll most often also be the person supplying the alcohol, especially if he thinks your alcohol choices are too lacking or too little, but to make up for it, at least he's usually the life of the party. 

On the street, passing him by, you'll most likely think he's a standoffish, distracted and rude prick, and he'll most likely not be apt to start a conversation with you unless you interested him or if you already know him by name and face. Usually when out on the street, he's simply too busy to really care about the impression he leaves on people. After all, he knows you won't remember him for longer than an hour, and he just really wants to get to wherever he's going, whether it be another party or just to the 24/7 store to get cigarettes.

In the workplace, he keeps up the most proper attitude he can stand, and most people will consider him an upstanding citizen, but most of the people he works with know he's a rebellious teenager at heart. His boss, most of all, knows what a snarky little shit the man can be.

At home, when left alone with his family, loved ones and his beloved cat, he's a lot more mellowed out. He spends most of his time just relaxing, doing the things he just likes to do. Deadpan, snarky and rebellious as always, but will almost always make time for anyone he cares about. If you're in the records as someone he cares about, you'll probably never have to worry about a thing with him - You'll always know where you stand with him, and he'll always do most anything you'd ask of him. Just because he likes you. 

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Loke Wolfe used to be a typical, young teenager - Cheerful, passionate, and always down to chat with anyone who asked. He was born in 1985, along with a twin brother named Rune, and grew up with two fathers and his brother. His childhood is as good as it could be - Extremely close to his family, good grades, no bullying. For all things that mattered, Loke was an extremely average child with a normal life and normal interests. That changed like the shattering of glass on a certain day.

A few days after his ██th birthday, Rune and him had been walking home late at night from somewhere — He can't recall where they'd come from, these days — when out of nowhere, all of his memory tells him is van-roughhands-blindfolds-gone. It wasn't hours later that he would wake up again, hands restrained, his brother panicking beside him.

Up until that day, red rooms had been a myth to him. A shocking story you tell to your friends at 3 am at a sleepover, eliciting gasps and 'that's not real!'s.

He refuses to talk about the things that happened there, but one can likely fill in the blanks. It took a few days, but eventually, rescue did come - In the form of a stranger, that had somehow learned of the existence of this red room. The moment Loke realised that due to this stranger, the people that had kept him and his brother captive all those days either had fled or were left wounded, he'd sprung into action. Getting himself and his brother out of the ropes around their wrists and out into the street, somehow, straight into the arms of the authorities outside of the building.

Once an ordinary, cheerful person, the events of those days left him scarred, filled to the brim with rage.

Revenge. Once that idea passed his mind, it stuck. As the months passed, the idea snuck further and further into his mind, eventually demanding the foreground, the dominance over any and all his thoughts. The moment he turned old enough to realistically move out of his parents' house, he left. Following the last trail he had of the group, he packed his bags to a whole different country, to a little place called Clock Town, securing some crap apartment in the middle of some who-knows-where neighbourhood.

He would eradicate the group that harmed him and his brother, no matter the cost.

Present day

It was a year after he had moved into town that he'd pick the trail back up. Some low-level grunt of theirs, making the mistake of wandering into some dark alley in the middle of nowhere. He'd solely meant to get information out of him - A location, a name, anything.

He didn't fathom how it happened, but it ended with dark red blood on his hands, and, if he counted correctly, roughly twenty stabs to the man's back and not finished yet, even after the man had long stopped moving. He was discovered like that — stabbing obsessively at a corpse — by a man that he would later learn had somehow sympathised with him, as he found the lack of restraint to be a familiar sight in regards to his own experiences in life. That man offered him a room at his own home, a place where they could make sure Loke wouldn't slip further down the deep end.

Now, he's 24, having gained people he considers family. Two men also at home in the criminal world, and their daughter, the tiniest girl he happily will call his little sister. He also gained himself a lover, a person he will love until the end of the world, who, by now, knows his flaws, actions and story, and doesn't judge him for it. And while his life goal, nonetheless, remains revenge, he's more than happy to fulfil his part of a relationship that, at the very least, can be described as a dangerous power couple.

Smokes an awful lot, to the point he pretty much goes through several packs a day. Doesn't seem very likely to change his habits, either. The only time you'll ever see him without a cigarette of sorts is around his adopted sibling.

Doesn't feel shame. As a result, he pretty much has no filter on his mouth and generally tends to speak whatever is on his mind, whether it's socially acceptable or not. At least it allows him to make horrible jokes without much of a problem... But that's about the only pro.

His weapon of choice is a pair of scissors - Even when there's a better weapon to be used. Has a very specific pair of scissors he adores.

Owns two guitars, and is absolutely planning on making a bigger collection of guitars eventually. Doesn't write lyrics much, most of the time just tunes and sounds.

Adores his black cat, Danse. He has absolutely no light going up there, but that makes him even more lovable. Usually followed around the house by him, and there aren't many moments in the house where Danse isn't curled up on or next to Loke.

Never falls asleep before anyone else and wakes up before anyone else. Doesn't matter how short the other person slept.

Can't stand cameras or having his photo taken, and will absolutely smack a camera clean out of your hands if you try to point it at him. Doesn't mind holding a camera himself, but that's an extremely rare occassion.