Los has an incredibly soft, thick coat of almost pure white fur which allows him to blend in with his favourite environment and stay warm in even the coldest weather or the worst of blizzards.
Los never knew his parents or old pack and if he had, he cannot remember anything about either. Los has been traveling alone almost his whole life except for the first year when he traveled with someone he thinks was part of his old pack or family; or he could have been a pupnapper. Being from the far Northwest, Los is used to the snow and has grown to love it.
INFP. He's normally very kind to everyone he meets even though he tends to be highly awkward and formal. As a result of being alone for so long, thoughts of living amongst others is terrifying. He doesn't leave much of an impression so he's gotten used to being overlooked and forgotten by those he meets.
- His name is actually spelt Лось but because not everyone has a Cyrillic keyboard, and because the cases would become confusing really fast, it's spelt in Latin letters, Los
- He walks with a limp in his front right leg because he 'fell' off a cliff during an earthquake, HY5, and continued to walk and run on it despite the pain. He is constantly finding new ways to cause more damage to this leg
- He occasionally has nightmares that often trigger hallucinations upon waking. The cause of these is still unknown
- Speaks a tiny amount of Russian but is currently learning more!
Crystal Shore; Eastern Wasteland; Falter Glen; Heckled Holt; Rolling Prairies; Starlight Peaks; Verdant Hills; Western Plains;
Lost and confused. Not eating or sleeping properly, basically depressed. Trying to figure out his purpose in life by roaming without end.