Loki

Traveling was in Loki's blood.

Ever since he was a child his wings had been itching to just fly off somewhere and disappear for days. As a hatchling he'd often follow the older adventurers to set off on their journeys only to dragged back to the nest by his mother scolding and telling him that he was much too young.

Luckily though, he eventually grew up and was finally old enough to go adventuring on his own. Constantly returning with spectacular stories to tell all his friends and family in the clan. More often then not he'd bring back souvenirs for the young ones in hopes of sparking their passion for traveling.

He had met his familiar on his travels, a bright-eyed longneck that went by the name Paddy--short for Pádraig. Loki would go everywhere with Paddy and sometimes the rather quiet and detached Kierce would come along with them. He didn't provide much conversations but Loki and Paddy didn't mind as long as he was enjoying himself.

Loki truly was living the life he desired, his childhood passion for adventure never dying out.