Nemo Loki
Nemo was on the outskirts of the village, up in a tree. His left leg was up on the tree branch, and his arm was draped around it, his back was to the trunk and his other leg hung off the branch. He gazed out at the forest around the village. It looked so nice, so peaceful. He hummed quietly to himself. He came here when he just wanted to get away from people and relax. He always liked the wilderness, there was mystery there, always something new to find. Somewhere out there might even be the key to his origin, maybe even his real name, his real parents. Who knew what could be out there? He remained in the tree, staring aimlessly out at the woods.