Name: Aspen (Goes by Demetria when undercover)

Gender: Male (Pretends to be female to lure people to death...or well...used too...until he met Chariot)

Species: Arctic Fox

Age: 28

Crush: Chariot

Mate: Also Chariot

Located: In a large city

Occupation: None

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Illnesses: Depression

Phobias: Pyrophobia

Parents: N/A (they dead)

Siblings: Demetria (he decided to use her name)

OC friends: Chariot, Ohhagami, Alora

Personality: Mysterious, swift, narcissist, rude, doubts everyone but themself, strong, afraid, scarred, sad, sarcastic, happy, polite, sadistic, beautiful, independent, and cunning

Opinions on other happy tree friends-

Loves: Cro Marmot

Likes:

Neutral: Mime, Mole, Truffles, Pop, Cub

Dislikes: Petunia, Flaky, Russel, Sniffles, Giggles, Lammy, Lifty, Shifty,

Hates: Nutty, Cuddles, Handy, Toothy, Splendid, Flippy, Disco, Lumpy

Here’s just some narration from Aspen...I guess XD

I wasn’t alive when the war began. In fact, there isn’t a single person alive now who existed when the war between ice and fire had commenced. Everyone here was born into the war. It makes you wonder what life was like before everything went down- the small fights, like name calling, turned into the largest war the universe had ever seen. As of now, my home planet is separated into two different sides, one of sheer, freezing ice and snow. So cold that a normal organism would be frozen solid just before it’s atmosphere.

My name is Aspen, and my life...sucked. A lot. Most of the time.