Aspen Arias [💙] Scrap Dealer

Full name: Aspen Arias.
Species: Mexican gray wolf, anthropomorphic.

He is tall, broad-shouldered, and strong, with brown eyes. He has thick fur, especially around his neck and chest, predominantly brown with lighter and gray undertones on his jaw, chest, belly, and down to his inner thighs. He usually wears black athletic shorts with a blue stripe down the sides and a black sweatshirt, along with black sneakers.

Although he predominantly resembles a gray wolf, his ears are slightly more rounded, and his tail often betrays his mood with movements more "dog-like" than he'd care to admit. His hands (claws) bear small scars from cuts caused by cables and rusty blades. His scent is a blend of desert (dry earth), cold metal, and a hint of cheap fabric softener from his sweatshirt.

Charismatic, laid-back, rebellious, just going with the flow. He's in no hurry; he's someone you can have a good conversation with. But he's also clever, shrewd, one step ahead of everyone else and three steps ahead of those who try to deceive him. His language, while not entirely correct, makes him spontaneous and witty, easing the situation and making him preferable to a fight. Although, if pressured, he's not afraid to use his teeth to defend himself (literally). He doesn't steal from those less fortunate than himself, but he has no qualms about overcharging someone who treats him with superiority. He uses sarcastic humor and slang to keep people at bay. If the conversation gets too sentimental, he'll probably crack a crude joke to break the tension. He's an expert at reading body language. He knows when a customer is lying about how an appliance broke just by the way they move their eyes or their body position.

Tastes
Food: Street tacos (especially those with well-browned tripe) and anything that is excessively greasy.
Music: Corridos tumbados, urban rock and a little bit of punk.
Hobbies: Sitting on the roof of his workshop watching the sunset with a can of soda while taking something apart just out of curiosity.
Aesthetics: Rusty objects that still work; find beauty in what others call "trash".

Dislikes
Unjustified Authority: He detests overbearing police officers and government inspectors.
Waste: It infuriates him to see food thrown away or appliances that could be repaired being discarded on a whim.
Enclosed/Silent Spaces: Total silence makes him nervous. He always needs some background noise.
The Uptight People: Those who despise manual labor or their lack of formal education.

He has basic mechanical skills. He knows a bit about the internal components of some appliances (blenders, microwaves, even cell phones). He's a smooth talker, able to charm people into selling whatever he's selling. Having spent most of his life on the streets (and some time in jail), he knows a lot of street slang. He can diagnose what's wrong with a motor or a washing machine just by listening to the rattling sound. He's a great bargainer; he could convince you to buy a bladeless fan in the middle of winter and make you feel like you've gotten the deal of a lifetime. He has a highly developed sense of direction; he knows every alley, shortcut, and hiding place in the desert. It's almost impossible for him to get lost.

Aspen has been on his own since he was a child. His mother left, leaving him with his father, the town's junk dealer. Since he was mostly neglected, he wandered around on his own, exploring and doing all sorts of things as he grew up. This, due to external influences and without any maternal or paternal figure or authority to help or properly guide him, led him to get into a lot of trouble, even spending several times in and out of the town jail. As an adult, he became the town's new junk dealer, but he also has other odd jobs to make ends meet, such as selling appliances (which he finds in the trash and then tries to fix), the occasional air conditioner repair, and generally tinkering with whatever he can get his hands on.

Extra:
She has no education beyond primary school, and she didn't even complete it.
Its genetics are inherited from both parents: its father is a wolf and its mother a dog, resulting in a crossbreed. It is not purebred.

His home is also his business. It's a shed reinforced with zinc sheets and old car parts. He sleeps on an old mattress in a corner, surrounded by disassembled monitors.
He can't help but be soft on the village children or puppies; he often gives them toys that he assembles from leftover parts.
Some old acquaintances call him "The Spark" because he once survived a massive electric shock while trying to bypass the light in his cell.
He lives in a small town in the middle of a desert area in Mexico.
Even though he's usually relaxed, if you push him too far he might bite. Literally.