Post by hallobruder on Oct 8, 2010 20:10:40 GMT -5
[/font]Welcome to the freak show. Here we go!
We're going down the road, toward tiny cities made of ashes, I'm gonna get dressed up in plastic, gonna shake hands with the masses.
No need to fear, we're all mad here, would you care to tell us about yourself?[/center]
Name? Loki.
Nickname? Nothing, so far.
Age? Four long years.
Birth date? August fourteenth.
Gender? Male, clearly.
Breed? Dingo.
Allegiance? Spirit wolf.
Hybrid? No, sir.
Sub-species Nareau.
Although Loki is Nareau, a reaper of light, he refuses to do his duties. His scythe has long been discarded, or rather, hidden somewhere only he will be able to retrieve it, though it seems like the desire will never even cross his mind. In the past, Loki had never really felt as if he was benefiting from his job. Collecting souls was no fun, and being known as a "light" reaper made him sound pure, which he was certainly not. Thankfully traumatic events befall everyone in due time, and the particular situation that toppled over Loki was enough to snap him in to a sense of denial and his own mindset. The melodramatics stuck to his skull like glue, causing the sly creature to become too in tune with his duties. He felt more than the other reapers, as if it were now more of a lifestyle than a destiny. He could choose whether he wanted to save the unfortunate pests that called out to him, and in the end, he chose to abandon them for a much better, more fulfilling life. Loki was born selfish. Born on the wrong path. He will not do anything that doesn't benefit him. He would rather watch another drown then lift a paw to save them without gaining anything in return. No longer a light reaper, nor a dark, he doesn't even know what he's become, aside from unpredictable. His mood swings leave him angry and full of angst, coming and going at random intervals due to emotion trauma and the ringing in his ears.
Height? Four feet.
Weight? 118 pounds.
Orientation? Pansexual. As long as his significant other is beautiful, he will lust after them. Though he gets bored easily and his relationships don't last long.
Sterility? Yes. He could have children if he wanted to. But why would he?[/size]
Scent? He smells of soil and freshly cut grass. Earthly scents.
Voice? He has a boyish, pitchy tone. Though there is a domineering sense of authority and adulthood slithering between each syllable.
I just a message that said your hell has frozen over, I got a phone call from the lord, saying 'Hey boy guess what?' Right now.
[/font]We'd love you know more about you, You seem like a fine lupine, too, care to elaborate?[/center]
SUMMARIZED PERSONALITY HERE.
Oh, my adoration. Loki is very manipulating. He can remain calm in a serious situation, even smile when it looks as if things are about to crash and burn. Misery is nothing new to him and he enjoys to watch others suffer, which may not be a good thing for anyone other than himself. He is very quick with his words and can wiggle out of any hectic situation with boyish charm and the tongue of a snake. Don't be fooled by his waned sympathy though, he is only using you to get what he wants, and he is very good at it. It may benefit you, but ultimately, he's the one on top.
The shame is my drug. While the paragraph above hints at his dark nature, this one is simply going to state that he is a wicked and cruel animal who will one day be swallowed whole by his own sins.He will do nothing unless he is sure that he will benefit out of it. If he takes a chance and receives nothing in the end, he will do his best to put his companion back in the same horrible situation, if not something worse. His selfishness is his top priority, and his greed rules above all other emotions circling up in his sinister skull. If he's suddenly grown interested in you, or acknowledges you with more than a patient glance, you have something worth his while and should absolutely not fall prey to his tricks.
The pleasure brings pain. Sex is, well.. sex. He feels the need to find a release once in a while, and is not picky on gender as long as his partner is attractive. He has no interest in love or long term relationships. Expect to find your heart in a ditch when the deed is done, if he hasn't already eaten it by then.
I love the way you...
- Loki loves to hunt. The chase and the kill are ultimately the most exhilarating thing he has ever felt! He loves the taste of flesh and blood, and often craves it, which is something that should be against his nature.
- Getting his way is another very important part of his life. If he loses the battle, as he calls each self plotted goal, he will sulk and curl up in a dark, secluded place for days, until he grows bored or hungry, or has simply come up with another scheme to lift his spirits.
- Flirting. He loves it. Using his natural charm and his good looks on both genders is exciting. To see who he can win and control is another game to him. One he plays often.
I hate it when...
- The cold. While Loki absolutely loves the snow, he can't stand sitting idle in it. If he is running around or doing something active, then the cold will not bother him. However his fur is short and not very adaptable to cold temperatures, so he is at risk of getting sick easily in the wintertime.
- Chatty females drive him mad. Unless they're damn well gorgeous or worth his time, he will absolutely not stand to have someone chittering in his ear. Especially if they are female. He has very little morals, and attacking a female is not one that concerns him all that much. Don't bore him with useless chatter, unless you want to lose your tongue.
- Mornings make him want to die. He hates the first glimpses of light, the drowsy feeling of waking up, the uselessness of his limbs. Everything just seems so painful in the morning. If it was possible, Loki would probably sleep forever.
I cannot get enough of...
- Loki is OCD. He absolutely hates it when things look untidy or out of place. Even the entrails of his meals have to fall from the carcass just right, or he'll delay eating for several minutes, until the are positioned proper.
- Birds! They fascinate him! Their wings, their feathers, their taste! They're delicious if you don't mind picking their tiny bones out of your teeth later on. Oh! And careful not to choke!
-Playing mind games is his most loved passion. He loves weaseling his way in to someone elses mind and thoughts, and manipulating them to believe things that aren't true, especially if it grants him a few prizes for a stealthy victory.
My hearts races when...
- The thought of being alone haunts him. He's fine with solitude for a day, weeks, months even.. But spending his life completely away from another able body sounds terrifying. Especially if he were to die where no one would find him
- Being forced back in to his job as a reaper disgusts him. He fears being restricted again, giving up everything he has now to become a slave to an unfair destiny. He hopes that him and his scythe will never reunite.
This I believe... Loki believes that Karma will come to bite everyone in the ass. Himself included. He knows he deserves a world of hell for his cynical nature. He just hopes that those in waiting are as prepared as he is.
My imperfections are clear... There are many flaws stated in the paragraphs above. His greed and selfishness, his thoughtlessness and lack of sympathy. These are all emotional flaws however. His physical flaws tend to revolve around his size. He is shorter than most, skinnier. Certainly a little lighter. While this gives him an advantage in agility, size does matter, and it is not on his side. As well as that, the markings tarnishing his body glow a bright neon blue, making it impossible for him to remain unseen in the darkness unless he goes through the effort of covering them up.[/size]
I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray", Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all gray...
You're looking mighty fine, most of the time, care to enlighten us?[/center][/i]
Crystal vision? A vivid green. Its hard to mistake for any other color, or ignore in contrast to the rest of his body.
Oral hue? His tongue, as well as his gums, are black with small, ivory speckles.
Canvas? Majority of his fur is a concoction of brown. A darker, coffee color covers most of his lithe form, while a creamy mocha mingles in perfect harmony with its counterpart. Blue circles and stripes tarnish the look, seemingly glowing against the earth colors. He has black "booties" on each foot.
Markings less inviting. No scars are visible. They are either hidden beneath his fur, or locked away behind the barricades of his mind.
Markings more prideful. As stated above, he has neon markings encircling the main parts of his body. They glow faintly and are almost blinding under the moonlight.
Don't stare too closely. He was born with a cropped tail, which also has two slender rings around it.
I'm sick, infected with... No diseases.
Pack? Valcantian.
The power within me... Spirit acknowledgment.
Sensing things far too odd... Psychometry;Psychic sense of touch.
It's a birth thing... Pheromone manipulation.
It doesn't take much for me to fly. Loki does not have wings, nor would he keep them, should he have been born with such unnecessary limbs.[/size]
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
made of ashes, I'm gonna lay down in the spa where they coat you in molasses.
[/font]made of ashes, I'm gonna lay down in the spa where they coat you in molasses.
Now that we know of your marionette, we'll learn about your silhouette, wanna explain?[/center][/i]
Loki.
You can also call me... Anything you want, loverlies!
I've seen the world for... Seventeen.
I've played with puppets for... Aboutttt seven or eight years. Off and on.
I also pull the strings of... None as of yet.
It's been divine, friend. Thanks for your time, friend.
CHARACTER COPYRIGHT TO;; Myself.
IMAGE COPYRIGHT TO;; Image copyright to its respectful owner. Coloration and manipulation copyright to me.
LYRICS COPYRIGHT TO;; Tiny cities made of Ashes- Modest Mouse
TEMPLATE COPYRIGHT TO;; SKYE ?[/size][/blockquote]
