Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 11:21:51 GMT
Name: Loki Age: Ancient Occupation: God of Mischief Prince of Lies Member Group: Asgardians Powers & Abilities: Superhuman: All Cyrokinesis, Illusionry, Shapeshifting, Sorcery, Teleportation Playby: Tom Hiddleston |  |
Imagine you were... oh, let's say a Raven. Perched and hidden in the shadows-- quiet, watching. Calm. If you were to listen carefully - very carefully - through the choked sobs and frustrated cries, you could hear the distinct sound of a heart ripping in two with anguish. With betrayal. With hurt and pain and all things upsetting. You might hear shouting. The sound is a distant echo to the owner of the voice. As if he is hearing it come from another instead of himself. And as if he can't believe it's coming from him and not someone else his face falls, brows creasing and lips trembling as they part with a silent wail. He is not who he thought he was. He is not an Odinson. He is nameless. He is nobody. And the nobodies, desperate to make a name for themselves, tend to bend towards drastic measures in terms of doing so. With beady eyes you would notice his continued decent into madness-- first starting with his own realm and family. Still quite young in Asgardian standards, though matured beyond his years, we start with family. The betrayal and banishment that led Loki into this slow decent of boiling, bubbling hatred. The loss of his daughter, Hela, was the tip of the iceberg-- and the following betrayals involving his sons, Fenris and Jormungandr, only strengthened the ice in his heart. Not much more could be taken by this failed father-- and he regrets never fighting harder for them. Lies and manipulations roll from his tongue so smoothly. His melodic voice is sure to ease you into trust and blanket you in a false security. Continue watching, and you might catch his reaction to his "brother's" banishment. Look close enough still, and you may catch the flicker of a sadistic smile through the mock worry that paints the monster's face. Because that's what he is... a monster. Isn't it? In his mind, of course, the monster that parents warned their children about at night. In reality, a monster of his own making. Of his own accord. Of his own want and need and yearning to become more powerful. Not a prince of Asgard, nor a prince of Jotunheim. But a king. All powerful. During his rule over Asgard, through Thor's banishment and Odin's weakness, the nobody became many things. Cynical. Power hungry. Obsessed with the yearning to prove himself a worthy son. Loki, of Asgard. Ruler and worthy of Odin's affections. Strength in his "father's" weakness. Though weakness, as he saw himself, was Loki as he grew-- a sorcerer among warriors is a difficult life to live. Small and lithe as opposed to large and bulky, the boy had grown with an anger surrounding his cold heart. Love, of course, thaws. And through the jeers and jests of playing "baby brother" all his life, Loki's love for and from his family was a cure no medicine could best. His father and brother taught him what they could in the world of battle and Frigga, his beloved mother, took him under her wing and taught him all he needed to know of sorcery. Of agility and illusions and magicks. Loki preferred his mother's way of teaching. Though the skills remain, the love does not. The only one he truly still loves, and will forevermore, is his adoptive mother Frigga. Loki holds no ill will towards her... but a boy's best friend is his mother, isn't it? To prove himself a worthy son. This is his ultimate goal. Part of this crumbling masterpiece knows that he will never truly be the son Odin wants, but he can damn well try. He can execute the monsters in their lives, and he can suffer for the sins he hadn't known he'd committed. He relies on his only friends during this time, The Warriors Three, though they swiftly went against his ruling and went after Thor instead. Thor... Thor. Always Thor. Loki was much smarter than he. More mature, more patient... was he not? Patience won with him in the end-- Patience got him within arms reach of Laufey. Of the monster that created him. Of the monster that fell dead at his hands. Such bittersweet victory; it tasted foul on his tongue. Upon Thor's return to Asgard, the destruction of the Bifrost left more chaos in it's wake than one could simply see. In attempts to speak with the Allfather - explain himself, and explain that he had only done as he had in order to prove himself - Loki was denied the option. The destruction of the rainbow bridge was nothing compared to the rubble left behind not only by Loki's betrayal... but by his choice to release the hold he had on a life that, in his mind, should never have been his. It was unbeknownst to all who grieved that Loki was alive-- but far from well. His attempt at teleportation as he had been sucked into a dark space led him to a place he had yet to discover and he was taken in and met with Thanos; a much greater threat than Loki could ever have anticipated. His own childish and reckless need for chaos and revenge was brought to play through Thanos' careful, calculated manipulations. Though the agreeance to taking Midgard and leading an army of Chitauri was of his own accord, there were far more powerful magicks at work when it came to Loki's final decision-- take Midgard. Rule Midgard. Though such a young realm meant nothing to him, Loki's thirst for power and kingship drove his want to take what he could regardless. It was throughout the chaos, Thor's never wavering love for his adopted brother, and a decent smashing against solid concrete that made Loki's crazy brain sort of unscramble-- all the lies and deception and manipulations set upon him had the God's chest constricting in a way he hadn't felt since the loss of his babies. It was too late. Far too late. And though he hadn't had much faith in Earth's Mightiest Heroes saving said planet from the invasion, he was swiftly proven wrong. It wasn't long before Loki was in chains, impatient to be through with the punishments certainly waiting for him in Asgard. Two whole years - a mere blink in the eye of Loki, though entertainment in his cell was wearing thin. The only "playtime" (as he adoringly called it), was when he was brought strangers to ignore as they questioned him and grew aggravated with his nonchalant disobedience. An attack, however, to the Bifrost in which few warriors were killed and Frigga was injured spurred Loki into revealing what he knew of Thanos as best to his recollection; if only to protect the one person who mattered most in his life at the moment. His mother. The descriptions during his interviews were so macabre and unbelievable, that it was believed to be a trick by the silvertongued manipulator, and he was swiftly brought back to his holding cells. Barely two weeks after another attack happened upon Asgard, and as such, a call to arms was decided. Loki was brought forth for questioning once more, as confirmation of his previous reports were heard, and with Frigga's support he was able to repeat himself with much more sincerity and confidence. War has been launched against Asgard, as the Allfather recognizes, and he believes that Midgard is also in danger. Thor, Midgard's protector, has been sent to do his duty along with the only other warrior Asgard is willing to part with in such drastic times. Loki, under Thor's careful watch and care, has had the duty of Midgard's defense thrust upon him in order to recompense for his actions against the young realm. Not to Loki's chagrin, however, as the time he has spent in the cells and had time to think, think, think... the trickster was more than ready to prove himself once more. A new name-- a new Loki. Not nameless. Not a nobody. Loki Silvertongue. Loki, of S.H.I.E.L.D. Though should Loki betray Midgard during his stay, it is under the Allfather's strict order that Loki be slain by anyone of capable hands. And though Loki would far rather be locked away in a cell again than have to deal with the immense amount of negativity surrounding his stay, he has made an effort (albeit in his own time), to repent for his wrong doings. He doesn't expect it to happen overnight-- though a little recognition for his efforts could suffice! |
NETTE | 21 | -8 PST | DANI DRAGGED ME
