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Character: Loki
Series: Journey Into Mystery (Thor)
Character Age: 12-14 in appearance
Canon: No one in Asgard was pleased when Thor, son of Odin and thunder god-turned-superhero, resurrected his brother Loki--understandable, considering the huge part Loki played in their recent near-downfall, and also the fact that he was a liar and all-around giant douchebag. Fortunately for them, the treacherous God of Mischief was reincarnated as a young street rat with no memory of his former villainy, his hatred of his brother, or that he was in fact an Asgardian god. After Thor found him, he restored part of Loki's former identity, including a deep sense of guilt for whatever horrible things he did in his former life. Upon returning to Asgard, a series of strange events culminated in a meeting with a ghost of his former, villainous self. Not terribly impressed by the things his ghost had to say, the new Loki banished the old Loki into the form of a magpie, because he wanted to live their life his own way--the magpie became his "minion and opposite," occasionally offering advice of questionable motivation.
While Loki is no longer the wicked, manipulative antagonist he used to be, he retains some of his other traits. Still a gifted magician, he is endlessly clever, intelligent, sharp-tongued, and not above getting creative with the rules in order to achieve his goals--fortunately, his goals are now in the best interest of more than just himself. However, the vast majority of his people do not trust him, and many want him dead (again), so Loki spends much of his time holed up in a room atop a tower with his books and his cell phone, which he won gambling with dwarves and uses to learn about their adoptive world, Earth, via the internet. Due to his reincarnation as a modern kid and possibly also because of aforementioned internet usage, he speaks in a more casual manner than other Asgardians. His curiosity is nearly insatiable, but not inappropriate for one dubbed the God of Mischief.
Sample Post:
Okay. For the moment, I'm going to go ahead and ignore the fact that there are reanimated corpses shambling about. I'll even turn a blind eye to the giant squid monster making eyes at me from the top of that silo--I'm a generous guy, you see. With that said, Lady Sayre, could we turn our attention to the murder charge on hand? Look, I know I've made a few... mistakes. Big ones, even. To say that I'm a changed man would be woefully understating it, but the bottom line is that I didn't kill your fiance. I mean, I probably didn't. I have a hard time believing I would have garnered much amusement from killing one random guy who probably never did anything significant to begin with.
...I guess that was a bit harsh. My apologies. I'm sure your fiance was a fine man. Actually, let's revisit the whole walking dead situation--isn't it possible that one of these... things... is him? I mean, why else would you be keeping monstrosities like these around on your property? Why are the dead allowed to remain in the world of the living? Why is one of them attempting to disrobe me? Do any of these questions have answers?
Oh, and speaking of answers, these strange tropical birds you've clearly enlisted in your witch hunt will not be getting any from me. I must commend your sorcery, though--the fact that they can communicate telepathically is impressive. Unfortunately, this wasn't even the first bird I've encountered who could do that, and the former was much more eloquent. Contrary to what you and your magic birds might believe, I've little interest on what happened on "Jersey Shore" last night--even less so now that I've looked it up on the internet--so if you'll pardon my critique, I feel you might need further training as a sorceress. I could teach you, of course, but I'm afraid I'd have to charge.
On the other hand, the magic barrier you've constructed seems quite strong. Even I'm having a bit of trouble trying to thwart it. Bravo. However, I've already told you I'm not responsible for your fiance's demise, my phone has no bars, and I'm growing tired of this idiocy, so I think it's about time you let me go. Failing that, I'm fairly sure I could manage to convince your resident kraken to see my side of the story. Surely we can reach an agreement, Lady Sayre; I'd hate to see you end up getting what the humans of the internet call "owned."
[Voting went here, 97% what what!]
Series: Journey Into Mystery (Thor)
Character Age: 12-14 in appearance
Canon: No one in Asgard was pleased when Thor, son of Odin and thunder god-turned-superhero, resurrected his brother Loki--understandable, considering the huge part Loki played in their recent near-downfall, and also the fact that he was a liar and all-around giant douchebag. Fortunately for them, the treacherous God of Mischief was reincarnated as a young street rat with no memory of his former villainy, his hatred of his brother, or that he was in fact an Asgardian god. After Thor found him, he restored part of Loki's former identity, including a deep sense of guilt for whatever horrible things he did in his former life. Upon returning to Asgard, a series of strange events culminated in a meeting with a ghost of his former, villainous self. Not terribly impressed by the things his ghost had to say, the new Loki banished the old Loki into the form of a magpie, because he wanted to live their life his own way--the magpie became his "minion and opposite," occasionally offering advice of questionable motivation.
While Loki is no longer the wicked, manipulative antagonist he used to be, he retains some of his other traits. Still a gifted magician, he is endlessly clever, intelligent, sharp-tongued, and not above getting creative with the rules in order to achieve his goals--fortunately, his goals are now in the best interest of more than just himself. However, the vast majority of his people do not trust him, and many want him dead (again), so Loki spends much of his time holed up in a room atop a tower with his books and his cell phone, which he won gambling with dwarves and uses to learn about their adoptive world, Earth, via the internet. Due to his reincarnation as a modern kid and possibly also because of aforementioned internet usage, he speaks in a more casual manner than other Asgardians. His curiosity is nearly insatiable, but not inappropriate for one dubbed the God of Mischief.
Sample Post:
Okay. For the moment, I'm going to go ahead and ignore the fact that there are reanimated corpses shambling about. I'll even turn a blind eye to the giant squid monster making eyes at me from the top of that silo--I'm a generous guy, you see. With that said, Lady Sayre, could we turn our attention to the murder charge on hand? Look, I know I've made a few... mistakes. Big ones, even. To say that I'm a changed man would be woefully understating it, but the bottom line is that I didn't kill your fiance. I mean, I probably didn't. I have a hard time believing I would have garnered much amusement from killing one random guy who probably never did anything significant to begin with.
...I guess that was a bit harsh. My apologies. I'm sure your fiance was a fine man. Actually, let's revisit the whole walking dead situation--isn't it possible that one of these... things... is him? I mean, why else would you be keeping monstrosities like these around on your property? Why are the dead allowed to remain in the world of the living? Why is one of them attempting to disrobe me? Do any of these questions have answers?
Oh, and speaking of answers, these strange tropical birds you've clearly enlisted in your witch hunt will not be getting any from me. I must commend your sorcery, though--the fact that they can communicate telepathically is impressive. Unfortunately, this wasn't even the first bird I've encountered who could do that, and the former was much more eloquent. Contrary to what you and your magic birds might believe, I've little interest on what happened on "Jersey Shore" last night--even less so now that I've looked it up on the internet--so if you'll pardon my critique, I feel you might need further training as a sorceress. I could teach you, of course, but I'm afraid I'd have to charge.
On the other hand, the magic barrier you've constructed seems quite strong. Even I'm having a bit of trouble trying to thwart it. Bravo. However, I've already told you I'm not responsible for your fiance's demise, my phone has no bars, and I'm growing tired of this idiocy, so I think it's about time you let me go. Failing that, I'm fairly sure I could manage to convince your resident kraken to see my side of the story. Surely we can reach an agreement, Lady Sayre; I'd hate to see you end up getting what the humans of the internet call "owned."
[Voting went here, 97% what what!]