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Know your God.

Name: Loki Laufeyson


Nicknames: God of Mischief
Aliases: Prince of Lies, Trickster God, Willam Lowe, and the list goes on and on
Date Of Birth: Many Millenia Ago
Place Of Birth: Jotunheim
Current Residence: I'm quite nomadic these days
Ethnicity: Frost Giant
Hair Color: Midnight Black
Eye Color: Seafoam Green
Height: Six foot, four inches
Weight: Two Hundred Pounds
Birthmarks/Scars: Mmph

Mother: Frigga raised me but my mother is Laufey
Father: Odin tried to be my father... My true father... I still don't know.
Sister(S): Coming Soon
Brother(S): Thor, Baldr, Vali, Tyr, all adoptive brethren
Other Family: It's far too long of a list.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Current Relationship(S): --
Past Relationship(S): --

I am a Deity!

Know your Place.

A Word to the Wise

A Notice to be Noted.

I am well aware that there are a lot of writers of Loki out there but I am not like them. I am willing to roleplay with many but do understand that my iteration of Loki is unlike the brilliant Marvel Cinematic Universe version. I borrow more relevant information from Nordic Mythology and I will be tying God of War into my version as well. I do not have any rules because I'm not a cop but please if you want to write,t least take the time and read my page. Thank you.


The Gospel of a God

Biography

The God of Mischief, Trickster God, Prince of Lies, these are all monikers that have been given to me throughout the many millenia I have been alive. I wear these titles with pride yet I have come to question many things. I often find myself wonderingโ€ฆ Was it truly my fault that I turned out this way or rather the fault of Odin? After all, he was the one who stole everything from me. My name is Loki Laufeyson and I am certain that if you're reading this, you've heard of me before. I tried to take over Asgard, hell more recently I tried to take over Midgard with intentions of one day crushing Odin. I would still crush him but let us move on, shall we? I grew up thinking that I was the son of Odin and Frigga, that my brothers were the all-powerful gods Baldr, Vali, Tyr, and more importantly, Thor. Yet I always had this feeling that I didn't belong. Appearance aside, they all had the respect of Odin. I often like an outcast from the time I was old enough to think. It wasn't until I was older that I understood why.

My life had been stolen from me, my heritage, my everything. This was never the Loki that I was supposed to be. I was no Asgardian. The God of Mischief moniker was only given to me as a decree by Odin to make me feel as though I fit in, in Asgard. I never felt the love or respect that Odin swore he had for me. When I was a mere child not much younger than Thor watched our father gift him Mjolnir and essentially limitless power, I knew then that I would forever have to live in the shadow of my elder brother.

Living in the shadow of one's brother under the false pretense that maybe one day Asgard would come under my rule but knowing that would never come to fruition changed me. That was just one of the many changes that Odin should have tried harder to avoid. I became more benevolent over time, out of pure jealousy. Yet I think, had I known what I knew nowโ€ฆ Would I have turned out the same?

I eventually found the truth of who I was. That I was no Asgardian. That I was actually one of the last Frost Giantsโ€ฆ They had all been killed by Odin himself. I also realized that why ever I was here in Asgardโ€ฆ I was just another pawn in Odin's plan to survive Ragnarok. That almighty wisdom of his would someday prove to be his downfall.

I went about life from that point with the intention of taking Asgard by force. I traveled the nine realms seeking far more truth than Odin would ever give to me. Thousands of years later and here I am, I have decided not only will Asgard be mine but all of the Nine Realms will bow at my feet. The lines of good and evil are so blurred and I believe that the nine realms under my guidance will be far better off than they ever were at Odin's.

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Phantasmagoria

Jul 21st 2020 - 4:45 AM




The last sentence ran through her mind again; โ€˜You are my angel of chaos.โ€™

Angel of Chaos. Yes, she liked the sound of that. Another pseudonym to add her ever growing collection. Draven; Child of Beautiful Shadows, Anomalous Entity, Crystalline Guardian, Holistic Goddess, Angel of Chaos.

But who was this? She had assumed that it would be an army or some catastrophic creature or event that would be the end of her Bonding to Baldr and she would simply either be inherited by another or would have to choose again, maybe even challenge more of her kind for a new God. She had often wondered what they were up to and how advanced they were now after all these years. The ones that were still alive anyway. And would she even be a match for them? They had all fully Joined with their accepted Gods, Draven was the only one left who hadnโ€™t. The others could be at full evolution and alignment now for all she knew. Still, it was better than this existence, right? What was the worst that could happen? Sheโ€™d die a warriorโ€™s death and likely be taken to Valhalla and from there she could at least find out their plans and strategies for the oncoming battle of Ragnarok.

But this? She had not expected this. Her mind ran through with a thousand possibilities, but they kept on settling back to one particular theory that felt like truth. The Hidden God was coming to challenge Baldr. The secret one they had so long tried to keep her away from even any knowledge of. She smiled at the crow.
Loki was coming.


The crow cawed back at her ruffling its feathers, one floating to the ground. As much as she wanted to keep that piece of parchment she knew better. Instead she took a clip from her hair and pierced it through the heart that laid between the two sentences, like an arrow and returned the paper to the crow, opting instead to keep the feather as a momentum.


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Jul 21st 2020 - 3:36 AM



Draven stared at the words on the paper the animal had brought her. She smiled at the intentional misspelling. She knew this language, it was as old as the universe itself, not even a language per say really, for it had no real sound or spelling it was just a pure communication in its original form. A coded message disguised as a love letter, no doubt to misdirect anyone that may intercept the message along the way. Clever. Very clever.

Still it was difficult translate even for she who understood it. โ€˜Bethโ€™ - the mutual pledging of things to be won or lost based on some future event. โ€˜Roveโ€™ โ€“ to wander or stray with no fixed destination. Or rather Roved, as in past tense. As if it were guaranteed, for there was really no such thing as linear time past the perception of those that accepted it as measurement with which to punctuate and coordinate their lives by. But she had been right. Baldrโ€™s dreams too. Something was coming. A challenge or war of some kind. One that was not Ragnarok, but most definitely the catalyst of.



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Jul 19th 2020 - 10:19 AM



Sif knew neither the rhyme nor reason for Loki to have set foot on the training grounds. To her knowledge, it had been some time since she had even seen him in the vicinity. But when the great golden helmet was removed to reveal the sharp handsome features and the hair jet black as her own, she nodded. His words, however, without precursor or preamble (something she actually appreciated), made her blink and actually step back to regard the Laufeyson as though he had suddenly sprouted another head. Blue eyes stared at him for a pregnant moment or two before blinking once again, as she realized he was genuine and serious.

โ€œAnd the AllFather commanded I accompany you?โ€

Sif was simply beyond understanding as to why the Lord of Mischief would come to her, of his own free will, out of any other warrior in Odinโ€™s Einjarhar, to assist him. They had not seen eye to eye it was true but there was genuine animosity coming from the blue-eyed woman across from him. Grudges were not something to be held, that was taught as a part of being an Asgardian Warrior; one was to forgive and yet never forget, allowing those who have wronged us, to right those wrongs through change. Sif practiced this regularly, except with Loki. A few centuries ago, she came to the conclusion that forgiving Loki of his trespass against her, was simply beyond her capabilities. It was made worse by the fact that it had been nothing more to him than a joke; a prank and nothing more, and yet it had devastated her beyond words. Perhaps it was the tender emotions of preteen adolescence, and perhaps it was her vanity or the ridicule that had come from it; regardless it had been enough to scar the Lady Sif in a way that no physical weapon ever could.

โ€Sif! What happened to your beautiful hair?โ€

โ€œSif! What is that black fuzz on your head are you wearing a beaver?โ€

โ€œSif the golden no longer, huh Sif?โ€

The comments had been cruel as children were mean to those that were different, those they were jealous of, and those that stood out; once Loki cut Sifโ€™s hair she became all three all at once. The fall from the social pedestal of grace within the upper popular echelon of the youth of Asgard had been a hard one, as the fall elevation was high and the fall that much harder, all proverbial of course. Tears had sprung to her eyes several times a day, and once she had to begin the fighting, well, that was when her calling had come upon her. She was no Lady to be married and a broodmare with no other glory to contend, no she had always been a natural-born leader and a warrioress in her heart. It had taken Lokiโ€™s vicious cruelty absent of thought to bring her to it. But the pain had been long-suffering, and even still she received barbs for it.

As Loki went on to explain, Sif continued to stare at him as though he were speaking another language she didnโ€™t understand. Blinking a few times the Warrior Maid, stepped back again to consider the gravity of the words that had been laid out before her.

The AllFather was set out to be rid of his adopted troublemaker of a son, wasnโ€™t far off of par when one was to think about it. The Borson was crafty, and usually wise in his actions, but this was different; it seemed like a desperate move, but one that was necessary. It was for this reason alone that Sif actually gave the matter at hand any thought. Remaining silent, she looked down at the box being held out to her and arched a brow. It was a box. Small in size, black in color, and completely non-descript. A smooth brow furrowed as she reached out to take the box from Lokiโ€™s outstretched hands.

Sif examined the box in with such thoroughness that she may have well opened it and saved her self the trouble. However, pandoraโ€™s box had been a true event in Midgardian history, thanks to the Greeks, and she had no wish to open it though it would be prudent to do so before handing it to the King of Vanaheim, even if he was king in name only. Shaking her head Sif finally levied her full attention on Loki, and canted her head to the side just slightly.

โ€œWhy me Loki? Volstagg, Hogun, even Fandral would have been suitable to assist in this matter. Why me when you know of our โ€ฆ mutual dislike of one another?โ€

She didnโ€™t give him time to respond. Instead, she glanced over towards the setting sun and nodded to him. Decision made, not out of the goodness of her heart or even for Loki at all. She wanted to know what was going on between Asgard and Vanaheim. After all, they were Friggaโ€™s people, sending Loki was strange at best, and ergo warranted her curiosity.

โ€œWeโ€™ll leave at dawn.โ€


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Jul 19th 2020 - 1:15 AM


Thank you for accepting my request. By now you should know who I am. If not let me introduce myself. I'm Carol Danvers, better known as Captain Marvel. Kree warrior, nerd, flerken wrangler and general bad ass. With that out of the way, I'm always open to discussing a storyline. So just drop me a line if you're interested.
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Jul 17th 2020 - 7:52 PM


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Jul 17th 2020 - 7:06 PM



LMFAO!!! This is soย youย in RL too!

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Jul 17th 2020 - 1:23 PM


Maker's breath Loki my Love! I cannot stop reading this starter, I love the way your writing always wraps my soul in it and takes me there. Fuuuuuck! You're always soooo f***ing awesome!!!ย 

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Jul 16th 2020 - 3:58 PM



Ever since the Odinson had taken interest in his Mortal, the residents of Midgard had benefited from the God of Thunderโ€™s presence more often than not; certainly more so than his own home realm did. It was with a vicious stab of bitter envy that Sif levied far too much force in her next stance and up-ended her sparring partner before the younger man had had the chance to even take a proper stance. Sighing, the warrior maid reached down to help the wide-eyed youth to his feet. Coughing a little she glanced to the Master at Arms, with a blue sheepish, spoke to her trainee.

โ€œNever let your guard down, any good warrior will be waiting for just that moment. Again.โ€

Stepping back she took up a defensive position and waited, this time for the youth to come at her again. She knew well that he had balked at being paired with her, and she was determined to make him one of the best warriors she could, his pride might not survive, but he would. When the young, Yuri, came bolting at her swinging his sword at her she rolled her eyes and simply swept her foot along the boyโ€™s feet sending to his back in the dirt. Stepping back she reached down to help him up.

โ€œAgain.โ€

โ€œAgain.โ€

โ€œAgain.โ€

โ€œAgain.โ€

The sun was bathing the golden city of the Realm Eternal with the last rays of the day, and kissing it goodbye with a barrage of colors to remember it by, before Sif allowed Yuri to finally take his leave. She knew he would hate her for most of his training, and she also knew he would learn from it and it would keep him alive after all, the methods had worked out well for her. The other warriors had long since cleaned their weapons and set them with care for the next day, and Sif was in the midst of echoing that task when she heard the sand crunch behind her. Long shadows were cast from the west and she knew that silhouette anywhere. Without looking up she listened as the Trickster God spoke to her, and debated mentally about answering him at all.

Once upon a time, they had been close, once upon a time trust and fellowship had been theirs, and then betrayal had ripped that asunder to lay decaying underfoot. Sif had no use for Loki Laufeyson. None, not anymore. Brother of Thor, Son of Odin and Frigga, it mattered not to her. She tolerated the God, and nothing more.

โ€Sif! Your hair is so beautiful!โ€

Many years prior to having chosen a warriorโ€™s path, I had been quite the girly girl. Going to the market, ribbons, vanity, they were all apart of my repertoire, but my crowning achievement was the brilliant golden dresses that hung well down to my hips. The locks fell in soft waves down my back, shimmering in shades of flaxen to warm honey and everything in between.

Vanity was indeed mine and I spent much of my day playing with my hair. However, despite all of this, it was my nature to adventure with Thor and Loki. We had grown up together exploring first the palace grounds, then out to the All-Fatherโ€™s woods, only to eventually build-up to the right of passage that would grant us first trip through the Bifrost. It was this honor that was in my heart the night before my life changed at the hands of Loki Laufeyson.

Having fallen asleep not in my room, but rather in the library of the Aesir, my head rested upon a book about Alfheim, the golden halo of hair giving me a truly divine vision. That was the last thing I remembered, as the Light Elves of Alfheim danced through my dreams. However, upon waking I felt my head feel far lighter than usual. Looking down I could see the shorn locks haphazardly strewn, and to this day I didnโ€™t remember screaming, but truth be told my scream brought the All-Father himself and even members of the Einjarhar ready for battle.

It was gone; all of it, just allโ€ฆ.gone. Reaching up I felt her head and at the uneven shear, and then where the assailant had made no effort to come forward with the consequences of such a heinous act, the very distraught twelve-year-old me was inconsolable. It was the All-Mother that had taken an interest in this, as I was as a goddaughter to her. To my unending shame, I wore a hat at all times and had cut the rest of the hair off to allow for an even regrowth. And while I was a Goddess and her hair would grow back, it was the trauma of such an event that lead me to follow in the Queenโ€™s footsteps and find out who was responsible for ruining my life at twelve years old.

โ€œ What is it you want, Laufeyson?โ€

Her tone brooked no-nonsense and she kept her back to him, though her body was rigid with tension. Thor was nowhere to be found, had no reason to be anything but barely civil to the creature that had truly forced her onto a new path. And she enjoyed the life of a warrior, the child inside of her still hurt and bore that petty grudge against Loki. Somethings would never change. Sif kept her back to the Lord of Mischief until she was finished cleaning and sharpening the weapons used for sparring.

Eventually, Sif turned around and crossed her arms beneath her bosom and breastplate only to listen to whatever Loki had to say. It had been a long while since she had been adventuring, despite the urging of the Warriors Three, it was not the same for her, without Thor. So rather she had thrown herself into training other warriors, while her own skills were honed to such a sharp edge that a single strand of hair could have been split, let alone an adversaryโ€™s skull. Sif knew her disadvantages in battle and made them her strengths. She was smaller and not as strong as the other warriors she fought beside, but it allowed her a much greater speed than they as well. Her point of attack was never the center mass, but the extremities. Center Mass worked well for a berserker or a war hammer, but for a Maid of only 425 pounds, it was a death sentence. And if one could not stand one could not swing their axe. It was simple logic to her, though it continued to baffle many of her brotherโ€™s in arms.

Giving a shake of her dark head, hair black as midnight pulled up into a high ponytail, she finally turned to face the Laufeyson, and tilted her head to the side in expectation, saying nothing more, but only waiting, as though giving him a silent measure of her time that was dwindling quickly.


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Jul 15th 2020 - 10:05 PM



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Jul 14th 2020 - 2:35 AM


Hello there, allow me to introduce myself. I am Yennefer of Vengerberg, or you might know me as the Mage, or a number of little antidotes people like to come up with when they are bored. Whatever you would like to call me whether it be flattering or crud I honestly do not care. What I do care about though is coming up with a brilliant and thrilling storyline. So please don't bore me with pleasantries and lets get right to the point and create!
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