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ll Castiel Novak ll Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 1:02 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:49 pm
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ll Castiel Novak ll Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 3:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:05 pm
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ll Castiel Novak ll Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 4:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 8:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 3:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 4:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 9:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 7:21 pm
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In the name of all mischief, I claim the role of Loki Laufeyson. As for my background details, I have played the role numerous times, as well as a guarantee of lengthy and detailed posts. Don’t worry for appearance, I decorate a lot. I will include a sample below, if you will indulge me.
Quote: It was the fourth day of November, and the God of Mischief remained silent, seated in his prison. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he had a wife, Sigyn, whom was given the duty to watch over him. After all, she was still his wife.
“Foolish are you, God of Mischief. Time and time again, you willingly betray family,” said Sigyn.
With his arms behind his back, he stood up and remained an inch away from the energy barrier in front of him. He tilted his head to the left. “Foolish am I? You don’t seem to understand, oh beloved wife, I am not going to tolerate this. I will not be cast down from the heavens; I will not be deemed mortal. I am a God, I am Loki. Your fate is sealed with me, whether it be death or eternity cupping a bowl in your hands to stop a serpent’s venom from reaching thy face,” he said sternly, referring to what fate had in store for them.
“What then, Loki? What then? You will make the same mistakes.”
“No, I will adapt; I will grow stronger. And when the day comes that I am free; I will remind all the nine realms that I am their ruler, that Loki will always be the greatest of them all.”
“You are a fool,” said Sigyn.
“As are you,” said Loki, though his voice came from behind her. It was all a distraction, the God of Mischief had projected himself inside to trick her. He took the key from her side, and then left the room, a wicked smirk on his face. “All too easy,” he added. Such a trick could never grow old.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 10:13 pm
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