 Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 11:07 pm
[imgleft]http://i1241.photobucket.com/albums/gg513/Zomplode/Loki-1.jpg[/imgleft] Name: Loki
Age: 22
Race: Warlock
Gender: Male
Orientation: Pansexual
Collar: Purple leather
Charm(s): An arrow and a heart.
Personality: Loki is very rebellious and humorous, he loves making people laugh, but he also a big pervert in some areas.
Bio: Loki was born and raised as a warlock, even though he never really used any of it anyway -as a child-. His father was a very strict man, he would always be on his high horse, making Loki train everyday after school, as if he was getting ready for battle, or as if there was some kind of war being ready to ascend...Which there wasn’t. He always thought his father was crazy with the whole “warlock” thing, he wasn’t ever interested in it....More than anything he just wanted to be a normal kid, like everyone else on earth. Instead he grew as a downworlder...
One night, Loki was laying in bed...Sighing frantically as if he was bored and he wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. He had gotten up from his bed, throwing his blanket off him as if he were annoyed; walking over to his desk, he took an old book off of it...Opening it and turning the pages until he ended up on the page that he seemed to be looking for. The top of the page said ”continere”, meaning Control. He started chanting the words ”Motus. Sonos. Actus corporis. Automata mentis”, thinking of the one person he wanted to do this spell on, he kept that person in mind and at the same time he thought of a command “No more training” he thought to himself, hoping the little spell worked. With another sigh, Loki closed the book shut, setting it back on the desk; he knew the spell wouldn’t work...His powers were always weak, and thats why his father made him train...To be like him, which he never wanted. The next day he came home from school, nothing changed it was all the same and Loki knew nothing would happen...He wasn’t worthy to be the race he was.
The nigh came and Loki was ready to leave, he’d planned on running away for awhile now...He hated the place anyway, and since he wasn’t ever going to meet his fathers expectations he left through his window, leaving open as a sign that he was gone...And for good. Being a seventeen year old, he could live by himself, he had money and a job as well; he ended up staying at a friends place, and his job was at a night bar, where he pretended to be 21...Since it was a hole in the wall, no one really cared what age he was.
The night was a cold one, since it was getting ready to be winter. Loki was walking back home from work and he was incredibly exhausted...Not to mention drunk, since he acted as a host to a group of ladies who wanted a little man candy. He walked past a few groups of people talking about different clubs and hot spots and what not, he chuckled as he thought of himself dancing for singing at karaoke, hearing himself sing would be the most embarrassing thing he would hear...Though it would be alright if one of his friends did it, thats the fun.
The night grew, foggy, as he entered the dark side of the city...He felt uneasy as he stumbled around, he ended up falling into a talling, shady-looking man. He grabbed Loki by the shoulders, leaning his face nears his and breathing for a scent. Loki tried to pull away, but the alcohol made him weak. “Found you” the man whispered viciously into Loki’s ear.
Loki gasped as the man bit into his neck, sucking out his very life, blood, and whatever else he still had left; he ended up passing out in the process, due to loss of blood and when waking up, he was in for the surprise...And a hangover. He was in a cage, wearing nothing else but a collar, his necklace and a pair of rugged pants.
Seme, uke, or seke?: Seke
Anything else relevant: Loki has two tattoos and a necklace that was his great great grandfather’s, passed down from his father. One time when he was being enslaved by another master, he wasn't being obedient and he lost his eye...So he wears a patch.Format here
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