Loki

[Loki]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png] FULL NAME Loki Nestorio. NICKNAME(S) Loki. Lo. AGE Sixteen years. GENDER Male. ORIENTATION Heterosexual. ASSOCIATED WITH Nightfall. HUMAN Mason Kai Ashcroft - Foxx. MAGIC ABILITY The brute can replicate by means of psionic projection and cellular mitosis. Psionic projections are corporeal thought-waves which can be solidified into perfect copies of himself almost instantly (they can also be destroyed instantly). While psionic projections appear completely real (their imposing size and ghoulish snarl as equally terrifying as the real thing in the dark of night), they are mere illusions that cannot speak and cannot be touched. Projections cannot be attacked or injured, which means they also cannot attack or injure. If one were to attack a projection, they would find themselves simply moving through the shadowy form, appearing on the other side without having felt anything touch their own skin. In all actuality, these projections are mere dummies placed by the puppet-master, remaining where placed unless Loki provides strict direction on what to do next. They willingly stand in dark corners for hours on end, though he more often than not has them within his presence. After years of extensive and grueling training among the soldiers of Nightfall, the brute has finally mastered psionic projection. He is capable of summoning roughly fifteen projections at a time, but can only control two at a time. Cellular mitosis is far more challenging than psionic projections, but the reward is far greater if done correctly. Creating copies of things by touch was a childhood joy for the wolf, but the idea had never before occurred to him to.. make a copy of himself. The male can create multiple copies of inanimate and living objects, though he must be touching them to do so. Loki accomplishes cellular mitosis by splitting off a piece of himself (a tail-tip, for example), then Loki can simply touch the separate piece and focus his energy to replicate his own body with it. These replications are solid, independent wolves once the process of mitosis is complete - though they cooperate with the will of Loki, as they all have the same mind and goals. Loki is aware of their environment and their separate senses, though it takes much concentration to actually focus on their intake of the world. These replications can be injured (even killed) without causing physical harm to Loki, but he will feel them die as though he himself were dying. If Loki's own body is killed, (if he is quick enough) he can transfer his existence to any physical replication that is alive (this is not possible with illusory copies). He can create two other physical copies of himself as of now - what he does not know is that with age he will discover that his body itself is capable of mitosis. He will be capable of splitting himself directly, and he will also learn to use his power to heal rather than simply copy. Decoy creation: a projection replica to act as a decoy. Flood: copy an item and use it to overrun an area (like water or sand). Instant Army: an instant army at disposal (so far he has only mastered the army with psionic projections). Temporal Copy: call forth a copy from the past (an ally of his making who'd fallen ten minutes ago, for example). Vanguard: use the copies as a living shield. Loki can also replicate powers with blood as a medium. Haemopotent Replication, to be exact; it takes only a single bite for Loki to gain possession of another's power, though he can only use them for however long he can taste their blood on his tongue. Any replications created after his absorption are also capable of using the power absorbed, though they themselves do not gain the power upon ingesting blood. FUR COLOR Black. EYE COLOR Black. HEIGHT Five feet eight inches. WEIGHT Roughly eight hundred twenty pounds. BASIC BUILD Bred by the Aurora for the purpose of defending their castle, Loki has aged into the warrior that they had hoped for. Unfortunately for the Aurora, his physical strength will now be used against them instead of for them. The black wolf is extremely large, his towering form raising him to an impressive height of nearly six feet. The black wolf is almost as tall as the average man, his limbs long and his shoulders broad beneath a thick coat. Built in the manner of a graceful tank, the male is notorious for his oddly quiet steps on such large paws. Rarely heard when pacing behind his Mason, the wolf's body seems to have risen from the shadows themselves. His dark coat is long and the hair is soft, constantly shifting with his movements and in the night often disappearing from sight completely. His eyes, which are just as equally black as his eyes, are bottomless pits of fathomless depth, expressionless and empty no matter his emotions. PERMANENT MARKINGS none. OTHER n/a. PERSONALITY Very nearly mute, it is not often that Loki finds himself using his voice to speak to those around him. While he will openly communicate via body language and the various noises a wolf can create, as a wolf he finds conversation uninteresting and (for the most part) unnecessary. That is not to say that he finds company to be distasteful, mind you - he can tolerate the quiet company of humans and even other wolves, but tires fairly quickly of those who find it necessary to fill any amount of silence with words. He can either be a wonderful traveling companion or a horrid one, depending on one's outlook on the definition of companionship. When caught unguarded, however, one will quickly learn that Loki has a depth within him that words in themselves cannot properly convey. At any point when he does openly speak to someone in private (for the most part this is Mason), there is a baffling amount of wisdom in his fairly young mind. The dark-eyed brute is a creature of thought, an individual who adores to learn nearly as much as wolf pups enjoy to play. He yearns to learn new things, impatience taking wing when he knows that things are being withheld from him - this brings about the obstacle that has plagued Loki since his first years. How is he to gain this knowledge that he wants without being forced to actually ask for it? This, as can be expected, is where the brute's sheer size and admittedly gruff manner can come into play. It is not as though this manner is any different from is demeanor in general, mind you; Loki is quite mean, to put it bluntly, even though he does not often intend to be so. MOTHER FATHER SIBLINGS OTHERS OF SIGNIFICANCE n/a. HISTORY His first memories consist of a soft-tongued mother and the struggle of siblings to gain access to her teats. Their small den smelled of milk and a single male's musk, the female's sole purpose being to procreate with the warrior whom had chosen her as his mate. She was patient and quiet, her demeanor one which matched her fragile appearance. The slight she-wolf had never been a warrior, nor had she ever been destined to be before she fell pregnant at the young age of five - thus her loss of rank to motherhood was not mourned by the Aurora. Instead they celebrated (mildly) her pregnancy, as her litter would be one of several meant to replenish the ranks of wolves within Castle Lykos. Within the last month of her pregnancy the she-wolf was given a relatively small room on a massive hall within the castle that was designated specifically for birthing dens. The quarters were a mite bit cramped, its' stone floor covered with a thick layer of straw and its' ceiling housing a heating lamp. To a wolf, it was shoddy at best - his mother would have preferred to be allowed a chance to dig her own den rather than give birth in the human's castle. But the design of this "birthing hall" allowed the humans to overlook the pregnancy and the birthing, medical attention swift to descend if anything should go wrong. And the she-wolves allowed it, as they were fed only the best of meats and their water was as pure as a waterfall from heaven. The Aurora, however, did not account for kidnapping when they built this hall - and thus the thieves got away with more than just one pup. They actually escaped with three, Loki being one of them. In the dark of night the pup was roused from his sleep by the most peculiar scent, his eyes not bothering to open as his mother gave no signs of distress. Despite the scent being odd, it was obviously not anything to worry about, and so he attempted to drift once more to sleep with a nipple in his slack jaws. Hands enveloped his small body, lifting him from the straw-covered floor and separating him from his mother's warmth. Alarm, hot and painful, shot through the small black pup. Being parted from mother meant almost certain death, at least within the mind of a wolf. His scream lifted immediately into the air, his small teeth glinting harmlessly beneath the orange glow of the heat lamp. He could hear his mother standing, a growl already within her throat, and the scent of blood was all he could register after being dumped into a burlap sack where another pup already rested. This pup's scent was unfamiliar but calming all the same, and it was this presence and the scent of his mother's blood that convinced Loki to be quiet. He settled beside the pup within the bag, aware of being carried by a human's stride. Another pup was dropped onto the pair already within the bag, and this small male sure did have a set of lungs on him. His high-pitched howling did not so much startle Loki as it did give him courage; the three wailed pitifully until the sounds of their mother's protests faded far behind them. They were being taken somewhere, somewhere completely unknown and without their mother to protect them. They were going to die. But they did not, and for this Loki is thankful to the Dark Queen. Being dumped at her feet, however, was not a truly pleasant experience. He wished that she had made sure her men would be gentle with them, his body sore from the rough travel. She gazed upon them in what seemed to be awe, her eyes glittering and her smile wide with welcome. She reached forth and plucked up the pup with the longest tail, cooing in her human language about something that Loki did not particularly care about. She seemed to truly love this puppy she held, and the small pup bit her wrists in his confusion of what was going on. One would think that a biting habit would cause the woman to cast away the pup for another, but in the years following, Loki watched the two grow closer than he'd ever imagined possible. Loki himself was sent to the warriors, his large size already obvious in his puphood - the top ranks of her Majesty's army spent hours every single day shaping the young wolf into a soldier. And a soldier he became, though when it came to his powers it was nowhere near easy. The brute discovered it one day while drinking from a creek, his thirst seemingly unquenchable no matter how many gallons he gulped into his stomach. Within his mind he cursed this planet for its' shoddy job at keeping its' inhabitants alive, and wished forlorn that the creek would expand into a lake - which is just what it did. As he took a single step forward and placed his right fore-paw into the water (a maneuver which had been meant to cool him further by use of pawpads), the creek's banks disappeared within his vicinity as water seemed to flood from his position. Bewildered, he merely watched for a moment, his inquisitive mind searching for the means of this phenomenon. It was only once he realized the flood seemed to be coming from beneath his own feet did he step from the water's touch, abandoning it and leaving the excess to soak into the ground and leave the creek to return to normal. With a smirk on his maw and a new idea forming within his mind, the wolf turned to home to practice his new-found talent. Discovering his ability to create psionic projections is a bit of a funny story, really, though the ending is quite a shame. A particularly beautiful she-wolf caught his eye at the age of three, his hormones taking wing and his eager mind tripping over itself to impress the girl. He would never have the courage to approach her directly, this he knew quite certainly. Why, he had never spoken to a female in all his days, including his own mother; how was he supposed to get this beautiful maiden to favor him over her various other suitors? He spent his days watching her parade about the realm of the Nightfall, her head high and her tail wavering towards all whom looked her way. She was a vain bitch, but Loki was infatuated, and in all his concentration the tiniest flickers of himself appeared before her. She squealed, leaping back from the phantom figure of a black wolf with black eyes, who disappeared within the same second that he appeared. Loki himself, hiding as he was behind a thick-trunked tree, was bewildered again - and so he did it again. And again. And again. He practiced for years following, actually giving up on his hunt for the whore in order to focus perfecting his cloning art. OOC NAME Prinkipissa. OTHER CHARACTERS none. HOW YOU FOUND US advertisement (cannot exactly recall where).

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png] PENDING I know his wanted ad says differently but, with the updating we did on the storyline for the reopen, he needs to be 16 to be a stolen pup. That is all.

[Loki]

Edited. :3

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png] ACCEPTED Soooooo excited for him. Thank you for taking him! He's lovely. Please do your claims. And welcome to Cataclysm! We are so happy to have you.