Loki
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Post by Loki on Jun 7, 2007 13:24:05 GMT -5
Here's the extensive and ever growing list of my characters. Just PM for a role-play. ^^ I'm also up for playing cannon characters.
x-Harry Potter-x
Character Type - Original Name - Merrick Angelina Brom Nickname - Loki, for obvious reasons. Age - 17 Gender - Female Side - Undecided
Picture -
Celebrity - Since I couldn’t find anyone one better, Avril Lavigne. (Before the blonde hair)
Appearance - Being a sickly child growing up Loki’s figure remains petite, but what she lacks in mussel she makes up for in speed. With striking, warm blue eyes outlined by a wickedly black outer rim her gaze reflects not only her mischievous nature but shine with an intelligence that could never be gained from any book. Taking a step back from her inquisitive eyes you can see her facial features are soft completely contrasting her bold actions, and her lips were made for the joker smile she often wears.
Growing up in a family notorious for its gambling addictions, jail time, among thousands of other time and money consuming problems the Broms weren’t exactly the richest family on the block. Since throwing out cash on designer clothes and trinkets was out of the question the shabby mess known as Merrick’s wardrobe was an interesting mixture of hand-me-downs, thrift store articles, and her own creations. Having interesting taste, as Loki grew older and had a few extra dollars; she found that latest fashions weren’t her cup of tea. As of right now Merrick Brom is perfectly content with her lovely bedraggled clothing. One of her more simple, if not ugly, accessories is a Viking Urnes which she wears at all times featuring two snakes.
With little money for luxuries Loki, along with her two brothers, resorted to an array of rather dangerous games that their own twisted minds invented. You can picture what kind of havoc the three Brom children wreaked upon their neighborhood. As you can well imagine Loki as well as her two older brothers are riddled with little trophies from their boredom spawned adventures. One such is a disfiguring scar that runs diagonally from her left shoulder to right hip, a sad reminder of an unfortunate fall.
Personality - If you were to sum up Merrick Brom in one word it would have to be, curious. Not only is her mind forever scribbling down millions of practically useless notes on whomever and whatever happens to be nearby but she emits this unexplainable vibe that draws others to her. Sadly this is not the only way the word curious is applied to Merrick. The wondrous personality of the young woman has many, muggle and wizard alike, raising their brow and cracking a nervous smile. Drama addicted, extravagant, quick to anger but not easy to calm, interesting to say the least, and not exactly a nice or polite little girl some say it isn’t too surprising that she has no side in the war. Most think that she remains neutral so as to cause chaos on both sides without suffering any consequences, that and so she can remain “free”.
Those that know her don’t need to wonder why she shares a name with the Norse god of mischief. Much like the mean-spirited god Merrick is just a tad manipulative with a mastery of guile, and they share a lack of sympathy. Not to mention a sort of awkwardness in most sitiations envolving emotion, but that could from her entire life spent around two older brothers. Another triat they share is how fast they can run after they’ve just opened their bag of tricks against someone who just happens to be a bit bigger then themselves.
Family -
Mother:: Alive Father :: Unknown Brothers :: Alive and well. Twin Sister :: Dead at birth.
History - Halloween night and Amsterdam was full of thumping music and roaring crowds, but in a rundown section of the glorious city a very different type of screaming was happening. This night, when a gloomy fog had settaled over the neighborhood, two small girls were born into the wizarding war. With a stroke of misfortune before dawn only one child was still breathing, and just barely. For the next four years Merrick Brom who no one thought would survive a week, was bedridden as every dime her mother scraped up went to finding a way to cure her daughter. It’s roumored that this confinment caused the freedom obbsessed Merrick to loose her mind, but others beg to differ saying that this time trapped is what released her mind. While no one expected the young girl to live but hope came spiking over the horision as the small family caught news of a healer in England who had delt with this odd, organ feasting plaque.
After the tiny bundle of the Brom’s possesions were packed safely away the entire family jumped a portkey to Britian with optimisim seeping through their veins. Begging and pleading the professional healer with the bit of chump change they could scrounge togeather. After a year of asking the odd family was able to annoy the healer into service. The potion took about a week to rid the dear Merrick of her ailment, but the Broms will be paying it off for the rest of their lives.
Once cured the real fun began. Jumping into school as soon as she could Loki jumped into studying the endless sea of the magical world. Quickly becoming a pro with hexes and charms the now ten year old prankster only perfected her skills as a trouble-maker. Before she and her two borthers were thrown out of their first school Merrick was dubbed be her potions teacher, who happened to be a Norse freak, claimed she was as much trouble to him as Loki was to Odin. From then on out the dramatic Merrick introduced herself to all as Loki Brom. Appereantly the name fit all too well since those at her new wizarding school aggreed that Loki suits her more then Merrick.
Sample Role Play -
The blackness of a starless night washed over the town square outlining every simple crack of the street with an air of mystery. This was the favorite time of day unruly devil known as Merrick Brom, though at any time of any day Loki would happily choose a warm, crowded street on a musical night over this dreadfully silent avenue. She was wrapped tight in a thick black coat. It’s bold, white stripes ran horizontally across the frock produced a startling resemblance to an old style prison uniform. True enough she had never been caught for anything worthy of jail time but it didn’t stop the young woman from acquiring the demeanor of an outlaw on the run. It was a shame there weren’t any late night drifters to cast their worried glances her way.
A coughing fit emerged from her chest and sprung into her throat completely ruining her relaxed pose. "Damn weak immune systems, may their mothers be eaten by heads of ravage cabbage…" She let her breath, along with the odd curse, out in a warm fog Loki couldn’t help but wonder what exactly she was doing sitting on the edge of the marble fountain on this freezing winter night. Honestly she couldn't even remember coming down here in the first place. No matter how far she looked back into her over stuffed memory not one image of her wandering down the slime covered alleys and to the fairly tidy square came to mind. “I am going crazy..." After a small giggle over the newly discovered condition of her mental health Merrick was back to her endless task of picking out every tiny detail she could dig up from the rather drab scenery as she’d done countless times before. Some say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result.
Shifting her cobalt gaze as the sound of tumbling trashcans rang from a backstreet she watched a thin tabby darted away from the shadowy lane. She swore to herself through chattering teeth as an icy gust ripped through the square. The reason she was so upset with herself was half for being frightened by a mere kitten and the other half for not wearing something a bit warmer then a set of light jean bell bottoms held together by a rainbow of stitches and her simple, and oversized, dark green shirt. After pulling the black fur laced collar closed around her frostbitten neck Merrick slipped her arms around her legs and pulled them close to her chest.
There was nothing to do out here, but her dozing home didn't hold much promise either. With a flick of her wrist Loki tucked a few stray locks of hair back to their cozy place behind her ear. After all out here she could always perform a few small spells. Perhaps make the head of the smiling marble witch blow to smithereens once someone grazed the rough base? Nah, that was much too predictable…
x-Pirates-x
Name: Merrick Brom, yet to most she’s only known as Loki.
Age/Birthday: 28, October 31
Position Aboard the Ship: Quarter-Master
Are you a pirate or honest seamen?: Pirate, and damn proud!
Description: Being a sickly child growing up Loki’s figure remains petite, but what she lacks in mussel she makes up for in speed. With striking light green eyes with a wickedly black outer rim reflect not only her mischievous nature but shine with intelligence that could never be gained from any meager book. Taking a step back from her eyes you can see her tanned face is slightly weather worn and a small scar appears here and there but for the most part everything remains in order and the coal colored locks which crown her head. Coming to a mere 5’5” the woman is rather short compared to many of her fellow crew members.
Since she isn’t among the nations richest women her own clothes are dreadfully simple, but those she steals happen to be a bit extravagant. Ranging from scraps of clothes to full on wardrobes the lady pirate always seems to have a new addition to her apparel. Since Merrick has never been rumored to be proper lady the thought of donning a dress seems as impossible as her sprouting a second head. To her mother’s dread she wears a baggy maroon shirt in a man’s style and a pair of loose black pants that are tucked snuggly into her thick boot which travel to her knees.
History: Born as Marilyn Brom the young girl, when she was still a whole being, was bedridden cursed never to stir as her very body would be ripped apart from the inside. Suffering from a strange illness all she could do is sit staring out her tiny window and into the chaotic port of Tortuga. While listening to the slurred songs and tales of drunken pirates dance through the crowd Marilyn learned many methods of pick pocketing, gambling, sailing, and story telling without stepping foot over the threshold. At the age of seven all hope seemed lost, Marilyn’s ailment was ravaging her already weakened body and with each passing day her fever spiked higher and higher. As the poor Miss Brom stood by her only daughter’s bedside, or rather deathbed, the miserable woman thought all hope was lost for what was left of her fragmented family. Just as the final hours of Marilyn’s life were slipping away a soft tap came from the street. An old man whose face was heavily scared from wind, rain, and blades came to the troubled Miss Brom and offered her a way to save her precious child. Striking a bargain with the woman the stranger asked for one thing and one thing only. The very sickness which caused her so much grief in return she would be given a healthy daughter, and then some.
Giving the dying Marilyn a silver necklace with a deep purple jewel the visitor commanded the feeble girl to split the stone and rid herself of her tormentor. Calling upon her last bit of strength the seven year old split the trinket and therefore split herself. After an hour of two of cleaving soul and body in half the spell of the Gemini Stone was cast so now one deathly child was replaced by two healthy children. The Gemini Stone, being part of the curse itself, was buried deep into the right and left wrist of the two half-children. The more daring of the pair was given the ruby in her left while the timid of the two was given a sapphire in her right. Before disappearing completely the newcomer took his poison and left them another little gift. “The only way to reverse the enchantment is to willingly join the gems once more.”
Once split new girl was renamed Merrick Brom while her other half kept the original title. For the next couple years Merrick dashed here and there around the slums of Tortuga constantly causing trouble only to be pestered by Marilyn to rejoin with her and give up her dangerous dreams of piracy. But the strong willed Merrick wouldn’t be tricked in to signing away her existence. After years of dancing about rundown taverns, scummy inns, and cluttered ports the now thirteen Merrick was taken on as a cabin boy, or rather girl aboard a schooner belonging to a family friend. Clinging to the sea and it’s countless wonders the naïve teen turned to an experienced lady only to be taken on as the quarter-master of the legendary Black Pearl.
Weapons you carry: A simple thick, leather, bullwhip stays tied to Merrick’s waist at all times. Yet several miniature daggers are hidden about her person.
Tattoos or special markings: There are several odd things about the young Loki yet the oddest might be a blood red gem that is embedded in her left wrist. The jewel is covered at all times with a thick silver bracelet to make sure that none of her fellow pirates become a little too interested in her cursed treasure. The ruby is only the size of a modern day dime but the spell it carries can bind even the most ferocious and bloodthirsty captain. On her other arm, running from elbow to shoulder, a long and rather vexing scar runs jagged over her flesh; a sad reminder of past mistakes.
Two Paragraph Example RP:
A soft breeze ruffled through the thick, black sails of the Pearl as the creaks and groans of the rocking legend added to the ghostly tune of the lapping waves and whistling wind. “Oh, better far to live and die under the brave black flag I fly.” The murmured lyrics drifted across the deck nearly as eerie as the whispering tempest. As mysterious and supernatural as the voice may seem it wasn’t the lamenting of some poor spirit but only the tired mumblings of the pirate currently on watch, Loki. Taking a long pause before continuing her old sea song the current quarter-master gazed up at the moon as it hung in the ebony sky like a plump ripe apple. “Than play a sanctimonious part, with a pirate head and a pirate heart, away to the cheating world go you.”
A slight shower had washed over the Pearl only hours ago soaking the floorboards and seeping rainwater into the rigging. That wasn’t even the worst of it, the smell of ten plus filthy men crammed into one space was horrid enough but with the rain it was like a pack of wet dogs sleeping below deck. She shifted her silvery green gaze out toward the ever shifting waves Loki studied her one and only love with pride. True the sea tended to be cruel and unforgiving at times, but nothing is without faults. “Where pirates all are well-to-do; but I'll be true to the song I sing, and live and die a Pirate King.”
x-Inu-Yasha-x
Name: Shougi (Prostitute) Fujiwara / Raijin (God of Thunder and Lightning) Raijin is also known as - Kaminari-sama, Raiden-sama, or Narukami.
Age: 23 / Ageless
Gender: Male in both forms though his human side prefers to dress like a woman, which severely annoys Raijin.
Race: Human / Banished God
Personality: Shougi – Antidepressants would pass through this pour soul barely leaving a scratch on the boy’s overly dramatic surface. Ever since childhood Shougi had been taught that anything he tries will fail and that he is constantly in everyone’s and anyone’s way. The fact that he began cross-dressing at a young age did not help since when ever he was spotted in a kimono his parents began apologizing to others as if he had just killed their dog. After surviving to adulthood the words and actions of his mother and father rubbed off on the impressionable Shougi seeing as now he is too afraid to start a confrontation that he won’t even try to stop an ally cat from stealing his lunch least his meal be the only one the poor creature has for the rest of its life. Still as nervous and overdramatic as he has become Shougi’s heart still remains kind and pure.
Raijin – Cocky, cold, distant, ruthless, and not a very nice person at all. Sadly the other soul that occupies the form named Shougi completely contrasts his otherwise kind hearted nature. “All those who stand in my way shall perish.” That quote best expresses the little emotion that Raijin possesses and how he acts towards others. You most defiantly do not want to find yourself alone in a dark alley with this revenge craving maniac.
Powers: Shougi being an average human, and an emotional mess doesn’t posse a real threat to a butterfly though he does hold a small talent for poisons and medicines concocted from various herbs that he learned about from the monks that inhabited his extremely religious town. Though when the full moon rises and he transforms to Raijin he is a force to recon with. He’s swift, silent, and school in the art of death with the moves to back of his vast knowledge of human and demon weaknesses. Raijin’s armor includes a scorpion like tail which he can control through the flexing and relaxing of certain mussels. Not only does this serve as an idle replacement for a bow or katana from the tip of this stinger he can force his energy through in the form of pure lightning. Since he wasn’t even gifted with the luck of being born in the body of a demon which could handle his immense power much better then that of a weak human Raijin’s true potential will remain locked until he gather’s the shards of the Shikon no Tama to ascend to his rightful place in the heavens. (Note: His ankles are the weakest point on his heavily armored body.) Raiju is a demon made of pure lightening that is considered a pet of both Shougi and Raijin. It can appear in the form of a cat, raccoon dog, monkey, weasel, and most commonly a wolf but Raiju may also fly about as a ball of pure lightening. This creature at times assists Raijin in his battle but mostly it hangs back waiting for its master to return victorious. This being, though formed from scorching bolts is only a threat when threatened or during a huge electrical storm during which it jumps chaotically through trees, fields, and villages burning or setting fire to all it touches with its thunderous cry echoing through the sky.
Weapons: Not only does Shougi lack the capacity to harm another living being but he believes violence is a useless curse that plagues this planet and all who inhabit it. Raijin on the other hand will go out of his way to force his scorpion like appendage through another’s chest. The only other weapons besides his stinger would be two large horns that rest on the shoulder blades of his metal suit and his long orange nails that he coats with a special poison provided be Shougi.
History:
Raijin - Living in the lap of luxury is putting it mildly when speaking about the former life of the god assigned to the fierce elements thunder and lightening. He was the prime choice of all the goddesses and lesser beings for battles and love. One could only imagine how many of his fatherless children are running around asking the human, half demon, or demon mother about their father and resurfacing the memory of a strange man that visited their bed on a stormy night. Still he not only had his pick of the mortal world but of any goddess willing to walk his way, married or not.
As you can see everything was heading smooth for Raijin, expect for when he began courting the moon god’s wife, Amaterasu. The goddess of the sun was renowned for her beauty and even more for her unfaithfulness to her night bound husband Tsukuyomi. Still when their love was exposed Amaterasu came to sobbing claims that it was Raijin who had forced her to betray her husband and that he should be punished for his wicked crimes. Raijin, now in full rage, shot bolts through the sky down to the mortal realm without a dark cloud in sight. This act of rebellion only angered the gods further as they banished Raijin from their realm and cast him into the womb of a meager human. Before falling from the cloudy paradise he vowed to the others that he would hunt down the Shikon no Tama and return to slaughter them all showing no mercy for their pathetic kind.
A Shougi/Raijin Mix – At birth of the inn keeper’s son everything seemed normal about the small screaming baby despite the fact that he was found to be partially deaf, and that small transformation that takes place on moonless nights. The night following his birth was dark and cold without a star in sight, instead Shougi burned brighter then the sun as his light brown locks shifted to a hellish purple and his eyes glaze over to a venomous orange as if the babe was the offspring of a devil rather then two humans. Still as shocking as this deformity was the small family had learned to control this alter ego, or at least keep the neighbors and guests from discovering their only son is a monster. At age seven the poor child was so worried about how much trouble he was causing it often brought him to tears. The beads of salty tears that fell silently to the floor made that empty feeling of weakness grow. So, deciding that he was unfit to carry on the family business as the oldest son would do he began to dress as a young woman hoping that if the merciful gods above saw their mistake they would fix it. Twelve years and a lot of misshapes later Shougi realized that he was cursed for life and would be forced to carry his two burdens for all time. Still ever night he whispers a sweet prayer hoping that one day all will be set right.
Raijin on the other hand, has very different plans for the timid boy. When the blackest nights creep on to the land the twisted soul forces Shougi’s frail bones to move in a kaleidoscope manner till it is not the sweet and lost child but the forsaken Raijin with his loathsome pet at his heels. Even with Shougi’s parents trying their best to keep to abomination they had created within the estate’s boundaries the crafty Raijin would slip out and go off hunting for the shards of the Shikon no Tama and a way back to his former life.
Still the two had to learn to live in a sort of harmony since even if one of them was in control the other could slip out if only for a moment and bend the other to his will until the grip on the body was released. As hard as the life of both Shougi and Raijin might have been after the death of Shougi's mother and father everything started to look brighter. The young and feminine man has something healthy to worry about while running the Misoki Inn and Raijin is free to slink around in the world’s darkest places to soak in the power that the Shikon jewel will grant him.
These are just a few of them so you can be sure there is more to come. I role-play many animes and mangas so don't be afraid to ask me about them. ^^
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Post by Deko on Jun 7, 2007 13:29:25 GMT -5
Hey cool.
I'd post a character but I don't really have any. Not any recent ones anyway, and they weren't as detailed or developed as yours.
Anyway, when there are more people who post their characters I'm going to make an index for this board so people can look up other users by their username and find their characters.
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Loki
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Post by Loki on Jun 7, 2007 13:33:59 GMT -5
Wicked! Well I role-play way too much so these are just some profiles I pulled off some sites. >3
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