Post by Loki Andvari on Oct 18, 2009 7:29:23 GMT -1
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage::
''Loki Andvari!!
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Im the trouble starter, damned instigator.
I’m the fear addicted, danger illustrated.
I’m a fire starter, twisted fire starter.
I’m the self inflicted, mind detonator.
Yeah. I’m the one infected, twisted animator.
I’m the fear addicted, danger illustrated.
I’m a fire starter, twisted fire starter.
I’m the self inflicted, mind detonator.
Yeah. I’m the one infected, twisted animator.
Hold the press!!
Don't go wasting all your applause just yet, save some for Philly. They have been treading the floorboards for exactly 21 years and they have been totally Female!! She has been in the spotlight roughly Six Years, and they're loving it!!
And now for the good stuff!!
We have a new kid on the block, going by the name of Loki Andvari, but only their mother calls them that; you can call them Loki or Vari! Rumour has it this dude is a totally hoopy frood; so Mum's, lock up your sons and daughters!! They've been cruising the streets of London for 81 years now, after coming into this god forsaken world on November 18th.
Here's the vitals!!
Race:: Elemental - Fuoco
Special Abilities::
1 ) Control and Creation of Fire ; Fire/Explosion balls. Varying in degrees or size. He can creature them in the palm of his hand and they are usualy let off as balls that either just burn or act like mini explosions. Also when he has created fire he can control it, for instance control a large fire into a small one or visa versa.
2) Heat transference. He can pass a portion of his power over to people he has strong connections with. Fire Manipulation but not creation. It also makes them fire proof.
3)Earth Manipulation - Completely unheard off within the records of the elementals, it’s alone kept him low in the ranks and having abilities from two tribes is looked down upon. It is a basic ability most people within the Terra get when they are younh, similar to the fire control of the Fuoco.
4) Elemental Animal - Loki can either turn into an Elemental cat (Simular to a black panther but when he moves he seems to shimmer with a bronze fire) or he can summon fire elemental animals which are usually a brown tarnish colour that shimmer with a red fire when the move. Developed a cats speed and agility when in his normal form. //Shifting not available to other characters.//
Family:: Family of the Fallen
Position in the Family:: Protector - Rank 2
The physical!!
The hair:: Loki’s hair is a deep bronze colour, seemingly a tarnished burnt brown. He keeps it pretty short at all times. Few may accuse the Fuoco’s of being vain as they have a tendency to make sure they always look perfect. Loki however does this like many Fuoco’s with out any effort at all. His hair takes virtually no styling in the slightest and it just always how he wants it.
The eyes:: Loki’s eyes have been black since the day he was born. Giving his mother good reasoning for his name. It’s a trait not common in elementals but a few don’t have the normal pigmentation that is standard in humans and in other elementals. If he gets too riled up the black of his eyes tends to tint in the same burnished bronze as his hair.
The body:: Loki is tall, around the 6”4 mark. He is thickly built and due to the fact he has been training virtually non-stop since the day he was born he has quite a lot of muscles. Also like other Fuoco’s he does like to show them off whenever he can, usually training shirtless. As far as he is concerned he is fantastic and every one should recognise the fact.
The style::torn jeans and easily discards shirts make up the main part of his wardrobe. Leather jackets thrown in here and there when the situation calls for it. He doesn’t really every get cold, his body temperature running a good 10 degree’s or more higher than a normal human. But as little as he cares for people knowing what he is, walking around topless at the height of an English winter drew too much attention.
The looks::
Loki generally goes for one look and one look only. Badass. When he isn‘t fighting or training he is down in the bars and clubs of the town. He tends to prefer to leave going out a lot at the night time so his eyes are less noticeable in the dark. Other wise he is quite attractive and was blatantly aware of it as well, he knows that he can get most peoples attention with out even trying and will do so at every opportunity.
The mental!!
The likes:: Fire, Roxi, Dancing, Food, Fighting and Women and Men in general…
The dislikes:: Idiots, Clingy People, People who insult his terrapathic ability, people who dare touch.. Or speak to Roxi…
The hopes:: To become a Protector (Obtained), To have his own family eventually, As much as he loves fighting he would love for everything to be over, humans to be safe and the Dark and Moonlit families to have paid for what they have done so he can just laze about at home and spend half him time in bed or down the bar.
The fears:: his parents or Roxi dying, Being alone, being enslaved, being bitten by a vampyre.
The talents:: Combat. Weapons or hand to hand, he has been training since he could walk in all forms. Dancing, he loves to dance and can dominate a dance floor and charm anyone who walks into the place. Singing, although he would never… Ever do it when people are listening, he is a spectacular singer - very few people know.
The bad habbits:: Snapping his fingers and creating fire when he is bored. Checking his hair.. Or himself out in every mirror or reflective surface he walks past. Forgetting to wear T-shirt in the middle of winter.
The attitude::
Too the people who he cares about he can be very nice and pretty playful. At the same time he is over protective to the extreme when it comes to his parents and especially when it comes to Roxi. Too most over people though he will come off very arrogant and brash and a little bit violent, but most people will generally expect this especially if them know he is Fuocian.
The rest!!
The parents::
Sylvia Andvari nee’ Daray, Adrian Andwari
The siblings:: Roxi O’Hara
The others:: None.
The social class:: Middle
The history::
Loki was born to a Fuoco and a Terra, the only child and his parents never really planned on having any more. Loki’s father Adrian was a general within the military and his mother Sylvia Andvari nee’ Daray was a prosperous architect. Both where very advanced in their abilities which led a lot of speculation as to which tribe their child would fall into. If Fuoco they knew he wouldn’t travel too far within the ranks as both of his parents were of Tribe Fuoco, the tribe being quite vain and proud rarely allows members to become generals unless they have two parents from the tribe.
He obtained his first ability of fire manipulation very early on, he also developed the ability to gift some of his powers to others at around age 16. Showing promise at this point of moving through the ranks of the Fuocians pretty fast, and then everything went wrong. When he was 19 and starting to traverse the military ranks, he obtained his third ability. By this point the was one of the strongest within the military and was often called upon to fight and to train. One day during routine trainings he moved the earth. An ability beyond that of the Fuoco but available to his mothers Tribe of the Terra. Tribes had been mixing for years but never had a child developed abilities from both side. He had the personality, looks and arrogance of the Fuocians and lacked the peach keeping subtlety of the Terra but it was not hard to place him in any one place.
The next few years off his life where hard, harder than most of the Fuocians. He spent far more time training than any other to prove his worth but would never succeed past the lowers ranks even though he wanted to become a protector. When he was in his 50’s his father retired from the Army and his mother from her job, she had expressed an interest in taking in those cast out and bringing them into the family. With Loki now taking place within the Army Adrian could come out with ease to focus more at home.
In this time Loki’s self confidence was practically non existence, warring with his cocky arrogant personality and his need to excel within the tribe. Rarely taken serious by other members he ended up in even more fights than others his age. Due to this he has an intense mastery over his abilities that some people three times his age are still striving for.
When he was 60 his mother finally took in some one from outside of the tribes, and outcast were cat. Loki had taken to spending quite a bit more time at home as his career was practically stagnant as he had little chance of excelling within the military. At first however he really was not happy that he would have to share his mother with some. 60 years of bullying and being calmed by your mother and trained by your father tends to make you a little family dependant. He was also viciously protective over his family and would not hesitate to burn the city down to protect them.
After a few days of awkwardness with Roxi, Loki actually stopped to take her in properly. His mother and father where very kind and accommodating but none of them knew why she had been outcast and neither of them where the type to press. Loki however did. He could be accused of being a bit a brat at this time but he failed to see anything wrong within his actions as in comparison to how people within the Tribes had treated him his whole life he was being a saint.
Things finally did break however when Roxi finally cracked under what he was saying. Loki became incredibly uncomfortable and didn’t have a clue in the slightest of what to do. His parents weren’t around and after spending several days trying to get her to come out with something he actually felt a bit of a connection with her in his own way. It obviously wasn’t apparent to her but then Fuocians did tend to have their own sense of logic. After a few minutes of Loki freaking out and not knowing what to do he just grabbed her and hugged her. His mother always called him a hot water bottle as his skin was so warm, and that he was always comforting… this was the only thing that actually made sense. And fare to say - it actually worked, she told him her story and from that day onward, she was his sister.
They became very attached over the next few years. More so than his parents had ever expected. He worked to toughen Roxi up a bit and in turn brought him back to how he used to be before developing his terrapathic ability. His transference ability worked so swiftly with Roxi he didn’t actually have to put any effort into it, if she was quite close to him she would automatically have his ability at all times, she couldn’t create fire but then Loki was rarely far away from Roxi.
He became very annoyed at the were cat royalty due to the death of Roxi’s family. Due to the amount they transfer his abilities too her they tend to read each others feelings very well and feels a bit of what she feels himself. As such he pretty much despises them.
Also possibly due to this, Loki developed a fourth ability. Another fact totally unheard of within the Fallen. Loki gives the credit of his fourth ability entirely to Roxi as he can shift into a large cat. The main fact that came from this was that he could now run with Roxi.
In the following years due to the advancement in his powers and the fact he had such a rare individual gift no one on records had ever obtained he advance to the place of protector.
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The rest!!
Even look at Roxi the wrong way and he will burn you to ash. He is very playful… and likes to melt things.. Roxi usually has to keep him in line but half of the time she encourages him
The RP sample::
So we meet again.
Four simple words, but it was enough.
Enough to put Alexandra, even the elder vampire at his side purely out of his mind and for his thoughts to centralise on the wolf in front of him.
There were few people who had the ability to throw Tyrion into such a state, but on their last meeting Tyrion had not been there alone that night when Stafan had attack the group of new vampires he had set his sights on. He had taken Dove along with him. On the records as a training assessment for a new trainee but realistically his daughter had bugged him until he had relented. He had merely brought her a long to witness as she was still plaguing him to be turned herself one day – he at least wanted her to see other new borns in the hope that it may put her off for a further few years, even though the knew the attempt was rather futile, it would at least give her a glimpse of what her life would be to come. Basing it of himself would be rather silly given his advanced years.
She had been in a room of to the side when the arrogant lycan had burst through the doors and brought on his attack. Tyrion’s attention had been split, he knew that Dove didn’t have enough strength to fight of the too fast Lycan back then so he had had to keep some of his mind on keeping him away from the room and hoping she wouldn’t exit. Many of the vampires died that night and neither himself nor the Lycan came away in good shape. Neither did Tyrion’s pride.
Tonight however, Dove was far away. And he had no one he even need to consider protecting near him.
He vaguely registered that Alexandra had spoke to him but it came at him in a slowed down fog. His mind operating at a too fast speed all vampires could operate at if they pleased, but few did for long periods of time. He’d used a similar skill set even when he was a human and fighting. Whether the fighting was in the many wars he had partaken in or was it within the watch after he first entered the twilight. Ever since he was 7 and he was told by a strange to never back down he had had the ability to process a fight with speed and efficiency that most people dreamed of.
His fingers flexed lightly out of a reflex he had never felt the need to break. In anticipation for a fight. Although he had no need for such weapons any more his mind still missed the leather hilt in his palm, many years spent training to make that simple weapon a part of his own body left the mind missing it when it was gone. Even though he had far more deadly weapons to hand without much effort these days. He didn’t live for the fight as he did back then – but he did miss its simplicity. When he stood sword in hand as a mere mortal everything was simple. It was kill or be killed and he never planned on getting killed.
The blue of his eyes completely vanished, being replaced entirely with white, the erratic wind whipping his hair completely free. Whilst it made something’s problematic, a part of his was thankful for it. The chill running across his already cold skin was welcoming and comforting as he could off wished. He hand lacking the blade his mind missed so summoned his currently into his fingers, not sparking like it usually did when he was brushing off excess energy. Tonight he wanted all of it and was willing to give himself over to it for the boost he wanted. Last time he had had to keep part of his mind to himself or he would of lost concern for Dove, this time there was no need and the sky pretty much echoed his sentiment.
The clouds getting restless from the static energy he was gathering into himself, it wouldn’t be the first time lightning had hit down when he had lost himself to it in a fight but it would be the first time any of the assembled weres would of seen it. He was pretty good at keeping the extent of his powers hidden from most people in the day watch so he would be constantly underestimated. Truth be told many of the night watch underestimated him these days. Days of battles long forgotten and merely replaced with tales of tutorage and students. People tended to think he had gone a little soft. Which in all honesty was just the way he liked it.
When people thought you had gone soft they didn’t expect you to be able to pull out such stops. He even suspected the lycan would think to related the resettles skies and clouds with him of his gift. If he did that the wolf would prove to be smarted or at least more well versed in this past that Tyrion would off ever expected. Sheet lightning struck just as Alexandra had finished speaking. Tyrion had not heard a single word of what she had said but he assumed they were direct to the other vampire. Who although Tyrion’s attention where else where he could sense he wasn’t the only one unimpressed with this meeting.
He knew the Lycan possessed speed; as such he knew that striking him from the front would be a pathetic wasted of a first hit which could define a lot of what would happen after. Thanking the watch for his position once again his shadow shifted minutely on the ground beneath him. Training many new people meant he had to enter and exit the Twilight more than most people would ever really care to do, add that to the years of which he lived and he was pretty good and entering and exiting at vampire like speeds. With his energy threatening to boil over and implode there would even be very little physical or mental damage from what he was planning. Just maybe the upset of the weather further and a momentary lapse in his power.
He practically tore his way into the twilight, not bothering to register the change in tone or speed around him as he set of at breakneck speed to the Lycan, passing him quickly within the Twilight, only needing the colour of the Lycan to draw him near without much need for thought. He tore his way back out in a similar fashion to how he had entered. With pretty much no regard to himself or those around him. Centring his strength into his limbs and aiming a square kicking to the back of the Lycan, aiming to put him of balance and to utilise the shock to his advantage, giving him a few seconds before he could bring his own speed and turn it on Tyrion. He let the electric current pretty much tear itself free onto his palms and arms as he followed through the movement. Most rational thought practically out of the window as he faced the Lycan who had been a hairbreadth away from harming his daughter.
