Description

Personality

*Character Alignment: Chaotic Evil

*Personality: According to legend, Loki was a god akin to characters such as Ares; Deceitful, vicious, arrogant and above all, cowardly. Jotunn Loki however, is only one...two...well, he's pretty much the same. Loki dislikes any situation in which the odds are not heavily stacked in his favor or when victory is not within reach. Although he carries himself with regality and a calm, stoic bearing, Loki is constantly judging his surroundings and the beings inhabiting them--usually quite harshly. If something actually did meet his rediculously high expectations, he'd most likely dwell on why exactly this item or person is so intriguing, picking it apart until it's flaws are obvious and until he's a miserable man once more.

When dealing with others, Loki tries to put on a mask of friendliness and a jovial attitude...but he's truly just using you. Whether it's because he's lonely and requires someone to talk to, or he see's some sort of potential boon in the relationship, Loki is a man of cruel intelligence who will never form a bond unless it has something in it for him. Probably the only thing in this world he doesn't loathe is his vessel, the boat of the damned, Naglfar.

*Combat Strengths: Psychological Warfare expert, excellent balance of melee, range and magic, and high durability

*Combat Weaknesses: Low pain threshold, low defenses, clumsy when not in Naglfar's presence

Equipment

*Weapon: Jormungandr: A wickedly edged chain made of tarnished silver that can uncoil to roughly ten feet in length. Along the length of each three inch link of metal, miniscule neon runes have been inscribed. Those who stare at the design overly long begin to feel a sense of utter wrongness and nauseia.

*Noble Phantasms: Orm Entousen; "One-thousand Snakes"- By linking portals to the many planes of Asgard, Midgard, Niflheim and several other realms of existance, Loki artificially extends Jormungandr's length to unreal amounts. The first 'portal' appears somewhere near Loki himself, and reopens on a point in the air of his choice, which in turn links to yet another portal. By using this technique, Loki can open up to ten gates and extend his chain to roughly three-hundred meters.

Hær Fenrir; "Fenrir's Army"- Loki brings forth the rage and despair of his lost child, the great wolf Fenrir, and unleashes a torrent of large spectral wolves to assail the enemy. As a whole, the attack doesn't inflict much damage physically, but mentally. The spiritual assault tears apart the target's resolve and will to fight, weakening the power of their magical abilites and their confidence in their own skill as well.

Naglfar Grinden; "Gate of Naglfar"- Loki's ability to open the gate to Niflheim and bring forth the vessel of the damned, Naglfar. Naglfar appears through a massive hexagram and levitates in midair. It is a giant, Norse skimmer who's base and prow are made of the toenails and fingernails of the damned. It's mast and sail are made of human bone and skin respectively. To top off the already gruesome boat, Naglfar itself radiates a palpable aura of unnatural fear that drastically reduces mental, divine and infernal magic when in it's sphere of influence which extends outward of Naglfar up to about fifteen feet.

History

*Motivation: If you asked him, Loki would say it was the Grail. In truth, he wanted to walk among men once more. It had been centuries since mortals stopped believing in his kind and the great sundering Ragnarok left his own realm in ruins. Dead gods don't make for good conversationalists. In the end, Loki returned out of loneliness.

*Sample Post: It was dark. It was always dark. Gray flecks of ash and dust rained down on the glade in a ceaseless, soundless snow. The bleak cinder covered the scoured earth as far as the eye could see. Loki sat cross-legged in the center of the deathly silent world, leaning against a large stone that ended in a wicked point. He stared into his hands at a small skull and absently stroked the fleshless ivory bone.
"Sigyn..." Loki slowly raised the skull to peer into it's empty sockets. "Do you miss me, dear wife?" he laughed ruefully. "I'd imagine not. You let them bind me to this damnable rock...you never emptied the venom from that bowl fast enough either...and now you're dead! Just like the rest!"

Despite his manic smile, a single tear slid down Loki's face turning black as it gathered the ash from it's path. Gently setting down Sigyn's skull, the jotunn arose from his seat. Clouds of ash billowed from his form but the man payed them no heed. With a snap of his fingers a neon hexagram appeared several handspans from the ground. From it, a macabre and deathless vessel issued forth bringing with it the only sound Loki could ever look forward to hearing in this ruined world aside from his own voice; The anguished wails of the damned. "Naglfar. Come."

In the blink of an eye Loki was on the prow of the otherworldly ship and looking towards the lightless horizon. The boat of the damned started forward with a lurch. Although it seemed to be making little progress, Naglfar and it's master covered hundreds of miles in moments. In no time at all they were passing the leaning tower that was once Odin's abode. Loki hopped off of the deathly vessel and allowed it to return to Niflheim. Landing on the edge of a crumbling balcony, Loki made his way into the dilapidated building. Silence greeted him--as always--and the jotunn laid his eyes on the only thing left in Asgard that still had a semblance of life. Odin's font, a great bowl of crystal blue water that remained unmolested by the destruction wrought by ragnarok. He dipped a finger into it's depths and was rewarded with an image of Midgard, the human realm. What he saw made Loki's heart jump. The humans! They were alive! Not only that, but thriving! Massive buildings breaking through the clouds, steel chariots, bows of metal and flame...how long had he been sitting there? The last he'd seen of Midgard, there was nothing but fire and primordial chaos left in Ragnarok's wake.

Loki hastily summoned Naglfar once more and leapt onto it's decaying stern. "It looks as if we have a new world to play in." a horrid pain stabbed into his side, where he had nearly died in battle with his fellow god. Loki grinned and pressed a palm to the bloody wound. "Heimdllar...even in death, you have to ruin my fun."