So he had been invited to this place? Not bad considering that the most scenic place he had see over the last few centuries was white hot pain. But technically, he couldn't see the pain, only feel it.

The youthful looking brute cautiously crept into the terra lands. Many punishments had made him nervous when coming upon new companions. A dark forelock was thrown back, out of his face to better view his new surroundings. His ivory hooves scattered the smaller pebbles among the larger ones, which he sidestepped to avoid.

Thoughts spun around and around in his head. Being just on the border of these lands, he still had the option of turning back and living life out as he always had. Alone and depressed. Maybe if he just stuck around for a bit...

With that, he voiced a small call out to anyone nearby. Not something to wake the dead, but just something to tell others close by that, Yes, he was here. Ending the shout, Loki braced himself for the onslaught of questions.

[title] Loki

[complexion] the robust and self-reliant gender (*ahem* a guy)

[eons] looks almost a year, but in fact, he himself is unsure. Maybe around 600?

[lineage] paso fino

[hue] crimson flame

[outer guise] Scars, like the trails of liquid, run down his upper torso. His frame is so thin and wiry that you would expect anyone to knock him down. His outer coat is a mix of reds and coppers and chestnuts. A white blaze and two leggings were the only natural markings that Loki had been born with. His shadowy plume was carried with pride. Maybe not for his appearance, but definitely for his accomplishments. A gracefully arched nape, medium in length is carried high to show the world that so what? He could be different. A small snip had been cut away from the rest of his nose by an over-intelligent wolf some years back when he had first escaped into the wilderness. A matching notch had appeared in his ear a few months later while he was too tired to move away from a rivaling herd.

[inner presence] Loki is the god of Mischief and strife. He is pleasant and handsome in appearance, wicked in character and very changeable in his ways. Loki aids or hinders others as it is convenient to him, or when necessary to save his own skin. Renowned for his cleverness, he manages to find himself at a disadvantage because of his thoughtlessness many times. Just as a warning: In addition to Sigyn, Angrboda, and Svadilfari, he’s also slept with Skadhi, Sif, Freya, and Tyr’s wife (and, no doubt, others) while he was a god. Loki doesn't know the meaning of anti-social. He has to be surrounded by someone and everyone. But....after that incident with venom dripping onto his face because he had killed someone, Loki knew that anti-social was, sometimes, a good thing.

[bygone times] Loki is (or was, now that he was kicked out) one of the major deities in the Norse pantheon. He is the son of the giant Farbauti and the giantess Laufey. He is connected with fire and magic, and can assume many different shapes (his favorites including a horse, falcon, and fly), but since the other gods were hunting him like a fox, he thought it would be smart not to leave a trail of magic for them to follow. The god of mischief is directly responsible for the death of Balder, the god of light. He considered it an accomplishment after the way he was bragging that nothing could kill him. Well, all Loki had to do was throw some mistletoe at him and BOOM, he was dead. At least, Loki thought it was a good thing. The other gods and goddesses didn't. After fleeing for several days, they finally caught him as a fish. Oh how he hoped that they weren’t in the mood for cooked salmon, and they weren’t. He was chained to three large boulders; one under his shoulders, one under his loins, and one under his knees. A poisonous snake was placed above his head. The dripping venom that landed on him was caught by his faithful wife, Sigyn, in a bowl. But every now and then, when the bowl was filled to the brim, she had to leave him and empty it. The horrible burning acid then had no obstacle in getting on his face. Those shakes and rumbles the Vikings thought were him twisting in agony? Well, they were called earthquakes, but the Vikings thought it nonetheless. It is said that on the day of Ragnarok, Loki’s chains will break and he will lead the giants into battle against the gods. Didn’t they see? Ragnarok had already come. He was just plotting and assembling a larger army then they thought he could muster. Brilliant, Loki, just brilliant. Wait…Am I talking to myself again? Crap. I must stop playing with that rubber ducky in the bath tub…

[mug shot] obvious…

[player] Mindelan

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