Loke Brisinger

[amjosa]

Loke Brisinger


Devious, cunning, sardonic

BACK TO BASICS ' '

Full Name: Loke Brisinger
Significance of Name: Loke is a modernized version of Loki, Brisinger is from a fictional word for fire, Brisingr, which probably is taken from Old Norse Brísinga "flaming, glowing". Apart from being the god of mischief, Loki was also the god of fire.
Nickname(s): N/A
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Grade: Junior
Celeb you're using: Gaspard Ulliel
Deity: Loki - Norse
Title of your deity: God of Trickery and Fire

STRIKE A POSE ' '

Physical Appearance: Tall and handsome, Loke is your typical Swede. Except for the fact that he's not blonde. Instead, a scruffy mass of dark brown covers his head, usually kept somewhere between ear and shoulder length. Like most Nordics, Loke has a narrow face with thin features and his skin is quite pale, but tans slightly in the sun. He has blue eyes that often seem to have a mischievous twinkle to them and a broad, infectious, slightly crooked smile. Scandinavians have long been known for their height and Loke is no exception. Standing at almost 1.90, he's a bit lanky, though he does have some muscle mass and could probably be quite a tough oppnonent in a fight if he wanted to. He just doesn't think there's any point risking injury when he can use his wits and cunning instead. When it comes to clothes, Loke isn't very picky. Blazers, jeans, shirts, t-shirts, whatever looks good on him and suits his current mood.

LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '

Personality Description: Loke is complex, a multidimensional, dynamic and unpredictable individual. Like fire, he can be both a friend and an enemy. Whichever suits his purpose. There is no right or wrong through his eyes; there is only want, and amusement, and the ability to hurt in the most depraved of ways. A trickster, Loke relies on trickery and deceit to reach his goals, his cunning and wits being his greatest weapons. He is a genious in his own right, though his intelligence is rarely used for good. Being the reincarnate of "the Forger of Lies", Loke is skilled at twisting the truth into falsehoods, and straightening the falsehoods into truth. Loke is sinister and hateful, mischievous in an often malicious way, a bit thoughtless at times, a troublemaker, but not without his good attributes. He's charming and witty, friendly, though subtly abusive to those friends, helpful in some situations, sometimes almost heroic. His humor is bland and sardonic, mostly spoken at the expense of others, and in such a way that one could hardly determine whether he meant to insult, or tease. There is hardly any difference, in his book. He enjoys mocking and taunting, and getting on people's nerves, which he tends to do... a lot.
Likes:
+ Chaos
+ Making fun of people
+ Pranks
+ Fire
+ Sex
Dislikes:
- Being bored
- Authority
- Goody two-shoes
- His adopted family
- His father
Strength:
+ Cunning
+ Charming
+ Incredibly good liar
Weaknesses:
- Has a tendency to get into trouble
- High biological drives
- Shifty in character
Fears:
- Dying
- His pranks backfiring
- Snakes
Goal:
+Having fun

Power/Ability: Illusions - Loki was the god of trickery and father of lies. Loke's power represents that. Basically he has the power to manipulate reality, but inside people's minds. Loke's power allows him to create highly advanced illusions by altering people's perception of reality. He can make people see, hear, feel, smell and taste things that aren't really there. Or make them unable to sense things that are. Trick their minds. Loke can create whole scenarios in people's minds, so realistic that their minds subconsciously would react to it as if it was real, even if they knew it was an illusion. This usually works for supernatural extra senses as well.

WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '

Origin: Gothenburg, Sweden
History: Loke Brisinger was born one November day at the Sahlgrenska University Hospital in Gothenburg, Sweden to a single mother. His father, some rich business man from America, had left when he found out she was pregnant. Having been a student at the time, his mother was shunned by her family and had move to a tiny apartment in the suburbs. Much of the social support she gained was wasted on drink, and the boy was often left to fend for himself. Loke spent his childhood in an area seen as the slum part of the city, where immigrants and the poor went. A place looked upon with prejudice and mistrust amongst the wealthier city people. This, along with his alcoholic mother and his absent father, helped forming him into the spiteful and sinister young man he is today.

Developing his powers at an early age, Loke quickly started using them to amuse himself A natural troublemaker, he often found himself in tricky situations, especially with authority. Though as well having a knack for getting into trouble, he also discovered he had a talent for talking his way out of it, using his wit and cunning to his advantage. The more times he got away with something, the cockier he gots. Deciding that he deserved a better life, he allowed himself to be caught by the authorities and taken from his mother, who was deemed unfit for raising him, and used his charm and cunning to get himself put in foster care with one of the finest and wealthiest families of the city. Quite an impressive feat.

Most of them could barely tolerate him though, except his older foster brother Otto. While he kept getting both himself and the entire family into trouble, he also managed to use his trickery to get them out of it and they choose to let him stay. But then came Agnes. A beautiful girl, though from the suburbs like himself. He started dating her, much to the chagrin of his foster family, and ended up making her pregnant with not just one, but three kids. When his family found out, they had the children separated and taken away, and made sure he never saw them or Agnes again.

Though he found a new, more accepted girlfriend named Signe, the despise he felt for his foster family grew after that, and his offences started getting more severe and sinister in nature, growing from relatively innocent pranks into severe criminal acts, until finally he reached a point where not even Otto could tolerate him anymore. Though he ran away from home, and tried to get away, it wasn't long before he found himself having to take responsibility for his actions. Only his young age saved him from prison, and he was commited to a youth care facility for a planned period of four years of rehabilitation. He hated every second of it.

Barely a year after he'd been locked up he was released, thanks to some teachers. They informed him that he was the reincarnation of Loki, the norse trickster god, and invited him to come to their school for people like him over in America. A school called Pantheon Academy. Loke didn't hesitate to accept. Not that he actually cared about the whole 'training to use his powers for the good of society'-thing. To him it was just an opportunity to get away from those annoying therapy sessions.

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '

~ His personality in general is very close to that of Loki.
~ His history is mostly based on that of Loki.
~ His illusions allows him to disguise himself. Loki was a shapeshifter.
~ His fondness of fire. There are many hints in mythology of Loki having a connection to fire. The name Loki is theorised to come from old norse logi "flame".
~ Loki was described as pleasing and handsome in appearance, malicious in character.

ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '

From Eclipse

Dark brown eyes shot open, looking around in the dark room. Just a bad dream. He seemed to have a lot of those lately. Looking at the alarm clock, he noticed it was six in the morning. But he didn't feel like going back to sleep. Instead he sat up, noticing Misha, his six-week-old Birman, sitting on the floor by the sofa, looking at him curiously with large sapphire eyes. "Morning. You hungry?" Patrick stretched his hand down, stroking the kitten across the back, receiving a soft meowing in response. "Thought so. C'mon then." Running a hand through his already ruffled hair, he made his way to the kitchen, pouring up some cat food. Putting the bowl down, he stroke the cat's back again. "There you go." Making his way back to the bedroom, the shapeshifter spotted Misha's adopted mother, his Golden Retriever Leah, looking at him expectantly. "Not you too." he muttered, but she just responded by giving him those puppy dog eyes that were the reason he'd bought her in the first place. He held his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright. I'll just get dressed first." He walked off to the bedroom, muttering under his breath..

Switching into a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and black fleece shirt, he made his way back to the living room, grabbing Leah's leash on the way. "Off we go. And remember, no shitting on the sidewalk. Gave me loads of work last time." Fastening the leash on her collar, he left the apartment. The sun had just started to rise by the time he left, not many people were out yet. His converses clattered against the pavement, as he was walking down the street with Leah, towards Central Park. He hated having to go there. Everytime he did, he was reminded about that evening. Valentine's Day, 1876. The day he met her. Of course, there hadn't been as many building and streets around back then. Much more calm and peaceful. Lost in his own thoughts, the shapeshifter forgot to look where he was going, and before he knew it slammed right into a young blonde woman. Helping her up, he quickly apologised. "Are you alright? I'm really sorry. I..." He trailed off as his gaze fell on her face. It couldn't be... "Alexandria?"

BEHIND THE SCENE ' '

Your name: Amjosa
Age: 16
How long have you been RPing? About 3 years.
Where/How did you find us? Advertisement on Eclipse.

[Administrator]

Well, actually the descriptions are a bit too short, but we decided to give you a go.

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