Post by loki on Oct 30, 2010 13:50:54 GMT -5
[LOKI]'S BEEN OUT NOW FOR 7 DAYS
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FUNNY HOW HE THOUGHT THE PRICE HAD BEEN PAID[/font][/center]
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ON A PAST HE HATES TO TALK ABOUT
[/color]IT'S EVERYTHING WRONG ABOUT HIM[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Loki
AGE: nineteen
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual/asexual(asexual means he is not interested in sex or sexual activities.)
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original[/color][/font]
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HE GOES HOME TO A BATTLEFIELD
[/color]AND STARTS TO DRINK AS SOME KIND OF A SHIELD[/font][/center]
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'6" , 120lbs
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Loki is a thin, small framed young man, and not very intimidating to say the least. He has a very cute, young, and fresh face. His skin tone is light, but not a gross looking vampire pale. He has very bright blue/green eyes, which change color on a regular basis. It sometimes depends on what he is wearing, but the lighting may make them look green or blue. In general, his eyes are blue.
He is five foot six and one hundred twenty pounds, but he is not anorexic. Actually, he is probably the bare minimum for his height and age, maybe even a little under. It's not his fault he is so skinny either; he has struggled with weight problems his whole life. No matter how much he eats, he doesn't gain weight. But, he stays about the same, so it's not too bad.
Loki's usual attire is most likely anything a straight man would never wear. He likes v-necks and skinny jeans, scarves and Vans or Converse. Let's face it, he's a little more feminine than the average guy, but a lot less feminine than some homosexual men are. He likes keeping his hair nice (which is also a OCD thing), but never wears makeup.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His hairstyle, his eye color, his clothing choice(s).[/color][/font]
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FOR THE ANGER INSTILLED IN HIM
[/color]AND THEIR LOOKS ARE KILLING HIM NOW[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: clowns, (real life) violence, ignorance, being judged, crying, creepy-crawlies, arrogance.
STRENGTHS: drawing, writing, photography.
WEAKNESSES: low self-esteem, sensitive, easily offended.
HABITS/QUIRKS: He plays with the hem of his shirt when he's nervous, or bored.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Loki is pretty friendly. Not too shy, but just a little bit quiet. If no one is talking to him directly, he won't say anything. He doesn't usually approach people he doesn't know, since he gets a bit nervous around them. He is probably the nicest person you will ever meet. No one is ever pushed away and if someone needs a hand, he will gladly offer one. He is naturally concerned for the safety of others and will approach someone if they got hurt.
He is very playful, sometimes teasing his friends and just being silly. Around people he knows, his friends, or people he's comfortable with just in general, he is more talkative. He is almost always smiling. He is very affectionate and quite lovey-dovey with his friends. He is sometimes very touchy-feely with someone he may like a lot. It's just his way of telling that person "Hey! I like you!" He doesn't mind giving his friends hugs or just lend them an ear and a shoulder when they need it.
Loki is not very bit on sex or sexual activities, or anything of that nature. In fact, he is very asexual and not interested in any of that stuff. That does not mean he is not romantic though, which he very much is. He hasn't been in a relationship before, and hasn't even had his first kiss. In his opinion, it's pathetic, so he doesn't talk about it much unless he feels he has to. But, he will always love his closest friends and it may take a lot for him to fall in love with someone. He doesn't believe in the one-night-stand crap, and it's not like that will ever change, for anyone.
It's kind of hard to really piss him off. He is a very forgiving person, but that doesn't mean he'll say "It's okay" if you offend him on purpose. If someone offends him on accident, then he will tell them what they did or said, and accept they're apology (assuming they would apologize). When one of his friends says something to offend and/or piss him off, he will let them know. He doesn't say what's on his mind much, mostly because he's afraid of what other people may say in return.
Loki is probably the best person in the world to come to when things are going not-so-good. He will always offer his friends a shoulder to cry on, and comforting words. His friends mean a whole lot to him, and he wants them to never forget that. He will drop everything he is doing for a friend who is upset. There is nothing a friend can't tell him. He is trustworthy and will never judge them on anything. Secrets are always safe with him no matter what.[/color][/font]
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HE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO THE END AND MEMORIES STILL HAUNT ME[/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER FAMILY: n/a
PETS: none
OVERALL HISTORY: Loki was born in a little town in California called Ackley. He basically grew up a ranch since he was always at a family-friend's house while his parents were working. With his parents' permission, he started riding at a very young age: five years old. He was a small child, but learned very fast how to balance on a horse. It was Western he first rode in, and then he switched over to English when he was eight years old. He started to learn to jump within a year and went to many shows, earning from 8th all the way to 1st place. Most of his ribbons turned to 1st place as he got older and more experienced.
When he was only twelve years old, he began riding green horses. And around this time, he was discovering himself and his sexuality. He was much different than the other boys in middle school. He got teased a lot and learned very quickly what fag and faggot meant. Being judged so much caused his self-esteem to decrease rapidly. This was noticed by his parents and since they're both psychiatrists, they talked to him about it (mostly his mother).
Luckily, Loki never became depressed or anything. He did develop some anxiety problems when he went to high school, but he was put on meds for a year or so. He still gets anxious, but panic attacks happen very rarely now. Crowds and standing up in front of groups of people still freak him out, though. Loki always seemed to be happy, though, despite being made fun of constantly. High school was such a drag. But, when he came home, he was able to see the horses his family-friends owned. (They were neighbors.) Seeing them always made his day ten times better.
He rode every single day he possibly could. If he had a big test, he would only be able to visit the horses. After graduating high school at seventeen years, he went straight into college for a year of general classes and a few art and photography classes. During this year, he searched online to buy a horse, since his parents said they would buy him one. He found one, a Hanoverian mare named Prince of Thieves. He thought the name might be a mistake and sent the owner an email. Strangely enough, it wasn't a mistake. The mare's barn name was Prince. It was odd, yet very different. He liked it. So, his parents bought him Prince and let their family-friends take care of her while he was away at college.
Once he was finished with college, he found online a stable called Pinewood Stables. It was all the way in West Virginia, but he decided he would go. His parents didn't hold him back or try to drown him in tears, either; they let him go. He took Prince along with him, hoping to make their bond a bit stronger.[/color][/font]
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HOW CAN HE HAVE FORGIVENESS THAT FLOWS
[/color]WHEN NO ONE FORGIVES ME YET IT'S JESUS THEY KNOW[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Five guards surrounded the slim figure that which belonged to Tristan. She was being held on all sides, with an extra guard standing nearby to assist if it was needed. There was blazing fury in her eyes, and her fangs were in full view as she struggled against the guards. These ones were particularly stronger--and much more rough, she noted--but she refused to give in. She wasn't a toy or even a dumb animal. The guard standing behind her gripped her hair and yanked her head back so her neck was fully exposed and she was staring up at the ceiling. Rolling her eyes back, she glanced at the guard and snarled like she was some sort of animal. He only chuckled at her in amusement. She could barely move now.
The fifth guard managed to squeeze in and strip her of her clothes. The cool air of the room hit her and she squirmed a bit, shifting her weight and wiggling her hips. She was thoroughly washed (even though she wasn't really particularly dirty), and even touched inappropriately once or twice whenever it was possible. Once that was finished, she was lead toward the cages. She stopped abruptly and looked the guard in front of her straight in the eye (the guard behind her had let go of her hair by now). "I wish to have clothes," she said. Her tone was almost demanding, but she refrained from it since doing that would get her absolutely nothing.
The guard huffed and told the fifth guard to get her something to wear, since apparently what she had been wearing was "inappropriate" for the occasion. Rolling her blue eyes, she waited impatiently. Soon, the guard returned with what looked like Lingerie. "You may where this," the guard said, "Or nothing at all." After a moment of thought, she allowed them to put it on her. She had no underwear or bra on, but at least she felt a bit more comfortable wearing something.
The guards pulled her into a cell and plastered a piece of paper up with information after closing the door. Tristan began to pace around, letting her eyes observe the little cage she was in. There was absolutely no way out. It was . . . it was impossible, and she knew it. One of the guards had stayed back and was watching her. He let out a laugh and shook his head as he walked away. She stared at him a moment, and then walked backwards toward a corner. As she bumped into the wall, she slid down and sat with her knees pulled firmly to her chest. She gave one more look around the cell, and then placed her head on her knees and sighed. She could only hope no one would take her, and she would sit and rot in there forever.
The fifth guard managed to squeeze in and strip her of her clothes. The cool air of the room hit her and she squirmed a bit, shifting her weight and wiggling her hips. She was thoroughly washed (even though she wasn't really particularly dirty), and even touched inappropriately once or twice whenever it was possible. Once that was finished, she was lead toward the cages. She stopped abruptly and looked the guard in front of her straight in the eye (the guard behind her had let go of her hair by now). "I wish to have clothes," she said. Her tone was almost demanding, but she refrained from it since doing that would get her absolutely nothing.
The guard huffed and told the fifth guard to get her something to wear, since apparently what she had been wearing was "inappropriate" for the occasion. Rolling her blue eyes, she waited impatiently. Soon, the guard returned with what looked like Lingerie. "You may where this," the guard said, "Or nothing at all." After a moment of thought, she allowed them to put it on her. She had no underwear or bra on, but at least she felt a bit more comfortable wearing something.
The guards pulled her into a cell and plastered a piece of paper up with information after closing the door. Tristan began to pace around, letting her eyes observe the little cage she was in. There was absolutely no way out. It was . . . it was impossible, and she knew it. One of the guards had stayed back and was watching her. He let out a laugh and shook his head as he walked away. She stared at him a moment, and then walked backwards toward a corner. As she bumped into the wall, she slid down and sat with her knees pulled firmly to her chest. She gave one more look around the cell, and then placed her head on her knees and sighed. She could only hope no one would take her, and she would sit and rot in there forever.
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I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
[/color]IN THIS FAMILY THAT WON'T SEE[/font][/center]
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