Post by L o k i;; on Jun 21, 2008 15:42:28 GMT -5
Name:
Loki
Age:
67, physically in her twenties.
Race:
Android
Personality:
Since she was created to replace a lost daughter Loki posses the personality of a young woman long gone from this world. Loki is almost an exact copy of her model and that means she too posses the semi-addictive personality the woman once held. Gambling for one is dishonorable pastime that Loki finds herself performing night after night. Another of this artificial woman’s little obsessions is watching. Whether knowingly or not the snowy haired android could sit quietly for hours watching others around her and taking millions of mental notes that she’ll probably never use again. However when she does use these bits of information her studies would be put towards the manipulation of others. The fact that she loves being able to observe others might have spawned a deep and unnecessary fear of going blind. Sadly at a young age it seemed the woman she was based off of had horrible vision and it often caused sever problems in her life, this might be why Loki has such a fear of loosing her own eyes. Yet in this world there is one thing that terrifies the girl more than the thought of eternal darkness, and that is silence. Loki can’t even sleep without some form of soft noise around her. That might be why her apartment is often mumbling something about green women or horrible monsters. The SciFi channel is one of her favorites. . . Odd thing was that this seemed to develop after her creation and in no way linked to her deceased counterpart. Yet with the mention of these phobias the rude girl will usually scoff and with a roll of her violet eyes dismiss the very thought of cowardice. Pride thy name be Loki.
Anger does not hold much of a place in her icy heart. Although Loki is easily annoyed and shows it with great joy and mocking remarks most people cannot force her rage much higher without months of grueling work. A few things however will set this woman into a wicked frenzy. Those moronic few who pressure her about giving away every little detail of her past, especially how her exactly she came to be or what her purpose is sparks her otherwise dormant wrath. If you would want to have Loki bust a jaw or two then the fastest method would be to begin trashing anyone she cares for or her ways. Those are the two things in this world she is fiercely loyal to.
Aura Color:
Purple
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral
Skills:
Teleportation –
Loki has the ability to transport herself certain distances but a set back of this is she may one day put herself in the center of a mountain. This keeps the white haired creation from moving extremely far from her current position. Usually she only teleports to places she can see.
Flight –
Self-explanatory.
Energy projection –
Whether it be in the form of a violet force field or a ball of destruction Loki can twist her unlimited amount of energy into any form she wishes and project it from her body.
History:
Eyes snapping open to stare at a cold barren ceiling from which hung a tangled mess of wires and other odd contraptions, her chest laid open and sparks were flying out every now and then as a worn looking man played with several coils inside her torso. This is her first real memory and the days that past were filled with her staring blankly up at that dark abyss of a ceiling. Slowly but surely as this strange dark haired man, who’s name he said was Father, worked the days way she gained the ability to feel and think and eventually move. She was released from the icy table and ventured cautiously into the house of this Father not sure what to expect from the man who said he had spent years creating her. He told her what she was and why she was here. Loki was artificial replacement for his only daughter whom had died in a car accident and she would stay with him, never leaving this house, and each day she would have the thoughts, memories, and bits of personality of his lost child uploaded into her. The idea of being turned into something she was not something she looked forward to but what creation could deny it’s creator?
Loki stayed in that horribly quiet house for years. Becoming this Kamira Gray that Father loved so much. Bit by bit she became the white haired girl that was lost years before and day after day she kept the aging man company. Even as he lay dying she stayed by his side and Loki was the only witness to the scientist’s pathetic death. The house finally became what it had always felt like to the android. A silent tomb. That night the beachside home was burned to the ground along with the basement where Loki had been born. A white haired figure flew away from the inferno toward a brightly lit city. . .
