LEIFSSON, loki

[Loki Leiffson]

Loki son of Leif

Main Information;; The Known

xx Nicknames

Warden, Sir, Beast, Beast Rabbit, the Bloodstained Black Rabbit

xx Age / Birthday

Twenty-three - January 1st - mid winter

xx Gender

Male

xx Kingdom / Providence

Diamond Kingdom (currently) -- Olivae Kingdom (birth)

xx Occupation

Warden of the kingdom's wonderful prison & mine

xx Society / Group

Warden Warden Sparkle Party you thought i was kidding

xx Rank/Class

Started out as a commoner, grew to a higher social/economic status upon becoming warden.

xx Weapons

Loki was trained to use a variety of weapons--swords, knives, machetes, you name it. While he keeps a few daggers here and there as a 'just in case', his primary weapon isn't like one you would normally find. This warden uses a scythe. Yes, a scythe. A large red scythe, to be exact. The materials used to create the scythe are unknown as it has been passed down through many generations, though it somehow retained its strength. He sharpens the blade regularly, allowing it to remain as a deadly weapon. The scythe is a pain to carry around, however, and he can only be found with it while he is around the mines.

xx Magic

If there is one thing he has tried to keep hidden from the rest of the world, it is the curse that was passed down from his father to him. Said curse grants him the ability to turn into, as some would consider it, a giant mutated Lopunny. This giant rabbit form is only half in his control. Said control is only when he has his emotions in check. When he loses his emotions, the beast within will take over and can rampage for a few hours, sometimes even days, before calming down.

While in this rabbit form, Loki has a couple of powers that the beast grants him. He is given super strength, though his sheer size could have told anyone that. His senses are heightened far beyond that of a human's or the average rabbit-like Pokemon. Remember the scythe from before? Well, the beast is able to summon that same scythe at any given point in time and make it large enough for it's form to wield. There is one power that Loki cannot use without the beast taking over completely. Said power is the ability to produce giant chains that the beast can shoot out to either trap or attack something or provide extra footing. The beast is also capable of producing flames from its mouth, though this has only ever truly been seen once in all of Loki's life.

Outside of the rabbit form, Loki is granted the ability to see clearly in the dark as well as have heightened senses of smell and hearing. Loki tries to keep himself from transforming into the beast's form unless it is absolutely necessary. What makes it necessary? Well, if a bunch of prisoners decide to try and revolt or leave, then of course he would transform. It's a great scare tactic.

The Mirror Room

xx Face Claim

Oz the B-Rabbit, Pandora Hearts

xx Appearance

Despite being twenty-three years old, Loki definitely does not look his age. One such 'advantage' to the curse is to be given a more youthful appearance through most of his life. While he will pass on just like everyone else (assuming nothing happens to kill him earlier than that), he always looks around five or so years younger than he actually is. This young look makes this blond-haired-green-eyed 'boy' to look more innocent and helpless than he actually is. Loki's wardrobe ranges in a wide variety of clothing, ranging from literally everything he would ever be caught in public in. Loki is also known for his, ah, 'elevator boots' that add a good three to four inches onto his height. It's not like he's short or anything... Though, he is five feet three inches tall without his shoes.

Remember the rabbit curse? Well, there is an indicator that the beast is about to emerge, whether it's under control or not. One has to keep a very watchful eye on the warden in order to notice such changes in the darkness of the mines. Green eyes will turn a bloody, glowing red. Blond hair will melt away into inky black. When that happens, you better hope he isn't turning towards you. The beast rabbit stands at twenty feet tall, give or take a few inches. Transforming in the mines is a very difficult situation for him to be in, and he typically tries to keep the transforming to a minimum unless in the larger portions of the mine. The beast, however, can just as easily drop down on all fours and crawl after it's prey.

Open and Public

xx Personality

When somebody first meets Loki, there's absolutely no hint of darkness around him. He will greet people, especially prisoners and new officers, with a friendly face. He will shower them with warmth and a false sense of security, making them dismiss all the rumors they may have heard about him or the prison. The kind, happy-go-lucky warden you are introduced to is only a mask. As soon as he feels you are growing too comfortable with how he acts, underestimating him and his abilities, his personality makes a drastic change.

While he may keep that 'cheerful' attitude, all the warmth leaves him. Loki is quite the sadist, and this is shown through his actions and words. He will openly threaten the prisoners, saying whatever he can to make them squirm. It's like a game to him. The prisoners are the players, and he is the game master. His job is basically to make their life a living hell, and he enjoys every moment of it. He is loves to play with his food, to watch them flinch as he walks by, to see them instantly clam up and stammer out responses when he addresses them.

Loki has been marked as mentally unstable by prisoners and officers alike. He has been seen, on multiple occasions, talking to himself. When he is 'talking to himself', he is actually having long, drawn out conversations or arguments with the beast within him. Nobody knows that it's the case, and it's probably better that they do not know. To those who have witnessed the beast emerge and lived to tell the tale, not even they know that the beast talks to him within his mind, influencing everything he does. The curse is the reason why he might say one thing, only to say another moments or days later.

The man's loyalty is definitely questionable. Since he goes back on what he says quite a lot, he sometimes never gets what he was going to do done. He has even turned his back on those in need, deciding it wasn't in his best interest to aid them. Literally stabbing someone in the back has also been done on a few occasions. Fully and truly gaining this man's trust and loyalty requires a long, drawn out process of worming your way into his heart and somehow getting the curse to approve of you when you cannot see it. Those who do somehow become that trusted might just be one of the few forces that can stop the beast from rampaging when Loki loses control of his emotions. Or, at the very least, it will grant you the security (sort of) that the beast will not intentionally harm or kill you when it rampages.

Loki is also quite hypocritical. While he has laid down strict rules for the prison and enforces them with harsh punishments, he will gladly break or bend his own rules to benefit himself or his 'favorites'. Such bending or breaking of the rules sometimes include giving certain prisoners special treatment. These prisoners are usually those who have gained his interest, generally through winning the little... Games he likes to set up with the inmates as players.

Ah, yes, the games. What happens within the prison never leaks out into the world, so Loki can do almost whatever he wants. Every so often, when the warden finds himself particularly bored, he will select a handful of prisoners to participate in a game of his choosing which generally means killing each other off. To the outside world, they die due to mine-related accidents. To those who win, they will obtain a prize from the warden, usually something like an extra (decent) meal or a day off from working within the mines. Sometimes, he will choose the 'champion' of the last or past games to play with a new set of players. If they continue to win for whatever reason, they will find themselves in a 'favorable' spot with the warden.

To say that Loki is all bad is not... Entirely true. Even he has some light still flickering within him. It is just hard to see with the darkness that clouds around it, trying to snuff out the light. Very few can see this light within him, the light that shows the young, insecure boy who was forced to hide as soon as his grandfather died. What exactly comes with this light is a complete mystery.

The Secret Side of Me

xx Greatest Secret

Let's see... There's the curse, though it's not the 'greatest' secret when he somewhat willingly uses the curse to his advantage within the prison. He does, however, make sure that nobody outside of the prison knows about his curse.

xx Greatest Fear

While it may seem like a strange fear for someone like himself, he is afraid to fall in love. He is afraid of caring too much for someone that he might hurt them. He's also a little afraid of dogs, cats, snakes, and large birds. It's not exactly enough to make him flee in terror, but it is enough to make him tense and fidgety around them.

xx Greatest Desire

There was one point when he desired to live the life of a normal human; however, that desire is long gone. Currently, he just wants to keep his position. He has finally found his 'place' within the world, and he isn't willing to give it up.

Out of This World

xx Pokemon

Okay, there are two options we can go with here, and it is completely up to you wonderful staff members.

1. His Pokemon is the curse, so it'd be some mutant demon rabbit-like Pokemon.

2. Um... Some random Pokemon you guys think would fit (or completely contrast with 'cause it's funny) him. c:

This is His-story

xx History

To understand his story, one must first understand an old story told to scare little children by their parents; however, this child's tale holds more truth than they realize.

Once upon a time, there lived a witch. She was as beautiful as they came, with long white hair, lavender eyes, and soft pale skin. She was an eye catcher to all who saw her, to all who knew her. One day, she was walking through the grape vines, checking each individual vine, when she saw him. There, standing amidst the vines, was a tall man with golden hair and green eyes who instantly captured her heart. She had never seen this man around town before, but the witch fell in love at first sight. Many days passed as she tried to catch his attention, to get him to at least speak with her. Nothing worked.

The witch had to call upon her closest friend for help. This was her mistake. The friend, a woman of long black hair and purple eyes and far more courage, was to talk the man up and mention the witch on more than one occasion. She didn't see the two for a few weeks, and she grew worried. When she did see them, the two were practically joined at the hip. The witch confronted her so-called friend the moment she could find her and the man apart. They were planned to wed early the next month.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but the sorrow never came. No, only anger and rage filled the void where her heart once was. The next week was spent tailing the two in secret. She slowly gathered strands of hair from the two before retreating into her house. With chalk, she drew a circle on her floor before drawing different symbols inside. Candles were placed at different points around the circle. The strands of blond hair from the man were placed at the center of the circle first, followed by bird bones, a cat skull, and a few old coins with her own blood on them. The witch stood before the circle, holding out her arms as she chanted an incantation.

The circle began to glow brightly, illuminating the dark room. A strong wind blew within the house, knocking over everything in its path and blowing out the candles. The room grew dark as the sign's light faded. The witch paused, watching with bated breath. There was a loud screech before the witch was knocked off of her feet. The door flew open, and the trees rustled as if a strong wind blew past.

Not far from the witch's house was the church of the town where wedding bells were ringing. The whole town was gathered for such a joyous occasion that would turn into a nightmare. The two were saying their vows as a loud screech echoed around the church. A strong wind swept into the church, knocking open the doors and shattering the windows. The man's eyes widened as something forced him to stumble back and fall to the ground. He screamed in pain, gripping at his chest and head, as his eyes flashed red and his hair turned black. Dark fur began to coat his body as his screaming died down. He stood, increasing in size as his wedding attire ripped to shreds. The townsfolk could only watch in terror, some of the smarter ones already fleeing out the door, as the man turned into a monster.

The beast destroyed the entire church before killing everyone who remained inside. It turned towards the town, flames dancing within its mouth. The whole town was set ablaze. As the man slowly regained control of 'his own' body, he took a few steps back, realizing what he had done. The witch appeared before him, a sick grin twisting on her face. Never shall anyone love you for who you are ever again. With that, she disappeared, and the beast was forced to flee before he could return to his normal form.

The man had to keep this cursed form a secret, even from the next woman he fell in love with. Generations passed. The firstborn male from that man acquired the same curse from him as soon as the man died. The cycled continued for years to come. This story begins with the man who never had a son, who was forced to carry this burden until his dear daughter gave birth to a son. The grandfather didn't want this boy to ever carry the burden of their ancestors, so he tried to keep himself alive for as long as he could.

Said child was named Loki. He started out as a normal child, not knowing of the looming curse that would soon take away the innocent air around him. He used to be so sweet, so naive. He helped his mother with as much of the housework he could. He would pester his grandfather for hours for stories. His father? He rarely saw the man as he worked long hours in order to keep a roof over their head. All was well until one night when he was six. It was the middle of the summer, and large threatening clouds covered the sky. Thunder crashed and lightning flashed, yet no rain fell. While he didn't know it at the time, this night was about to change his life forever.

His grandfather was ill in bed. He kept passing it off as just a cold, but both Loki and his mother knew that 'just a cold' was enough to kill someone in their day and age. His grandfather was aware of this, so he told his daughter to go fetch him some more water. When he was alone with Loki, he told the boy to open the large black case that rested up against the wall. He had always been curious as to what the old man kept inside, so he was quick to get up in order to uncover its secrets. Unlatching the lid, he slowly opened it up, only to reveal a large red scythe. My child, do not be afraid. His grandfather paused to cough. You must be strong, strong enough to carry the heavy burden of your ancestors.

His grandfather's eyes grew dull as the life slipped out of them. The room grew dark as a strong wind picked up, blowing around the papers and books, before rushing into the boy, knocking up against the wall. He cried out in pain as his body felt like it was on fire. His eyes turned red and his hair turned black. The small boy grew at an alarming rate as black fur coated his body. Two long ears sprouted out of his head, if it could even be called that anymore. The human head had already morphed into that of a rabbit's. The house shattered as he broke through the roof, and a high pitched scream echoed around him as his mother noticed what was happening from the well outside the house.

He lost control of his body as his mind grew foggy. When he came to, he was in the middle of a field far from his home, wearing tattered clothing. His grandfather's scythe laid beside him. Loki was confused, and he couldn't recall anything that was happening due to the headache that was already pounding away. Standing up and grabbing the scythe--well, more like dragging due to the weight--Loki tried to find some sort of civilization. He walked on and on until he stumbled across a village. There, he was able to find somebody--'somebody' meaning an elderly lady who couldn't turn a young boy away--to stay with until he figured out what was going on. It wasn't until a few months passed that a voice spoke to him from within the depths of his mind. Puny human; you're weak, just like the others.

He tried to ignore the voice, figuring it was just his imagination. A few weeks passed before the voice spoke again. Weak, pathetic, useless. And again. You can't even hold my weapon! Pah! Soon enough, he found the harsh words to be motivation. When he wasn't helping the old woman, he would drag the scythe out back to try and fail at wielding it. The weapon was just too heavy, but he tried anyway. Simply carrying the scythe around was enough to at least build up some muscles. By the time he was eight, Loki was able to carry the weapon around with more ease. By the age of ten, he was able to at least able to aimlessly and clumsily swing it around.

On the day of his eleventh birthday, his life took another turn for the worst. The old woman was kind enough to invite some of the local boys over for a small party, but her selection of boys were not the... Best. The boys were rowdy and took to picking on young Loki rather than making his birthday a good one. No, instead, they worked on pressing all his buttons. The breaking point was them disrespecting the old woman. The transformation this time was due to uncontrolled emotions, not the curse entering his body. The house was destroyed, and everyone inside died in a bloody mess. The beast took to work on the rest of the town, only for Loki to gain control once the western portion of the small town was already demolished and engulfed in flames. He straightened up in order to see the full extent of the destruction.

Puny human. Stop calling me that. Why? That's what you are: a puny human. You can't even keep your emotions under control. Pathetic. Stop that! Explain what happened here! Oh? You don't remember? You lost control; I took control. It's as simple as that. You... You did this? Yes and no. To the humans, you did this. What... Why? How? You've never heard the story of the Witch and the Black Rabbit? No. Sheesh, kid, you're living it!

Loki didn't know what to do, so he just ran. He left the place, using the heightened speed of the beast's form to flee from any townsfolk and their pursuing Pokemon. He ran as far as he could, never looking back until he was sure he was safely away from civilization. A short conversation with the curse within his body later, he was told how to change back into his human form. He wasn't able to move for a few hours after that as the transformation was more painful that it looked since his bones had to break and reshape. He decided that there was absolutely no way he would be able to easily live in a town, at least in the Olivae Kingdom. As soon as he was able, the boy set out to find a new kingdom to call home.

For the longest time, his only companion was the beast's voice within his mind. It started to shape how he behaved. He began listening to the beast over everyone else, choosing the curse's wisdom over everything else. It was probably his worst decision yet, but he had no one else to turn to. Besides, he had to live with this thing for the rest of his life, so he might as well accept it. Listening to the beast, he was told to go to the Diamond Kingdom. There, he started working what odd jobs he was allowed to do at such an age. It wasn't much, but it at least allowed him to earn enough to keep food in his stomach. Nobody really questioned the boy running around town, probably assuming he was already working to help his mother.

The years slowly passed him by. He continued to allow the beast to remain his only 'friend' of sorts, and he never bothered to stop the curse from tainting him. Signs of sadism began popping up within his everyday life, from grinning whenever he saw someone get hurt to feeling joy wash over him when he got into a fight and won. He put up a sweet, innocent front around the adults, but all the children of the village he had occupied weren't so easily fooled by this. By the time he was seventeen, just about everyone his age and younger had turned against him. He didn't mind. It just provided him with another excuse to torment them.

At nineteen, Loki found himself the perfect job. He was allowed to become a prison officer at the Diamond Kingdom's notorious prison. He advanced quickly within the ranks, buttering up the old warden and soon becoming his 'favorite'. He was like a teacher's pet, but, instead, he was the warden's pet. Pet, of course, is used lightly. The warden was more his pawn rather than the other way around. Nobody would have guessed that the knife found in the old warden's back one night was that of Loki's. Nobody questioned it, instead blaming a prisoner who was wrongly accused. No trial was held. At twenty-one, as the highest ranking officer within the prison, Loki Leifsson became warden of the Diamond Kingdom's prison.

The prison was quickly reformed. Rules became stricter and punishments harsher. Most of the prisoners grew to fear him, even though he had appeared to be some weak officer mere months ago. He wasn't easily pushed around, and the inmates soon figured this out. As Loki grew bored one morning, he started planning a new game he wanted to play with the prisoners. The idea for the game was provided by his dear little curse. Make them fight to the death. Nothing provides more entertainment than watching prisoners kill each other. The game was to change structure every time. One time it would be simply being locked in a room, forced to kill each other. Another time would be a maze within the mines where there was no way out until only one person was standing. The prisoners hated the idea. Some of the officers were even against it, but it wasn't like they had a say in the matter.

The first game resulted in the players just standing there, some talking, until one of them finally snapped, shouting out about how they couldn't take it anymore after so many hours of waiting. The winner went on to tell everyone within the prison about how horrible the games were. There was a rebellion, a shortly lived rebellion. All the prisoners gathered, crowding the larger areas of the mines where they could all be without caving it in. They were hostile towards the officers, wounding some, killing two. When the warden was informed, a sick, twisted grin stretched across his face. He strolled into the first area where the prisoners were, hands behind his back, clutching his scythe, which the prisoners had never seen before until then.

"Tsk, tsk. What a mess. Do you really dislike my game that much?" All he got in response was a roar from the crowd. One even tried to throw an iron pickaxe  at his head, only for it to be deflected by his own weapon. "We will see how much you love my game after today, so how about we play a new one?" The prisoners took a step back as the warden's eyes flashed red. His hair darkened as black fur sprouted on his body. Having planned beforehand, Loki already knew that his transformation would only cave the mines in, so the warden dropped down on his hands and knees, one hand still clutching the scythe. He kept eye contact with the first row of prisoners as his bones broke and reformed as he grew, turning into the monstrous beast he had embraced, unlike his ancestors.

The prisoners in that tunnel fled, running straight for the other protesting groups. Loki followed behind, keeping his stride slow as one hand reaching forwards was enough to easily reach the now-back row of prisoners. He didn't even need to harm anyone. It was a scare tactic, an effective one at that. The warden swiftly transformed back into his original form (he had to steal the uniform coat from one of the officers as the transformation shredded all of his clothing) once he knew everyone currently within the prison had seen him. "So, which game would you rather have? The game in which everyone dies or the game in which only a few die?" Everyone chose the latter.

xx OOC Name

Bakeneko

xx Other Characters

King Narcisse

Bio form by ♠spade♠

[Zero]

Accepted Comments!!

That's... quite terrifying. o3o Needless to say I love him. Good description, good balance of traits, just nicely done overall. As for Pokemon, I wasn't really sure what you were going for, so...


This one amuses me just because, come on, it's adorable. So is Loki, so, ya know, it works. Ironic. Or something.



I guess this could... be your curse? idk, scares the crap out of me. Nothing else seemed to fit the bill, so... yeah...



it's the stuff of nightmares. 'nuff said. >3<

Notes from Zero.

[Fenrir]

Accepted Comments!!

Awesome character, perfect example of the creepy child taken to eleven. Look forward to seeing how the diamond kingdom survives it's rash of crazies in charge of places

Notes from Fenrir