[center][b][h1][color=lime]L O K I[/color][/h1][/b][b]Loki Laufeyson[/b], Ageless/Immortal
[b][sub]Vigilante based in Asgard[/sub][/b]
[color=gray][sub]Active since 5 minutes ago ([i]at least, that he remembers...[/i])[/sub][/color]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/83iBFaV.png[/img][/center]
[INDENT][h3]Character Concept[/h3][hr]
[color=999999]He doesn't know where he came from.

He doesn't know how he got here.

He doesn't know where he's going, only that he has to keep moving. What is he running from? He doesn't know. He only knows that he can't stop. They call him [i]Seurre[/i]. A pickpocket and thief traveling across Europe with only his wits and the shirt on his back.

The Bifrost is broken. Wars have broken out across the Nine Realms. [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fimbulwinter]Winter has come[/url]. But can what is written be changed? Or is all the world a stage, and Loki but a player in it? [/color][/indent]

[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82GCcUbJNRs[/youtube][/center]
[indent][color=999999]This is intended as a fantasy epic, that will be largely self-contained in terms of the storytelling. 
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[*][b]Book 1[/b]: [i]When The Truth Hunts You Down[/i]. Guided by Mjolnir, Beta Ray Bill arrives on Midgard, where he discovers the god Loki reincarnated as a child named Seurre, with no memory of what happened. Seeking answers, the pair set out in search of Asgard. 
[*][b]Book 2[/b]: [i]The Dark World[/i]. On a quest to retrieve one of the Norn Stones, in the hopes of repairing the Bifrost, Beta Ray Bill and Loki must voyage over the Nidafjoll Mountains and across Nastrond to the serpent's spring.
[*][b]Book 3[/b]: [i]Loki: Ragnarok[/i].
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[h3]Key Notes[/h3][hr]
[color=999999][b][u]Simplified Mythology (the Children of Odin)[/u][/b]
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[*][b]By his wife, Frigga[/b]: Baldur, Tyr, and Hod
[*][b]By Gaea[/b]: Thor
[*][b]By Laufey[/b]: Loki (note: Laufey is changed back to the mytholical canon female)
[*][b]By Grid[/b]: Vidar
[*][b]Unknown[/b]: Hermod
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[b][u]Supporting Cast[/u][/b]
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[*][b]Beta Ray Bill[/b]: The current Thor.
[*][b]Heimdall[/b]: The All-Seeing Eye. Wielder of Hofund and formerly guardian of the Bifrost Bridge.
[*][b]Leah[/b]: Handmaiden of Hela (literally).
[*][b]Brunhilde[/b]: One of the surviving Valkyries.  
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[b][u]Rogue's Gallery[/u][/b]
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[*][b]Bloodstrike[/b] (Hogun the Grim): The last survivor of the Warriors Three, wielder of Bloodstrike on a quest for revenge.
[*][b]Skurge the Executioner[/b]: An exiled Asgardian who now rules over the ruins of Asgard, leader of the Mauraders.
[*][b]Kurse[/b]: Formerly one of the Light Elves, twisted and changed by the Dark Elves.
[*][b]Nidhog[/b]: The great serpent at World's End.
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[b][u]The Nine Realms[/u][/b]
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[*][b]Asgard[/b]: The realm of the [i]AEsir[/i], who became the Asgardians through intermarriage with the Vanir. Contains [b]Valhalla[/b] and the spring [b]Urdarbrunnr[/b].
[*][b]Vanaheim[/b]: The realm of the Vanir, who fought a war against the AEsir in ancient times. Contains the valley [b]Folkvangr[/b] and [b]Himinbjorg[/b], where Heimdall safeguards the children of Asgard.
[*][b]Midgard[/b]: The realm of the Humans. 
[*][b]Alfheim[/b]: The realm of the Light Elves. [b]Klarn[/b] is located here, being similar to the Savage Land. 
[*][b]Svartalfheim[/b]: The realm of the Dark Elves. The island [b]Lyngvi[/b] is located here, on the lake of [i]Amsvartnir[/i].
[*][b]Utgard[/b]: Also known as Jotunheim, the realm of the Giants. Contains the spring [b]Mimisbrunnr[/b] and the forest [b]Galgvidr[/b] ([i]gallows woods[/i]).
[*][b]Nidavellir[/b]: The realm of the Dwarves.
[*][b]Niflhel[/b]: The realm of Hel and Niflheim. Contains the valley [b]Nastrond[/b], the spring [b]Hvergelmir[/b], and the [b]Nidafjoll[/b] Mountains.
[*][b]Muspelheim[/b]: The realm of fire and priordial chaos.
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[h3]References / Sample Post[/h3][hr]
[hider][b]RUE MONTORGUEIL[/b]
Paris, France
[i]Thursday, January 4, 1968[/i]

[indent][color=silver]The [i]Rue Montorgueil [/i]was a street that crossed the first and second [i]arrondissement[/i], the neighborhoods of the ancient city. At the heart of which was the [i]Louvre[/i]. Rue Montorgueil came off the Grand Avenue, running by [i]Saint-Eustache[/i] and filled with cobblestones. Cars tended to avoid the area, allowing pedestrians to mill through the streets.

It had become a popular place for daily shopping. The street was lined with bakeries, fishmongers, cafes. The smells that would travel on the breeze could set the mind -- and the stomach -- alight. 

Provided off course, that one wasn’t walking by the herring barrel outside the fish cart. That didn’t smell nearly as nice. It was, however, a good reminder of what the Seine smelled like.

The boy was dirty. He’d slept in these clothes for... well, to be honest, he wasn’t sure. He’d lost track of the days. The tweed jacket was too large, pock-marked with holes. He’d found it in the trash outside a home, and it had fit well enough to help keep warm. His fingers stuck out from the woolen gloves that managed to still cover most of his hands.

He moved through the crowd like a shadow. No one seemed to notice him, while he seemed to navigate the confines and cluster of bodies with a preternatural grace that belied a sense of ease. 

Stepping off the street, the raven-haired waif approached where a trio of urchins huddled together for warmth in an alleyway. Reaching inside his coat, the boy produced two croissants, which he divided in two as he passed the morsels out for the four of them. 

It wasn’t much. But it was breakfast. And a few moneyclips or wallets that had happened into his possession. Popping the half a pastry in his mouth, the boy put his back to the side of the building and slid down so that he was sitting on the ground as he started to go through what he’d collected.

He would need to be moving on soon.

That was always how it was. Always how it had been. He didn’t remember why, he’d just found himself on the road. And so he kept traveling. Kept moving.

He passed a few of the francs around. These kids had helped him to get his bearings in Paris. It was a busy city. With a lot of police who were either looking to grab them or shoo them away. Neither option was particularly appealing.

Gasps rose up from the street. 

Turning his head, the boy was puzzled for a moment to discover the people standing still, their mouths agape and their heads pointed up at the sky. 

As he craned his head back, he saw it.

It was something moving in the sky. Not a plane. Something... [i]else[/i]. A knot started to form in the pit of his stomach. And, not from hunger this time.

He needed to move. [b]Soon[/b].[/color][/indent][/hider]