Post by Marcel Chevalier on Aug 17, 2012 17:20:59 GMT 1
Playby: Perttu Kivilaasko
Name: Lokean 'Loki' Lamellar
Age: 230 but looks 30ish
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Species: Vampire
Physical Description:
Piercing eyes against pale skin, often likened to being like looking into an endless abyss. He can make others quake with fear or laugh with delight just with the expression his eyes can portray. His eyes are medium brown but as a human they were almost black. Heavy browed and high cheekboned he appears chisled as tho created and having never been human, but human he was. His long locks are usually hanging thickly around his shoulders in shades varying from black to blonde and just about anything in between but generally it looks a dirty blonde colour.
Attitude:
Wild, untamed, demanding and arrogant. He knows what he wants and gets it, through sweet persuasion, or bribery but most often he just takes what he wants through force. Whether its parties, sexual conquests, or music, he will do everything in his power to get it. He once joked that he had no friends, just those two frightened to turn their back on him to walk away and he wasn't really all that wrong. Those that try to bring him back to some civilty are often punished painfully, those no longer useful likewise and since he fleetingly switches from whim to whim at a moments notice, being useful is a tedious occupation with little future. Despite his temper and his arrogance others are drawn to his charismatic personality, the luxury of the decadent lifestyle and the fame.
Abilities:
He is a vampire and in his opinion that is all anyone needs to know. His arrogance makes him believe he is immortal but like all vampires he cannot walk in the daylight, fire will consume him into ashes, he sleeps underground, can be incapacitated by a wooden stake or arrow to the heart or beheading. But he is strong and fast like vampires and can scale walls.
History:
Born Lokean Lamellar he was born at home in his parent’s bedroom in a tiny rundown house in what was once the grand suburb of Manhattan within the city of New York. Once rich and tree-lined it is now a poor run down area. He grew up in hand me down clothes and playing with broken toys. He was ashamed of where he lived and his family and would often run away from home. As he got older he started at one job then another, never happy with anything he had to do, never satisfied with being poor and having nothing. One day his girlfriend came to him and told him that she was pregnant. Lokean was horrified, his future life flashed before his eyes and there he was no better than his own father, his father having married young and struggled for an existence in this godforsaken place.
Without a single word he walked away, he walked away from his girlfriend and away from his family and home. Wanting his meagre existence to end he walked to the city. At first he was awed by the bright lights and the luxury of the place, amazed at the richness and the money that was being thrown around like it was no more than pebbles. He walked around down town New York but eventually his needs of shelter and food reminded him that he had nothing in life and was no better than he ever was.
He found a fountain and scrubbed his face clean, found a club that was not quite so lavish and pushed through the door to the inside. He started asking around if anyone had some work for him, he would do anything. When a man about 40 stopped him by tugging on his sleeve and asked him his name he paused, not wanting to be known by the name that would identify him as being from the poor end of town, he smiled at the vampire and lied “my name is Loki”.
The man offered to pay him for his company the amount seemed incredible to Loki and he took the position instantly. He soon realised there was something strange about his new boss but he happily ran errands during the afternoons and spent the night out visiting night clubs not wanting to question about the man’s strange habits, the hours he kept or why he was not permitted down the stairs to the lowest level. His new boss was called Darcy and he bought Loki new clothes and shoes and anything he really wished for. It was a few months before in the early hours of the morning, Loki's legs were a little wobbly from the alcohol he had consumed and as he tripped up the front steps of the large house they lived in, Darcy grabbed him to help him to his feet, in the process spinning Loki around forcibly and kissing him deeply.
Loki's mind reeled but not with disgust but with surprise and excitement. In those early hours of the morning Loki had his first lesson in what would become regular lovemaking between the two. When he woke tangled naked in the sheets it was already mid afternoon and he was alone. Over the weeks that followed he asked Darcy over and over why he didn’t stay but the older man refused to answer leaving Loki upset and eventually furious. When Loki had had enough of always waking up alone, like a spoilt child he had a tantrum, ready to go out he threw a vase at Darcy and threatened to leave. As he turned to go Darcy was suddenly in front of him. Loki hit him hard in the jaw but achieved nothing but hurting his hand. Darcy grabbed him tightly, holding his arms against him to stop further damage.
“Stop Loki” he begged “Just stop. This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t have. I was lonely and I am sorry I should have told you.” Lokistopped and stared at him, waiting to hear that the man was married or something totally un prepared for what Darcy continued with “LokiI am a vampire”
“NOOOOOO” Loki screamed, thrashing against the vampires grip “You can’t be”
Loki wasn’t so much scared, it was obvious he could have been killed at any time so didn’t expect the man to turn on him now, but he was angry and felt betrayed. When his screaming quietened Darcy released him, begging him to sit and listen. He did, his entire body shaking as he listened to how Darcy had become a vampire and lived his life, the story ended with “I never meant to love you like this Loki”.
Loki walked to him, stopping 2 paces away before throwing himself in Darcy’s arms, kissing him passionately “Make me one” he begged “make me a vampire and we can be together forever”
At first Darcy refused, but Loki kept at him, demanding he be changed or he would leave, demanding he be changed or he would kill himself, he threw things, refused to leave the house and started pounding on the door to downstairs long after sunrise. Feeling miserable for the pain he caused he started to relent, he spoke to other vampires and was advised against relenting to the spoilt behaviour of his companion. On returning home he found Loki standing on a chair, a loop of rope around his neck, as the door opened Loki stepped from the chair in the desperate selfish act. In a flash Darcy had him in his arms having yanked the rope to break it. Loki gasped, his crushed windpipe unable to allow much air through.
“Please” Loki whispered, a tear sliding down his cheek.
Darcy didn’t think but acted he drained Loki's blood, he felt glorious relief at having what he had wanted for some time, to taste Loki's blood. When drained he sliced his own arm frantically, hacking at it wildly with a knife. He pressed his arm to Loki's lips, forcing the blood onto them. Nothing happened, Darcy silently decided that when daybreak arrived he would walk out into the sun. But slowly Loki's lips started to move, sucking the lifeforce of Darcy’s blood with more and more interest.
A few weeks later, Darcy gave him his first treasured gift, a pre-apocalytic1700’s cello, and he learnt to play easily, the instrument feeling natural in his hands. At first he played just for Darcy, but it was only a few years before he was playing in nightclubs. As the crowds grew, Loki was delighted to see that Darcy was always sitting at the front, right in centre of the stage where he could see him. Darcy was proud of his protégé but knew that soon he would be 1000 and that he would walk into the sun.
When the day arrived he left their underground chamber, and out onto the balcony, he saw the sun coming up and that was it.
When Loki rose he was furious that Darcy had risen before him. He showered and dressed and headed back up the stairs in search of Darcy, he found a note tacked to the door to the upstairs house. He snatched it and walked out into the empty study. He opened the envelope and read
Loki, my love, I thank you for letting me feel the power of love before it was my time. I know we didn’t have long together but I hope that the knowledge that you were everything to me is enough to get you through your time. Today I see the sunrise for the first time in 1000 years, don’t begrudge me this pleasure. Live your life doing what you love, remember me, and don’t do what I did and waste my time, love, be loved, do what you want to do and don’t let anything or anyone stop you
Loki screamed. He seemed to scream for days. He didn’t function, barely moved from underground, the letter clasped against his chest. He found Darcy’s will tucked in the desk drawer and was surprised the he inherited all of Darcy’s extensive bank accounts and property. He didn’t want any of it and yet he couldn’t bring himself to walk into the sun and end it all.
Years went by and he sulked around the house, his cello covered in a thick layer of dust as he didn’t little more than do what was required to sustain his existence. Then one day he had a dream, it was the first he had since being a vampire and he didn’t think he was meant to be having it, but maybe it was the first sign of derangement. But he dreamt that Darcy was there, was telling him to go and live and that staying there made him no better than who he was when he lived in the dirty shack in Manhattan.
Deciding that staying there just reminded him too much about Darcy he packed a bag, grabbed his cello and left that very night. He headed to somewhere he had heard about when he was performing, the mecca of entertainment and riches. He arrived in New Vegas and got a regular gig at the Valhalla. Deciding that somehow the world owed him for his loss, he became the ultimate celebrity acting like the spoilt rich famous person that he was quickly becoming, a rich spoilt brat hell bent on never feeling anything for anyone again.
Rule Code Word: (It's in the rules)
Species Code Word: (It's in the species description)
Clarification Code Word: (It's in the clarification thread)
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: (It's in the New Vegas Laws section under Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws)
Rp Sample:
Loki glared at the human boy that sat almost draped on his lap. The human boy had just said something that was not of his liking. He did not want to hear that humans play better music than vampires. He shoved the lad to the floor hard, causing the skin of his forehead to split and blood to start to drip down his face as he looked up at Loki.
Loki frowned “get up” he spat angrily.
The boy who would have been 17 and close to tears, started to rise slowly, but too slowly for Loki who snatched his arm out, his fingers closing around his throat and wrenching him to his feet before him.
“oh you bore me” he hissed as he squeezed his hand choking off his oxygen, releasing him suddenly to the floor where he lay immobile, barely managing to gasp breath through his bruised throat.
Someone quickly rushed to scoop up the still form and remove it. Loki looked around at the usual people that seemed to gravitate around him. ‘They all bore me’ he thought to himself as he gazed over the crowd of beautiful women and gorgeous men, all eager to do his bidding should he ask, all feeling very important because they were there.
Loki stood up and started pacing, he was bored. He paced up and down angrily as people scurried out of his path each time he turned around. He hissed at them and kept pacing, stopping at a beautiful red head, grabbing her face firmly in his grasp he kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing angrily into her mouth claiming her. But this was not what he wanted either, he pushed the women away from him in disgust and kept pacing. It was not like him to let someone so insignificant to have such effect on him.
As he turned to head back down the room he looked up and saw something that sparked his attention, something different, or rather someone different, someone interesting, someone he had to have. He stopped in his tracks and smiled sweetly at the new person “Welcome to my Lair” he chuckled.
(username: loki)
