12-10-2013, 02:55 PM
Loki Vinter was a rather important man. Not only was he a leader, but he was also a leader of the Shi No Ban'nin. What's a Shi No Ban'nin? That's simple, they are death keepers. As expected, there are always good and bad sides -- those who fight for peace and those that seek havoc. Loki, an Old Norse name meaning trickster makes it perfectly clear what side of the spectrum this male fights on. Why, yes, Loki is what you would call a villain, or a bad guy. You see, upon his death (yes, he died) the male was given a rare opportunity. He met the God of Death himself and he whispered in his ear that he could live again. Given a new purpose, Loki rose from the ashes of his fiery wreck and sought to use his new found power for his own personal gain.
And that's exactly what he did.
With his illusions as an ace in his pocket, he slowly moved his way up the ranks in the Shi No Ban'nin. Within no time, he was going toe-to-toe with the head leader. But Loki grew bored of him and eventually offed the idiot. One cannot rule with great success unless they have the brains to do so. Loki had the brains. Prior to his death, he was enrolled in a university where he was pursuing a master's Marketing & PR. His bachelor's degree was in History and War that he paired with two minors in Campaign Planning & Management and Psychology. He was just four months shy of graduation, too. He was slated to be a great man with a lot of opportunities. In fact, he had already received four job offers, all of which he declined as he wanted to move onto get his PhD. He was going to pursue psychology again, as he loved the idea of understanding the mind. Why? Because understanding the mind meant knowing how to control it.
The master illusionist was currently sitting on his thrown in the underground palace of the Shi No Ban'nin. Deep beneath the surface of the earth was a large vault that served as a home for those who were committed to Loki and his cause. As a joke, he called his army "Loki'd." He found this humorous as it meant they were punked by him and had fallen victim to his charm and silver-tongue. Ah yes, the perks of being a crafty, skilled verbose man.
His hands slid below his chin as his eyes flicked toward the door. Not much was going on today. Perhaps, just maybe, he would indulge himself and venture outside. It was always fun to play with the pitiful mortals. They were unable to detect his illusions until he left. Oh the fun he had! It was glorious and he enjoyed it far too much.
As he rose, he saw a red dot pop up on his radar. Smirking, his cunning eyes smiled. "Oh, brother. It looks like you're finally up. Shall we play today?"
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