LOKI ABIGAIL WINDHAVEN

Sometimes life it takes you by the hair
It pulls you down before you know it
It’s gone and you’re dead again.
You know that I could not believe my own truth
Just show them what I choose, got nothing to lose

You want to know 'bout me?

* Full Name: Loki Abigail Windhaven

* Age: Twenty-Five

* Gender: Female

* Species: Human.

* Olympian Parent: N/A

* Sexuality: Heterosexual

* Region: Eryxian

Well, I think I'm Sexy.

* Eyes: Green

* Hair: Brunette

* Birthmark: N/A

* Distinguishing Features: Her eyes are a very bright shade of green

* Play By: Chloe Bennet

* Personality: Typically clumsy, witty, and single-minded, Loki is not an ambitious girl, but she does love a challenge. Her only love is the sea, and she's rather indifferent to the Gods' bizarre need to dictate everyone's romantic life. She cares very little about the idea of marriage, though the concept of being saddled with some dull loser or being expected to play servant to someone for the rest of her life is not particularly appealing to her. Whatever, she can roll with the punches.

While not actively cruel, Loki is frequently causing trouble, usually completely by accident. She tends o be easily distracted and her curiosity and love of entertainment can overtake anything else on her mind. She can't cook, she trips over her own feet, and she says things without thinking; all of these things and more typically turn into her setting something on fire, angering someone, or breaking something. She has resigned herself to this clumsy absent-mindedness, but she's not sure how others feel about it; she does notice when the neighbors flinch, though, it always happens the moment they see her.

The Rest Might Be A Blur.

* What do you look for in a spouse? he'd better know how to have fun. And either do what I tell him or be tough enough to deserve my loyalty.

* Likes: intelligence, cunning, patience, spontaneity, a little aggression, thinking outside the box
* Dislikes: bleeding hearts, pushiness, stupidity, conservatism

* What color hair and eyes would you prefer? What do I care? He can be purple for all I care.

* Turn-ons and offs: Wow, what? Man, I don't know what my turn ons are! I've never given it any thought. Well, I guess, uh, the wind on my bare skin? It feels pretty damn good. And for turn offs, well, I guess I'd be pretty cool after suffering through a 'conversation' with an idiot.


The Rest Might Be A Blur.

* Family: Mother: Abigail Rebecca Windhaven
Father: Oliver Antony Windhaven
Grandmother: Rebecca Valerie Stonewell
Brother: Antony Luthor Windhaven
Brother: Maximilian Antony Windhaven
Sister: Lana Abigail Windhaven

* Abilities: N/A

* Pets: There's a blue shark with half a fin that I often see in the distance when I go swimming, does he count? Otherwise, I have a dog. It's a medium sized, shaggy dog, with those half up, half floppy ears, he's pretty cute. He doesn't have a name.

* Anything Else: Nope

* History: Loki was born on the beach, a week early, and her parents love to tell her that she was the most difficult child they had. While her sister was the neediest, crying at the drop of a hat, they eventually learned when they could ignore her, but Loki could not be left alone, for fear she would fall from the balcony or set the house on fire. Her father taught her to swim and fish as a toddler, and thus started her love affair with the ocean. Loki was always closer to her father than her mother, who never believed girls needed to have anything to do with the outdoors. Loki also clashed with her siblings, for various reasons. Antony was aggressive and reckless, and Loki was always afraid he'd get himself hurt really bad; Max was belligerent and womanizing, and Lana was a whiny, clingy brat.

Loki's grandmother was a clever, sassy woman who became Loki's closest friend as a child. The other children in the area wanted nothing to do with her, not just because she was walking chaos, but because she was blasphemously named after a false god. When Loki was thirteen, Rebecca died, and Loki withdrew from life, adapting to solitude and finding it suited her. She liked to do her own thing, at her own pace, and that was difficult with others around, or so she convinced herself. Her relationships with the rest of her family got even more strained after that, and nowadays, Loki hardly talks to any of them, except her father, though even he rarely talks to her.

Time to see, the real me.

* Name: Shade

* Age: Private

* Where did you hear about us?: PBS


* Rp Sample:

It was a good, warm evening, with only a hint of a warm breeze to keep the air moving. Thorne picked her way daintily through the woods, her cloven hooves providing surer footing than the solid mass of a horse's clodhoppers. Her companions were far ahead of her, and the distance was growing; she could still hear the murmur of their voices as they lost themselves in talk. She doubted they would notice that she was gone until it was too late to come back for her. That was as it should be, their quest was finished, they had accomplished their goal, and now it was time for them to return home, satisfied that they had done their duty. Thorne would return to her forest and idle away the days until someone else came along, in need of her help.

Thorne flicked her ears as the faded voices of her former companions were drowned out by the equally faint voices of strangers. Unlike the voices she wanted to keep listening to, these were many, they were loud, and they were growing closer. She almost turned and walked away, but something tingled under her flesh, and she shivered her skin; ah, that prickle, it was familiar! She edged closer, and the sense grew stronger. She knew what this was, and she found herself unable to walk away. She followed the voices, and the tingle, to a tiny village on the edge of no where.

The ritual was not the same in every country, or even every town or village. Many places had dissolved such things completely, calling them outdated and womanizing. Thorne didn't understand those words. All she knew was that this was a ritual she was fascinated by; her kind did not mate, so she liked to see the courting habits of all creatures, it was all so alien. So she stood in the trees at the edge of the village, hidden away, though she doubted any of inhabitants would have noticed her; all eyes were on the dancing girl and the roaring bonfire in front of her. With firelight dancing in her brilliant old eyes, Thorne watched the girl dance, felt the music down in her bones, and heard the primal howling of the boys.

Seconds felt like minutes, and Thorne picked up on the girl's displeasure; unicorns were sensitive to the emotions of others. She never meant to interrupt, but she found herself trotting closer, eeling her way between the townsfolk, skipping over a boy who had bent to the ground, and prancing over to the dancing girl. She pulled herself to a stop at her side, tail flagging, head high, eyes glittering with amusement. She fixed the girl with a fond look and shook her thick, tangled mane.

"Child, what are you doing?"

The credits YO!.

This was all made by Cvdude86, You steal, I will hunt you down, and fucking beat you to the ground.

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