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[trickor]

Character: Loki Odinson
Series: MCU: Thor & The Avengers
Character Age: appears to be in his twenties or thereabouts
Job: Pep-talk-giver KING OF C.F.U.D.
Canon: Loki is a trickster, a prankster, based on the God of Mischief from Norse mythology. At heart, he's a mischievous boy who just wants his father's approval. Unfortunately, that heart was broken when he found out he was adopted, that nothing he could do would be enough to win his father's love. By Avengers (2012), Loki is no longer the lost prince of Asgard, the second prince who will never match up.

As one of the other characters in the movie describe him, Loki's brain is a box of cats: he is hard to understand and impossible to control. He's motivated by loneliness and heartbreak, but he is no longer willing to play second-fiddle to his overbearing brother. Loki is proud and grandiose, a charismatic speaker--silvertongue, he's called. He's smooth, slick, and makes even the worst of ideas sound tempting. Loki sees himself as superior to the lowly mortals (humans) and is of the opinion that all they need is an overlord to unite the world as a single kingdom.

Sample Post:
Oh, look at you. Look at yourself, at your fellow zombies. That is the term coined for your type, is it not? How pitiful your existence must be. To be twice-cursed, rotting maggot-feed, falling apart with every hasty movement. Is it not better to simply accept your worth? Your worth being...utterly, absolutely nothing, naturally. Ah-ah-ah… I would really not suggest attempting an attack. I am a god and there is nothing such creatures as yourself can do to harm me.

It really is such a shame, how very weak you all are. To use the dead to raise an army is simply inspired. An absolute stroke of genius on the part of your leader. This... Director Sayre. A pity it did not work as she intended. An army like this would fall to pieces before the battle even began. ...This trap she has built, though. It's really quite impressive, to keep and maintain a one-way entrance accessible to all the realms. There are, of course, inhabitants of those from outside Earth here? I was rather certain I saw a few earlier. Do wipe that insipid look off your face, it's terribly unflattering. Oh, is it confusion? I'm terribly sorry; your expressions all looks the same to me. It must be the lack of nose and eyebrows. In any case, an explanation of the realms...

Allow me to share a story.

The branches of Yggdrasil reach far and wide, and cradled within, from tip to roots, are the Nine Realms. Different worlds, as your kind might know them. It is in one such realm that our tale takes place. It is a realm of strife and conflict. A realm that tears itself apart from within. The people of this realm are a weak race, small and petty with their desires, fears. Their dreams amount to nothing, their ambitions mere specks to be crushed. Their lives are short, gone in the blink of an eye; nothing to show for it, no true legacy left behind in their meager attempts to make something of themselves. These people do not know what to do with themselves, where to go, how to think. What they need, what they crave, is subjugation. A ruler to lead them, a king to guide them. To be dominated is their natural state of being, you see. Freed from the necessity of making choices they regret, freed from the pain of doing wrong.

These people, you see, are the dear, dear humans. After all, they were made to be ruled. As their dead, you are no better. Your Director has so little presence, she may as well not exist. A change in regime is, perhaps, in order. Now…

Kneel.

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