Loki Nevetar

[Loki Nevetar]

About You » T H E P U P P E T E E R

Alias: Jaxson.
Age: Don't ask.
Experience: Enough.
Other Characters: Tommy and Markus.

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Loki Atreides Nevetar

The Character » T H E P U P P E T

Canon or Non-Canon: Non-Canon
Characters Name: Loki Atredides Nevetar
Nickname: None at all, don't try giving him one either.
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
Blood: Pure blooded
House: Slytherin
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Likes:
+ Snakes
+ Big dogs
+ Spiders
+ The Night
+ Storms
+ A good scare
+ Fear
+ Beauty
+ Flaws
+ Imperfection
+ Mozart
+ Nazra
Dislikes:
- Perfection in any form
- Arrogance
- People who aren't scared easily
- Those obsessed with bloodlines
- Repeating mistakes
- Being bested
- Not understanding something
- Cowards
- People who are hard to kill
- Stubborn Wizards
- His wand
Weaknesses:
- Under estimates people
- Always assumes the worst
- Has no morals.
- Doesn't understand mercy
- A girl as dark as him
Strengths:
+ Wandless Magic
+ Illusions
+ Charming when he decides to talk
+ Always plans ahead in great detail
+ Very smart

Fortune or Friends: Fortune
Love or Power: Power
Strength or Intelligence: Intelligence
Courage or Fame: Courage
Rebellion or Atonement: Rebellion

General Personality: So far has he become twisted by Mordrid that he no longer understands mercy and the ways of good. He has been taught, no brainwashed, in the darkness of Magic. Those that are weak should be destroyed, those that are foolish taught through trials of pain. He has been instructed to believe that emotion has been created to hold back the magic user from achieving his full potential; that it was created to stop Wizards from becoming as powerful as they could truly be. Family friends, lovers, and strangers were all to be looked at in the same way; sacrificial pieces used to achieve the greater goal. He has been taught that there is no other life but that of Darkness and Malice.

That being said, he doesn't stalk the halls with a permanent smirk upon his lips and death on his mind; he simply goes on with his life as any other would. If he must talk to others he will, though it may sound detached and his words hollow. If he must help another to keep the facade up, he will come to their aid. He has become quite cunning in the ways of plotting and remaining hidden, as someone in his position would have to. He knows that to be discovered here would be dangerous, to have those know of the past of a true killer would lead to his capture and execution, and that is something Mordrid cannot have happening quite yet. Loki is his strongest follower, his darkest apprentice, his most destructive game piece.

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Appearance » H A N G I N G B Y A T H R E A D

Celebrity Claim: Jared Leto
Hair: His ebony black hair hangs past his eyes in the front, and well past the nape of his neck in the back.
Eyes: Grey.
Build: Muscular.
Height: 6'0"
Clothing Style: Loki may be one of the few who wears his school robes, again it's just another way to blend in. He doesn't mind them, why would he? They're just robes. Though when he is clad in something of his own desire and selection, it will obviously vary depending upon his mood. Though he tends to stick to darker colors unless a rare mood has come upon him.

General Appearance: To look upon him and truly study the appearance of Loki, you will know something is off. He seems just alittle too dark for it to be all for looks and attention. Something about the way he carries himself goes well beyond a desire to seem like he is a dark soul, and makes you know he truly is. His grey eyes seem to always be bored and unamused. His face rarely takes a look of emotion, and when it does it lingers for at best seconds before being gone once again. He boasts a powerful build beneath his clothing, one that few have ever seen or know about, concealing it beneath the robes. His hair is dark just like the rest of his appearance, and throwing it all together he seems like a man fit for Slytherin, and something else. Almost like a servant of the Dark Lord, though he would never lower himself to Voldemort.

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History » K I L L I N G T I M E

Parents:Atticus Nevetar ( Father; Deceased)
Morgana Nevetar ( Mother; Deceased)
Siblings: Angmor Nevetar(Brother; Deceased)
Children: None. Now or ever.

History: Born into servitude some would say. Born to a Father who served Mordrid blindly, a Mother who loved their Dark Lord more then she loved her own family. Loki was born into this, born into knowing one day he would serve Lord Mordrid, not the government and certainly not some good and honest Wizard who wised to bring his Master down. In an attempt to keep him out of the company of those fair hearted cowards and those will lighter hearts, Loki was home schooled by his Parents and other Dark Wizards. He was taught the basics he would need to know to pass exams, but also his studies carried even deeper into the Dark Arts. He learned the ancient histories to it, to control it, to kill with it. He was being trained to one day be another powerful wizard among Mordrid's ranks, yet this boy was something more. He took to his studies faster then most of the children, he had a detachment that made it easier for him to kill. Mordrid liked what he saw and took Loki as his personal Apprentice.

Serving under Mordrid, he was educated in the Dark Lord's most destructive magic, one that he himself had learned from the Old Magic. It wasn't completely gone from the world, the Bogart's still practiced such Magic. It was that of fear and Illusion. Loki was told that fear was the mind killer, it would freeze his opponents, but them at his mercy. However, that was only if you knew their fears. Loki was taught how to kill through fear, how to make such things become so real before the eyes of the victim that they would believe themselves to be cornered by these dark beasts. They would take it to be so real that if the Illusion attacked their body reacted just as such. It was a cruel magic that Loki took to quickly.

Upon his sixteenth birthday, Mordrid had a test for you young Apprentice, to see just how loyal the boy was to him. He was ordered to destroy the Nevetar house as a whole, no mercy. He was told to leave none of his blood kin living, for such actions would prove his disloyalty to the Dark Lord, and Mordrid had been more of a parent to him then either of his Mother and Father. Traveling to his home by carriage, the dark Loki starred up into the night sky. It was a perfect night, the moon was hidden behind the clouds and no stars shown. It was a night of total darkness. Walking up to his home, he tapped the lock and whispered the proper hex, unlocking the door, then upon his entry he set to work. He found his brother first, then lad no more then thirteen. He was sleeping in his bed, tucked in tightly and dreaming with a smile on his face. Sliding the wand into his pocket, Loki strode in mumbling the ancient spells. Angmor had awoken to a room filled with Wolves. Their eyes glowing yellow, their jaws open with hunger. Angmor had died in his sleep, screaming. Because what the mind believes to be true, the body reacts to. His heart had given out from the fear.

His parents had come next, and Loki had felt no remorse for this action. Standing in the doorway, Atticus had awoken to seeing his son chanting, clad in dark robes. He had known Mordrid had sent him, and he had rushed to stop the boy. Grabbing his wand, he turned around to see a faceless corpse starring into his eyes. With a shout of terror, Atticus had stumbled back onto his bed, though in his mind his bed had turned into a coffin, the lid slamming shut. The sound of dirt hitting his coffin filled his ears, as he pictured himself being buried alive, though in reality he was only laying on his bed. The illusion got the best of him, and as the coffin ran out of air, Atticus himself stopped breathing. His mother he had found still in her sleep, knowing her to be a drunk he was sure the truth was that she had passed out. Standing over her, he had placed a hand gently upon her forehead before plaguing her mind with nightmares and illusions of her own death. Though Morgana had survived, her mind had been lost to the madness and insanity had become her only thought. To this day she resides in an Asylum outside Prague, mumbling about a Lord of Fear who destroyed her life. Her son.

Upon his return to Mordrid, Loki was recognized as the Dark Lord's full student and adopted Son. He was seen as the heir to the Throne of Terror, and Loki proudly accepted it all; the memories of his previous family melting and drifting away. In the service of Mordrid, and sometimes simply because he wanted to, Loki went out to kill more and more Wizards and Muggles. However, unlike Voldemort, Mordrid held no resentment of Muggles and Mud-bloods, he simply detested anyone who stood against him. Loki continued to slaughter through fear, leaving both Wizard and Muggle authorities stumped as to how someone was doing this. All of his victims seemed to die from madness. Throwing themselves out windows, running into traffic, their breathing stopping, or their hearts merely giving out; yet no signs of spells were visible upon the body. The Government began to grow nervous with Loki on the loose, the Muggles afraid ; but Mordrid watched it all with sinister fascination.

It was his last killing that proved to be his undoing. It occurred only three months ago, and to this day remains to be his most wicked and heartless deed. A certain Priest, Father Orris, had begun telling his followers not to fear the demon that struck through terror and nightmares. That to reinforce themselves with faith as their armor would protect them from his attacks, and indeed it began to work. You cannot kill those through fear, who do not fear death. It had become a problem for Loki, as he knew no other way to kill without the Wizard Government coming after him. Because of that he instead went to the source of his problem. The Grand Chapel of Prague. Striding in, he had been clad in dark robes, a hood drawn over his face and Nazra, the great albino German Shepard at his side. They had stood before the massive statue of Jesus on the Cross, they had whispered their false prayers to the iconic man, a smirk of humor upon his lips as he went. Father Orris had seen the pair, and he had known who had come for him.

(Flashback)

Orris stood before the dark being nervously, his hand clutching the crucifix around his neck as tight as he could, his free hand holding the bible to his chest as he whispered to God for the strength to banish this evil. Loki had heard the whispering, and in amusement, he himself had knelt before the massive statue of Christ, praying for strength to do what he needed. Father Orris watched the act of blasphemy with shock and disgust before point an accusing finger. "Followers of the Devil are not welcome in this place! Leave now Demon!" Laughing darkly to himself, the sound echoing through the Church, Loki had stood and slowly turned around, the massive dog at his side snarling at the Priest. "And what if I was to tell you that the Dark Lord I serve makes Satan himself cower in fear?" His lips curved into a smile as the whisperings started, and Orris covered his ears against him, but it was too late. "Tell me what you fear..."

Orris had opened one eye only to see the form of a dark creature hanging from the massive statue of Jesus. It was exactly how he had always pictured a demon to look. As he whirled around in fear, he saw more and more of the creatures slinking from the shadows of the Church. Loki stood before the terrified Priest, his own appearance slowly shifting into that of a Devil. The dog at his side growing more and more in size, horns sprouting from his head and leathery black wings erupting from his back. The same happened to Loki, his eyes turning the color of blood and his skin the color of undying darkness. The Priest was stuck in hell within his own Church! Raising the crucifix to his lips, he began whispering prayers to himself, then began shouting them in defiance at Loki and his minions. However, he soon found the Devil standing over him, and the Bible was smacked from his hands has a hand closed around his throat, "Heaven's a lie you fool, welcome to my Hell." Throwing Orris down, Loki laughed as the Demons jumped upon his body and began devouring him. Orris screamed and pleaded as the flesh was torn from him and he was eaten alive, he died in pain.

However, in reality Orris had only been laying on the floor of his own Church. The demons of course hadn't been real, but he had given into his fears. He laid upon his back, his face contorted into a look of shock in terror, his mouth open with a silent scream. Smiling, Loki stepped over the corpse as he and Nazra left the dead body behind. Soon after terror once again filled the muggle community. The man that had told them to be strong and fear wouldn't best them had himself been killed through fear. They were lost without him, terrified of the night. Mordrid had never been happier, and it seemed as if all was going his way. Well, that is until tragedy struck...

(End Flashback)

Government Wizards had been watching the Church, thinking that Loki would strike against the Priest in anger, and they had been correct. They had followed the young Apprentice back to the lair of his Dark Lord, and shortly after that had called in more Wizards, professional Hunters. Mordrid had sensed something was wrong, and seconds later the Government had struck. Mordrid and his followers had fought, Mordrid taking his Apprentice and fleeing deeper into the complex. Locking themselves in his study, Loki had stood prepared to fight to the death, however, Mordrid had produced a small charm and sat it down upon the desk. "It's a port key, Loki. Use it now, it will take you to a safe house in England, to followers of another Dark Lord. We have fought bravely and done enough here, but our time is done. I am finished, you however, are my greatest triumph. You are perfect, you must escape to Hogwarts and their seek out the resurrected Dark Lord and pledge your loyalty to him." Loki hadn't argued, and had taken the port key to London. Back in Prague Mordrid had grinned as the Government burst into his study, many had died just to send Mordrid to his grave once and for all.

Hogwarts. He had hated the place. It was boring. Everyone was more concerned with chasing after sex and playing quidditch. Loki was being taught by Professors he didn't doubt he could kill. Students attempted to bully him because he was new, though they learned quickly. Although he couldn't use his full power, for now even the Ministry hunted for the Wizard who killed through terror. He did, however, plague the minds of his enemies with never ending terrors every time they went to sleep. In their nightmares he made them see what they feared most, and he always made them regret ever wronging him. He was put in House Slytherin, not so much because he was a Pureblood or because he acted like other Slytherins, but simply because his darkness surpassed any House they had, and the Sorting Hat could only think to place him there.

And so Loki begins his first year at Hogwarts, already wanting it to be over. He desires to find the Dark Lord, and kill him not serve him. He hates this Voldemort, only being loyal to his dead Mordrid. He will not stand alongside a man who has been defeated twice, he will instead stand alone, one day returning to Prague to exact his revenge upon those that dare to stand against terror itself. Those that had been responsible for the death of his Dark Lord. They would pay.

RP Sample: Look at Markus or Tommy.

Other: Note: JK Rowling did state that during the first reign of Voldemort, it was a worldwide war between good and evil Wizards, mirror World War II. The Dark Lord I described is simply the one I created who would had reigned in Prague a the time of the war and had survived through the ages through Dark Magic. The Illusions Loki uses isn't impossible, it is simply a different form of magic. He uses passive magic, magic that does not outrightly effect you, but is instead up to how the person can handle the terror. It is a different spin on evil, instead of using the same old killing curse like the Death Eaters.