Loki
Lieu: 36 Avalon Point → Haricots précoces
Interagir avec : M. Richardson, présent au même endroit que Miles Barachiel Talia, mention d'Andrew 
Eau en cascade de la tête de douche chromée brillante. La richesse était agréable, et le fait de pouvoir se permettre les meilleures choses de la vie était encore plus agréable. À Avalon Point, l'eau était toujours chaude quand vous le vouliez, et la pression était exactement juste. Malgré le confort luxueux de la promenade dans la douche, Loki lathered et rincé assez rapidement.
En sortant de la douche, Loki s'est essuyé et stylé ses cheveux avec un peu de mousse avant de se diriger vers la chambre principale. Portant rien d'autre qu'une serviette blanche en peluche autour de sa taille, comme Charles l'avait vu porter beaucoup moins auparavant, Loki monta dans les escaliers. Bien sûr, il aurait pu se doucher dans la salle de bains reliée à sa chambre, mais à quoi bon avoir 5 salles de bains si tu n'allais pas toutes les utiliser?
Le dressing était aussi spacieux que l'on pouvait s'y attendre, surtout pour un tel égomaniaque métrosexuel. Le mur gauche avait une rangée de vestes de costume et en dessous qu'une rangée correspondante de pantalons, tous les deux disposés dans l'ordre de couleur de la plus sombre à la plus légère. Le mur arrière avait plusieurs étagères de chaussures pour la plupart habillées, de mocassins et quelques paires d'entraîneurs. Les tiroirs ci-dessous contenaient des chaussettes, des pantalons et des ceintures. Le mur droit avait une rangée de sous-vêtements, de gilets et de cravates finement pressés, la rangée ci-dessous qui avait une petite collection de vêtements «casuels» : khakis, boutons-ups, cachemire et sauts d'argyle, vestes en cuir, et quelques paires de jeans à laque foncée.
Aujourd'hui, Loki a choisi une combinaison de couleur de costume classique - noir sur noir sur noir, à l'exception d'une cravate arc argent. Il aimait les arcs, ils ont ajouté à l'ambiance scientifique charmante, comme ce gars de Bill Nye. Cependant, Loki était beaucoup plus séduisant. Maintenant bien habillé et prêt pour la journée, Loki est allé à son bureau.
Traçant son doigt le long du calendrier surdimensionné, Loki a déterminé aujourd'hui la date. Le neuvième... qui serait... Loki a regardé le plafond en pensant, tournant sa chaise de bureau. Il a utilisé différents téléphones brûleurs à différents jours de la semaine, tournant le nombre associé à la date numérique du mois dans une combinaison randomisée de mois en mois. Il a décidé et a ensuite ouvert le troisième tiroir vers le bas sur son bureau. Ce tiroir était rempli d'une quantité obscène de téléphones cellulaires, tous desservis par des cartes prépayées qui ont été achetées à différents endroits à différents moments, en utilisant seulement des dosh. Loki a toujours utilisé le dosh pour les transactions illicites, tout le reste est beaucoup trop facile à tracer.
En alimentant le mobile, Loki a composé le numéro de M. Richardson. Loki n'avait aucune idée si c'était vraiment le nom de l'homme, tout comme l'homme ne connaissait pas le vrai nom de Loki. Ce qu'ils savaient, c'est qu'ils avaient une entreprise importante à protéger, et l'anonymat et la prudence étaient tout. M. Richardson ne répondrait à l'appel téléphonique que s'il a été reçu à l'heure prédéterminée et à partir du numéro de téléphone correct du téléphone de brûleur attribué à ce jour du mois.
Richardson répondit d'une voix excitée. Ce n'était pas le nom de Loki, ni un alias, mais un nom de code aléatoire non lié. Toute cette conversation serait codée, parce que... Au cas où quelqu'un écouterait. Bien que, c'était à peu près impossible. La paranoïa ne connaît pas de limites!
Comment va la femme, mon pote? Et les enfants, en obtenant de bonnes notes à l'école?La femme était l'entreprise dans son ensemble, les enfants étaient les cuisiniers et les dealers. Cet appel visait surtout à tenir Loki au courant des faits qu'il n'avait pas vus, mais Richardson l'a fait. La réunion s'est terminée sur une note positive, tout était bien avec la femme et les enfants! Richardson a suggéré un endroit où ils devraient se retrouver pour le déjeuner et vraiment rattraper! » C'est ainsi que Loki savait où quitter de façon décontractée Richardson's beau paiement pour la semaine sous la forme d'un froid, dur dosh dans une enveloppe, dont la quantité était presque aussi obscène que le nombre de mobiles dans ce tiroir.
L'emplacement était sur le chemin du café préféré de Loki, le Bean Early. Après avoir discrètement placé l'enveloppe dans l'endroit décidé, Loki est allé chercher un cuppa chaud. La petite cloche jonchait contre la porte de verre quand il entra. Ses yeux erraient vers les employés et il fronça légèrement, voyant que son préféré n'était pas là.
Comme d'habitude, M. Van Stenberg? La souris de la caissière a demandé. Loki lui a donné un sourire tordu qui lui a immédiatement fait rougir.
Je suppose que je suis tout à fait prévisible... oui, merci. » Loki a dit avant de produire sa carte à payer. Pas d'Andrew aujourd'hui? il a demandé d'un ton qui a d'une certaine façon réussi à paraître à la fois curieux et désintéressé dans sa réponse.
Pas encore, non, désolé.Elle murmura nerveusement ses excuses alors qu'elle remit sa carte et s'occupa de faire son verre. Pendant que Loki attendait sa boisson, il scannait la chambre. Certains visages familiers étaient présents - ce joli oiseau qui lui a vendu sa maison actuelle, et ce coiffeur fae. Il pensait que ça sentait un peu plus sucré dans le café aujourd'hui. C'est...
Loki
Vampire
Basic Information
| Name |
Loki Van Stenberg
The former name he was born with, kind of, the latter was chosen most recently because he liked the dramatic flair. He moves around a lot, mostly keeping to Europe, and changes his name with every move.
Aliases/Nicknames include: Low Key, Kingpin, and the Trickster
| Date of Birth |
Born to a Vikingar couple in the Summer of 830, give or take a few decades. His most current falsified documentation lists July 13th, 1992, though.
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Primarily heterosexual, though living as long as he has, he’s dabbled elsewhere to spice things up.
| Occupation |
Legal Profession? He is a Senior Chemist at the research lab in Redbridge, earned a bonafide PhD and everything! He has a passion for the sciences. Having a well-paying job like this makes for a good cover on how he really got the fancy cars and mansion up on Avalon Point.
Real Profession? Loki runs the London underground. Narcotics, hallucinogens, uppers, downers, you name it! If it exists, Low Key has a man running the stuff on the streets. And the Kingpin doesn’t just cater to the humans, hell no, he’s got the stuff to get the Sups just as fucked up. He has just plain ol’ blood too, for those too morally weak to do their own hunting, but willing enough to look the other way on how said blood was obtained in the first place. Loki’s real pride and joy, though, is O-neg. Being a vampire scientist with unlimited access to state-of-the-art laboratory equipment, Loki figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gives vampires the effect of being high - a previously unattainable state for vampires, aside from the very mild effects one could gain from tainted blood. Pressed into tiny red tablets emblazoned with an ‘O’, O-neg does different things for different vamps; For some it feels like ecstasy, some just pot, and some experience hallucinations like with acid. O-neg could take you all the way up to the clouds, and then promptly let you crash through the floorboards. It’s the real deal, and when you’re working with vampire lifespans and immunities, what the hell else do you have to do with your time? Come on, you know you want to try it...



| In-Depth Appearance |
Devilishly handsome, is that enough? No? Okay then. With soulful blue eyes and a tidy crop of chestnut curls, one might almost be convinced that Loki is innocent. But that ever present five o’clock shadow and crooked smirk betray that he is up to absolutely no good, just like the god he was named for. He stands at 5’11” with a toned and muscular build, but not overly so.
Appearances are of utmost importance to the viking - old habits die hard, I guess - and as such, he is hardly ever seen without at least a two piece suit, or a lab coat, if he’s working. Scars? Aye, he got a few of them raiding and trading his way across the Scandinavian homelands back in his human years, but most are easily hidden by his apparel.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Flirtatious ♦ Manipulative ♦ Logical ♦ Hot-headed ♦
Loki is double-edged sword, simply put. Listening to him talk is easy, a trait that made him a good college professor in his past lives. He is very intelligent and tells some of the best stories you’ve ever heard - who knows how true some of them are, though. And, hell, he could charm the pants off of just about anyone; Can, and has, most likely. Even with boatloads of charisma, he can be quite the egotistical dick sometimes. It is glaringly obvious that his own favorite person is, indeed, himself. And though vikings are known for having treated most people relatively equally long before it was the popular opinion, Loki can come off as a bit of a chauvinist. But hey, nobody’s perfect, and that’s something the Trickster never strived to be. If you can sand down those abrasive, crusty edges, you’ll find a real softy inside Loki. He just wants what everyone else wants: to have people truly care about him. 
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔A thick, hoppy brew
✔Having drinks with his best mates
✔Getting high, but only occasionally
✔Living in luxury
✔Blondes
✔Gingers too
✔Learning other languages
✔Calling women luv and doll, regardless of how well he knows them
✔Himself

✘Mead, Drink of the Gods or not, the shit tastes like candied piss
✘The French… no real reason why there
✘Unkempt people
✘Religion, as a vampire and as a scientist
✘The telly
✘People who can’t keep secrets
✘Humans, most of the time
✘That hideous mockery Marvel has made of his namesake
| History |
This section could go on for pages, but brevity is in fact the soul of wit. Flóki Björnsson was born to a jarl and his wife in 9th century in the lands now known as Sweden. Growing up in the Vikingar lifestyle was as much as one might expect: tough, violent, bloody, but also noble, adventurous, and enriching. Vikingar ideals make up a lot of who Loki is today, and don’t believe all the clichés and stereotypes you hear about the Vikings, they aren’t the savages history books paint them to be. Flóki’s human life ended in a brutal battle across the sea in what is now Poland. It was a warriors death that would make his father proud, and earn his place in the halls of Valhalla, or Fólkvangr, he wasn’t picky. At least, that wouldn’t have been the case, if he hadn’t woken up after, bloodied in a field among his fallen brothers and sisters with a burning thirst in his throat unlike any he’d ever known. Naturally, he went on to murder the nearest living, breathing thing… or ten. And the rest, they say, is history!



In modern times, Loki makes his mark by finding new ways to turn heads in different locations around the world. Every few years, mostly when people might start to question why he isn’t aging, Loki moves and takes on a new name and identity. He takes his business and the money it makes with him, of course, and though his legal surname changes, his aliases remain, as does his first name. Low Key is not fond of the mass outing of the supernaturals, preferring to keep his nature like his business, underground. Nothing good can come of the humans knowing about the Others, not that he feared them. No, they were a fickle race that was likely to bring about their own demise just to get there point across… and that would make finding a good meal a hell of a lot harder.
| Family |
Jarl Björn, father, died in battle.
Jarl Ragna, mother, died shortly after, giving birth to Loki’s sister.
Frida Björnsson, sister, unknown…
| Strengths |
 The quintessential businessman
 Quick thinker, and often correct in that thinking
 With age comes wisdom


| Weaknesses |
 Flounders when not in absolute control of a situation.
 Acute paranoia, well, maybe not so acute.
 Prone to violent outbursts when pushed too far.

The Other
| Theme Songs |
The Dope Show – Marilyn Manson
”The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain, narcissistic and so shallow
…
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind”
| House Number |
36 Avalon Point
| Extra Information |
Want to know more? I guess you have to come figure that out.




Loki Van Stenberg

Blake Preston
"Ahh, the Youtuber. I suppose it’s a good a way as any for a pretty girl to make a penny."
I like blondes, but tend to keep away from the human ones… especially when they can’t keep their noses out of business that clearly isn’t any of theirs. Her interest are apt to get killed one day, not that I care.
Daniel Belson
"Now this one is a real master of his craft. I’ve spent many a night with my mates whilst he tended bar."
Seems like a decent bloke. I don’t know him well, but I’ve always enjoyed the company of demons. Plus, I think he’s one of the few men in this city that could match me in a drinking contest.
Alistair Queen
"What good is a King without a Queen?"
Handsome, well-dressed, ambitious… hell, it’s basically like looking in a mirror. What can I say? He’s my best mate, and has been for a few lifetimes. He runs things above ground while I, well, he’s the only one outside of my force that knows what I really do.
Mariska Costas
"Does someone smell… fish?"
Jokes aside, I don’t have much to say about this one. She has a nice enough voice, good background music when drinkin’ at the pub.
Nikita Yankovsky
"Wonder why she traded in the fuzzy cuffs for real ones..."
Yeah, I don’t like cops. Three guesses as to why. She seems like one of the better ones though, probably smokes pot on her days off. While she isn’t really my type, I’d be up for a little roleplay session. “I’ve been a real bad boy, Officer!”
Mordred Hame
"Great talent, but what is with that hair?"
Another demon, yeah, this city is crawling with them - most are, what better places to rustle up some chaos? Viking Metal is my genre of choice, naturally, and Cloak of Shame is among the best metal bands London has to offer.
John Taylor
"Again with the hair, I don’t get it."
He did my latest tattoo, the eagle on my shoulder here. Great work, in all honesty. I’ll definitely be going back to him for my next piece.
Eve Lumière
"Uggh, the French. Don’t get me started."
That accent almost makes the drinks taste bad. Drop dead gorgeous though, so it’s always worth the visit. I wonder what she’s like in bed, hopefully quiet.
Catharine Reid
"Girl knows how to run a business, I can appreciate that."
The vampires in this city pretty much all know of each other. I like her spicy personality, should get to know her even better. I’m sure we’d be chums in no time.
Opallum
"Untapped potential, what a shame."
I’ve had my eye on this one. Many of my men went from rags to riches under my employ. Hopefully he’ll accept my offer, I always have use for a man who knows his way around the streets. Plus, I know he has junkie friends.
Andrew Mordekai
"He makes a real strong, HOT cuppa!"
Blood, Booze, and Tea. Those are the beverages of choice listed in order of importance. Mr. Mordekai makes takes care of the third every morning before I head to the lab. The real lab, in Redbridge. Just to clarify...
Suriel White
"What the fuck is that?"
Listen, I’m all for doing whoever you please. But the kids these days with their LGBTXYZ alphabet-soup personalities! Honestly, is that a man? A woman? Don’t confuse me like that, mate! I don’t want to have to guess about what’s in your trousers...
Miles Catrose
"He’s a local hairstylist. He gave me a cut once, I won’t be hurrying back any time soon."
Not because he wasn’t good, no. Faeries just smell like pudding. Delicious… irresistible pudding. I’m glad I didn’t fang out and devour him then, that would have totally blown my cover. I’m not looking to pack up and change my name again, London suits me. I keep my distance from this kid for both our sakes, even though one of my men is his dealer.
Yukiko Abe
"I saw her at the shop where I got my ink. She’s one of the other artists… I think she owns the place too."
That isn’t all I know about her. Alistair told me about her. She is playing Mum to London’s Youngest Vampiress. Too cute.
Mona
"Looks… familiar."
Though, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting this one.
Faron Romane
"That shop he works at screams witchcraft, I’m surprised the bigots haven’t torched it."
Pothead kids are a dime a dozen around here, but I can’t complain. Business such as his pays from my morning cuppa from Andrew, every little bit counts!
Nicolas Black
"Good Afternoon, Detective Black." *cue devilish smirk*
A cop and a werewolf. I’ll keep my distance, wouldn’t want him shedding on my new Kiton… or sniffing about my rear.
Maggie Spencer-Adyemi
"She works at the plant nursery where I bought those succulents over there." *gestures to cacti*
I don’t know much else about her. Smells human, but possibly a witch. You get a keen eye for picking things like that out when you’re this old.
Megumi
"That’s Ali’s ward… Kids aren’t really my thing."
That’s a lie. I think she’s adorable… but definately creepy. It’s hard to believe that she’s as old as she is, with the bouncing around and primary school bit. She definitely livens up Alistair’s cliché abode, though… well, I’m not sure livens up is the right phrase, given that neither of them are really alive.
Stefani Roche
"Looks familiar… ahh, yes! She was the receptionist at the tattoo parlor."
There she is, London’s Youngest Vampiress. Pretty as a peach, she is. Alistair gave her a few pointers on “Vamp life”. I wouldn’t mind giving her a pointer or two myself. In due time...
Ari Amari
"Ari’s another close mate of mine."
I met the Sphinx when he moved in a few blocks down. He’s one of my best paying customers, though he doesn’t know that he is essentially buying the stuff from me. What can I say? Anonymity is everything to me and, though he’s always fun to party with, I don’t know that I can trust him just yet - especially if the blimey bastard think the Egyptian gods are better than the Norse, that’s some fine coke yer snortin’, mate!
Katharine Haynes
"Hmmm..."
Is that the girl who works with Andrew? Or is she from the other shop… I can’t remember.
Felix Underwood
"I’ve seen her at the library on occasion."
Judging from the pentagram jewelry and thick cloud of incense about her, I’m pegging this one as a witch too. That, or she’s a human wannabe witch. I don’t know what would be worse...
Elise Callaghan
*Hums one of her compositions*
What can I say? Classical music is the only vampire cliché I indulge. Okay… maybe it’s not the only one. That’s, that’s beside the point! She’s lovely. A bit curious that she doesn’t speak, what’s that about? Maybe it’s just part of her stage persona...
Claire O'Malley
"This one is Irish, I’m guessing."
I don’t know her well, I’ve just seen her and all her freckles at the grocery store once or twice.
Barachiel Alexander Eamon
"Ugh, what an awful suit… he must have gotten it from a charity bin."
I don’t know him other otherwise. Gods, man, were you even trying to look good?
Ethan Cooper
"..."
This stranger is surprisingly attractive.
Alfie Liau
"Oh, Alfie! I like Alfie."
Some vampires are just a hoot to be around, and he’s one of them. I’ve never seen him mope about what he is, unlike most ‘monsters’, and I adore his “grab life by the balls” attitude. I’m glad we’re neighbors, and friends.
Astrid Kitchener
"She works at that bistro nearby."
I’d rather make a meal of her than be served one by her. Very pretty girl, woefully human.
Michael Elior Harel
"Stopped in his Record shop once before… piss poor selection."
That’s not true. I’m just not a fan of “God’s warriors”. I miss the days of old, when the gods displayed their power and might by walking among men. Angels are nothing but egotistical pricks.
Aila Atleo
"I don’t know her, sorry."
What? I’m not lying, I really don’t know her. Should I?
Emerson Maddox
"Can’t trust a lawyer...."
He’s too young and far too cocky to be a good lawyer. And no, I’m not anti-lawyer by any means. In my line of work, you need to have a few friends that know their way through and around the law. How do you think I get my fake papers every few years? Maybe if I get arrested locally and need help in a pinch - which could happen, admittedly - I’ll use my phone call to ring him. How could you not remember that number, what with the annoying jingle the telly plays on his commercial… all the more reason to not watch the telly.
Talia Halbrook
"That’s the doll that sold me this lovely home."
She’s easy on the eyes, too bad she’s not a lust demon.
Liam Woodsworth
"What a life? Yes, that was sarcasm."
I can't pretend to know what it's like do be a Dhampire. It seems gods awful, I can't believe Ali managed to bring kids like him into the world. Weak, sickly creatures... I hope I haven't made any! Shit... I should be more careful. Anyway, there are those who know how to party, and those who take it too far. I'm sure you can guess where this bloke falls on that spectrum.
Freddie Milton Hughes-Jackson.
"He's new in town, works at the same library as that bird we talked about earlier."
Freddie may be the only witch in town that I don't mind. I've only chatted him up a time or two, but he doesn't seem as flippant as some of the other witches, and I can tell he's a good study. Despite all it's fantastical mysticism, magic is a science that deserves just as much study, dedication, and practice as any other. It's never a bad idea to have at least one witch in per city on my side, he just might shape up to be my London Witch.
Ryan Croft
"Those glasses are... what's the word for that style? Hipster? Yeah, I think that's it."
Head of the five-0 and an angel? He just might be the worst bloke in this city. I'll pass on any false pleasantries here. It's best that he doesn't ever see my face... something tells me he'd just know if he did. Too risky.
Aiden Lewis Phillips
"He's hit on me at the pub before, along with practically everyone else there."
Aiden's a nice enough bloke. Pretty young for a vampire, but has a brilliant mind. It's nice to be able to hold an intelligent, scientific conversaion with him. We aren't best mates by any means, but we've only just met.
Eternity Loveless
"Hmmm. Can I keep this picture?" *smirks*
Never met her, but I'm really hoping that changes. Love the hair.
Patrick Kershner
"You know how you can sometimes tell what a person is like just by looking at them? Well... he looks boring."
He's also another werewolf on the police force. Why the hell do I like living here again? I guess this is one way to make eternity pass by in an interesting manner...
Nicodem Kaminski
"Oh, Nic... I don't think he likes me much."
Yeah, we met quite a few years back. We played a game of poker and I made out with a good sum of his money. He didn't take too kindly to that. Now he's a police commissioner where I currently live. Whoops?
Anastasia 'Alison' Psomas
"Is that the best photo you could get of her? She looks... tired."
But that's just my shallow first impression, I don't know this girl. Maybe she's a dhampire? She kinda has that 'run ragged' look going on. Or maybe she's a junkie...
James Bright
"Looks like he's just a high school kid."
I've never seen him around before.