<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/The_master_by_heise-3-2.jpg">[ img ]</a>(front long ass bangs are noticably red against the rest of the black strands)<br/>Name: Nexoki "Nex" Nathens<br/>Age: 20 (human)<br/>Race: Half-God<br/>Birth Father: Loki<br/>Adopted Parents: Nancy Nathens and Rusty Nathens<br/>Short Bio: Born to a mystery woman by the Norse God Loki. God of mischief and trickery. Raised by his father until he was six months old. One evening Loki's son suddenly went missing. Odin arranged for the child to be taken from the realm of the gods and sent into the human realm. His father searching for his child long and hard. His scream of agony echoing. Later Odin would tell his son what he had done but refused to allow Loki to bring his son home. So for years Loki would search for his son Nexoki.<br/><br/>Said son would be given to an orphanage and at the age of two adopted. His powers coming to life at the age of four changed a loving and warm home to a place of pain, torment, and icy domain. For years the abuse would get worse and become more frequent. At the age of sixteen a young man ran off and found his way into a club. The song he heard there spoke to his soul. Not in a way of entrancement and rapture but in a different way. Every day that he could he would sneak out to go to the place where the world did not seem so bleak and empty.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br/><br/>Nexoki always went off from home. What point was there in being home when it was nothing but pain and sorrow. It was torture in the form of physical and emotional pain. His mother was always screaming and calling him names. Putting him down and he was never good enough for her. Yet on the same note she refused to let him move out. He had tried since sixteen to escape her cold embrace. His father was a different story. He even looked at the guy wrong was dealt swift and brutal punishment. Sometimgs it was a backhand... Other times a fist... The man had even kicked him a few times... These parents of his hated him because he wasn't normal. They had loved him. They had been warm and kind...until that day his powers began to show. It was little things at first but that is when the hugs and kisses went out the door. When they found out he was a freak.<br/><br/>So when he stumbled upon the doorway that seemed to go on forever in the darkness that one day when he was sixteen he took the plunge without even thinking twice. He was already in hell...what could possibly be worse? Than he entered the next set of doors and the music washed over him. It called to something in him. Something that chased away all the pain, all the hurt, and all the sorrows. He had then watched as a beautiful young woman walked up onto stage. Her music that she sang...her voice in its...it all called to something in him. He would look around and watch the others seem to fall under some sort of spell that they enjoyed oh so very much. All he enjoyed was the sense of peace and balance her music brought. So he spent more and more nights this way.<br/><br/>That was four years ago and the young woman was a woman now. He still came almost ritualistically to this club. This was his escape from the world. His escape from people who hated him for something he never asked for. His long black strands only changed with red strands that made up his bangs. They contrasted yet mixed so well with the jet blackness of the rest of his hair. He watched her...always off to the side. The club owners never noticed him that way. So he could stand and watch this beautiful enchanting singer without being chased away. This escape from reality and the real world was his one and only saving grace. He enjoyed being here more than any other place in the entire world. He enjoyed watching the singer. Imagining the story behind her yet knowing he would never really know the secrets that dances out in music from those soft and red painted lips.<br/><br/>Tonight was no different from any other night. Minus the fact some girls, at least twenty three and twenty-four in age wanted his attention. Apparently their dates had fallen under the enchantment of the singer. His face always so void of emotion yet so naturally sexy. With almost god like beauty and grace he was fawned over. Rarely did he notice but tonight was different. Tonight he had sexy girls of all hair colors dancing against him until he walked away from them. When none was looking he whirlwinded to the other side of the club. Standing in his new place. Nobody ever would know. Even if they had seen it so many were already intoxicated it would be taken as just a trick of the drink.<br/><br/>He only enjoyed seeing the beauty who sang. Her songs were always so beautiful. Pulling tightly on the strings of a dry and aching heart. Tugging on the musical cords of his soul and mind. It was amazing he didn't break into hums and song softly when she sang. It was because most of him was dead to the world. Killed by the lack of true family his entire life. There was this music...it awoke feelings he thought he smothered like a raging stove fire cut off from oxygen by a single pot lid. His gaze moved to the singer's face this night. She met his gaze and his dark eyes shimmered with power. The look in them that of a person who had nothing but felt like they had everything just when they heard her song. He just stood there...gaze to gaze with the singer...before the curtain fell.<br/><br/>Even after the curtain fell he just stood there. The crowd beginning to dwindle and weed out as the night was drawing to a quickening close. He just stood there. Here he felt free...out there he felt pain. So he would just hold his place here...slightly enclosed by the shadows of the room...for just a little while longer. He opened his eyes again and everyone was gone. Only then did he take a seat. He just stared at the ceiling for the moment. Nobody here and he was free to let his thoughts roam across the wide open plains of his mind. He didn't want to leave but in a moment he would have to. He stood and began to head towards the door again. His mind trapped in thought of the day to come. He'd sleep some of it away. Get yelled at and scolded. Belittled and demeaned. He was numb to the world and even the physical pain just left him more numb than before. He opened his hand and within a small ball of light a yo yo appeared. "Gifted with powers that cursed me with sorrow..." he says to himself.