trickntreats | character info meme

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character info meme

BASICS.
➥name / nickname / origin and meaning of name.
➥age / birthdate / birthplace.
➥gender / sexual orientation / current relationship status.
➥nationality / ethnicity / race / politics.
➥current residence / occupation / title.
➥misc.

PAST HISTORY.
➥hometown.
➥important memor(y/ies).
➥past failures.
➥biggest role model.
➥biggest disillusions from childhood.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.
➥height / weight.
➥posture / build.
➥skin / hair / eyes.
➥tattoos / scars.
➥glasses / contacts.
➥distinguishing features.
➥dominant parental traits.
➥style / fashion.
➥health status.

HABITS.
➥balance / movement / walk.
➥habits.
➥speech / voice.
➥sleep patterns.
➥home.
➥daily rituals.

PERSONALITY.
➥intelligence / knowledge.
➥secret desires.
➥self-confidence.
➥most / least proud of.
➥expression.
➥dominant / submissive.
➥patience.
➥logic vs emotion.
➥most / least at ease when.
➥sense of humor.
➥biggest wish.
➥strengths / weaknesses / fear / regret.
➥virtue / sin.
➥optimism vs pessimism.
➥introversion vs extroversion.
➥biggest accomplishments.
➥musical / artistic talent.
➥secrets.

EMOTIONAL.
➥morals.
➥taboo.
➥etiquette.
➥self-control.
➥spontaneous vs structured.
➥instinctual vs logical.
➥public vs private.
➥strangers vs friends.
➥then vs now.
➥marriage / children / family.
➥sex / love.
➥motivation / discouragement.

LIKES/DISLIKES.
➥color.
➥clothing.
➥place.
➥room.
➥food / drink.
➥music.
➥movies / tv.
➥actors / actresses.
➥books.
➥historical figure.
➥school subject.
➥animal.
➥simple / great pleasures.
➥most prized possession.

RELATIONSHIPS.
➥loves / lusts / crushes.
➥lovers / (boy/girl)friends / marital status.
➥friends / mentors / rivals.
➥perfect partner.
➥trust.

SEX/ROMANCE.
➥view on romance.
➥first date.
➥promiscuity.
➥turn-ons / turn-offs / fetishes.
➥first sexual experience (OPPOSITE SEX).
➥first sexual experience (SAME SEX).

FAMILY.
➥immediate family.
➥race of mother/father.
➥parents.
➥siblings.
➥children.

RELIGION.
➥spirituality.
➥superstitions.
➥chinese zodiac.
➥astrological zodiac.
➥element.

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"What's your name? Your nickname? Or the origin and meaning of the name?"

Well, geez, if you don't know my name by now I'm gonna have to get myself a new mun. What? Hey, babe, I've gotta keep some mystery, don't I? May as well be handing out pamphlets about myself. Where's the fun in that?

Oh, fine. For the record, that's blackmail and just 'cos I'm proud of you doesn't mean I'm not gonna get you back.

My name is--well, see, the thing with my name is that I've got a few. Okay, so some of them are technically nicknames, I s'pose. 'Mr Trickster' is usually a good one. Nicely descriptive! Lotta hunters know me by that. And, I mean, isn't it obvious where it came from? Trickster. Need I say more?

As for others, well, Loki's pretty obvious. Hey, I needed a cover, didn't I? Loki was my best bet! And it wasn't exactly easy gettin' the name either, believe me. No, I take it back. Getting him to give me the name was pretty easy. Wouldn't you be willing to lend your name to someone else if you were tied to a rock while your wife spooned acid off you and they promised to get you out of it? Sheesh, no-brainer.

It was the stuff that came after that kinda sucked. Throwing Loki, the real Loki, and Sigyn into another dimension was easy as pie. Getting the other gods to accept me, now, that ... was just a little bit harder. First I had to come up with a way Loki got free and why Sigyn wasn't around anymore--kinda got two birds with one stone, there. I mean, wife sacrifices herself to rescue the hubby, that kinda tragic shit was all the rage back then. Then I had to convince Loki's family to take me--I mean, him--back. And geez, that was not easy! Okay, sure, they were bored enough to consider it, but seriously? Thor totally deserved that prank for what he suggested. He said since I was banished for indirectly killing Baldur, I should go and convince Hel to bring him back! And they all went for it!

Well, let's just say, Hel? A lot more observant than her aunts and uncles. She knew I wasn't Loki. What can I say? My wards were still in the development stages. Either way, it took a lot of fast talking and little father-daughter inter-dimensional phone-call before she was willing to let that one go. That and a few favours. But I digress. In the end I did get Baldur back and the Norse gods did welcome Loki back with open arms--well, they let him slide in the door during Baldur's welcome home celebration, anyway--and all it took after that were a few conjurations and petty grievances before everything was hunky-dorey in the northlands again. And that's how I got my name.

... What? My other other name? Sorry, can't hear you through the static! You really needa get your mental phone-lines checked.

"How old are you? When were you born? And-or where?"

Mmm. You really come up with winners, don't you? And in case you couldn't tell: that there was sarcasm.

Tell you the truth? I've lost count. I know, I know, I look good for my age. Stop with the flattery already! Only ones I can say for sure are older than me are my big brothers Mikey, Luci and Rafey. And Dad, of course. And ... well, probably Death. Maybe. Yeah, I know what he claims, but Azriel says the same damned thing, doesn't he? Final thing to be reaped! Someone's gotta kickstart things again, don't they?

Hey, I thought you liked tangents. Besides, don't you know it's rude to ask an angel his age?

Yeah, okay, you got me. Well, there wasn't really a little thing called keeping time back then, which you oughta know. You're a pain in the ass a lotta the time, but you're not stupid. You're just doing this because you can. No wonder you've got me in your head! I'm so proud.

So, no birthday. Let's go with the where. That's a little easier. Sort of. I mean, babe, you've got a great imagination, but the plane I was born on would blow your mind. Humans just aren't equipped to imagine that kind of thing.

Try anyway? Tsk. Your brain. Pretty sure Dad just kind of popped us out of the fabric that underlies creation. Well, everything's gotta have a foundation, don't they? Dad was it. His throneroom, you guys call it. More like a cradle. Or a body. Anyway! All that stuff about Him and He and masculine pronouns is just a language trick. He basically gave birth to us. Yep, Himself. I mean, He's God. He can do that.

... Babe, that's an image I really did not need to see. Just remind me to paste it into Raphael's mind next time I see him. But, yes, that's essentially correct. Dad is the original basis for mpreg. Can we move on to another question now? You're starting to freak me out a little, and trust me, that says something.

Edited 2012-07-20 10:40 (UTC)

"What's your gender? Your sexual orientation? Are you currently seeing anyone?"

You need to get your eyes checked. Well, your physicals. You don't have the metaphysicals to--anyway! Yes, I know I'm beautiful, but my vessel is a man. At least, this one is. Name's Koisis. And he's my true vessel, so I'm not likely to leave him anytime soon. Or, well, ever, given the whole dead thing.

Okay, for the record, that thought you just had isn't all that unnerving. Actually, I kinda like the idea. Go for it. It's not like I'd be able to go back in time to pick Koisis up in that particular universe.

... You can be a real bitch sometimes, y'know that? It's only hot when I can bone 'em, babe. You're not on that list.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Koisis here is a guy, but some of the vessels I inhabited before I found him were female. And I'll tell ya, being a girl back then? Kinda sucked. Rules, rules, rules. So unless I was forced into a lady--heh--by my brothers letting my vessel bloodlines lapse, mostly I stuck to the men.

As for my other body, angels don't have a gender. Except for some of us it's kinda of like how Dad doesn't have a gender. Didn't stop Him from having kids, now, did it? That wasn't a confession, by the way. Just sayin'--that whole divide between men and women and dangly-bits ain't as clear-cut as you think.

So what's next, then? Oh, right. Well, personally, I prefer the ladies. They're soft and squidgy, and make good pillows. Unless they're scrawny like you. Gimme a chick with a little more body, thanks. Hell, why don't I just make one? You know, as a demonstration model.

Killjoy. C'mon, you'd take a second look. I'm in your head. I know you.

Oh, fine. Whatever. Just be prepared to have porn running 'til all hours of the night. No, wait. You'd probably enjoy that as long as you got to play Little Miss Innocent to everyone else. Never mind.

What were we saying? Oh yeah. Which world we talking about, babe? I know you like me and Kali. So in the original world we're not together anymore. We could've been, if it weren't for a little something called 'my sociopathic brother'. These other ones you've got going? Mm, can't say I disapprove. Re-l's a lot like Kali, and I'll thank you not to have me mix their names up while we're boning. That just kills the mood. And they just might kill me. Been there, done that, don't need a second T-shirt.

"What's your nationality? Your ethnicity? Or your race, since you're not human? What're your thoughts on big political issues?"

What, are you kidding? Now I know you're just doing this to be annoying. Ang-el. Kinda makes the whole nationality stuff moot.

I know bribery when I see it. Just 'cos I'm going along with it doesn't mean you're getting it past me. Okay, so 'angel' is a pretty blanket term. Nationality and ethnicity--not really applicable. But for Koisis? He's a Gaul, right from around the time of the Roman occupation. That makes him a Celt.

Let's just skip the politics, babe. Anything you've got on Earth doesn't even begin to cover the metaphysical wrangling that goes on, and you know how I feel about that. You can't bribe or blackmail on this one, so just forget it.

"Where do you currently live? What's your job, or what positions did you hold in the past? Have any titles, past or present?"

Now this is more like it! But again: which universe? Babe, how do you even keep them all straight? I mean, I'm feeling the love, I am, but d'you really need so many versions of the me from just this reality? It's not like anyone's gonna know what I'm talking about if I go there anyway.

... Okay, your crazy American mind-twin doesn't count. Though now you bring her up, d'you reckon she and her fiance would gimme a free show? What? It's hot, okay. And for the record, you're the one who invited me into your head.

Anyway. Technically? I'm occupying nowhere. Dead and all. Before then? Eh, anywhere that looked good. Everywhere's a penthouse when you can shape reality. I did spend some quality time in Asgard, though.

As for my job, well, now we're getting into the good stuff. My name sorta covered it, but let's go into it again: trickster. All those high-and-mighty idiots? Well, I knocked them down a peg or two. Taught 'em a lesson. Just desserts. Hey, someone's gotta take care of the dicks society doesn't get. Or the ones it creates--either way.

Titles? 'Trickster' about covers it. Loki can keep the others.

No, I'm not missing out on anything. Hey, babe, if you've got a problem with how I answer your questions--well, duh; it's not like you're being subtle about it. Where's the fire? You already know the answers.

... Remember what I said about you being a bitch? Reprint. In triplicate. That was a low blow and you're so lucky I can't actually smite you right now.

Fine. Gabriel, comma, Archangel. Gabriel, comma, Saint. My job was Dad's Messenger. Not just to humanity--well, a lotta the time to humanity--but to my siblings, too. 'Course, I didn't always do all the work myself; I oversaw the others assigned under me. The cupids? Yeah, messengers of love. They were mine.

Not as cushy as it sounds. Definitely wasn't all flitting about seeing the universe. I mean, Messenger meant words, words meant diplomacy, diplomacy meant I was constantly working my wings off to get my idiot big brothers to call it quits. And then I had to pretend to our younger siblings that everything was just peachy. I think that's the part that sucked most, y'know. It's like--no, it was--being the older sibling and watching the family tear apart, and knowing that the ones that'd get it the worst were the youngest. So I had to protect them, didn't I? None of the others were going to. They didn't have a whole lot to do with our younger sibs, but me? Let's add another title to that list: Patron Saint of Small Children. And Dad started me off on that particular duty with our family. All that stuff about Dad birthing us? Guess who played midwife. I was the first thing most of my younger siblings ever felt, even if most of 'em don't remember it.

So it really fucking sucked being the one who had everything to do with our little brothers and knowing that my older ones didn't know them enough to give a shit about them, and that I was the one who had to protect them all from the idiocy. That was my job in Heaven.

And for the record, I really hate that about you. That you think all these feelings are adorable. Go suck a cock and leave me alone.

"Anything else you want to add?"

Sucked that cock yet? No? Then I'm not talking to you.

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