Superheroes RP

"I know not of such a place."

"Pity." Loki shrugged, then sighed. He paused where he stood, planting the end of his staff firmly on the icy ground. "Some might say it is quite beautiful."

"Is? So this place still exist?"

"Of course. Parts of it have been damaged almost beyond repair, but it still exists." That was, of course, Loki's fault; the Bifrost had been destroyed because of his actions.

OOC You know, how did Thor return to Earth without Bifrost? I forget

IC

"I wish I could say the same for my land..."

OOC: To be honest, I don't know. He just kinda turns up in Avengers, doesn't he?

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"What is the fate of yours?"

"Lost in the past, buried in the sands of time and forgotten."

OOC Yeah, I don't know how he did it for te life of me

OOC: I guess it's on the wiki somewhere

IC:

"That is the burden some of us must bear." Loki let his gaze wander, as if he was thinking of his home, but really he was just plotting his escape.

"Your offenses are minor. I shall grant amnesty this time, but I wouldn't recommend trying it again."

His cool blue eyes snapped back to Shadow Embracer, narrowing. "You think you could best me in combat? On Asguard, we pride ourselves on this."

My brother more so than I.

"Thinking isn't the same as knowing."

"On this, you are wrong."

Loki took a step back, a smile slowly stretching his cheeks. A light grew and then faded around him, replacing his formal suit with his traditional Asguardian garb: long green cape, horned helmet and fitted armour.

"You seem familiar now..." That style of robe and helmet was one my clan had one contested with.

Name: Genre
Allegiance: Unknown
Powers/skills: Poison expertise (used to break his victims into extreme fear or excitement), contortionist (able to bend his body in weird ways)
Nature: Natural
History: Nothing is known about the Genre outside from his increasingly erratic behavior. He'll rob a bank one night, and then save children from a burning building, and then kill two people and then stop a heist. It's all dependent on the mask's face. He wears a simple black long sleeved shirt and black pants but wears a white mask that can change expressions from the famous 'comedy mask' to it's opposite, the 'tragedy mask'. It's universally accepted that this mask is how he decides all his actions, trouble is that no one knows when he'll change the mask's expression.
Personality: Impossible to gauge as he's mute so his action'sare the only things that can speak for him but even then it's impossible to predict him.

Whoa.... That's AWESOME!

Thanks!

Over the rooftops was a man on the run. He jumped between buildings before slipping himself through a small space between the buildings and he throws two daggers at the police chasing him. They embed themselves in their shoulders.

One of the policemen could've seen Death himself due to his screams and the other one could've been dropped off in an amusement park with his wild happiness.

Genre had no intention of stopping!

OOC Oh Red...

As I'm prowling the streets, I see two policemen and some other person I haven't seen before.  Ever so curious, I follow, my eyes changing color to a curious light green, almost like a cats.

I slide downward and wrap myself around the woman's legs before standing upright again and turn to observe her, like a cautious animal wondering if she was prey or a predator.

My face was currently on the tragedy face, looking quite gloomy.

I raise a curious brow, "Who are you?"

A low guttural sound is heard, but nothing resembling human language.

He puts his hand on the cheeks of his mask and moves them upward to resemble the 'comedy face' as he lunges toward her.

I dodge, "What the hell?"

He twitches a little as he stands up,

"Ehhhh..."

I ready my mind for anything, "Can you talk?"

He makes no sounds, only shifting his mask's face from comedy back to tragedy.