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WHO

Name: Jackson Raemers Dossier: Janus Age: 29 Mutant Risk Level: Three Affiliation and Occupation: The Jem Family, Thief Gender/Pronouns: He/him Faceclaim: Jack Lowden Casey Deidrick

POWER

METAMORPHOSIS: Often called shapeshifting, this is the ability to alter one's physical form into any human or humanoid form. With practice, mutants can also alter the voice and exact mannerisms of the form they take to complete the illusion. Advanced mutants such as Jackson can copy the exact power of whatever form the take, whether it be human or humanoid, and can even manipulate body parts into weapons and/or reform body parts if injured.

AESTHETIC

They are the wind beneath your sails, the bandage over your wound, and the realization that it never meant anything to them. The cut you get on your finger from opening a letter and the blood that stains the white carpet when it drips down. They are the fake label that is stitched onto a shirt then sold for hundreds of dollars, the flake that comes off of a gold bar to reveal that it’s copper, and the cheap paint that washes away when an itchy suspicion turns out to be true. They are your wildest dreams come true, willing to do what it takes to get you to believe in their lies.

BIOGRAPHY

Fraud and robberies became second nature, easier than breathing yet essential to keep his head from sinking below the water. It was ironic, how swift his own actions turned from survival to pure indulgence. Disordered violence increasingly becomes addictive due to the way it supplied him with a steady rush of endorphins. The taste of rebellion even more rewarding when it was fuelled by the very mutation that he’d been discriminated for his entire life. He’d unlocked his true potential, a criminal with the ability to morph fluidly from one appearance to the next.

He supposes it was a form of obsession, in contrast to his former self, an upbringing spent repressing his powers to appease his terrified parents who feared the opinion of the neighbourhood than what may become of their son by neglecting a key part of his identity. Living life as an outlaw, adorning himself in tourist t-shirts and tacky dollar store sunglasses was a vast improvement. A lifestyle that saw him existing out of the trunk of his car, mustard stains from a drive-thru burger discolouring the map which lay open on his passenger seat, red ink circling his next destination. He couldn’t picture himself living an average life, didn’t want to be another cog in a well oiled cooperate machine where he’d become just another number sat at a desk until he’d worked up enough hours to pay off a mortgage.

Jackson’s luck fell short, naturally, the second his car pulled into sin city. Las Vegas with the luminosity of neon lights and slot machines was the single worst decision he could have made. Worse than disowning his family, worse than his impulsive decision making when getting tattoos and maybe even worse than the time he’d shifted into the body of a girl scout in some desperate attempt of getting a dozen boxes of thin mints free of charge. But like a moth to a flame, it was the adrenaline that led him to do it. Shifting from one casino owner to the next, he’d committed fraud multiple times each night and donate the remainder of the money after he’d loaded up on hawaiian shirts and sugary snacks, to organisations working against mutant laws and discrimination. Like a modern day Robin Hood, only driving a rusted up old Chevrolet in dire need of a new paint job.

It’s a mixture of arrogance and a blimp in his concentration that causes it to all unravel. Facading as a beer bellied Elvis impersonator in one of the chapels, he’d spent the evening pick pocketing gambling money from unsuspecting intoxicated couples who’d been making poor life decisions. It was easy work which naturally meant he’d become sloppy, the sort of stupidity that lands him an evening in police custody and unable to show any identification on himself other than a driving license that matches his true appearance. Jackson Sawyer Raemers, born November 22nd in the state of Arizona, an individual with an outstanding warrant for his arrest and a suspected mutant. There’s no court trial, no mention of imprisonment or bail. Instead he’s transported overnight to a medical research facility, sedated and left to answer for his crimes in what he would deem to be the pits of hell.

He’s carefully monitored, pumped with medication and used as a lab rat for illnesses to watch how his mutation may help him to recover- if at all. Cut open and stitched together again, regular interviews for insights on his ability and encouraged with rewards to see how far he could push his powers under supervision. Of course those rewards never met anything more exciting than a pudding cup with lunch or a ten minute stoll in the security monitored outdoor area. The three years he’s trapped there he learns a few things about himself and his mutation; no matter how many times they tried they couldn’t replicate it in a tube, even with the ability of cell reconstruction this hadn’t granted him immunity from the common cold and pudding cups definitely weren’t worth the amount effort he’d been putting in for them.

It was entirely by chance that a group of enraged mutants in the facility had grouped together to form a riot. The building caught up in an intentional blaze that triggered cell doors to swing open and allow their occupants to vacate. With such a perfect diversion in place, Jackson takes his opportunity to escape by shifting into the appearance of one of the women who had been treating him. Able to use her fingerprints to unlock the exit, the first thing he does is hot wires the Mercedes in the parking lot and takes off back on the road. They say old habits die hard, much could be said the same for Jackson. How easily he fell back into his old games of identity theft as if three years worth of reflection had taught him nothing.

He returns to what he does best, only now it was personal, the lust of rebellion replaced with spite for those who had been disceting him like a science project. Jackson spends his time examining the faces that appear in the media voice against mutant rights and the research entrepreneurs that treated as nothing more than a paycheck. It’s how he finds himself in Chicago, rumoured a place that was almost a santuary for mutants where he’d be able to meet like minded individuals. And of course, it’s how he finds The Jem Family. He’s still not entirely sure why Damien had taken a liking towards him, his only redeemable factor being that he was reckless enough to not question any given orders in which other members may shudder at. It was an overwhelming sense of finally belonging to something, that he’d mattered outside of his own world and could really make a difference.

CONNECTIONS

LUCA MENDOZA, Confidante: If there ever was an unlikely pair, it was Jackson and Luca. It all started when one offered the other a cup of coffee then snowballed into a friendship. They actually listen to what Jackson has to say while they don’t judge Luca for anything they’ve done. In a world that’s a ticking time bomb, it’s nice to know that someone will cover your back.

NEVE KAPLAN, Ex: Nothing in Jackson’s life had ever been easy except for things with Neve. They were happy together, as if nothing existed outside of the space shared. But like all good things, it came to an end. Her own revenge drove her away, back to isolation and anger. They’re unsure if the metallic taste in their mouth is from the memories of their relationship that plague their each day or the thought that Neve would never choose them over their own vendetta. But, Jackson isn’t one to give up so easily. They’ll rescue her from whatever darkness she’s drowning in no matter the stakes.

CAIN DOUGLAS, Frequent Visit: They can tell how annoyed the doctor is with them, and as much as they’d love to leave them alone, Jackson finds themselves in their office more often than not. It’s not their fault that The House doesn’t have banninsters on some of the staircases or that they got caught in the crossfire of a younger mutant using their power. Besides, they use it as a fresh opportunity to get advice on larger things at play in their world. After all, who better to tell all your secrets to than a doctor?

JANUS is CLOSED for applications. He is taken by DEAN.

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Redone info. on my Lady Loki {Still a WIP..}

(I made this using a template made by VisionaryDame, which my sister showed me. What I own is the info and the changes I made to it.}

Introductory information -

Name: Loki Laufeydottir.

Faceclaim: Darya Goncharova.

Other titles/nicknames: Silvertongue, goddess of mischief, Lady Loki.

Age: Unknown. Gender: Female. Relationship status: Single - has loved once and lost twice. . Species: Aesir/Jotun hybrid (of sorts.) Affiliations/Organizations: The people of Asgard (in her own dimension), her past lovers, and lost children. Occupation: Former princess. Now, single and overprotective mother.

Her Appearance

Long dark hair, pale skin, and bright green eyes. She is thin, and prefers to wear black more than any other color, but will wear either green or gold if wearing something more formal.

Height: Five foot seven and a half - usually. Otherwise depends on what form she takes. Weight: Largely depends on what form she takes. Right or Left handed?: Ambidextrous, but predominately right handed. Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars: Many scars gotten over the years, and a small snowflake shaped birthmark beneath her chest. She has other marks on her body in true form, though they have been slightly altered due to her many attempts to change how she looks. Jewelry/Accessories: Two piercings, which she gave herself. Out of a final acceptance of what she was being called, and as a way to remember her fallen children; both lip rings she has are engraved with their names.

Other basic things to know

Personality: She can be cold, and distant, especially if she doesn’t know someone. It takes her a long time to become alright with anyone, as she has a lot of trust issues. She is uncertain of children and finds they make her uncomfortable, while animals make her feel more at ease. At times, she is known to be sarcastic and even snide or vindictive - however, most of the time she prefers her own company to that of others and despite feeling lonely, will still isolate herself willingly to avoid being hurt again. Aside from all of this, she can and will kill someone for coming too close to her son. Favorite things: Books in which she can learn something she didn’t now before or she can expand her knowledge on things she has found interest in, spending time in forests or gardens, cats, Nutella, and macaroni and cheese on hamburgers.

Least Favorites: Excessively crowded places, being distracted when she is trying to read, and being reminded how much she misses her children. She also hates to eat spinach or beans, if they are alone and not in with something else. Hobbies/Interests: Sitting in her pajamas barefoot, and reading books. Sometimes, she likes to watch baking shows simply because they interest her; most of the time they are the ones where people aren’t very good at it. Most of her free time is used on practicing magic, or learning new things. She likes to keep her mind busy, so she doesn’t have time for her mind to wander - a majority of her nights are spent sleepless. Which..sometimes works in her favor if Sleipnir needs her. Phobias/Fears: Her biggest fear is letting herself open up and be close to someone again. She doesn’t want to fall in love, and she doesn’t want to have another child for fear of being a bad mother or not being able to protect it. Another fear she has, is being touched. She hates being touched suddenly, or without her permission. As well as being found out by anyone from her dimension - or having her only child left killed by Odin. Habits: Cleaning her apartment when she is upset about something. Running her fingers through her hair while reading, or chewing at her lips and inner part of her cheeks when thinking. Obsessively checking on her son. Mannerisms: A lot of the time, she speaks with little emotion. The times when she shows the most emotion, is when she is asked about something in which she is very interested, or knowledgeable about. Or is talking to her child.

Skills/Talents: Lying, though she usually does it only when she has to. Mind games, puzzles, and tricking others are sometimes pastimes. She is good at writing, reading other languages, and creating art; although she believes she is not any better at it than she thinks she is at singing. In spite of what she thinks, she actually has a wonderful singing voice. Best Qualities: Attentive to detail, observant of people’s moods and how they behave. Able to remember most things she sees or hears, even if she doesn’t necessarily want to. If and when she allows herself to be close to someone, she is usually fiercely loyal to them. Worst Qualities: She can be hard to get to know, and hard to get along with if in a bad mood. Sometimes it is hard to tell if she is telling the truth and being sincere, or if she actually hates someone. Her habit of trying to get back at someone, who has hurt her or who she sees as having wronged her, has also gotten her into or caused her trouble on more than one occasion. Morality/Ethics: Her morality is sometimes questionable. It depends highly on the given time and situation as to what she will do. Goals/Motivations/Dreams: Her main goal is to find a place where she can stay and not have to worry about anything; where she will remember/be reminded of her past. Or where she will have to fear her son being taken from her.

Relationship With Others

Reputation: She keeps to herself as much as possible, so she is not known to many. The people that know her will give various descriptions or have different opinions on her based upon how they have interacted.

Friend(s)/Ally(ies): She has very few friends; though the ones she does have, she is protective of, and will share her knowledge of magic with - Britney (who is a witch), and Amora the Enchantress. Enemy(ies): She counts her ‘father’ and ‘brother’ from her own dimension as her primary enemies. As well as anyone who may be a threat to her son’s safety.

Her Abilities

Powers: x Manipulation/creation of ice and snow/fire, though it can only be used so long as she cannot be around it long without feeling ill.

x Telepathy and memory projection.

x Superhuman durability.

x Creation of illusions.

x Shapeshifting.

x Materialization of objects.

x Others (related to magic) which she is working on still. Strengths: She is most powerful with her telepathy, shapeshifting and illusion skills. Weaknesses: Dealing with fire long-term. Being around excessive heat makes her feel sick. Prolonged exposure to it ends up with her unable to do much of anything until cooled off; the string of “side effects” of being around, in, or just near too much heat begins with feeling lightheaded, then goes to a nosebleed, and continues on from there. Alternate Form(s): Her main alternate form is her Jotun form - which has been altered over time, due to her desire to make it look ‘normal,’ so she won’t have to hide it anymore. The blue of her skin has lightened; the markings she was born with have turned golden, and her hair has turned white save for the ends, which are still black. Instead of simply red, her irises are golden at the edges. The last to change - and to get her to stop trying to ‘fix’ her appearance - was the change causing her nails, lips, and eyelashes to turn a pale golden color.

This would be why she is now not only frustrated with herself, but refuses to let anyone see what she truly looks like due to being even more ashamed of it. Fighting Style: She uses magic most of the time, but has been known to resort to using either daggers or her hands if she has to. Equipment/Inventory: Most of the time, she carries a book on her, but will carry a few pocket knives if she is going out. Preferred Weapon(s): Magic or daggers. Knowledge: 10/10 Motivation: Depends on the situation. Will to act: Depends on the situation. Agility: 9/10 Power Control: 8 /10 Swordsmanship: 7/10 Hand-to-Hand Combat: 8/10 Long Range Accuracy: 9/10 Offense: 8 /10 Defense: 7/10 Social Skills: 5/10 (Depends on who she is around.)

Familial/Biographical Information

Birthplace: Jotunheim. Family -

Birth parents: Laufey (father), and Fárbauti (mother.) - Both likely deceased.

Biological siblings: Helblindi and Býleistr (brothers.) - Both likely deceased.

Adopted parents: Odin (“father”), and Frigga (mother.)

Adopted siblings: Thor, Baldr, Víðarr and Váli (adopted brothers; Thor is alive, Baldr is dead..while the others are unknown.)

Children: Sleipnir (son), Hela (daughter), Fenrir (son), and Jörmungandr (son.) - Only Sleipnir is living, her other children are all dead in her dimension.

Familial Background: While she was born in Jotunheim, she was raised in Asgard. As her dimension is vastly different from all the others, she did not have the best of relationships with her adopted family. Her relationships with her brothers and her father were arguably the worst; she knew from the beginning that she was only there to serve a purpose at some point, and to be used for other things until she reached an age of which that purpose could be met. The one person in her dimension who treated her well, was her mother. Though she did little to stop the abusive behavior of the others, she did try to keep her from it by teaching her magic. When being taught by her mother, she was kept safe from harm - any harm attempted to be brought during lessons resulted in harsh punishment and in anger from Frigga, which no one wanted.

Over the years, her time learning with her mother became shorter and shorter. Eventually, she had to resort to teaching herself, and to trying whatever she could to survive. There was, at one point, a moment when she gained favor with one of her brothers; that moment passed and in the end meant little, because he was dead soon thereafter.

Background story : Up until she escaped.

She was born in the coldest, darkest reaches of Jotunheim. Although born to the king, she was too small to be considered a viable heir. Even if she were to find someone who would marry her. Instead of keeping her in secret and raising her anyway, in hopes she may grow bigger; they had planned to kill her, to avoid the shame of having such a small child.Something, for which, her birth mother took her own life over. Had it not been for the war they were fighting with the Asgardians,her life would have been cut short at only a few days...by way of a rather cruel looking blade. After all..they could not take the chance that she would survive somehow and seek revenge upon them. That mistake had been made before in their past, so this was what they took to doing..to ensure it never happened again.

Before the blade could fall, the frozen realm was invaded by their enemies. For her, ‘saved by the bell’ became ‘saved by the enemy.’ An enemy not only to her birth father and his kingdom, but subsequently herself as well..

She was left out on a rock, when the fighting began. Through the whole thing, she was alone. The only reason she was even found, was in the aftermath - when the land was being looted for its riches. Such as it was, there were few things to be found. The most valuable, being the child left alone to die on a rock. Though she was taken not for the reason of sympathy, but for the reason of her possible usefulness later in life. After all, the throne of Jotunheim had to be sat upon by someone within its royal bloodline. That didn’t mean, however, that she couldn’t be married off to someone from Asgard, though. Giving them a double advantage - having raised her, she would owe them. And having married her off to someone - of Odin’s choosing - there would be no reason not to have the frozen wasteland and all its inhabitants in their pocket, right?

This may have been true, had she not began to piece things together for herself. No matter what she did, she was not seen as equal. Her skills in magic were called upon many times, though were never appreciated in the end once a task was completed.

As she got older, the many years of being treated differently had her believing that in some way; she was different. How she was being raised had little to do with love or affection, and had much to do with making her feel like she was simply something there for their amusement - until the time which she would be useful.

It took her a long time to figure out just what she was, and by that time, confronting Odin about it did little. She was told she should appreciate that she was alive, and that she had a home. That no matter how she was treated, he had saved her life and so therefore it no longer mattered; so long as she was living, she should be grateful. It was not until she grew old enough to truly resent Odin and his plans for her, that she began to rebel. She was testing things, in some instances. In others, she was blatantly defying everything Odin had in mind for her. Often, this led to troubles which she then had to get herself out of, and gained her more enemies than it did people who liked her.

Her most notable times of defying his wishes, came in the form of when she gave birth to two different children. One by a fleeting affection, the other by someone she had actually come to love. Both times, she thought she had gotten away with it. And both times, her children were taken and her lovers were slain. Her last child, she had by her first true love; the second to die because he had gotten her with child, and because she had been told she was to court no one. And to especially, give herself to no one. At the time, it made no sense to her. The loss of her two children sent her into a darkness, one which forgot to allow enough care in to even try preserving herself. Until she had youngest child; whom she kept in utter secrecy. No one knew of him, save for herself. It was for him, that the darkness began to break at last..giving her a reason to try.

During the first few years of her young son’s life, Loki continued to dwell on the loss of his siblings. Something for which, she never forgot..nor she ever forgave. Multiple plots and schemes entered her mind. Many ways of returning the pain he had inflicted upon her crossed her thoughts, and even more of them went array. It was not until her actions caused the death of one of her elder ‘brothers,’ and put the warrior woman Sif near death, in retaliation for her years of mistreatment; that her purpose was finally revealed to her. Odin had tired of her actions, and had decided it was time she knew for what true purpose he had brought her to Asgard. Something she had already been suspecting, though had not wanted to consider. The revelation of her true parentage came as little surprise. She had figured that out long ago, and had been trying to ‘fix’ her true appearance, so she would no longer have to hide it. Her hope had been that if she could change that part of herself - which she was sure others must have already known about, hence their treatment of her - then they would see her as equal, and begin to treat her better.

In the end, all her efforts backfired. She ended up changing her true form in ways she never wanted: ways which made her more noticable, not less. Out of her shame for it, she resigned to keeping it well hidden away - and to the fact that she would never be seen as anything more than a pawn to be used in Odin’s games.

His reasoning for taking her, proved it even further to her. No matter how she wanted to rebel, or how she wanted to object, there was a fate in mind for her that she could not escape.. Though she did delay, by causing the mysterious ‘disappearances’ of many of Odin’s choices. He wanted for her to wed someone of his choosing, and return to Jotunheim. To be queen as more of a ‘figurehead’ sense; to rule how he saw fit, and to do as she was told.

This was something that she wanted no part of. When causing the disappearances of Odin’s choices no longer worked, she began to study again. Something that many there thought impossible; something that she had but one, incomplete, and damaged old book as a source to learn from.

She was hurried, though. There was no other escape she could think of, and she was determined to leave before Odin would have his way.

In the nights before the wedding was set to happen, her plan was born. She would fake her own murder, and take her son with her when she left. How she would leave, was to be a portal to another dimension. One she’d learned to create, through reading the book she had found. It would not stay open long, and she was not sure where it would take her, but it was a risk she thought worth taking.

This is how she and her son, Sleipnir, ended up where they are now.

Background story : Life now.

It took a long time to adjust to where she ended up. Earth, in another dimension.

Life here has been different for her. The address of which she lives technically doesn’t exist, as it was created by her. Out of a desire to keep Sleipnir safe and from being found, she has changed how he looks to match that of a human child. She has also changed his name, at least while they are out. Unlike how she was raised, she has made sure to tell him as much as he can understand; she does not want to repeat how she was treated, and believes he should be aware of who and what he truly is.

As much as possible, she tries to let him live life as a normal child. For herself, she has attempted to live as she sees ‘normal’ human adults live. In memory of her lost children, she has a set of snakebite piercings engraved with their names; that also are a hint at some of the things she has been called before, and are sort of her way of finally accepting them.

One major difference between herself and ‘normal’ human adults, is that she avoids other people as much as possible. She prefers not to involve herself with anyone, so she does not have to socialize or interact with them. This being said, she has had no lovers of any sort since the death of Sleipnir’s father, and currently desires to maintain things that way. The only exceptions so far to her desire to remain absent from society, are two women with whom she has shared her secrets of magic with. One, a witch. The other, an enchantress.

{ This is a redo of her story, so it’s safe to say she and my baby Sleipnir are still a work in progress. <3 }

#character information #my version of lady loki #redone information #please tell me what you think <3

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