
I was a monster
Username: hqmary
Name: Loke
Name Meaning: Variant of Loki, the Norse trickster god.
gender: Male
Height: 2 3/4 feet
personality: Loke's personalty is a dish with equal parts self-loathing, sadness, and fear, with a good serving of craziness added to the mix.
third eye powers: He can control heat, if he focuses. That includes lighting fires, changing air temperature, and occasionally sucking all the heat out of a living thing, causing them to die. I did say he was crazy.
what animal patterns are on him?: Macaw, puma maybe, chipmunk, zebra, giraffe, alligator, hyena, tiger, gazelle, and a horse mane.
Strengths: Although he hasn't found out yet, he's awesome at cooking. He is also very consious of those around him, and is a pretty good problem solver, when he's not losing control.
Weaknesses: He loses control of his power when he becomes agitated, using it to cause mass destruction until someone stops him (a bucket of water to the face works) or he knocks himself out.
Conditions: Circuit Rot, White noise on screen due to deteriorating mental health, breathing problems
Why the chains? Loke always liked the feeling of cold, smooth metal sliding against his fur. He added the metal weight later, to slow down his gait and give others time to flee if he lost control.
~Birth~Two Hazard Cats stood, waiting impatiently for their spark to be given to them. Soon, a human bent down and placed a bundle in front of them. The female, her fur rippling with animal designs, pulled back the cloth, revealing a small, furry face, eyes closed. Three different designs were on his face: Macaw, zebra, and giraffe. The male snorted. "Not exactly handsome." he muttered. The female turned to glare at him. "Luthor! He's your SON." Tenderly, she grabbed the scruff of the child and confidantly walked out of the facility.
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Odin peered down at his little brother's face. "Why exactly is he special again?" he said, resentment clear in his voice.
"Because," his mother said patiently. This was a commonly discussed topic. "the nice human scientists, using a translation gadget, promised us that if we gave our baby to them before it was born, they could make him better." Odin glared at the spark. "He doesn't look special." he said.
"Yes, but he is. They gave him a special kind of Circuit Rot to make his power stronger, and messed with DNA to make him better." Luthor butted in. "Now, go to bed, Odin. It's getting late."
Reluctantly, Odin left, leaving his parents with the baby.
~Attack~Loke was surrounded by enemies on all sides. "Hey, Supercat! Try avoiding this!" A rock flew by his face. Another bounced off his shoulder painfully. He shrunk into himself, trying to protect himself from the blows. "S-stop it!"
He tried to sound assertive, like the Hazards in the 'standing up to bullying' clips, but a stutter slipped in last second. He didn't even have a stuttering problem! "S-stop iiiiit!" the others mocked, closing in on him. "Bet I can hit the runt's screen!" someone called out. A huge rock, aimed right at his chest, flew towards Loke. It struck a heavy blow, and a spiderweb of cracks branched out from point of impact. A sudden hush spread over the gathered cats. One or two ran away. Then a group of three, then four, and all the sudden it was a free-for-all, everyone running away as fast as possible.
It was only later that Loke noticed that his ear was on fire.
~Loss~Loke sat, head pressed to the wall, as his parents argued in the main living area. They were arguing more and more now, always about him. Odin stayed as far away as possible as much as possible.
The sounds of snarling and hissing were worrying. What if they hurt each other? Loke opened all three of his eyes, feeling the temperature of the air come under his control. Carefully, he crept out, unnoticed by his parents. Their angry yowls were deafening at this close a range. Gathering all his resolve, Loke yelled out four words. "STOP FIGHTING RIGHT NOW!"
His parents, shocked into silence, stared at him. There was something unfamiliar in their eyes; he couldn't quite place it. His father took a step closer, his eyes narrowed in anger. "This isn't your problem, Loke." his voice was low and full of venom.
"Yes it is!"
In three strides, Luthor was directly in front of Loke and backhanded him across the face. It wasn't a hard blow, but it took Loke by surprise. The air heated up around him, but his father looked freezing. Then, to his mother's surprise, father and son collapsed in the same instant; Luthor like a sack of potatoes, Loke with a yelp of pain.
Loke never saw her or Odin again. Luthor was dead.
~Present Life~Loke currently lives in solitary confinement in an adoption center, and their is an ongoing search for his new owner. He doesn't mind being there, and likes the quiet seclusion. He loves challenging crossword puzzles, and is pretty good at them. Sometimes he'll tape his third eye down and play a game of chess with another Hazard cat.

I was a problem child
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