magnificentmomo
That Guy
Background
Ernst Krieger was never wanted, except by the law. His conception had ruined his mother's life, and she took every chance she could to remind him of it. His teachers told him to his face that it was a waste of their time to teach him. Even the criminal world rejected him, constantly setting him up as the fall guy. Life on the Detroit streets sucks mighty hard when no one has your back, especially when you're big, blonde, and white.
That didn't change the day the big lug's father arrived. He explained that he was the minor consequence of a greater plan to ruin Ernst's grandfather for some perceived slight. His father then explained that he was Loki and that he begrudgingly needed his help. Ernst was about a half a second away from telling him to fuck off when Loki explained what he would get out of it. Power. Unimaginable power. Ernst agreed, and that day he took his fate back into his own hands, and Loki got a new piece on the board, although he will prove a very stubborn player to work with.
The deed was fairly straightforward, a giant had set up shop in an abandoned car factory and was using it to fabricate war machines, and it needed to be busted up. Ernst tore each thrall, and the building itself, apart at the seems. The giant wasn't there, but the factory was shut down. Krieger then set about running amok in the rest of the giant's business, as well as causing some trouble of his own.
The police followed the trail of burglaries and bodies (most of them perpetrated against Titanic cultists, some against less supernaturally guilty individuals) and eventually arrested Ernst. Krieger was cooling his heels in a jail cell awaiting sentencing when a representative from the Bureau approached him and offered him a deal. Somewhere, Loki smiled. Just as planned.
Description
6'4" with long straight blonde hair and beard, with a square jaw underneath. Broad shouldered and barrel chested. Stern brow and a blocky nose. His green eyes seem surprisingly soft surrounded by his sculpted and earnest face. He usually wears white t-shirts with black biker boots and black jeans, but most people remember the deep charcoal colored fenrir hide duster that is his birthright. (Hide specifically, not fur, he isn't a rapper or anything
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Krieger is surly, sure, but he isn't a blatant asshole. He doesn't take shit because he has had his fair share already. He is usually fairly brief and to the point. He isn't a jaded loner surprisingly, given his history, but if he is ever double-crossed he isn't very shocked by it. He has always been very superstitious, something that has been validated by the revelations being a Scion has brought. He doesn't take after Loki's craftiness or malice, per say, but he sure as hell shakes things up.
Ernst Krieger was never wanted, except by the law. His conception had ruined his mother's life, and she took every chance she could to remind him of it. His teachers told him to his face that it was a waste of their time to teach him. Even the criminal world rejected him, constantly setting him up as the fall guy. Life on the Detroit streets sucks mighty hard when no one has your back, especially when you're big, blonde, and white.
That didn't change the day the big lug's father arrived. He explained that he was the minor consequence of a greater plan to ruin Ernst's grandfather for some perceived slight. His father then explained that he was Loki and that he begrudgingly needed his help. Ernst was about a half a second away from telling him to fuck off when Loki explained what he would get out of it. Power. Unimaginable power. Ernst agreed, and that day he took his fate back into his own hands, and Loki got a new piece on the board, although he will prove a very stubborn player to work with.
The deed was fairly straightforward, a giant had set up shop in an abandoned car factory and was using it to fabricate war machines, and it needed to be busted up. Ernst tore each thrall, and the building itself, apart at the seems. The giant wasn't there, but the factory was shut down. Krieger then set about running amok in the rest of the giant's business, as well as causing some trouble of his own.
The police followed the trail of burglaries and bodies (most of them perpetrated against Titanic cultists, some against less supernaturally guilty individuals) and eventually arrested Ernst. Krieger was cooling his heels in a jail cell awaiting sentencing when a representative from the Bureau approached him and offered him a deal. Somewhere, Loki smiled. Just as planned.
Description
6'4" with long straight blonde hair and beard, with a square jaw underneath. Broad shouldered and barrel chested. Stern brow and a blocky nose. His green eyes seem surprisingly soft surrounded by his sculpted and earnest face. He usually wears white t-shirts with black biker boots and black jeans, but most people remember the deep charcoal colored fenrir hide duster that is his birthright. (Hide specifically, not fur, he isn't a rapper or anything
)Krieger is surly, sure, but he isn't a blatant asshole. He doesn't take shit because he has had his fair share already. He is usually fairly brief and to the point. He isn't a jaded loner surprisingly, given his history, but if he is ever double-crossed he isn't very shocked by it. He has always been very superstitious, something that has been validated by the revelations being a Scion has brought. He doesn't take after Loki's craftiness or malice, per say, but he sure as hell shakes things up.