# Hayden "Loki" Ziepke
### Overview
Loki likes to equate himself to a stray black cat on the alleyway, an omen of coming misfortune that is always short just one more plate of food, slowly knocking down a can of paint with its raised paw and running from its pursuers with a piece of fresh meat on its mouth. Still, it's not like he began liking being a little shit, Loki isn't THAT much of one to begin with... but well, he's already a fucking monster, right? Might as well sit on the Devil's lap, yeah?... Yeah?
At least, that's what one of Baltimore's newest arrivals tells himself, known thus far by the pseudonym of 'Loki', the homeless kid carves a path made of burnt wood and broken glass in his repertoire of senseless destruction, he doesn't know where the hell he's going, but if he lies to himself, then it's all part of the fun.
Streetwise
Words on the Street
11110
Disciplines
Chimerstry
Clan Discipline
11110
Willpower
11111 00000
11111 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
00000 00000
Catlike Balance
Physical
-1
Friend of the Underground
Social
-3
Smell of the Grave
Physical
+1
FREEBIE
[-3] +Merit | Daredevil
[-14] +Discipline | Chimerstry 4
[-2] +Ability | Streetwise 4
[-1] +Merit | Catlike Balance
XP
[-4] +Ability | Athletics 3
[-4] +Ability | Larceny 3
[-7] +Discipline | Obfuscate 2
Gear (Carried)
-Barely functioning phone
-One or two molotov cocktails
-Old lighter
-Screwdriver
-Matchbox full of clips and nails
Feeding Grounds
Secluded alleyways, near parties or clubs but never inside, preferably with some sort of alcohol or drug.
Havens
Whatever hidden spot within alleys or sewers or abandoned buildings he can find, he usually doesn't stay for many nights.
Equipment (Owned)
-Nailed baseball bat
-Stolen simple toolbox
-Gas can
-Hose
Vehicles
Other
Most of his carried gear is always hidden over his weathered leather jacket.
Hayden, though he's actually fairly handsome, whether he doesn't care for upkeep or lacks the facilities for it, the matter of the fact is that he is constantly dirty and dishevelled, with messy hair and soot marks on his skin. The worse thing of all is a seemingly permanent smell of a rotting corpse dowsed in gasoline.
His closet also relays the same aesthetic, more often than not barefoot with shirts and pants that are nearly ripping apart, some with even worser smells, Hayden truly takes whatever he finds across the dumpster without any shame. Still, 'Loki' seems to find a liking to them, specifically a particular leather jacket and a pair of aviator glasses.
'Loki' doesn't talk about his past often, in his outlook, it's like whoever that guy was died that fateful night back in New York, where a strange-looking hobo showed him wonders he could only dream of on the nearly empty subway station, he still remembers that it was midnight as he saw the fluorescent light of the ad screen flow out into the air in a bizarre yet dazzling array of colorful mist, it's funny to reimagine how shocked his face was then, who in their right mind would say no to their offer of being able to make your wildest hallucinations reality? Maybe he should've seen it coming, people usually don't get THAT close to you if they want something, especially someone no one cares for... but to this day, Loki still can't hate whoever they were, despite everything, he can't imagine living like he did, alone and cold in the steel floors of the subway begging for a change of heart just to survive. He doesn't even know their name and they never asked for his own, but they taught them all they could, they weren't the best teacher, but Loki knows the general basics of the society and the Masquerade itself, but then, like they first promised in his training period, his sire left him to fulfill the prophecy of his 'blood', whatever the hell that meant, to find his own path throught the nights, alone, like a Ravnos should.
And so, Hayden died and became Loki, Nordic god of chaos, or at least, that's what he remembered from that slightly more interesting book, it was a cool name to take. Still, Loki found quite the creative ways to fend for himself, from making a distraction to get the cash register to inducing a trauma flashback on a vet to ransack his place for some goodies, and of course, his favorite past-time, setting shit on fire. It was hard at first, like water to rabies, suddenly getting afraid of his own toys wasn't a neat experience... but his desire to wreck havoc was stronger. In fact, stronger than ever before, Loki was already a menace of his own, but this was different, every whirlwind he made was far more satisfying than any high or bite he could ever take... so maybe it was obvious that he'd get enemies.
Loki was, unfortunately, an unlikeable asshole.
An asshole that broke things, and even more worser, sometimes in Camarilla territory. Sometimes... he goes too far, not enough to cause a blood hunt, he never was THAT important in politics, but people were inconvenienced enough that they were willing to end him. So, in true Loki fashion, he did what he does best. Run away as fast as he could.
Taking favors from people, hiding as nothing more than a shitty smell below the bus, actually being... 'friendly' with Kindred to get what he wants, Loki seems to have gotten himself in a cycle of constantly causing shit and instantly leaving once shit got too hot.
After a few shenanigans across New Jersey, Loki finds himself in his very first 'Anarch' town, he tentatively testes the water with his toes, causing one or two fires there as he gets himself situated within the town, whispers in the streets speak of tense relations between the big heads, and frankly, he doesn't want to be the spark that blows shit up... though... the more he thinks about it, the more he gets tempted to just go for it. However, as much as Loki wants to continue to stroke his most materialistic desires... he, in the bottom of his heart, just wants to live to see the next day, he doesn't really know why he's still living, but he doesn't want to die, and so, he lives life meaninglessly as he breaks and breaks more things, doing the same thing and expecting a different result.
At the end of the day, Loki has never changed from who Hayden was.
A scared kid that just wants to do good enough to do his own thing alone, whose parents kicked him out because all he ever knew what to do was scream and lash out, following a generational trend of 'pushing the chick out of the nest', even if that chick would go to fall with a pathetic splat on the ground, far away from the nest to ever know home again. Hayden faces the evenings with the knowledge that he'll never be loved or cared for, so Loki may as well do his own thing without a care in the world, if he believes in the glow of the fire hard enough, senseless destruction can be fun.
But the truth of the matter is, how many burnt villages will equal to the warmth he longs for?