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Name Anthony Edward Stark / Tony Stark
Aka Iron Man,
Age Press age or real age? [ Realistically: 45ish]
Height 6''0
Personality Superior, restless, witty, sarcastic, narcissistic
Appearance Dark hair, dark eyes
Gender Male
Marital Status Married. Its a miracle.
Occupation Full time CEO Part time super hero
Identity Public,

Anthony Stark, son of industrialist and inventor Howard Stark, demonstrated his mechanical aptitude and extraordinary inventive genius at a very early age, enrolling in the undergraduate electrical engineering program at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (M.I.T.) at the age of 15. Soon becoming an honor roll student Double majors in Mechanical and Computer Engineering and Theoretical Physics easy for him and he graduated only three years later. Eventually going on to P.h.Ds in both as well as three doctorates. When he was 21, he inherited his father's business, Stark Industries, and within a few years turned it into a multi-billion dollar industry complex.

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JustaKidFromBrooklyn 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
( hey i just remembered
steve has tonys name tattooed on him <3 )
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"Son. I think we need to have a talk about the birds and the bees."

( :heart: )
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((Okay, I said I would and here it is))

The sky was dark and cloudy, filled with a sense of gloom. The clouds obscured the light of the stars and moon. There was no wonder or comfort to be found by looking up at the sky tonight.  Thick, dark clouds they were, ones which gave an almost claustrophobic feeling to the people inside their homes. It was like being boxed in, contained. Not that anyone would like to go outside on this night: the air was thick with a distinct ominous scent. It was not an evening that boded well for anyone, especially, those out on the streets. Nights like this were ones of danger, as they were ideal hunting grounds for those of the desperate and uncouth. But this did not bother Loki.

The God of Mischief was not at all bothered by the ominous feeling that hung over many mortal heads. He was on a mission. He was to find you, the one who he believed might benefit his scheme the most. 

Any who looked upon him closely, might have been able to notice what would be the cause of his downfall. There it was, on the left side of his neck: a small, black vein stuck out against the pale shade of his skin. When Kurse had stabbed him during the battle on Svartalheim, Loki had in fact been injured, almost killed in fact. That, was no illusion. He had only survived where his mother had not due to how powerful his magic actually was and he had only narrowly escaped death at that. But despite now being fully healed, the Dark Elf sickness was still in his system. It lay dormant until the time in which the cells of the disease would multiply and try to kill him again. 

The God of Mischief had searched for a cure, but to no avail. He knew he was probably going to die if he could find no way to be rid of it, though whether that took weeks, months or even years was unknown to him. 

And that was why he must enact his revenge on this world: such humiliation that he had faced... it would not be allowed to slip by without an act of retaliation. 

A cold gust of wind suddenly blew past him as he walked down the empty street to Stark Tower, too late in the night for anyone to be outside. And for one shining moment he was reminded of his true self. That cursed, monstrous heritage that burdened his head and stained his heart. He would do better to be rid of such things. And if he could cast it away, cure it like the Elf disease that plagued his veins, he would.

He looked up when he reached the foot of the mighty building, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. But he kept a straight face and entered the building in his own, unconventional way. He arrived on a floor near the top, the very one that he had thrown Stark himself from. 
Loki strolled over to the very window where it had happened. His pale hands clasped neatly behind his back. He cast his sinister gaze of the sleeping city of New York as he waited for the genius himself to appear. 

He had a matter he needed to discuss with him. 

((Okay, so maybe most of this is a rip of off my journal, but everyone is getting a similar scenario with evil Loki at the moment. Hope you are not angry because of that-sorry. Goodbye, have a nice day :) ))

((I promise, sometime this century I will leave you a starter big enough to use as a wall for Asgard's defence. It will be worthy of the Gods, I say!

Until then, hello, have a nice day :) ))
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