An image will be here eventually if I ever find one.
Name: Luka Winter
Age: 19
Pantheon: Aesir
Divine Parent: Loki
Appearance: Luka stands at a shorter than average 5'6" with smoke gray eyes and raven black hair that falls just past his shoulders when not kept in a ponytail. Other than that and his radiant smile that some might confuse for a shit eating grin, Luka is rather plain. The life of an orphan on the streets does not afford one the height of fashion, though with faded jeans, a leather jacket and worn out sneakers, it's not as if Luka has done much to hide his image as something of a punk.
Abilities/Skills: Dropping out of high school as a freshman to run away from the orphanage in which he was raised, Luka survived with his quick wit and silver tongue, and quickly became a rather talented conman. On the rare occasion he couldn't talk his way out of a problem, Luka has proven to be quite the athlete. At least in terms of navigating the urban jungle to avoid the police or angry shopkeepers. Not that he's ever broken the law unless he had to, mind you.
Supernatural Abilities: Though he has been aware of his supernatural nature for little more than a month, Luka has shown a natural aptitude for magic and illusion, a surprise to no one familiar with the legends surrounding his father.
Birthright: At the tail end of Luka's first meeting with his father, Loki plucked a splinter from his thumb. The splinter ended up being a twig of Yggdrasil that had lodged itself in Loki's hand during his descent to Midgard for the visitation. Despite the implication, the twig was functionally a full sized staff. Dubbed the Gambanteinn, it now acts as Luka's primary focus for channeling his magical abilities.
History: I'll write this when I'm not dead.
Note: Although he assumes otherwise, Luka is only the adopted son of the Lie-Smith. Whether he will ever discover his true parentage is yet to be seen.