Hela
Oct 17, 2012 22:14:23 GMT -5
Post by Hela on Oct 17, 2012 22:14:23 GMT -5
Hela
[/font][/size][/color]{I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now}
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Full Name: Hela
Code Name: Hela
Age: N/A
Date of Birth: The day the moons disappeared and death walked over Asgard.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero? (she's not really had a chance for many encounters so... anything could happen)
Species: Asgardian/Other
Alliance: Villain
Citizenship: Marvel
Canon or Original?: Marvel Canon
"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
Hair: Long and black, from her time spent in Helheim(Nifelheim) it's a bit unkempt. She often wears it piled on top of her head and held with pins, but sometimes she wears it in intricate braids, just depends on who she is going to meet (kill).
Eyes: Almond shaped and alert. There is an intensity within them, a depth of an old soul. They are also bright, vibrant green and she often has dark circles underneath from the dead not allowing her to sleep easily.
Height: 7'
Weight: 500lbs
Distinguishing Marks: Well... without either magic or the green cloak her father gave her, half of her body is a skeleton and dead skin. The left side of her face, without magic is always dead and when she doesn't use magic to make it look human she uses a greening copper mask to cover the touch of death.
Appearance: She is Jotun of descent so she is incredibly tall and stands even taller than Thor. She weighs in heavy, but appears to be lean with a nice curve to her frame. Her hair is always worn long and black and her eyes are always sharp and observant. From living in the cold, dark and desolate world of Helheim, her skin is fair as snow and relatively unblemished. As was said before, she always has a green cloak or piece of the cloak on her to keep the illusion going.
The cloak prevents the world from seeing what she truly looks like: half a corpse. Yes, the left side of her body is skeletal and rotting flesh. When she was born and lay in her bassinet just after her birth, death came to call. The thing was, Death could not kill the Asgardian child. No, she would become the queen of Helheim and the dead would be hers to rule.
Face Claim: Amy Lee
"I�m not interested in making new friends,
I don�t even like the ones I have�
I don�t even like the ones I have�
Likes: Hela's likes are pretty simple. She likes: Revenge, her father and brothers, freedom, magic, and antiques and heirlooms (especially that don't belong to her).
Dislikes: Hela's dislikes are also, pretty simple: Her 'uncle' and 'grandfather', being told she can't do something, being bound to her world of Helheim, and being treated poorly by her peers.
Personality: Hela has always been curious, even as a child. She was always on the prowl to hunt for treasure or read or learn something. That trait followed her all the way to adulthood. Somewhere, deep down in her center she is still the inquisitive, smiling child she once had been. Somewhere in the deepest and darkest parts of her soul, she was still happy... Now though, there was no happiness, only despair and loneliness.
Ever since her personal betrayal and her being given (cast out to) Helheim, she is bitter and hurt. She is unaware of who all had knowledge of the decision and has always lived with the fear that her father might have been involved in the it. She desires, most of all, revenge on those who threw her into darkness in hopes of forgetting about her. They wanted to make a monster out of her, to show all of Asgard that they could handle the things that went bump in the night and gave the children night terrors.
Instead of being shown lightness and positive things as a young girl she was shown death and despair. Agony. Of course, that isn't the best way to raise a young girl, alone with the dead and ontop of that those who died less honorably. So, naturally, Hela is bitter and distrusting. The fear lingering with her that those she might have trusted most hand a hand in throwing her into her prison.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers:
Holding the Balance: As the goddess of death, she holds the power of life and death over her kinsmen. While she cannot touch an Asgardian and kill them, she can draw the spirit out of a dying or dead Asgardian. Also she can give life back to her fellow Asgardians while in the realm of the Nine Worlds. She is able to rise great soldiers directly back to their feet.
Touch of Death: Among the things surviving death's touch gave her was her own ability to touch things and wilt them. She can make Asgardians age rapidly and prematurely. Her touch could even kill a human. She does have control of her powers though. She very, very rarely uses the power because if she takes the life the soul becomes her responsibility.
Hand of Glory: She can channel her magic into strengthen her fists and land mighty blows she normally would not be able to accomplish.
My own Mjolnir: She has a weapon called Nightsword and is a very proficient swordsman.
Black Magic Woman: Hela has advanced control and manipulation of Asgardian energy to do what she wills. This includes astral projection, levitation, creating illusions (her father IS Loki). Also she can create a pulse of energy from the palm of her hand that can knock people back and mimics something along the lines of a first degree burn. It can start fires and do more damage to non living entities and objects.
Weapons Nightsword a sword that glows with a faint purple tinge. Much like Asgardian weapons it can open holes to other realms for travel.
Strengths/Abilities: She is a Demi-god:All the normal Asgardian strengths: Long-lifespan, disease immunity, enhanced metabolism, resistance to most injuries. Hela is one of the strongest Asgardian able to lift at least 100 tons. She is also a very proficient hand to hand and armed combatant, it is a fairly valid theory that she could go toe-to-toe with Thor and at the very least not lose.
Weaknesses: Her anger and bitterness does not always let her see everything she needs to. Sometimes she gets so focused on the details or her anger that she doesn't look at the whole picture.
Her mask and her cape. Her mask covered the upper portion of the left side of her face that is perpetually in a state of looking grotesque and dead. She loathes how she appears and often keeps the mask on while in Asgard and while she treads on earth she illusions on over the mask when she is trying to blend in. Her cape holds a big illusion. Given to her by her father, Loki, it hides the fact that the left half of her body is that of a decayed corpse. She doesn't need to be wearing it, simply touching it. She's began making smaller trinkets out of the edges of her cloak to hide them better on her person and to blend in better when she travels to Earth. Along with hiding what truly lies beyond the very elaborate illusion is also a partial key to her power. Without the cloak, or a portion of the cloak, her power is nearly halved.
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History: Hela was born on a moonless night on Jotunheim to her mother, Angrboda, and her father Loki Laufeyson. On this particular night death had come knocking to the world, came to their door as Hela was only just being born. Death's icy touch reached forward to claim Hela moments before her birth but couldn't do it. In fact... Death felt even the slightest smidgen weaker than she had a moment ago. The shrouded figure waited silently to see what the child was, to take in the power of death like that. She pitied the creature that was born that night. Half dead, half healthy and lovely. A monster, yet a miracle. She should have been dead, but she lived.
Life for Hela had been bright and full of hope. She lived a difficult life though, especially in a world where beauty was so coveted. She was cursed, many people said she was punished because of her father's misdeeds. A lot of people said he deserved to have a monster for a daughter. Then came the time that the Asgardian youngsters were staring to be interested in courtship. For her birthday her father had given her a cloak that hid the dead side of her. It was all she could have ever wanted, until her hopes were dashed.
On her birthday she had been torn from her father's arm and fell unconscious because of the struggling and the magic involved. When she came to she was on a desolate, wasteland of a planet with the sinking, heavy weight of death around her. It weighed on her. The only place she found sanctuary was in the home that had been given to her. She bloomed in darkness. Away from any loving hand or help. No one could see her and she grew into a creature of fury and vengeance.
Once when she was going to take over some souls back to her home she found a blade. It very nearly called to her. It was crusted with dirt and grime, nearly rusted closed. It was special, she could tell. When she got back to Helheim she set to cleaning the sword, it became an obsession of hers along with learning magic and fighting skills.
Finally, with a resounding click, the sword was freed from the sheath. The lavender light coming from it and with the first strong swing of the sword a rip happened and upon looking through the hole, there was a bustling city. Strange, full of square buildings bright steel vehicles with bright lights. Then, a strange sense that her father was here, or had been. She really had no basis for this idea except hope.
Hope that she would see him. Hope that he would love her, and most importantly: Hope that her father didn't have a hand in her betrayal.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
A smiling young girl looked up to her father with nothing but adoration. The little girl was named Hela, the daughter of the Lie smith, Loki. At the time, by mortal standards, she was nearing the age of ten. Her life had been good, but not without its hardships. Looking the way she did, didn't exactly bring out the best responses in her kinsmen. She was much taller than all the other children, especially the girls, and it gave away her parentage of two Jotun. Her bright green eye stared up at Loki as he swung her a bit. Loosing her footing she began to slip and she fell. She didn't cry though, the little girl was a toughie. Turning her head back up to her dad she offered him a sweet, sincere smile that only a child was capable of. Even at this age she wore the mask covering up the left side of her face, a brilliant copper color. There was one day though that she came home crying from a play date with the only other young Asgardian that would accept her friendship. With tears in her eyes she threw herself onto her bed, "They said I was a m---monster. Said I had no place in Asgard, that as soon as everyone else realized that Odin wo---wo---would k---kill me. Grandfather would not do that... Would he?" If only the little girl knew what would be in store for her in only a few short years.
Three years later she was celebrating her birthday with her father and he surprised her with a very special gift. A brilliant green cloak imbued with a magic meant only for her. When she put it on she would look like all the other pretty Asgardian women who, at this time, would begin their attempts at finding partners. Her eyes welled with tears as she gave her father a brief hug. They had remained close over the years. In the middle of her small celebration, everything changed for the rest of her long life. The doors of the home she shared with her father (and depending on mood step-mother or Amora either of wish she enjoyed being around) were thrown open. In stepped Odin himself with three other Asgardians she didn't recognize. Turning her dark head up to her father with a silent question on her lips. With only a motion the three other men moved forward, wrenching the young girl from her father's arms. Looking back to her father, her eyes were full of betrayal and pain. Had he known this would happen and just hadn't told her? She fought and struggled against the men holding her. She was definitely a strong girl and got away once to run back to her father, wrapping her arms around his waist only to have them pull her away again. Odin placed his hand on her head and her frame went limp and was lifted up by one of the Asgardians.
"She is to rule, Loki. She will rule two kingdoms for the rest of her existence. I am sorry it had to be like this. You will not be allowed to visit her. You may never see your daughter again." When Hela awoke, she was on a cold dark plane. A she glanced around her she saw the sinking spirits of the fallen of Asgard, not great enough to go to Valhalla. She was in Nifelheim the cold wasteland of a planet. Looking up she saw her Grandfather at least his astral form, standing there. He explained her duties. That she was never to leave the two worlds that belonged to her now. Nifelheim and Hel. Her eyes narrowed as she stared up at him. Listening closely to what he said, she watched as he rose a home of stone for his grandchild. Pushing herself up she moved past the projection of the man who betrayed her, ruined her life, and took her from everything that she held dear. Until the day she was finally powerful enough to leave her seat of power, she stewed. She sat and plotted, trained her physical abilities, mental abilities, magical abilities.
When she finally did make it away from these cursed rocks no man, Asgardian or the All Father himself, would stop her from getting her vengeance. Nothing could get her mind off of her big plan. She grew cold and distant, forgetting what it was like to hear the voices of life. To see real people, creatures, beings. To see a clear blue sky and bright colors. Everything here was so stark and empty. Left all alone for countless years. Left alone, the child became a woman. A woman with only one thing on her mind. Killing everyone. The day was near for her to escape this prison. This place that had kept her tracked for who knew how long. Was her father alive? Would... would he even remember her? She could barely even remember what he looked like. She remembered his dark hair and sharp eyes, that was nearly it. As she gathered her strength, she knew that in the next few days she would achieve what she had been lusting after for so long. Her freedom. The chance to be what she could have been, what she should have been, before Odin decided to lock the dirty little secret of Asgard away. The maiden fair on one side and touched by death on the other. The child of Loki the trickster and lie smith. The abomination of a frost giant living among the Asgardians as though she was one of them. They would all learn true fear. If they feared her before, as a baby, wait till they got to see what they helped make. If they wanted a monster, they would get one.
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
Your name/alias: Roya
Timezone: Central
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