Post by tarene on Nov 17, 2010 21:35:45 GMT -5
SHIELD Files
~TARENE THORDOAER!!
~TARENE THORDOAER!!
Hither there comes the mighty son of Hlothyn,
Midgârd's Veor in his rage will slay the worm.
And I be his daughter.
The File Jacket
Name: Failed Experiment XX56
Nickname(s)/Alias: Tarene Thordoaer
Codename: Thor Girl
Age: Technically only a few months old but physically around 19ish; believes herself to be several hundred years old.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Profession:
Human Type: Genetically Created Mutant
Faction: Unaffiliated
Mutant Powers and Abilities:
Weather and Energy Manipulation: Tarene has all of Storm's atmokinetic and electrokinetic abilities without any of either her natural or practiced limits. This primarily manifests in Tarene manipulating air currents to fly and control her hammer with nearly telekinetic precision as well as her tendency to summon dark thunderclouds and enormous lightning strikes, so abnormal in strength and size as to convince many of her claims of Godhood. It also allows her body to subconsciously regulate energy so that she is immune to all but the strongest electrical assaults.
Master Combatant: When she was gestating in an accelerated aging tank, sounds and lights were used to rapidly infuse her mind with combat training via osmosis. Of course, Tarene believes her skill as a warrior is due to centuries of experience.
Psychic Resistance: Not an actual mutation but rather a side effect of her deranged mind, the power of human will incredible, the fact that Tarene so strongly believes herself to be an immortal goddess has led to her being able to throw off all but the most potent attempts at telepathic interference.
Mjolnir: It is, in fact, only a large sledgehammer. However, Tarene believes it to be her father Thor's mystical hammer Mjolnir and, as such, thinks that it is the source of much of her power. While she can hurl it away and call it back via air currents (though she thinks it is returning to her due to a divine connection they have); if the weapon is actually taken from her control, Tarene's belief that it robs her of much of her strength is so strong that she actually subconsciously suppresses all of her mutant powers other than her durability until she has ahold of it again.[/ul]
Canon?: Meh... Original. Heavily inspired by a Marvel Comics canon though.
PRETTY FACES
Eyes: Dark Grey-Brown
Hair: Golden Blond, long, and a little unkempt
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 220 lbs (heavier than she looks)
Any outstanding features?: Just the vaguely-insane glint in her eyes.
Appearance:
With a big-ass sledgehammer!
Hello THeRE
Likes:
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BeerFine Asguardian Ale -
Drunken BrawlingGlorious Combat -
BadassesWorthy Opponents and/or Allies -
Saving LivesRescuing Meek Mortals -
SexGlorifying Valhalla in Holy Union
Dislikes:
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The TruthThose who deny her Godhood - Criminals
- The Government
- Inaction/Boredom
- Verbal Arguments
Fears:
- Loosing her Hammer
- Never Finding her way Back to Asgarde
- Failing to Protect Innocents
Weaknesses:
- Her Hammer
- Her Ego
- Rather Easily Seduced
- Often Innebriated
Strengths:
- Courageous/Brave
- Loyal to the Death
- Surprisingly Empathetic
- Dedicated to her Cause/Role
Any secrets?: She’s no Goddess, just an experiment gone badly awry. Don’t tell her that though; she won’t believe you and won’t thank you for such blasphemous lies.
PERSONALITY: XX56 is categorically insane. One step too far in twisting nature has led to her mind being completely shattered. She believes herself to be Tarene Thordoar, an as-of-yet undiscovered Norse goddess. Tarene fulfills just about every stereotype associated with the deities of Norse mythology. She revels in battle, drinking, and indulging a wandering sexual appetite. She likes other people, who she considers mortals, but definitely believes them to be beneath her to a degree and mostly incapable of helping themselves. She's dedicated to protecting Earth (Midgarde in her mind) but also suffers from an impossible-to-fulfill (though she doesn't know it) wish to return to Asgarde, the Norse realm of the Gods.
BACKGROUND:
Mother:[/I][/li][/ul]
- Dr. Janice Connelly: Surrogate/Died in Childbirth
- Ororo Munroe/Storm: Unwilling and Unknowing Genetic Donor
- The Goddess Sif: Tarene believes the fictional deity to be her mother
FATHER:
- Cain Marko/Juggernaut: Unwilling and Unknowing Genetic Donor
- The God Thor: Tarene believes the fictional deity to be her father
OTHER FAMILY:
- None
HISTORY: They’d already created the perfect assassin in Faith. The next step was to create the ultimate weapon of war. And so began project XX56. Tissue samples form the once-government-incarcerated Juggernaut and the often-active-and-injured X-Man Storm were used as the baseline building blocks. They experimented on removing the inherent genetic limitations and shortcomings of each specific X-Gene mutation and combining them into a single embryo. Then that embryo was carried to term by a volunteer scientist.
Dr. Connelly, aside from being a genetics professor, was also a student of various theologies through the ages. Especially interested by Norse mythology, she would read tales (often out loud, as it was supposed to be therapeutic to the baby) during her mostly-bedridden pregnancy. No one could have foreseen the osmosis effects this would later have. While the pregnancy went smoothly, there were complications during the delivery and Dr. Connelly died during childbirth. No matter to them though; she’d served her purpose.
A new innovation had been developed in another branch as well, one intended to more efficiently create action-ready mutant weapons. It was a gestation tank to rapidly age the experiments to adulthood while using intensive subliminal messaging to implant their brains with training, programming, and information. XX56 was the test case and, for several months, it seemed like she’d be a success.
Then, when she’d reached the physical maturation of nineteen or so, everything went wrong. XX56 awoke, becoming fully conscious ahead of schedule. Only then did it become apparent just how much the clashing and over-stimulating mutations she’d been given, in combination with the rapid aging and infusing of data, had damaged her brain. She awoke screaming epitaphs in old English and, without even realizing what she was doing, smote down the lab with a single lightning strike before running through every wall and defense in place as she fled.
At some point, she came across both some kind of Warrior Princess costume and a sledgehammer and, in her delusional state, simply incorporated them into her rapidly-created warped sense of reality. Believing herself to be the daughter of the Norse God of Thunder, Thor; the self-named Tarene Thordoaer has proclaimed herself as a defender of Midgarde and is so convinced of the reality she’s created for herself that no amount of skepticism can shake it.
ACTOR/ACTRESS USED: Hudson Leick
POST RP EXAMPLE:[[from a DC Comics site]]
Everyone liked Hollywood. It was full of bright lights and stars not of the celestial variety. Even Deva could not deny the allure of its shiny and lively face, though she might prefer if some of the rubble and blood was more than mere fake props. Traipsing down the boardwalk, for all the world like any other starstruck teen with pipe dreams of becoming a model/actress, Deva was wearing a corseted gauzy white dress that was somewhere between renaissance and wild west era style; it was accompanied, rather horribly, by a pair of black combat boots. While her inhuman beauty still managed to turn quite a few heads, the ensemble was apparently too much for a passing girl of Deva's same apparent age to resist making a snide comment on to a friend.
Deva's keen auditory senses picked up much more minute sounds than that in her surroundings and the volume of the girl's voice suggested she might not have been too opposed to the subject of her remark hearing her anyway. After all, what was she going to do - cry? This was an extremely unfortunate mistake for the young woman and her friend, even more unlucky to suffer the consequences of simply being with her.
The two teens were spread across the boardwalk in numerous pieces, connected only by trails and splatters of blood, for several seconds before Deva's actions even registered with witnesses enough for the first one to let loose a shrill scream. The hot fury of the dead girl's insult still pounding blood in her ears, Deva was excited further by the sounds of terror now all around her. With an expression halfway between maniacal grin and feral snarl, she ripped an enormous chunk of the boardwalk from the ground and rose into the air with it lifted casually above her head before hurling the segment of cement towards a group of fleeing civilians.
Mocking her looks, she who had been blessed with beauty by one whose loins had spawned Gods! These upstart, idiotic, mortals; she could and happily would crush all of them beneath her heel like the inconsequential insect which they were! However, Deva's seething thoughts were assuaged as she gladly watched the enormous section of boardwalk sail unerringly towards the humans, their already-present terror increasing as its shadow fell over them. In the few seconds its arcing passage took, as she floated several yards above the ground with hands clasped demurely behind the back of her now-bloodstained dress, Deva's clenched teeth were replaced by a closed-lipped smile.
Then, just in time to deprive her of the satisfying sounds of bone and flesh being crushed beneath stone, they intervened. Nightwing and Starfire, a vigilante from Gotham and a superheroine from the planet Tamaran; Deva had read the Injustice Society files on them, the strategist's part of her mystically-enhanced mind not allowing such a battle resource to go to waste. How dare they interfere with her! Did they truly think to match the skills and abilities of an acrobatic human and a mutated alien against the power of the champion of the Titans!?!
Fists clenching so tightly that her knuckles gleamed as white as the unstained portions of her dress, Deva's eyes narrowed with white-hot fury. Analyzing the situation below her in a heartbeat, she pinpointed the location on the boardwalk that Starfire now held which would transfer as much kinetic force and debris down onto the extraterrestrial Outsider supporting it. Then she dove for that location in a blur of speed, leading with both fists.
* THE face BEHIND the MASK!
Alias: Tarene is fine
Age: 19
Gender: Female
RP Experience: Nearly 3 Years
Where did you find us?: RPG-D
Rules: Yes’m