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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Saeril gave a sad smile, in return to Yavanna's own, as soon as she finished gently cleaning her face from tears. "I knew Thorin, for as long as since the beginning of this age", and it was true. The winged she-elf knew the Durin family like the back of her hand. As far as tradition went, her kind's alliance with the Dwarves of Erebor made them both spiritually and emotionally connected to the royal family. "You see", she began, lowering her hand away from the girl's face, frowning. "Of all the Elves of Fangorn, I am the last of them, as you already know. Ever since Smaug took Erebor, so many dwarves have died; trying to survive. My kind couldn't bear to witness so much of it, so most of them took their own lives due to a broken heart. Because of misery, they felt themselves having nowhere else to go, so they succumbed to their own sadness, leaving this world behind", the taller she-elf sighed sadly at the memory; it pained her.

"I survived because I had a purpose. The sons of Durin gave me hope; a reason to live on. I found them in the Blue Mountains, growing strong and fast. So happy, they were, in their mother's company. I longed to join them, but...", she paused, her tucked-in wings stretching out a little. "I realized that my everlasting "deformity" would be the knife to their happiness. I feared disgust, anger, and hate. You have no idea what it's like to be stuck in the shadows, hiding with an element that can make you feel like a burden", she admitted with shame in her voice.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"Don't take it personally, Your Majesty", the winged she-elf told her albeit softly. It wasn't direct, but it was more simply a request. "Whether he likes it or not, we all pity him. It's just that, some scars are not meant to be healed so easily", she said, adding to her request. She took a few steps towards the princess, towering her by an inch or two. Such beauty this girl possessed was not meant to go unnoticed. Lifting a well-manicured hand to the young she-elf's face, she noticed a small tear running down her face. Gently, she brushed it out of sight, with a thumb. "Do not let such words sadden you. Sometimes, they can make you stronger than how you normally are", Saeril comforted her with that same soft, motherly voice she would often speak to Kili and Fili. It was meant to reassure the young elf, but more so, encourage her in not letting those words weaken her spirit.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

A raven caws before it takes flight; through the skies of Earth, above the humans.

Once, mankind accepted a simple truth; that they were not alone in this universe. In some worlds, Man believed home to their Gods. Others, they knew to fear. From around the cold and darkness, came the Frost Gods.

The raven continued to fly through the sky, going through the upper clouds, before going into a gray one, which appears to have snow and ice on top of it; a wintry landscape, with frigid blasts of cold air riding in the wind. The bird flew over one of the mountains, where one of the common residents spotted it.

Forged in a body of ice, with eyes red as blood, these beings took their toll on war. Threatening to plunge mankind into a new ice age from above.

Areas upon Earth began to freeze over, and a mother and child tried to evade the cold air, but have froze on the spot. Then, an army of golden-armored beings ran through the area towards the invaders. The battle was vicious until it all fade to black.

The Asgardian army drove the Frost Ones back into the heart of their own world in the clouds, far separate from the victors' own homeland. In the end, the enemy's king Laufey fell. And the source of their power was taken from them.

The Casket of Ancient Winters, their homeland's power source, was picked up from its stand, just before their icy realm began to crumble, and fall apart, leaving it into ruin and desolation.

With the great war ending, the oldest story ever told, was written in the stars. Stories of time, when the Asgardians ruled above the Earth. These beings were powerful gods, each bearing and representing the natures of mankind: Thor became king of the heavens, and ruled over the strongest of storms, with his beloved queen Sif letting the plants grow and nourish; Balder, giving the sun to light the way, and Tyr, bestowing great strength in warfare. And tricksters, Loki and Lochila, aiming towards chaos and misery. In time, restlessness will come and, finally, rise up against them. In this world, a child was born. A girl who would change everything.

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Nineteen years old. Nineteen. That was how long Lochila had been taking care of her. The blonde daughter of a god she once hated. It was all Loki's fault that got her into this mess. They were both punished, in a very different way: Him, eternal imprisonment; her, eternal motherhood. At first, she was disgusted to even look at the babe; hold her in her arms, as if she was the ugliest thing in the world. Her cries kept her up at night, and there were some days where she wanted to terminate and be rid of it. However, whenever she heard laughter, there was a flutter in her stoned-up heart that she couldn't get rid of. It was a light shining through it, and that was when she realized that there was a bit of fondness for the child.

Every time, the little thing smiled or laughed, a crack would appear on Lochila's face, even without her realization. It was almost like the first time she had ever spotted a baby, but she ignored those. However, when she saw this one, disgust was on her, but now, she wasn't so sure. She's been to Earth many times during her and older brother's exploits, so she wasn't blind or deaf to the concept of raising babies, or children, for that matter. Not to mention, that on Asgard, there were plenty of them. For some reason, in her eyes, Torunn became one of the few Lochila would ever wave off. She was special, both literally and figuratively; a pure soul. There were even days where the goddess of mischief wanted her as her own. But she wasn't. Besides, there was nothing relatable between them; Torunn was someone who would be in the clouds, while Lochila would belong underground. That was the reality: she was pure, and she was not.

As the years passed, Lochila, eventually, internally-admitted that she adored the girl. From a babe, to the pre-adult she was now. They moved from New Mexico, to New York City, once Torunn turned thirteen. From the small town in the desert, to the big city Lochila knew all too well. She figured that Torunn would fit in here, once she became an adult, and that day was today. Having to already live in a wealthy penthouse together, the girl found her own apartment to move into. Truth be told, the goddess didn't want her to leave her sight, since she's someone who's not originally from this world and, how protective she was, there were times where Lochila would spy on her with her magic, in order to know where she was at all times. But she couldn't follow her for long, since her magic is slightly weaker on Earth, than how it is back in Asgard. In addition, she hated to keep lying to her, as well; that her whole life spent on Earth wasn't exactly true, and that she was never her real mother to begin with. These were things she couldn't tell her, not yet. So, as the goddess of deceit, things were to remain concealed from the girl's sight.

The woman was on a professional call with one of her co-workers from a job she had to sneak into, in order to keep their lives together. Torunn would sometimes ask her how they got this rich, but the goddess said that it was "a well-paid position" (though the truth was that she got herself inside through magical influence). The news on the hugely-dimensioned tv nearby has been going through, since morning, and Lochila's been on the phone, since that said-morning. Taking a glance at the framed selfie-picture of herself and Torunn on her desk, she smirked at the memory before going back to talking.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

Name: Thor Odinson
Alias(es): The Mighty Thor, God of Thunder, Lord Thunder, King of Asgard, Son of Odin, Your Majesty, Thunderer.
Relatives:
- Buri (biological great grandfather; deceased)
- Bor (biological grandfather; deceased)
- Odin (biological father; deceased)
- Gaea (biological mother)
- Frigga (stepmother; deceased)
- Heimdall (brother-in-law)
- Sif (wife)
- Torunn (biological daughter)
- Aldrif (biological older half-sister)
- Hela (biological older half-sister)
- Tyr (biological older half-brother)
- Balder (biological younger half-brother)
- Loki (adoptive younger brother)
- Lochila (adoptive younger sister)
- Sigyn (sister-in-law)
- Nanna (sister-in-law; deceased)

Race (Human or God): God (Asgardian/Elder God).
Marital Status: Married to Sif.
Faction (Hero, Villain, Neutral): Hero (Asgardians).
Weapon(s): Gungnir, Sword, Natural God-Like Power.

Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Straight.
Height: 6' 3".
Hair Color: Blonde.
Eye Color: Blue.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
* Superhuman Strength, Speed, Agility, Durability, Reflexes, Stamina, and Longevity.
* Electrical-Energy Manipulation/Generation/Detection/Projection.
* Weather Element Manipulation/Conjuration/Immunity (thunder, lightning, wind, rain).
* Worthiness Enchantment.
* Indomitable Will (can occasionally resist mental influence).
* Master Combatant.
* Master Leader.
* Arcane Lore Expert.
* Expert Pilot.

Personality:
Before his banishment, and since his birth, Thor was initially conceited, arrogant, bloodthirsty, immature, and stubborn. Naturally, he's very quick to anger; having to be somewhat hot-hotheaded and boisterous, he often claims these traits to be part of his "charming" exterior, leading him to believe that they will make him a great king but, in truth, he didn't know the difference between a great ruler and a great warrior, often finding it difficult to know which would make him a good man.

When his irresponsibility and arrogance placed his home Asgard and the Nine Realms in danger, his father, Odin, banished him to Midgard/Earth, and stripped him of his power. That, in addition to him discovering that he was no longer worthy of Mjølnir's power put Thor into a state of depression, but during his time on Earth, he finally learns about the humility and wisdom he was lacking, which transformed him into a selfless and humble man, earning back his powers, and once again, becoming worthy of his hammer.

Since then, after officially becoming a king, a husband, and a father, Thor became far more responsible than how he originally was, and took it upon himself to safeguard the worlds of the Nine Realms, as well as swear to himself that he would hold back on using maximum power, unless he's battling opponents with equivalent strength and durability, such as his siblings. He manages to learn from his own mistakes, and grew to such lengths that have surpassed Loki, and even his own father.

Portrayed By: Chris Hemsworth (Australian Actor).

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

Now it looks good :)

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

One last thing:
The gifs can go above the first picture. That way, it'll look nice and neat.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

Oh, I almost forgot. Here's the relative list for Sif:

- Odin (father-in-law; deceased)
- Frigga (mother-in-law; deceased)
- Aldrif (sister-in-law)
- Tyr (brother-in-law)
- Balder (brother-in-law)
- Thor (husband)
- Torunn (biological daughter)
- Heimdall (biological brother)
- Loki (adoptive brother-in-law)
- Lochila (adoptive sister-in-law)

The gifs can go above the first picture, as well. That way, it'll look nice and neat.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

No problem :)

I shall work on Thor, and then we can began.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

It's alright. Just trying to make things fit, you know?

Also this clip should help for Valkyrie:
https://youtu.be/DOox0JN63d4

Sonic (X) The Hedgehog: Free From The Lab { Goth & Angel }

Sonya thought about what Sonic said, and she internally rolled her eyes, even though she visually closed them, admitting defeat to the male hedgehog's point. She was so focused on keeping themselves safe, she completely forgot about their own capabilities.

Opening them again, the female listened to Knuckles' story. "...so you took sanctuary here? Where they couldn't find you?", she presumed. It wouldn't surprise her that he would make a break for it from the humans; his power and impressive strength was no joke, obviously seen in how he attacked them. Sonic may not like it, but she had to ask. "You don't mind if we crash here for the night, do you, Knuckles? Perhaps join us at daybreak?", she was curious if they could survive, with some extra help.