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

You can expand on Sif's personality with the help of this:

As the Goddess of War, Sif was very intelligent and talented. Straightforward, with a passion for studying war strategies, she craved for the recognition to be an equal of any male warrior. However, she was held back by Asgardian misogyny, and felt herself being an alienated freak due to her dark hair and her choice to be a female warrior. Because of this, she had envied Amora, the Goddess of Love, for a while, probably because of her conventional beauty. But, since Amora treats her like an equal, Sif didn't hold any sort of resentment for her, having to reluctantly give the same amount of respect, in return. While she possesses excellent maturity upon her being, Sif had a very close friendship with Thor and Balder, initially having a love dilemma between them, until Thor chose her to be his wife and queen; she still remains as a close friend to Balder, after this happens.

Also, add this to her family:
Hela (sister-in-law)

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

Saeril watched the younger she-elf as she approached her. It was remarkable on how much the girl looked a lot like the young Elven woman that Saeril saw within her mind. She didn't know who she was, since she didn't necessarily receive a name; but she looked a lot like Yavanna, only older. She knew it was none of her business, since the elder kept her word in keeping her thoughts to herself and not pry upon the princess' affairs. But, if it's for the benefit of protecting her, then it might be considered necessary to ask the young one herself. It was that maternal connection she had within her; since the mysterious disappearance of the girl's mother, it was like Saeril was filling in the void of motherly affection for her. The winged she-elf knew that she couldn't replace Lady Celebrian, no; for the girl's sake, she wouldn't...it would be considered as cold and selfish. However, with her innocence and all, Saeril is willing to give Yavanna her full attention, comfort, as well as advice and guidance whenever she was on the bad side of her feelings.

"Do you have your sword on you?", the elder asked her, hoping she had the said-weapon. If confirmed, the elder stepped back with a few pace, before bringing her arms to the forefront, allowing her cloak to linger behind her shoulders, until it transformed into her black-brown feathery wings, tucking them in. "Attack me if you will", she told her, softly. "As fast as you can".

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

May I ask you to take the role as Loki, in order to get some of the weight off my shoulders.

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

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Lochila Odinsdottir

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Lochila willingly returned the hug that the girl immediately gave her and, truth be told, she had missed those loving hugs that the golden-haired teenager has always given her, growing up. It was one of those maneuvers that made the goddess grow fond of her in the first place. Watching Torunn walk by, the black-haired woman closed the door, once the girl made her full entrance to the couch. She continued to give that fond, motherly smile to her, even as Torunn remarked about her friends, as well as her choice to visit her "mother" on an almost-daily basis.

She chuckled when the girl asked her about her daily meetings over the phone. "Busy. Just one of those usual days where one makes a simple phone call, and a prolonged speech full of complaints", she explained with a sigh while going to the dry-erase board just behind her desk, a few paces away from where Torunn stood in the kitchen, and wrote down a note on her schedule, right next to the calendar. "Have another one in a few hours", in truth, being a CEO was a pain, especially when she using her powers and natural talents to continue supporting herself and Torunn.

Just as Lochila placed the necessary note, her green eyes went to the huge plasma television that was a few paces near her albeit farther away from Torunn. The news went on about the severe weather all week, but the goddess internally figured that Thor was only in one of his foul moods. However, to find these weather phenomena happening randomly, it became mildly different than how it usually was on Earth. It was happening all around the country, as well as the world. Nothing was happening in New York now, so Lochila didn't worry, though was concerned for the city she and Torunn were currently in.

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

Saeril stayed with Yavanna and Kili the rest of the day, rarely letting them leave her sight, and hardly ever seen apart from them. At each moment, during these times, she knew that their minds were still scarred and plagued by the memories of the war: it was starting to become the usual routine every time she was near them. Then, something new came to her as they walked the forest of the valleys and prairies of Middle Earth, towards the Blue Mountains: She could see the memories of the princess' childhood; Lothlorien, the "heart of Elvendom on Middle-Earth", as well as new faces; people she may not remember, and others she did come to know, like Galadriel, the Lady of Light. An angelic being in all ways of Elven-life, she was probably a lot wiser than the winged she-elf herself; not to mention the most powerful. One cannot come to fully understand the silver-golden haired elf of the Wood. To compare the two, Saeril would be considered as the "dark-version" of Galadriel, all in beauty, wisdom, and knowledge. Then, there came even more memories. A woman with raven-black hair, who remarkably, almost looked a lot like Yavanna, only older. Her sister, perhaps?

They were only a day away from Ered Luin, and Saeril could only recall herself sitting on a rock in the woods, while Yavanna and Kili sat around the fire. The Elder was facing away from them until she looked back at them again. It was strange how there were only two, instead of three, with Fili absent. That memory remained fresh and, whether if she liked it or not, it was to stay up there within her own mind, where it acted as a reminder for what might happen if Kili ever left her sight. He's now the only remaining direct-descendant of Durin's Folk; the last Son of Durin, basically. Her duty became even more serious, and the memory of Fili's death kept her on high-alert, ever since. That was when an idea came to help the two individuals near the fire. Standing up from her spot, Saeril pulled her hood back, allowing her brown hair to flow freely in the wind. "Yavanna", she called out softly to the princess.

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

Saeril too noticed Bilbo trying to sneak by, just by the time she heard Yavanna mention about the young Hobbit. She nodded about his decision to return to his home back at the Shire, also nodding once more at his respects for the deceased Sons of Durin, before he made his departure. She didn't bother to read his mind, considering that she didn't need to, when he already expressed his sorrow from earlier.

Having to watch the Hobbit walk away, the winged she-elf looked in the distance of what may lie ahead. She didn't know what exactly, but considering her earlier 'episodes', there might be something lurking beneath them at this very moment. She didn't want to tell them, in order to prevent fear, panic, or skepticism about the Elder as a person. It was just the three of them now, having to now be on their own, for this part of the journey...

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

Added Saeril to the Character Tribute mix! :)

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

Hey, maybe while you wait for me, maybe catch up on Black Sails this week :) Jk

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

Oh, add this to Kili:
"The Last Son of Durin"

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

You can add them if you want.
I'll happily decide who I want to play as soon as they are up :)