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Children of the North

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Children of the North

Name: Ronin Lokidottir
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Godly Parent: Loki
Appearance:
Personality: A bit of a trickster at times, but when in battle, she's very serious about it
Bio: Ronin spent her young life in a foster home, but when the monsters came for her, she realized her heritage and found her way to Staðr Húsgørð, where she was claimed by Loki
Skills/Weapons/Powers: Ronin is a highly competent warrior, in her chosen field, and is very intelligent, although not book-smart. Her weapons are a belt of throwing knives and a bladed staff. She has some of her father's magic, being able to cast illusions and glamors, both on herself and on others
Other: She owns a gold and green Honda Spirit Shadow (which is a motorcycle, for those of you who don't know)

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Children of the North

Well, lucky for you, I made the RP. Here ya go!~

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Children of the North

There is more to this world then you know. There is so much that goes unseen. So many creatures. So many battles. So much death. From the moment we turn 15, they can sense us. They come for us. So many of us never have a first kiss, never marry, never have children. The very idea of having grandchildren is impossible.
There is only one place that is even slightly safe for us. That place is known as Staðr Húsgørð. Safe House. There, we are trained. Taught. Prepared. In the hope that some of us might live, for our parents, although distant, love us dearly. They know that we are born only to die. We are mortal. Nonetheless, they want us to live as long as possible.
My father searches often for a way that we might become worthy. He wants his children with him, for all eternity. The humans think so badly of my father, but I know him better than they. He is a loving father, a proud brother, and a worthy son for his mother. True, they had their fights, but in the end, there are deeper bonds then mere blood.
If you're reading this letter, you're one of us. You're in danger. One of us will come for you, to bring you to Staðr Húsgørð. We're waiting for you. Stay alive.

Written by Ronin Lokidottir, on this seventh day of November of the year 2015.

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The Norse gods never faded. They lived to the current day, for as long as Jörmungandr remains, they must as well. And Jörmungandr will not die until the end of days.
They have had children with mortals, which were known as hálfraesir. They thought, at first, that their immortal blood would cancel out the mortality of their human parents. They were wrong. Their hálfraesir children would need Iðunn's apple to gain full immortality, and Iðunn would only give her apples to the worthy.
So Loki searches for another way. He swears that he will not lose another child to Hela's lands, where he cannot visit so often, or to Odin's grasp in Valhalla. No matter what, he will see his children live for all time by his side.

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We can change the myths around somewhat, if we want to. Like what I've done with Loki; I've made him a bit of a better person. His relationship with Odin is strained at best, but his relationship with Thor and Frigga has been mended.

Rules

No fighting in the OOC, please.
No killing another person's character without their permission.
Please, when it comes to romance, go no further than kissing in the main thread.
Please keep cussing to a minimum.
No overpowered characters, as they aren't all that fun to RP with.
And, most importantly, have fun!

Children of the North

I thank you all for your interest~

"The Time Vortex! It's Opening!"

"No, no, no, no, no!" The Doctor ran around the console frantically. "What's up with you? Ay?" He looked up at the Time Roter and patted the glass.
"Oi, Spaceman!" Donna called, entering the console room. "What's going on, exactly? The TARDIS is shaking all over the place!"
"Working on it, Donna, but I need-" The Doctor stopped midsentence, looking at something that had appeared to the left of Donna. "What."
"You need what?" Donna asked, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not a mind reader, you know."
Saying nothing, the Doctor raised a hand and pointed at the TARDIS that had appeared in his TARDIS.
Spinning around, Donna took a shocked step back. "What."

(First time writing Donna, so I hope I did all right)

Children of the North

There is more to this world then you know. There is so much that goes unseen. So many creatures. So many battles. So much death. From the moment we turn 15, they can sense us. They come for us. So many of us never have a first kiss, never marry, never have children. The very idea of having grandchildren is impossible.
There is only one place that is even slightly safe for us. That place is known as Staðr Húsgørð. Safe House. There, we are trained. Taught. Prepared. In the hope that some of us might live, for our parents, although distant, love us dearly. They know that we are born only to die. We are mortal. Nonetheless, they want us to live as long as possible.
My father searches often for a way that we might become worthy. He wants his children with him, for all eternity. The humans think so badly of my father, but I know him. He is a loving father, a proud brother, and a worthy son for his mother. True, they had their fights, but in the end, there are deeper bonds then mere blood.
If you're reading this letter, you're one of us. You're in danger. One of us will come for you, to bring you to Staðr Húsgørð. We're waiting for you. Stay alive.

Written by Ronin Lokidottir, on this seventh day of November of the year 2015.

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Basically, children of the Norse gods and goddesses, in a story similar to but not quite the same as the Percy Jackson books. Also, we can change the myths around somewhat, if we want to. Like what I've done with Loki; I've made him a bit of a better person. His relationship with Odin is strained at best, but his relationship with Thor and Frigga has been mended.

(More might come later, I'm not sure.)

So, what d'you think?

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

"Alright then." Sithra stood and concentrated. In a flash of golden light, a duplicate appeared, then another, and another, until they were utterly surrounding by clones of the female drow. Some were smirking, some were laughing menacingly, and it was impossible to tell which was the real one.

"The Time Vortex! It's Opening!"

Is anyone going to start this? Or shall I?