Loki Odinson

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@LadyRunic Sorry, totally forgot to check back in the interest check, but I'm still up for creating a Beorning.

Marvel - Dawn of Heroes

@DrewVonAwesome Is it ok for me to jump in with Stephanie Rogers? Or is that opening for someone else?

Marvel - Dawn of Heroes

Black Widow

Your Name: Loki Odinson

Character Name: Natasha Romanov

Character Alias: Black Widow

Character Allignment: Chaotic Good

Age: 40
Apparent age: Late 20s
Character Appearance: With striking red hair, green eyes, standing at the height of 170cm and weighing 59kg, Natasha Romanov has been described as your classic Russian beauty in terms of facial appearance, hour-glass figure and healthy light-tanned skin. Her red hair and green eyes make her stand out even more, while her honed skills allow her to fade into the crowd despite her striking looks. Arching eyebrows, a delicate jawline and defined cheekbones, one would think her a high-born woman for wealth, poised and elegant.

However, beneath her choice of attire - whether it be her S.H.I.E.L.D. catsuit, a cocktail dress or casual shirt and jeans - lies a well-tone body with lithe muscles and no excess fat. Her skin may look soft and flawless from a distance, but up close, one would be able to see the various scars collected overt the years if uncovered by clothes.

Generally, Natasha does not allow emotions to be expressed on her face, or even in her eyes. She is stoic, quiet, but always observing. On ocassion though, when surrounded by people she is comfortable with, rare smiles and laughter can be drawn out of her. Other times, her eyes become unshuttered, allowing her thought to surface.

Personality: The entirety of Romanov's character is hard to distinguish based on how she lies and tricks people for a living. She is capable of convincingly portraying friendly and flirtatious, timid, vulnerable and scared. For the most part, she is a level-headed, strong-willed and independent woman. Romanov normally maintains a controlled, almost emotionless persona to keep whatever she is thinking a secret unless she is around people she absolutely trusts. Although she is more than willing to rush into deadly battle and other unnerving missions for S.H.I.E.L.D., she is not completely fearless. There are things in the universe much, much, stronger than herself. She knows this, but sometimes, no matter how hard she tries, the fear surfaces, if only for a moment.

Though a very serious agent, Romanov is by no means stuffy and has a sarcastic sense of humor, which mostly surfaces when she is with people whom she is comfortable around, namely her handler, the director and varies other senior agents she has worked extensively with. Romanov is smart and loyal, never forgetting debts she feels owed to any who has saved her, and made a positive change in her life. While tough and at times ruthless, she is still a good person and can be quite heroic in her own right. These qualities usually surface when someone she feels a strong bond with is in danger. And no matter how injured she is in battle, Romanov will go out her way to make sure bystanders are out of harm's way, knowing full well that she is capable of defending herself till the bitter end, unlike civilians. Her decisions are influenced by her loyalty to people, her analysis of a situation, and of course, the possibility of her getting scot-free after.

As a result of her childhood and not being able to trust anyone in the Red Room, she considers her close friends as her family. While she often believe that "Love is for children", that doesn't stop her from forming emotional bonds with her friends. Romanov was sterilized as a rite-of-passage for her graduation from the training she underwent in the Red Room, and even the experimental serums injected into her did not change that. This event affects her deeply, even if she doesn't care to admit it, looking at it as just another advantage with which she can utilise to complete other jobs.

Characters Abilities: Human - super-soldier: The Russian-made serum injected into her during her period in the Red Room has gifted her with the ability to perform at a peak human condition. That doesn't mean hers is comparable with Steve Roger's enhancements, as she doesn't have super-strength or accelerated healing.

Characters Skills:
Master Spy: Romanov is a dangerous secret agent highly skilled in espionage, stealth, disguise, infiltration, and demolitions. Her talents and years of experience have enabled her to reach a high ranking as a special agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. She often resorts to seducing men to obtain her goals while working undercover and her ability to lie is so extraordinary that Nick Fury created a Lie Detector that he hoped she could not deceive.

Master Martial Artist: Romanov is extremely skilled in the field of martial arts, having mastered arts such as karate, judo, aikido, savate, boxing, lucha-libre style wrestling and multiple styles of kung fu.

Master Acrobat: Romanov incorporates gymnastics and acrobatics into her fighting style as she battles opponents.

Master Assassin: Romanov is very skilled in the art of assassination, considered to be one of the most dangerous assassins in the world. She is known to have killed many people during her time serving the KGB and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Expert Marksman: She is a very accurate marksman skilled in sharpshooting.

Multilingualism: She is fluent in Latin, Russian, English, French, German, Chinese, and various other languages.

Strategic Intellect: Romanov possesses the ability to quickly process multiple information streams (for example, threat assessment, escape plans) and rapidly respond to changing tactical situations.

Eqipment

Black Widow's Bite: Electroshock weapon that can deliver powerful electrical discharges from two bracelets worn by Black Widow.

Black Widow's Batons: Electroshock weapons that can deliver powerful electrical shocks to incapacitate her targets.

Garrote: She carries a garrote inside one of her bracelets.

Taser Disks: The buckle of her S.H.I.E.L.D uniform's belt contains small, flat disks that has the capabilities of a standard hand-held taser.

Weakness

Like any other human, she is susceptible to illness, grievous injuries, critical wounds, and mind control. On top of that, her uniform offers limited protection as it is merely a bulletproof material to some extent, unlike Iron Man's titanium-gold alloy suit, and she doesn't have a vibranium shield either.

There's always something or someone in the world that is stronger than you. That she knows, but has always supressed her fear of the unknown. She is calm, controlled and unflappable. But throw her into a real-life situation where she knows she is genuinely out of her depth and wouldn't be able to defeat in her lifetime and the next (i.e Hulk) and her long-suppressed fears will shatter her cool. There's nothing more overwhelming than staring Death in the face when there're are still a bunch of things uncrossed on your bucket list.

Her loyalty and emotional attachments are at times her strength and her kryptonite. If she has given someone her loyalty, she will always stand by them and help out whichever way possible. But that also allows the same person to hurt her where no one else can: her heart. While her body is trained to withstand the most extreme of torture, her heart is a fragile thing still, and can cripple her emotionally and/or influence some of her decisions.

Origin Story: Natasha Romanova's earliest memories is of her being raised from the very start of her life (that she can remember) by the U.S.S.R.'s "Black Widow Ops" Program. Petrovitch took her in, and with another 28 young female orphans, entered her into the covert "Red Room" facility, where she was trained in combat and espionage. There, she was injected with the Russian-made serum modeled after Erskine's formula. However, the formula was still not up to par, and she was thrown back into the "Black Widow Program". As part of the espionage training, she had artificial memories of a normal childhood implanted, which allows her to seamlessly fabricate a cover story whenever necessary. After her training, she was eventually arranged to marry Alexi Shostakov, a distinguished Soviet test pilot. As a final ceremony to complete her training period, Natasha was sterilized, as to avoid any distractions and focus solely on her missions, which was something she deeply regretted years later, although she had lng since got over it.

The Soviet government intelligence (KGB) decided that the skill set of this couple would make them superb special operatives, and split them up while Alexi was away on a mission. Trained as the Red Guardian, Alexi became the Soviet Union’s answer to the United States’ Captain America. Natasha was told that her husband died in an experimental rocket crash, and was drafted into the KGB. She became their best operative, becoming excellent at fighting and information gathering. During this time she received further training from the Winter Soldier. It was here she was first dubbed the “Black Widow.”

Due to both her expertise and her growing threat to global security, Natasha quickly appeared on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar, prompting Director Nick Fury to send Agent Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye, to eliminate her. Hawkeye disobeyed this order, recognizing her skill, and recommended her for recruitment for S.H.I.E.L.D. At the behest of Director Fury, she later defected from Russia and joined the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D. From that moment on, she developed a lasting partnership with Barton. Together they had missions in Budapest, Abidjan, and many other locations.

Between the time she was recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D. and joining the Avenger's Initiative, she ran multiple team and solo missions around the world, assassinations, undercover, surveillance, protection detail and the like, some of which includes watching Tony Stark, taking out known H.Y.D.R.A. bases and retrieving stolen advanced weaponaries from dangerous organisations. After the establishment of the Avengers Initiative, she took part in stopping Galactus and helping to stop the new-rising Underground power.

Story Arcs:
- With the reemergance of the Winter Soldier, she set off on a personal, solo mission to track him down ans see if she can break HYDRA's control over him.
- Department X wants one of their deadliest assets back and will go to any lengths to get their hands on her. They want her for the serum in her blood and if possible, brainwash her like they did the Winter Soldier. That way, they can both create more super-soldiers and acquire another great asset.
[More to come when inspiration strikes...]

Supporting Cast: (if no one claims these canons)
Allies & Friends: Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Clint Barton, S.H.I.E.L.D
Enemies: The Red Room, H.Y.D.R.A, Department X

Sample Post

She had been tensed since she had found out that Ross sent the others to the Raft – just plucked them off the tarmac in Berlin and dropped them in the middle of the ocean with no stops in between. And now she was annoyed with Steve because he had given her the task of tracking down the confiscated gear when all she really wanted was to get eyes on Clint. Because she knew damn well that the archer hated being confined and she was more worried than she cared to admit about what the last eight days might have done to him. But Steve was still their leader so she acquiesced with a huff of frustration, breaking away from him as soon as they hit the second level and headed down the dark hallway, their best guess as to where Ant Man’s suit, Falcon’s wings and Clint’s bow were locked away.

She found it all in the third place she searched – a tactical weapons armory – and stepped over the unconscious bodies (really, for a fortified prison, it had been far too easy to take everyone out with a gas before they breached) to get to them. Lang’s suit looked unaltered, but Clint’s bow was broken in two and Falcon’s wings laid disassembled on a table, like someone took them apart to try to see how they worked. She checked her watch. It was time to get back to the jet. If everything went off as planned, Steve and the rest of them should be heading there by now.

Quickly, Natasha scanned the pile of gear and grabbed Ant Man’s suit, leaving Sam’s kit behind because it was in too many pieces to carry easily, and really, it’s replicable. She spared a half a second to mourn Clint’s bow – it was his favorite – but grabbed his quiver. It was easily replaceable too, but she knew he was going to be pissed about the bow so she wanted to have something to offer him in consolation. Forty-seven seconds after she entered the armory, she was sprinting down the corridor, making for the quinjet.

When she arrived at the landing bay, a rush of relief swept through her as Wilson entered the jet. Everything went as planned, then. Steve stuck his head out, met her steady gaze with a troubled one before ducking back inside. Apprehension was not enough to break her stride, and Natasha trotted up the rear hatch briskly. Her eyes did a rapid scan before going wide for a split second. Clint laid on a gurney covered in too much blood. It brought back too many bad memories of screwed up missions, of pressing her hands against a gaping wound, of willing her field partner to hold on long enough for the med team. Her mind reeled slightly because it didn't make sense. Did one of the guards somehow remained conscious and managed to get a shot off? The thought was dashed quickly as she catalogued his visible injuries. Raspy breath, swelled eyelid and bruised skin. He had been beaten. But there was no time to stop and ask questions because they still had to get out of here and it was not her job to take care of him. Mission parameters stated that right now her job was to fly them to safety.

Without another word, Natasha headed into the cockpit, strapped into the pilot’s seat, and ignored Steve when he claimed the seat beside her. They kept the silence. It was more important than ever that she remained mentally focused and complete the objective. Once they were in the air and the tension of being caught eased away, she realized that her hand had gone unconsciously to the small pendant around her neck, rubbing the golden arrow with her forefinger. Immediately, her hand went back to the controls and stayed there. Natasha Romanov was not superstitious, had never been and never will be. Either Clint would be okay or he wouldn't, and no sentimental piece of jewelry was going to change that.

Even if deep, deep down, the tiniest, non-cynical part of her entire being wished it would.

Prey Tell

Just a heads up, I usually work late, so when you get around to PMing me, it might take me a while to reply.

@Yuuta

It's all cool. My online times are rather erratic and sometimes undependable as I don't switch my laptop off, so it say I'm online when I'm actually not. Nevertheless, I am heading to bed soon, so as soon as I get the outline of my idea out, I'll be heading to bed. So take all the time you need ^-^

Prey Tell

I can't wait to see how all the characters interact ^.^

@BlackPanther

I know right? So hyped for this.
_{Now if only I can finish the backstory for my Hunter...}

Prey Tell (Powers/Supernatural Creatures and Hunters)

The key issue is to determine if my interest is lasting in any way or if it's another passing "looks fun" that leaves me drained after a week-month...

@ArenaSnow

Ah, I see. Well, feel free to lurk a little and see if your interest lingers. We probably wouldn't start very soon.

Prey Tell (Powers/Supernatural Creatures and Hunters)

To join or not to join, for I have a few supernatural creatures that have never had a test drive...

@ArenaSnow

Well...you can have up to three characters, so if you think you can handle it, bring in whatever Supernatural beings you wish (within reason, of course). If you are still musing over it, however, the OOC is up so you can take a look at the other characters already up if it may affect your interest ^-^

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Mention: The Hunter @SuddenSardines, Amaterasu @Gentlemanvaultboy, Gordon Freeman @Hostile
Interaction: Quina Quen @Hylozoist

Ezio was honestly very pleased that Quina didn't decide to get him first. With a suppressed grin, he watched him/her lobbed a ladle full of mush towards the newcomer in cool armour. Two heartbeats later he was up from his seat and standing clear of the table. Good thing he chose the furthest one, aye? He didn't follow the utensil's path to its destination, instead busying himself with hefting the now three-quarter full bowl in his right hand. A food fight as mock combat - probably to discern each individual's abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. Right, this he can do. Beats sitting around anytime. Scanning the room quickly, he noted that Freeman had opted to take cover and the others had yet to react. Drawing his right arm back as though he was preparing to lob a cannonball, Ezio bunched his muscles and threw the bowl forward, aiming towards the male with the tricorn hat. With any luck, it would splatter on the man's torso as well as any in close proximity.

With a low chuckle, he dropped low into a crouch, glancing back at Quina as s/he tried to hide behind him. "Well, seeing as you did not try to douse me in food, friends we are." He craned his head upwards, surveying the ceiling, the pillars and rafters provided. It was woefully inadequate compared the castles and buildings of his homeland, but he could spot a path that will get him high enough, and sufficient space to dodge without much fuss. "However, I am sorry to say I will be seeking higher grounds. Of course, friends mean I will provide cover for you as best I can, but I suggest you stay low. Use your height - or lack thereof - to your advantage, bene?"

With a final pat on Quina's shoulder, Ezio grabbed a handful of small dinner rolls - good projectiles if one didn't mind their victims receiving a bruise instead of a gooey mess - and stuffed it into his empty medicine pouch. Still in a crouch, he padded silently over to the nearest pillar, eyes re-identifying the quickest route to his destination. It would be difficult due to lack of close handholds, hence his need to double check things. The corners of his lips turned down in disgruntlement. If all the buildings in this dimension were as smooth and sparsely decorated as proved in this reception hall, whether it be the interior or exterior, it would put a damper on one of Ezio's finer skills. Ah well, he'll make do.

Surging up to his feet, Ezio took a step forward, setting his right foot on the bench before pushing his entire body upwards. His hands rose up above his head, finger catching the thin ledge of the pillar. As soon as he got a firm hold, he heaved upwards again, left hand reaching up for the next handhold. Halfway up the pillar and before he prepared to make a 180 degrees jump for the lowerest rafter, Ezio scanned the place again, just in case anyone had taken notice of his actions, and whether or not he needed to dodge. Hopefully no one would be aiming for him when he made the jump.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Mention: Mario @Holy Soldier, Edward Buck @Aether Spawn
Interaction: Quina Quen @Hylozoist

With every minute passed in close proximity with the little being who introduced her/himself as Quina, the more it stirred a feeling of endearment within Ezio. Quina was seemingly absent-minded, and contend to fill the silence on his part with ramblings. Ezio didn't feel like interrupting, even as s/he pointed to the chef's hat upon his/her head in answer to his question. Did s/he perhaps identified her/himself as a cook? Ezio cocked an eyebrow in question, realising a split second later that that action was futile in conveying his puzzlement. Before he could open his mouth to as, however, Quina was out of the seat and moving again, gathering armfuls of food from the untouched feast cooling upon the table top. Faintly, he hoped that s/he was not planning on devouring them all. He didn't wish to excuse himself and potentially hurt QUina's feelings when the little being had been nothing but friendly.

Fortunately for Ezio, Quina had other things in mind for the load of food. Removing his arms from the table and leaning back slightly from the mess, the Assassin watched in amusement as a rough image began to form in the middle of it all. It didn't take long before Quina was done and Ezio was left peering at the rough construct which was slowly sinking as moisture soaked into the bread foundation of the buildings - or at least, what looked to be buildings. Lifting a hand to draw the bowl closer, taking care not to jostle it too much, Ezio glanced up at Quina's beaming face. Ezio flashed him/her a grin, poking at the standing dumpling and causing it to flop face-first into the soup alongside its brethren.

"The swamp, huh? I wouldn't have guessed considering the paleness of your skin." Ezio waved a hand to indicate the entity of Quina from head to toe. "But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given that you don't seem to mind the sodden state of your clothes."

"You might have liked Roma during the winter. Sure, during the worse days, it freezes you to the bones but the rain, mio dio, when it pours, the fields beyond the city walls could be mistaken for a swamp." He paused, then let out a soft chuckle to dismiss his words. "I've always wondered what other kinds of worlds existed beside the one I am familiar with and what each might contain. It seems like I just might get the chance to sate that curiosity. If at all possible, when all this is over, I might like to see your homeland, Quina."

Ezio would probably have said more, or moved the bowl now containing a pitiful heap of mush made from various food out of reach when half his attention turned to the entrance once more. The first to enter was another Legend, followed by a man in armour that looked more complex and menacing then the Brutes' could ever be. Advanced technology? He vaguely remebered seeing a glimpse of something similar when he first held the Apple of Eden. Reflexively, his fingers clinched tighter around the bowl as Mario lobbed a potato towards Samus. Glancing at Quina from the corner of his eyes, Ezio edged the bowl away from him/her. From when little he knew about the little creature, s/he might imitate Mario and try dumping the mush on him. If Ezio truly was going to be drawn into a food fight - of all things, seriously? - he wasn't about to let his outfit be ruined by slop. Dry foods wouldn't ruin his robes, but soup and other stainable liquids was another matter altogether.

Marvel - Dawn of Heroes

>>ultron
>>?????

I don't recall Ultron being implemented in WASP's backstory or the OOC? or is this a WIP draft you're still tinkering with?

@Gowi

Thought I changed it. Apparently not.
There, now it's edited. Sorry about that.