Been on-and-off of the site for a long time. Male, late-twenties. My interests are varied, but steer towards western fantasy and sci-fi. I'm picky with my weeb media.
Age Thor appears to be a strong man in his prime. Mid-thirties.
Gender Male
Race God (Asgardian)
Pantheon Norse
Paraphernalia
Mjolnir is Thor's mightiest weapon. The Hammer was forged by the dwarves who forged all of the weapons and armour of the Asgardian Pantheon. Though, through the mischievous machinations of Loki, the hammer's haft was halved. Though flawed due to Loki's antics, the Hammer is still very mighty. The hammer can only be wielded by Thor, with the aide of his gloves, made especially for the task. The hammer allows Thor to smite anything in his path, and the hammer will never fail. It is, in effect, indestructible. It can be thrown with incredible accuracy at distances that would be impossible for any mortal, and difficult for most gods. However, it will always return to Thor's hand at his call. The hammer can absorb and hold, or redirect energy, which Thor often uses as a focus of his lightning.
This belt, also known as the Belt of Strength, is an enchanted belt which doubles The wearer's strength. In Thor's case, it allows him to match the physical strength of any god known with confidence.
These gauntlets work sort of like a 'key' to Thor's hammer, Mjolnir. Though he can lift and use the hammer without them, it is incredibly heavy and difficult, even for him. However, while wearing the gauntlets, the hammer is light as a feather for him. Without the gauntlets, only gods with immense strength, such as Hercules, might be able to lift and use the hammer.
Thor's chariot is his main means of transportation. It is enchanted with the ability to fly, and is pulled by two Giant goats.
Powers Weather Manipulation, Electrokinesis, Incredible Strength (even among Gods)
Appearance
Art is NOT mine. Credit goes to m0zch0ps on Deviantart.
After the Norse and Roman pantheons went to war, Thor took up many of what he viewed as the more useful and aesthetically pleasing styles of clothing and armour. Out of his armour, he has a short, red beard, and shoulder-length red hair, braided in several places. His physique is that of a strongman, or someone who works a forge, which is to say he is large, imposing, and well-toned. Thor's eyes are like windows into storm clouds, and when he is particularly emotive, lightning streams from them, quite literally.
Strengths Thor is incredibly strong, both physically and in mental fortitude. He has a staunch and stubborn willpower that gives him an inherent immunity to magical manipulations of the mind. He is well-equipped, and has the experience of many wars and battles. Though not much for tactics, his skill as a single combatant is nearly unrivaled.
Weaknesses Thor, though not a fool, is headstrong, blustery, naive, and easily-deceived. He is horrible with politics.
Quirks "If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail."
Fears Losing Mjolnir, being Disowned by Odin, Being defeated in a test of strength
Ambition To take his father's place as the King of the Gods, and ruler of Asgard, and to wrestle and defeat Heracles.
Personality Thor is stubborn to a fault, fiercely loyal, and very protective over both his fellow gods, and their mortal worshipers. He is boisterous and confident, and tends to brag. Though slow to anger, his wrath is a thunderstorm, and he is a deadly enemy when in a battle rage.
Father Odin All-Father
Mother Frig
Siblings Balder, Hoder, Hermod, Tyr, Bragi
Pets Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr ( The Giant goats who pull his chariot)
Thjálfi and Roska ( Mortal servants granted immortality for their loyalty)
"Hermes, what have I told you about showing up unannounced. Your one of the few members of our family that I can still tolorate. Now I am a busy man, What do you want?"
Hermes smirked at Hades. At least, he did at first. Hades' directness had always appealed to The Messenger's jittery nature. He generally didn't like beating around the bush, so to speak, at least not here. He didn't want to spend any more time in this realm than was absolutely required. Still, Hades' slightly off-putting manner made Hermes wonder if he might be wasting his time here.
"Well, Uncle, you know me. I'm not one for following orders." He tossed a loose pebble he had been studiously staring at onto the base of Hades' rather disturbing throne. The other god didn't seem very amused, so Hermes rose and spoke more quickly and formally, not wanting to raise his uncle's ire. "A-anyway," Hermes stammered, in his best impression of meekness, "I'm to give you a message, Lord of The Underworld. There is to be a meeting soon, in about a tenday's time. The other Olympians gather at the Mountain. Zeus has something to say. Apparently, it's quite important. He's even requested you." Pointing out the rarity of Hades' invitation to Olympus wasn't meant to be an insult, merely a show of how important the occasion was.
"I have others to inform, and I'd hate to disappoint Father. Can we expect you?" With that, he raised an eyebrow at Hades questioningly.
I'll post after work tonight, and hopefully work on Thor as well. Been busy of late. I'm going to be having Hermes visit the entire Pantheon, so any Greco-Roman Gods/Demi-gods, be ready for that. After a discourse with Hades, of course.
The wind rushed through his hair, whipping his short golden tangle about wildly. He held his helmet crooked under one arm, enjoying the feeling of the wind on his face, in his hair, in his eyes. He was running, faster than fast, through the clouds over Rome, toward the lower provinces. He was too high up to be seen, at least by mortal eyes. Hermes, though he had never been a lover of 'the rules', knew that revealing himself too openly to mortals would, at best, cause a panic. The thought made him chuckle through swift breaths. It was tempting, as he reached the Nile, to head down and run along the water. He wanted to feel the spray of the river he had conquered in his duel with it's patron god, Sobek, years before. And yet, he had prior engagements. All speed was necessary, and if he ran this fast anywhere near mortals, they would likely perish, fragile as they were.
As the sky grew hotter, evaporating the clouds around him, the land below him gradually gave way to barren desert. Soon, there was not a mortal soul as far as his eyes could see. Celerity, his great hawk flew beside him, and screeched loudly as Hermes came to a sudden stop above the sandy desert.
"Sorry, friend, but you don't want to be where I'm going. Return to Olympus. I'll bring you a gift." He reached out to poke the bird in it's chest affectionately, which earned him a warning caw and a nip from the bird before it flew off.
"Right then," Hermes took a deep breath and donned his helm. "Time to pay the creepy uncle a visit."
On visit, Hermes started forward again, building speed until he was running as fast as his godly legs would take him. When he reached a speed that strained his body to the point of pain, he abruptly angled his run straight down toward the mortal world, toward the desert below. As he shot out of the sky, a streak of fire, the sands below began to shift and twist, until Hermes was running at top speed into what appeared to be a whirlpool of Desert sand. In the very Center of the whirlpool, there was a hazy, purple circle, ringed in black fire. Hermes, as a god who prided himself on being able to break any boundary, found it relatively easy to break into the Underworld. Even so, it was never an enjoyable experience. Hermes' clothes caught fire as he descended toward the portal, and would have burned up, had they not been of Olympian make. The desert sands had become a raging storm as the god bent nature to allow himself passage into the realm of Hades. Red fiery streak met purple portal in the ground, and suddenly, as suddenly as it had begun, the strange, mystical desert storm ended.
Hades, The Underworld
Hermes shot out of the portal he had created, and crash-landed hard into a rocky outcropping he hadn't anticipated. The pain of the landing was jarring, but the overwhelming sensation he felt was cold. He was freezing. Only this place ever made him feel this way. He rose to his feet, steam billowing off of him from the sudden shift in temperature. As he rose, he looked around, taking in his grim surroundings, but looking specifically for Hades' palace. Not that he needed to actually find his uncle. If he knew Hades at all, the other God already knew he was here, and exactly where to find him. So, Hermes stretched his aching muscles, and then plopped down where he was,sprawling himself out comfortably, and removing his helmet.
'Morning! I never did start Thor last night, though I did begin research. Zonked out earlier than anticipated. For now, I'm gonna' do a post for Hermes.
Been on-and-off of the site for a long time. Male, late-twenties. My interests are varied, but steer towards western fantasy and sci-fi. I'm picky with my weeb media.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Been on-and-off of the site for a long time. Male, late-twenties. My interests are varied, but steer towards western fantasy and sci-fi. I'm picky with my weeb media.</div>