Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 15:59:33 GMT -6
Stoneman, Mjolh
Vikingblood / Stonefist
AGE: 1100+
GENDER: Female, I mean, thats what the boobs are for right?
TEAM: none (former member of the mostly unknown "Elder Guardians")
SIDE: Neutral, but sides with good more often than not
OCCUPATION: Underworld Sheriff, Part-time Government Agent, Mercenary, "Fixer" , Adventurer & Vagabond
NATIONALITY: Norwegian (Born in ancient Norway around the year 650AD)
HISTORY:
Born sometime in the late 690’s AD, Mjolh has seen the rise and fall of the Vikings, the shifting of much of Europe, and the rise of America, and the advent of the “ubermensch “ (superman) in society at large.
Having migrated from Norway to Britton, to Iceland, and into North America, Mjolh has had many names, and has faded in and out of history, many times being none too far from noteworthy men and women who have shaped the world as we know it, but always she seems to leave a wake of chaos and death behind her, even if indirectly or subtly.
She has been married a number of times, and mated even more times than that, however she has had few children, and at this time, is the second eldest known Ly-Ceen on the planet, being over a thousand years old, despite looking to be in her early thirties. Her only surviving direct blood relative is her grown daughter Elissa Stormblade (currently using the surname of Rafel (French for “storm or squall”) who lives in the rural Mid-West.
During the mid-1840’s just after the Texas Revolution and before the American Civil War, Mjolh became a member of a group known as the “Elder Guardians” a group of warriors and scholars who served the council of Elder Races, made up of creatures most still count as myth to this day (despite proof to the contrary) doing what was then deemed necessary to protect the secrets of the races in hiding from humanity at large, and she continued to do so until sometime before World War One, where she vanished and did not resurface until sometime in the late 1970’s
Now and days, she does some part-time work for the government, and takes side contracts, but mostly is getting back into the old habits of wandering around and looking for trouble, for at her heart, she is still and always a warrior.
FAMILY: Jor' Rax & Sid-Kyn Stein-Barn ((stone children)) (parents, deceased) Erikur Stormblade (Spouse, Deceased) Oskar Stormblade (son, unknown) Elissa Stormblade (Daughter, currently living in France)
PERSONALITY:
Mjolh is a straightforward person at her core, despite the initial appearance of an ever shifting surface, since she has a vast many layers that have built up over her dozen lifetimes wandering the world.
The ever-present edge she has is hard, but well hidden to most observers, forged and honed by the countless fights, battles and wars she has either found her self in, or placed herself into the middle of, and as such, she counts death as a distinct follower to her path. She has made her peace with her enhanced mortality, and the frailty of life.
However that is not to say that she is cold or detached at all times, far from it, within her many layers, is a warm and caring woman, an insightful and humorous person with a great appetite for the novel and even the silly things, her talent for taking joy in little things is likely the thing that has kept her grounded for all of the years she has lived.
It all compiles into a very "Mama Bear" like personality, as the depth of her kindness and humor is only challenged by the depth of her wrath and cruelty. She is the best sort of friend, and the worst kind of adversary one could ever imagine.
DISLIKES: Tyranny, murderers, and thief's
DREAMS: "Leave nothing, give something, take everything."
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A lie is like Jealousy...
... Both can get people killed.
... Both can get people killed.
BODY STRUCTURE: Body type, weight, height, [/sup]Lean but solid and nicely curved, Mjolh (Pronounced Mu-yo-Ell) is a breath taking Nordic beauty with haunting golden eyes rimmed with royal blue. Standing at a luxuriantly modelesque five foot eleven inches and weighing a surprisingly dense two-hundred and twenty five pounds, she is a tower of feminine Ly-Ceen power and strength.
STYLE: Mjolh enjoys trendy and fashionable clothing, almost as much as she does more practical and timeless styles. you can find her in cute little skirts and tops as often as you will see her wearing jeans and a button-down shirt. Assuming she has bothered to put on clothing that day of course.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: Mjolh has two tattoos and three piercings, the tattoos are on her upper right shoulder, as all of the warrior bloodline of Ly-Ceen have, the markings denoting her families history, Tribe Name, as well as her own name, with both the alien Ly-Ceen text and the old Norse Rune text, which is faded due to her age, and how long it has been since she has had it refreshed. the other tattoo is a stylized logo based on old carvings of Thor's hammer mjolnir on the back of her right hand. She has her ear's pierced and lastly, her left ahhmmm... Nipple? can we say that? Yeah, she has a nipple ring on the left, made from the wedding band her most recent late husband had given her.
COSTUME: Wearing the "silverstone" Chain-mail armor her father was once famous for making, the heavy but nearly invulnerable armor is older than she is, and it not only protects her, but allows a subtle amplification of her powers through her bio-electric aura.
ODDITIES: Being as old as she is, there are times when modern social norms or slang can confuse or trip her up, but what truly makes her stand out is her brash bluntness. she is not the most tactful person, being glaringly and brazenly open about topics and subjects most people would rather not discuss openly. or privately for that matter.
ABILITIES: Kinetic Density Variance. This means, that Mjolh can control and project the level of kinetic energy her body produces, as well as the density of her body on the atomic level, allowing her to take her already dense body and project her physical power into a punch that can wipe out a truck from a block away. also gives her a level of invulnerability, so long as she has the energy reserves to maintain control, and given how old she is, that control is GREAT.
CONTROL: 10
SIDE-AFFECTS: Her eyes will glow, as will her tattoo, and her accent becomes thicker and more pronounced the more emotive she becomes.
WEAKNESSES: Like all of the Ancient Ly-Ceen blood lines, Mjolh has an allergie to Caffine, and certian heavy metals (Silver, Nickle ect) and her own power can be turned against her by someone with enough skill or the proper powers to counter her.
Make sure you live life...
As if it was a song!
As if it was a song!
INTRODUCTION:
Having been contacted by leaders of the Western American Tribes about a young half-breed who was looking to make a name for himself, Mjolh had gladly volunteered to go and observe and mentor him should it be needed. Since she needed a change of scenery anyways, she made a few calls, and insured that her old beach house on the coast was still in good order, then set out for the long drive from Steel City to Jump.
Arriving late that night, she unpacked her few bags and ensured the house was clean, before deciding to go and find food. knowing of a few all night diners near by, she elected to walk, giving her tired and cramped legs a little work would set her right before bed, and having a full belly never hurt either. Trotting almost silently down the sidewalk towards the corner, when she heard something from a doorway just ahead.
Slowing slightly, she heard a voice call out to her; "Hey now Sweetheart, you need an escort around here after dark!"
Peering closely she slowed to a walk, her over sized shirt and jeans finally making noise as she looked at the male who stepped out of the shadows (as if she couldn't already see him) with a smile. he was just above average height, a little skinny (as was the current fad), and wore a slightly dirty jacket. Why wear a jacket on such a mild and pleasant night? she instinctively didn't trust this, but she knew there was no one else in close proximity, so this was likely not some ambush, but a standard solicitation and mugging.
"Oh? do you know where I might find an escort?" she replied, arching her eyebrow and giving him a bemused smirk.
"Oh sure, I know just the guy." he replied with an oily smirk, his chapped lips pulling back over cracked and yellowing teeth, his breath rank with booze and drugs.
Mjolh tilted her head and gave a slightly hungry smile as she almost whispered; "I see... Done this before have you?" she asked almost breathlessly, her eyes taking on a hard sheen even as her lips parted slightly, in a suggestive fashion.
"Oh yeah, all the time. I'm a real pro." he replied, is eyes roaming her with a glint of joyful lust, his hand slowly coming from his jacket pocket.
"I don't doubt it." she replied with an edge of danger that seemed to drip from her full lips even as they pulled back in a wolfish smile, her eyes shimmering faintly as he lurched back, her hand suddenly full of his jacket and shirt, pulling him forward.
"Oi! What the f-"
He couldn't finish the vowel sound of the curse as her other hand leapt up and slammed into his chin, shattering all of his teeth and cracking his jaw right down the middle, before she then grabbed a handful of his crotch and lifted him up over her head, pitching him like a bundle of rags into an open dumpster with a loud crash.
"Filth... How very uncivilized." she said tiredly before she left the scene and went back to trotting to the diner, her stomach growling with hunger.
There was a reason she was growing tired of cities in recent years...
YOUR NAME OR ALIAS: Mac!
CONTACT INFO: SAME!
FAVORITE COLOR: Pizza!