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Survival - 8 Wins!

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero

VITAL STATS

Strength: Weak

Agility: Superior

Mind: Standard

Body: Standard

RECORD

Personal Wins: 8

Personal Losses: 3

Eloa

It feels strange sometimes to look down at my hands, hands that can grasp, caress, and do great violence to a man, all the while knowing that they are insubstantial. Yet it seems I've grown so accustomed to this "life" at times I can hardly recall the difference. When I have time to lose myself in thought it strikes me as peculiar that I never felt a longing for freedom since I was recalled to service in this world. Perhaps this lack of desire stems from living with the knowledge all my life. It happened many decades ago that one member of my family, serving under Logan O'Seanessy proved himself worthy beyond all others, worthy enough for the ultimate gift: service even after death. Ever after, the people of my clan have lived and died under the cursed mark, only to rise up again and serve O'Seanessy. Our tribe was made of assassins of the finest skill in stealth, savvy, we who walk in the shadows, and so I knew from my birth that in death I would be bound to one of their family. In life, the awareness that my fate had been sealed for an extra lifetime often left a bitter taste in my mouth. I hated not having control, hated the feeling of helplessness, hated the life that I would one day be forced to protect. Striving for excellence, I outstripped the finest warriors at training in the art of weaponry, craft, secrecy, and hand to hand combat. I fought all my life to be the strongest, the fastest, the most agile... so that I would never fall in battle, would never show weakness, would never die. Ah, but how foolish are we who endeavor to overcome death. And finally the day came; the day I was summoned to become guardian to this child... the descendant of those who once enslaved my family on a whim. The only things that followed me from life to life were my memories and my weapon of choice: the hammer Mjolnir. Had I been alive every fiber of my body would have screamed out against this living prison, yet I found myself submitting as meekly as a lamb. The more time passed the more emotion fell away to dust. Being so near to her day in and day out, feeling her sorrow, laughter, pain, joy; through her I lived a life I never had. It would not matter whether she was a kind master or a harsh one, nor if she loved me or loathed the sight of me. Her name was Odin, and I would never leave her side from that day on...

In life I had a voracious appetite for knowledge and a burning passion to make myself stronger in any way possible, mentally or physically. Life was a constant, unrelenting struggle merely to continue living. I'd given myself over too wholly to the notion that one day my life would cease and servitude would begin. In death the hatred felt detached from the beginning, as if somehow Logan's curse had suppressed any feelings of malice until they were no more significant than the remembrance of some long forgotten misgiving. Gradually as I watched Odin grow and mature before my eyes I realized that she was no more responsible for my imprisonment than I. And not only that, but I could not help but feel true admiration for her vitality, her strength of will; she is at times wild and brash, yet gifted beyond her years. Now there is nothing... nothing save the devotion and love I feel for that bold young woman. Odin, my charge, my mistress, the only one who can halt my hammer, or order it forth, until this patient existence ends in defeat or salvation.

Mjolnir

     Eldrich Blast: Ultimate

• Ranged Attack Only
• Target Seeker
• Ranged and Melee Attack

Mjolnir, a hammer blessed by the gods and cursed by the fiends it slew. When I take it in my hand I can still feel through the cold stone against my palm, the power coursing through it; as if it had a life of its own. It seems as if I've owned this hammer for so long that it has become an extension of my own will. Such is Thor's hammer, the weapon that chooses its master. It happened one night when I was running the shadows that I felt it calling to me... it was unlike any sensation I'd ever felt, the call of a cold, inanimate object. Yet I soon found that it was hardly inanimate, for every time that I threw it to strike down an enemy I needed only to clench my fist and miraculously it would appear once more in my grasp. And it has never left me, even in death it is my loyal companion... "This is my hammer/Mi¶lner the mighty/Giants and sorcerers/Cannot withstand it!/These are the gauntlets/Wherewith I wield it,/And hurl it afar off;/This is my girdle;/Whenever I brace it,/Strength is redoubled!/...The light thou beholdest/Stream through the heavens,/In flashes of crimson,/...Blown by the night-wind,/Affrighting the Nations!" - Longfellow

Mark of the Assassin

     Invisibility: Ultimate

First and foremost an assassin is called to be invisible to the eye of the target. We walk in shadows, adhering to the standards of silence. Invisibility isnÂÂÂÂ?ft a power handed down by the gods; it is a skill, acquired through experience. When an assassin of our clan masters Invisibility it takes on a god-like perfection. Though I choose to walk in shadows, I do not require their presence to hide from human eyes.

Family

     Commander: Superior

In my clan I never knew companionship... We were assassins, not allowed the luxury of emotional reactions other than the satisfaction of a well executed mission. But the life of an assassin and that of a guardian is much different as I've found. Odin has always been my constant companion, whether she ever desired it or not. When you live with a person day in and day out, your only thought for their safety, it is difficult not to find yourself somehow emotionally attached as well as bound by duty. I suppose in my own way I've come to love her, as much as I am capable of doing so, as a companion? As a friend? As a daughter even at times? And then there is Heimdall. He and I don't seem to have much in common, except for the fact that we watch over Odin, but somehow the three of us form something more akin to a family than anything I've ever experienced. Machine, spirit, human, a patchwork band if ever I've seen one, and yet, it has become more precious to me than I would have believed possible.

Team Asgard

     Commander: Superior

• Multi-Attacks

Silent I stride across the field of battle. Though I hate to leave her side, there are times when hunting another proves more effective in keeping Odin safe than guarding her directly - and I confess that it brings me no small pleasure to feel the fires of war once again coursing through my being as they had so often during my life. Though I walk and fight alone, lost in the mists of blood, I cannot ignore the efforts of those who take the field on my behalf. Odin herself and Heimdall as well, fight with me if not beside me, striking blow after blow, that the enemy may be caught unawares... Even the greatest assassins sometimes have need of a diversion to accomplish their task.

Spirit's

     Phasing: Standard

Being a spirit does seem to have its good points. I remember when Odin was younger she would try her hardest to escape my watchful eyes, but for some reason she could never shake my presence. How could she have known that when she slipped behind doors and down closed walk ways that I would simply pass through the doors to meet her on the other side?

Immunity: Danger Sense

     Immunity: Standard

How much more sinister it felt tracking down a targeted man. Knowing that he never suspected, never sensed my existence, a breath's distance away. Killing never enthralled me as much as the stalking, veiling myself with nothing more than the man's own familiar surroundings. Oh Odin, you always thought that you'd had me shaken from your trail. It is not so easy to escape me, and even more difficult to detect something you cannot even feel is there.