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thehandmaiden) wrote2012-11-13 09:14 pm
thehandmaiden) wrote2012-11-13 09:14 pm
Entry tags:
Luceti - Application
Mun
Name: Jenny
Livejournal/Dreamwidth Username:hominidae
E-mail: pilot.jaina @ gmail.com
AIM/MSN: enelyasol
Current Characters at Luceti: Katniss Everdeen, Geordie Riddell
Character
Name: Leah of Hel
Fandom: Journey into Mystery (Marvel comics)
Gender: female
Age: 14
Time Period: Modern-day Earth, shortly after the events of "The Terrorism Myth" arc.
Wing Color: Black.
History: Marvel wiki
Personality: (Please consider here things such as habits, likes and dislikes, thought patterns, experiences and so on. This section should be fairly detailed!)
Strengths: (Physical, mental and emotional; PLEASE PROVIDE CANON EXAMPLES)
Weaknesses: (Physical, mental and emotional; PLEASE PROVIDE CANON EXAMPLES)
(For the strengths and weaknesses section, feel free to include powers or special abilities if they apply.)
Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)
First Person: Training Wings post
Third Person:
Leah of Hel does not sleep. It is a luxury only afforded to the dead. The keepers there of do not share in the same privilege. Someone must keep an on the spirits at all time.
Back in Broxton, she had entertained herself by watching his window. She would tell herself that it was an extension of the duties set forth by her Mistress. Someone must keep an eye on the young trickster god at all times, least he attempt to weasel out of the favor he still owes Hela. She refused to think it had anything to do with the title he had bestowed upon her. B.f.f. Best friends forever. When he would not provide a definition, she had taken it upon herself to look one up. It was a surprisingly kind title, one filled with a sense of hope she would not expect of Loki Laufeyson. But she would not be so naive as to ever tell him that it made her smile. Why, as the mortals put it, should she wreck a good thing? It was more enjoyable to quell his blathering, to remain superior, was it not?
She had never had a friend before Loki. Only a Mistress to serve. And a realm that looked upon her in apprehension.
Here in Luceti, in a place where her presence is no longer kept hidden from those he allies himself with, she does not necessarily have more options to pass the long nights. Businesses close. The journals fall empty of their normally ceaseless cries for attention. There is no Internet full of stupid people in which to improve her secret education of the Midgard. No ability to search for images of the men without shirts she rather enjoys. There is nothing.
Here, Leah claims she does it to alleviate the boredom of the night. She sits cross legged on the grass outside the dwelling, skirt of the simple black shift covering her legs. Her head tilts upward. Not at the stars but at a window five stories above the ground. The window of Loki's bedroom.
The definition of b.f.f. had been enlightening. And what was a b.f.f. but someone who always watched over the other? Who knew them better than they knew themselves?
It was a task assigned by her Mistress; nothing more. Or so she told herself each morning when the trickster awoke and she took to her own quarters, lest he discover her habit.
Nothing more.
Name: Jenny
Livejournal/Dreamwidth Username:
hominidaeE-mail: pilot.jaina @ gmail.com
AIM/MSN: enelyasol
Current Characters at Luceti: Katniss Everdeen, Geordie Riddell
Character
Name: Leah of Hel
Fandom: Journey into Mystery (Marvel comics)
Gender: female
Age: 14
Time Period: Modern-day Earth, shortly after the events of "The Terrorism Myth" arc.
Wing Color: Black.
History: Marvel wiki
Personality: (Please consider here things such as habits, likes and dislikes, thought patterns, experiences and so on. This section should be fairly detailed!)
Strengths: (Physical, mental and emotional; PLEASE PROVIDE CANON EXAMPLES)
Weaknesses: (Physical, mental and emotional; PLEASE PROVIDE CANON EXAMPLES)
(For the strengths and weaknesses section, feel free to include powers or special abilities if they apply.)
Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)
First Person: Training Wings post
Third Person:
Leah of Hel does not sleep. It is a luxury only afforded to the dead. The keepers there of do not share in the same privilege. Someone must keep an on the spirits at all time.
Back in Broxton, she had entertained herself by watching his window. She would tell herself that it was an extension of the duties set forth by her Mistress. Someone must keep an eye on the young trickster god at all times, least he attempt to weasel out of the favor he still owes Hela. She refused to think it had anything to do with the title he had bestowed upon her. B.f.f. Best friends forever. When he would not provide a definition, she had taken it upon herself to look one up. It was a surprisingly kind title, one filled with a sense of hope she would not expect of Loki Laufeyson. But she would not be so naive as to ever tell him that it made her smile. Why, as the mortals put it, should she wreck a good thing? It was more enjoyable to quell his blathering, to remain superior, was it not?
She had never had a friend before Loki. Only a Mistress to serve. And a realm that looked upon her in apprehension.
Here in Luceti, in a place where her presence is no longer kept hidden from those he allies himself with, she does not necessarily have more options to pass the long nights. Businesses close. The journals fall empty of their normally ceaseless cries for attention. There is no Internet full of stupid people in which to improve her secret education of the Midgard. No ability to search for images of the men without shirts she rather enjoys. There is nothing.
Here, Leah claims she does it to alleviate the boredom of the night. She sits cross legged on the grass outside the dwelling, skirt of the simple black shift covering her legs. Her head tilts upward. Not at the stars but at a window five stories above the ground. The window of Loki's bedroom.
The definition of b.f.f. had been enlightening. And what was a b.f.f. but someone who always watched over the other? Who knew them better than they knew themselves?
It was a task assigned by her Mistress; nothing more. Or so she told herself each morning when the trickster awoke and she took to her own quarters, lest he discover her habit.
Nothing more.