Post by Damia on Aug 24, 2010 21:56:32 GMT -5
Name: Damia (Greek goddess of Force of Nature)
Nickname(s): Dam, Dami, Thor's kid, That Spawn I had, Hammer
Age: 40--though mentally and physically is about twenty
Sex: Female
Species: Demi-goddess
Faceclaim: N/A
Allignment: Immigrant
Alias: Shy Red
Group: Shy Guys
Job Description:
She is a mercenary for hire. Whatever you want dead, she's willing to kill it. If you have the right amount of cash.
Moveset:
- Force smash - Literally she swings the hammer at her opponent and the force goes out in a wave in front of her
- Mele attack - Her basic moves of smashing whatever is in front of her with her giant hammer
- Thrust - A one-handed attack in which she thrusts the hammer at her opponent like a sword
Final Smash: Earthshock - She jumps up in the air and slams her hammer down into the ground, cracking the earth open to swallow up her attacker.
In a Pinch:
Thor's Hammer - She can call down Thor's Hammer without his permission and use it against an attacker, but this is only when she is in a life-threatening situation. She has only used this attack twice before.
Weaknesses: When she uses Earthshock, her super-strength is used up. She can barely move the hammer she uses and usually has to drag it on the ground. She recharges after a good night's sleep.
When she calls upon Thor's Hammer, any energy she had is used up in her attack. A small gust of wind can blow her over. And generally Thor will show up and blast her through a wall for stealing his hammer, daughter or not.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'6"
Build: Tall and rather lanky, with slight muscle definition in her arms and legs.
Overall Physical Description:
Damia stands at about 5'6", with light blue eyes and short-cropped brown hair. When she's working, she wears a red cloak and a white mask.
On an average day, though, she usually wears armor. She finds it useful if she ever gets into a fight, plus most people know not to mess with her. She always has her hammer within arms reach.
Overall Personality Description:
Dami is a bit of a loner. She tends to keep to herself because the people around her end up dying or just getting older than her. She feels awkward if she makes a friend who is her age at the time but soon becomes an old woman while she is still young and wanting to go out and about.
She has a few bad habits. She cuts her hair herself with a razor. She also smokes. She never stays in one place more than a few years.
Likes:
- Her hammer
- Animals
- Pokemon
- Being a mercenary
- Swimming
Dislikes:
- Thor
- Thor's hammer
- Being alone all the time
- Princess Peach
- Attack dogs
Flaws:
- She can't let anyone get close to her
- Her armor isn't good against dogs
- She can't use a sword
- Her smoking
Skills:
- Fighting
- Super-strength
- Hitting people with a big hammer
- Knowing when to run
Mother: Ashlee
Father: Thor
Siblings: None
Other Family: The other gods related to Thor
Spouse/Signifigant Other: None
Children: N/A
History:
Dami was born to Ashlee. Ashlee had been at a party and flirting with some guy who claimed he was a "god". She thought he looked handsome enough that even if he wasn't a god, he'd be a great lay. A few weeks later, she found out she was pregnant.
Dami lived a fairly normal life. She was always very small for her age, so eventually her mother ended up home-schooling her. Her mother married again, a man named Andrew. She never liked him much, but they kept to themselves, so it wasn't too terrible of an existence. When she was mentally about 16, Thor came by the house. He had never been there before, though her mother did tell him about it. He kicked down the door and calmly explained that Dami was needed to retrieve his hammer. It had been taken and was being kept in a place where he could not enter. No god could.
He gave her a hammer. It was more than any human could wield, even two-handed. He also gave her a set of armor. It was her first quest. It took her over six months to retrieve it. From that point, she found herself itching to do more. To be more. So she left and went out into the world by herself, to carve a name for herself. She never stayed in one place too long.
Anything Else: N/A
<You're trapped!> Visser Thee bellowed, smirking at the clear box, where Nichole was trapped, crouching low. She was stripped completely naked and suspended high above everyone so they could watch her humiliation and final death. <Such a pity to waste such a...useful host, but with the morphing cube in our grasp now, there's no reason to bother with you.> He laughed.
Suddenly the bottom started to open. She screamed, trying to get a grip on something...anything...She began to slip, sliding down into a large pit where the wide, gaping mouth of a Taxxon waited for her.
"NO!" she screamed, sitting up in bed. Her sheets were drenched in sweat, her heart racing. She felt like she was going to throw up. She sat, pulling her legs to her chest and resting her head on her knees. Her arms were wrapped around her legs as she rocked back and forth, shaking. She wanted to call someone...but the one person she would call, she couldn't. She didn't know where he was. If he was alive.
She finally rolled onto her side and started crying. She finally fell asleep again into a restless slumber, plagued by dreams of what had happened to Ty and Cass.
Your name: traycon3
Your age: 20
Is English your first language? Yes
Roleplaying experience: I forget at this point...
Any other characters on this site?: Popo and Nana (to be made soon)