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Post by Gris on Mar 31, 2020 5:29:09 GMT -5
SHIMMER Eira Vinterbrauta Olafsdottir
Abilities:
Intelligence 3 Strength 6 Agility 4 Speed 4 Durability 6 Actions: Acrobatics 3 * Strength Bonus. Close Combat 6 * Strength Bonus or Weapon Modifier. * Specialties: Thrown Objects, Swordplay, Low Gravity, Grapple, Multiple Enemies, Giants. General Knowledge 4 * Intelligence Bonus. * Specialties: Geography, History, Mythology, Art. Rainbow Shard Sword (as Psi Weapon) 5 +2 2x Damage. Social Skills 3 * Specialties: Charm, Persuasion, Old Superhero Circles. Bifrost Walk (as Teleport) 6 * Can't be used while the Rainbow Shard Sword is active. +2 Dimensional -1 1 stone per guest -2 Can't be improved Modifiers:Bifrost Unbound (Immovable variant) * Can't be restrained by anything short of cosmic or magical means as long as she can see the sky directly. Healing Factor Immortality Toughness 3 Challenges: 10w Conflicting Interests (4w): With her odd connection to Bifrost and almost being an offspring of it, Eira will always feel in service of Asgard. Psychological (2w): She blames herself for being unable to bring the Guardians to their proper Earth and time, feeling guilty for the things that happened while they were away. Deadly Enemies (4w): During a particularly excruciating adventure of the Guardians in the Negative Zone, Eira tricked Annihilus and bested Blastaar in combat, so both of usually rivaling denizens of the Negative Zone have reasons to hate her.
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Shimmer
Mar 31, 2020 5:29:51 GMT -5
Post by Gris on Mar 31, 2020 5:29:51 GMT -5
EXPERIENCE
Earned: 10+1*
+ 4 Background, costumed picture, civilian picture, song about her guilt for being stranded away from the world. + 1 LOE and 1 LOE for Social Skills, friendship with Valkyrie of Asgard and The Defenders.
+ 4 Issue 1: “The More Things Change...” + 1 Room Description.
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Shimmer
Mar 31, 2020 5:30:40 GMT -5
Post by Gris on Mar 31, 2020 5:30:40 GMT -5
ORIGINAL CAD Abilities: 21w
Intelligence 3 (1w) Strength 6 (4w) Agility 4 (2w) Speed 4 (2w) Durability 6 (12w)
Actions: 30w
Acrobatics 3 (1w) * Strength Bonus.
Close Combat 6 (4w) * Strength Bonus or Weapon Modifier. * Specialties: Thrown Objects, Swordplay, Low Gravity, Grapple, Multiple Enemies, Giants.
General Knowledge 4 (3w) * Intelligence Bonus. * Specialties: Geography, History, Mythology, Art.
Rainbow Shard Sword (as Psi Weapon) +3 5 (15w) +2 2x Damage.
Social Skills 3 (1w) * Specialties: Charm, Persuasion, Old Superhero Circles.
Bifrost Walk (as Teleport) 6 (6w) * Can't be used while the Rainbow Shard Sword is active. +2 Dimensional -1 1 stone per guest -2 Can't be improved
Modifiers: 19w
Bifrost Unbound (Immovable variant) (3w) * Can't be restrained by anything short of cosmic or magical means as long as she can see the sky directly.
Healing Factor (9w)
Immortality (3w)
Toughness 3 (4w)
Challenges: 10w
Conflicting Interests (4w): With her odd connection to Bifrost and almost being an offspring of it, Eira will always feel in service of Asgard.
Psychological (2w): She blames herself for being unable to bring the Guardians to their proper Earth and time, feeling guilty for the things that happened while they were away.
Deadly Enemies (4w): During a particularly excruciating adventure of the Guardians in the Negative Zone, Eira tricked Annihilus and bested Blastaar in combat, so both of usually rivaling denizens of the Negative Zone have reasons to hate her.
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Shimmer
Mar 31, 2020 5:42:41 GMT -5
Post by Gris on Mar 31, 2020 5:42:41 GMT -5
The stories of myth and gods are strange ones, a mixture of what is, what isn't and what could or even perhaps should be. As mortals come and go the legends change, and what once was the legend of a knight slaying a dragon slowly evolves into one of a peasant rescuing a princess. Never quite the same, although perhaps sharing a common sense, an entwined destiny. Eira's story begins in a blizzard. The astronomical observatory of Karholl in Iceland was half buried in snow, and yet the only scientist standing watch that week wasn't safe on the inside. Olaf Sigursson had always been an odd one, strangely spiritual perhaps for a man of science, even if he wasn't particularly religious. Only someone like him would be bound to be outside in the snow, call it curiosity about a strange iridiscent light as the tempest ended and the skies cleared. What he found wasn't a reasonable explanation for the visual phenomenon, but a baby. A little girl who by all accounts couldn't be there, and even less looking at the stars with curiosity instead of crying. The gods had been merciful with her, and maybe with Olaf too by sending him something he didn't know he needed. Olaf named her Eira, mercy in old Norse, and Vinterbrauta, winter's way in the new Norse, to reflect how the Milky Way now shined above them in the now cleared sky. Eira's story begins with the love of two beings, one of the Outer Realms and one of the Inner Realms. Their love for one another was without limit, and yet they couldn't be together, not even touch each other. A magician unlike no other had a solution, yet it would require the final sacrifice. Their souls could finally be together beyond physical form, and they would be joined for eternity in a passage, a prismatic bond that would tether the realms. From their love was born a miracle, a rainbow bridge like no other, and perhaps something more. Eternity can sometimes run short, the twilight of the gods thwarting destinies and shattering bridges. Where once was a bond, an understanding, later can be the pain of an open wound. But fragments of that connection can live on, and as what once was bridge turned into prismatic shards, those same bits of multicolored hope could be a bridge once more. Sooner or later, as time meant nothing in the never ending cycle of the gods, the rainbow would shine again. Eira's story begins with another fight between good and evil. Heroes facing insurmountable odds against a superior foe, men of legend against beasts of tales long forgotten. She was just a mere college student, honoring her father's wishes of living a normal life, and yet there was no way she couldn't stay still as the champions of the people fell into battle. She couldn't stay still while the Guardians fought. Instinct or destiny, even if Eira barely knew what could she do, what should she do, she still ran into battle without a second thought. Power like no other saved that day, giving the Guardians respite to honor their name and put an end to the menace. By the end of that fight Eira may have faulted the promise she made to her father, but she had no doubt that he would be proud seeing her on the side of heroes as one more Guardian. Eira's story begins as she and the Guardians finally escape an ordeal that threatened to have no end. Maybe being adrift through space and time didn't have the same effect on her timeless nature, even if she felt frustrated about not being able to bring the Guardians home, but she had managed to keep her good nature mostly intact. The Guardians were back home, even if they could hardly identify it as that. Things had changed in their absence, and in a world that barely remembered them, the Guardians were more needed than ever.
Play the part blue, play the act cold Play me sideways, it don’t matter I gave up on consequence See the redshift turn to blueshift Throw me a bone, it don’t matter It seemed too hard anyway
Tell me don’t stop till your head drops Break it right through the still weather And leave me with my delay Reach the right wave Kill the old days Send me your love in static I cried for you yesterday
Too many times The moviescreen burned a little bright The moviescreen bled a different lie, a better lie Be happy now The moviescreens grew with lighter steps
Too long went by And I sold my soul for a better lie And it left me hungry too many times | |
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Shimmer
Mar 31, 2020 6:56:59 GMT -5
Post by Gris on Mar 31, 2020 6:56:59 GMT -5
KARHOLL, ICELAND soon after the return
There was barely any sunshine in that cloudy day, although there was no rain, and yet a rainbow broke through the skies. Gone as suddenly as it came it was just an optical oddity, if not for the young blonde woman that had appeared at the bottom of it on the cliff. She didn't want to believe it, even if it was only logical after so much time had gone by. She may be of the skies above, a realm beyond, but the man she called father was only human. Eira wept, fists clutching earth and grass at the base of the gravestone as if she could pull her father from oblivion for a last hug. It took a while for her to calm down, at least on the outside, getting up and cleaning her hands on her black skirt before drying her tears.
"I couldn't take him with me. Some of us thought he'd have liked to rest here" a voice behind Eira said, announcing her presence and startling the girl for a moment.
"Brunnhilda" Eira recognized the taller woman in complete Valkyrie garb. It had been ages since the last time they had seen each other, they had fought together, and yet none of them had aged a day.
"I'm sorry. I heard it was peaceful. Painless" it was strange hearing the powerful woman talk so carefully, apologetic. "I took care of him as soon as I learned-" she said, almost a whisper.
"But you weren't there when it happened. Neither was I. He died alone and it's my fault too" Eira resented, lowering her head.
"Oh girl, it's not your fault, it's..." the Valkyrie wrapped Eira in her arms, but she was at a loss of words. "There is nothing to forgive" she added, feeling clumsy.
"I wasn't by his side!" Eira effortlessly broke the embrace. "Oh I'm sure he didn't resent me, he was that kind of man" a sad smile broke her anger for a moment. "But how can I forgive myself?" she turned her back to Brunnhilda.
"It will take time. You taught me to be patient" the tall woman said, keeping her distance and reminiscing.
"I taught you..." Eira faced her, confused. "Oh" recognition shone on her face, and Eira broke into laughter. "Damn, you made me laugh at a time like this..." she said, wiping tears off.
"It wasn't funny at the time, the Red Ghost and Attuma gave us Defenders our share of trouble" the Valkyrie said with a nostalgic smile. "But the Guardians saved the day even if nobody likes to fight Super-Apes" she added. "You said that I had to be patient, not rush into the fight like the emerald giant. That one day we would laugh about that, remember?" she said, hopeful.
"Ugh, it has been ages, but I do remember" Eira sighed. "Thank you. For everything" this time she was the one leaning into a hug. "That wasn't the only time I crossed paths with the Red Ghost though, there was one time in the Negative Zone-" she started to talk, the Eira of old shining through the grief, but the Valkyrie interrupted her.
"I'm not here just to express my sympathies" Brunnhilde confessed, stern, prompting Eira to look upwards, still holding her hug. "Odin sent me for you. He wishes to talk about something dire and I'm supposed to take you to him. It wasn't my idea" she added, clearly unhappy about it.
"And yet here you are, doing the bidding of the old geezer without a doubt" Eira said, resentful. "Unhand me" she requested.
"No, not without doubt, but I have to do it" Brunnhilda admitted. "So do you."
"You know that you can't force me, time has passed but we aren't trapped underwater in an Atlantean prison" Eira said. "I can't be held prisoner under the sky" she broke the embrace with ease once more, taking a step back. "I can't be restrained, Asgardians would do well remembering that, friend" another step back and Eira vanished into a rainbow.
The Valkyrie looked up to the sky as the rainbow faded. Eira wouldn't be able to run away from her duties forever, but it wouldn't be by Brunnhilda's hand that she was taken to Asgard against her will if she could help it. "I did remember that, even if Odin didn't" she said to the wind, "friend." Riding into her horse, she readied to go back empty handed to Asgard, relying the sincere news that she had been unable to restrain Eira and bring her back.
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Shimmer
Jun 11, 2020 6:57:16 GMT -5
Post by Gris on Jun 11, 2020 6:57:16 GMT -5
SHIMMER'S ROOM, GUARDIANS-STATION years and years ago, before the incident
It was far from early in the morning, although deep down in that place one could easily lose the sense of time, specially in good company. Ghost Train did ask Eira about it when she joined the Guardians, about her connection to the sky and how it freed her, if she wouldn't feel trapped down there. It was kinda true, and she had indeed slept in the wilds looking at the night sky more than once, but down there it was... different. She could never stop being Shimmer, even if in times of doubt she wanted in passing be normal, whatever that meant, Eira could not be what she is, Eira could not be who she is. But down there, in her cozy room, sometimes she could be exactly who she was, just hide away from obligations for a moment. It was as much the makeshift fort of a child as it was the room of a grown up woman.
On and against the walls, without much order or thought, laid scattered mementos of her life and several trappings. Both otherworldly and mundane, all the facets of her life mingled there. A high school picture that was all smiles with her father framed in cheap wood was right besides a Negative Zone meteor fragment encapsulated in some see through science fiction contraption. A few gymnastic accolades mixed with trophies of battles in defense of Asgard. Tapestries and Polaroids, plastic souvenirs and metal armors, everyday clothes shared space with the most garish outfits. It was a bit of mayhem. In a good day it was testimony of the varied life she lead, on a bad day proof of her inability to settle, to choose.
She was the last person to judge, and maybe she had to be more generous with herself, but Eira couldn't help but feel how others thought of her. How all her worlds sometimes seemed to pull her in all directions. But not that day, not that morning that dangerously veered into noon, if it wasn't afternoon already. If there was something Eira's room lacked in all that menagerie was a clock, at least a visible one. She felt fine with herself, even if she had trouble moving out of bed Eira didn't feel suffocated by the bodies in the huge bed that governed the center of the room, an island of peace in the chaotic sea her room was. She felt cozy, she felt loved, but she also felt the pangs of hunger and soon her guests would too, so it was due time for her to play the nice host and fetch a huge breakfast. Or lunch. Both, definitely both.
She walked silently, dodging discarded clothes, hand made banners and a couple of rainbow colored flags. Yesterday had been a good day, a day to remember, to march. A day to love, protest and celebrate. A day away from hate, a day to love. Eira smiled, happy. Maybe sometimes that room was too much of a hideout, somewhere for her to flee her responsibilities, or to lament a bad turn on one of her adventures.
But not that day.
That day Eira could only feel one thing about who she was, and that thing was Pride.
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