Lady Sif

“This isn't my first rodeo, Mr. Stark.”
Name: Kym
Age: Old Enough
How'd you find us? I'm a mod
RP experience: I've lost count

“Who are these people?”
Full Name: Sif
Nicknames: Xena
Alias:Sif, Lady Sif
Age: Over one thousand years
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Asgardian
Occupation: Goddess of War
Class: Aesir/Vanir
Play-By: Jaimie Alexander

“We have left humanity behind...”
Any special talents? N/A
Superpowers: 

• Superhuman strength
• Superhuman speed
• Superhuman agility
• Superhuman durability
• Superhuman stamina
• Regenerative healing factor
• Longevity

Other Abilities:

• Master combatant 
• Sword Mastery
• Multilingualism

Anything else we should know?

“That's my secret, Cap. I'm always angry.”
Personality: 
People often state that I am a fierce warrior. I fight for what I believe is right. I am also loyal to my friends and family. This is apparent when I went to fetch Thor from Midgard as well as aided Thor, Loki and Jane's escape from Asgard. I would willingly commit treason for those I love. I am independent and do not take orders from others very well except for my King, Odin.

I am also protective, I watch over those I love and will kill anyone who hurts them (I've threatened Loki, and if I could I'd threaten *her*) This stems from the death of Haldor, my beloved. I was unable to save him from an enchantress. Therefore I made sure I could protect anyone else whom I love.  I have no issues with humans (ok, so slight issue with *her* but that being said, please see the fact that I am protective).

I do enjoy spending time with my friends, enjoy having a good time over a few cups of ale. I'm easy going like that, so much that we've nearly caused a few secondary battles after a night of celebrating because we wished to battle again! (mostly so we could celebrate again.)

“Cause I'm with you to the end of the line.”
Family: 

• Mother: Ylva
• Father: Ivar
• Lover: Haldor

[/ul]History: 
I was born to a loving noble family, my parents Ylva and Ivar. They raised me with everything I could wish for. Soon, when I was old enough, I wished to learn to wield a sword after watching my father with his. Of course, my mother was partially against this, as I was a lady and was to learn house chores. Eventually she relented, realizing that I had the fire of a warrior in my heart and that she couldn't cage me. My father taught me everything he knew about the art of war. I did however humour my mother and learn how to cook and clean, only after I would complete my chores would I be able to go practice my sword skills.

As I grew, I bloomed into a young woman, still honing my skills as a warrior.  As I continued to train, I began training with Thor, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogunn, and even Loki. When I first began to train, others scoffed at me. How was I, a young maiden, to become a great warrior? I vowed to prove them wrong, with a little help from Thor (he supported me, I did it myself). There was a brief time though when I thought of giving it all up. I had fallen in love. His name was Haldor and he meant the world to me. He loved me, even if I had a warrior's heart. We became lovers and it was amazing. That was until the enchantress came along. Jealous, Lorelei enchanted my beloved Haldor. In the end, to break the enchantment, I was forced to kill him. It broke my heart.  At that, I swore vengeance against Lorelei. I took time off and came back to help the old gang. 

Time passed, and eventually Thor's coronation arrived. Sadly it was interrupted when Frost Giants attacked. We defeated them well enough but the coronation was cancelled. Thor was displeased, and rally the troops (and by troops I mean the Warriors three, Loki and myself) to launch an attack against Jotunheim.  The battle turned bad when Fandrall got injured and we became outnumbered. If it were not for Odin finding us and halting the attack, we most likely would have not survived. This attack led to Thor's banishment to earth. I could do nothing to help. After talking with the gang, we discovered that Loki had informed Odin of our plan, and I asked him to speak with his father to bring Thor back. He refused, and left, after which Hogun mentioned his suspicions of Loki, that he was not as innocent as we had thought. 

We went to speak with Odin, to recall Thor but when we arrived we found that Loki had taken over, Odin having fallen into Odinsleep. After much arguments, we went against Loki's orders and went to Midgard to bring Thor back. Upon our arrival on Midgard, we found Thor with new friends, a Jane Darcy and Erik. Thor appeared confused with our appearance. It took a bit of convincing but we were finally able to convince Thor that his father was indeed alive. Before we could return to Asgard however, Loki sent the Destroyer to Earth. Since Thor did not have his strength or power, it was up to us warriors to defeat it. I managed to destroy it, or at least I thought I had, but it regenerated itself, nearly resulting in my death. It would have been a glorious warrior's death, one stories were told about, but Thor convinced me to live, to tell those stories myself. I watched as he went on to stop the Destroyer, by himself, powerless and he almost died. It was that act of valour that him to regain his power which lead to the final defeat of the monster. We returned to Asgard, where Thor went to challenge his brother. We celebrated Thor and Odin's victory, but Thor did not seemed in the mood to celebrate. 

When Thor returned to Earth to aid in the defeat of Loki (whom we thought had been dead), I worried about him, hoping he would not only be successful in defeating Loki but in returning in one piece. (Which he did). This led to a rift between realms, and we as warriors were sent to help those who could not help themselves. I led the battle until Thor arrived (oh yes, he can be a show off) but I did save his life on the battle field. Finally it ended when Thor defeated a rock monster and the marauders surrendered. We celebrated that night, although Thor did not seem to be in the mood to celebrate. I attempted to get him to join us, to relive the older years, offered him a drink but he refused politely. (Yes, it was because of *her*)

Soon after, Thor brought *her* to Asgard. That was when everything fell to pieces. We were attacked by Dark Elves, after *her* for the Aether she had within *her*. I helped defend Asgard, even aided in allowing Frigga and *her* to escape. Sadly I did not know this would lead to Frigga's death.  After his mother's death, Thor asked me to help him, which he knew I would gladly do no matter what it was. I helped free Jane from Odin's guards (ok part of me just really wanted her gone) so that Thor and Loki could end this war with the Dark Elves. I made it clear however with Loki that if he were to do anything to harm Thor, I would kill him myself. The warriors three and myself held off Odin's guards so the three could flee. The Aether was freed, but contained and Odin put myself and Volstagg in charge to bring it to the Collector and leave it in his care.

Not long after, I was tasked by Odin himself to bring back an escaped prisoner. I told him it would be my pleasure as this prisoner was Lorelei, the enchantress who had aided in the death of Haldor. So off to Midgard I went, seeking the help of SHIELD. Imagine my surprise to find Coulson alive, after Thor thought him dead. (I was sworn to secrecy not to tell Thor that he is alive) I worked with their team to find the cursed enchantress, even though she managed to enchant some of the men on the team. We managed to recapture her (after she tried to jettison me out of the "Bus") and I took her back to an Asgardian prison. (As much as I wished to kill her right then and there) 

I returned once again to Midgard, this time to capture a Kree that had landed. A battle ensued and unfortunately I was rendered memory-less by a blow to the head. I eventually was found by Coulson and his team again, but my memories had not returned.  We caught the Kree, who returned my memories and explained why he was on Earth. It was during this time that I realized that one of the agents was an inhuman, I wished to bring her back to Asgard, the Kree tried to kill her. I did warn Coulson before I left that he should keep an eye on her, that she could prove to be dangerous to Midgard. After the words of warning, I returned the Kree to his home world and I returned to Asgard.

“Dance-off, bro. Me and you.”
Custom Title: Warrior Goddess
RP Sample:
Sif stepped into the training ring, anger and cool rage simmering over her. The midgardian was here, in Asgard. The lovely fragile, mortal Jane. Oh yes Jane was lovely, but wasn’t she as well? Sif withdrew her sword from its scabbard, needing some form of relief. She had always been told she was lovely by other men, but never by the one she wished to hear it from. To him, she was just another warrior. The sweet sound of metal slicing through air made her smile a little. One of her favour sounds when in battle. Perhaps that was it? Perhaps she should give up her warrior ways and become a docile female. A docile creature that a man could coddle and take care of. The thought was oddly repulsive. 

Yet another swing of her sword, connecting with a training dummy. Ever since she was child she had longed for battle. Ever since she first laid eyes upon Thor, she had longed for him. Yet, he could never seem to look passed the fact that she was a warrior. She was no female, she was a warrior, that was it. Another swing, another connection. She stopped for a brief moment. What was she thinking, it’s not as though she was his wife. She was his friend. She should be happy that he had made a connection to someone. But that someone wasn’t her. She started back into her training routine. Gracefully she whirled around, swinging her sword with her. Extending the second part of her sword, she swung it around and hit another dummy. 

How could Thor pass her over? She’d saved him, he’d saved her. Didn’t that count for anything? She could tell he wasn’t even feeling like himself when he had passed up a night of celebration. She had never known him to pass celebrations up until he met Jane. Everything linked back to that one mortal girl. She bet Jane couldn’t even wield a sword like she could. No one could, not even some men could handle a weapon like she could.  Perhaps if something were to happen to poor sweet Jane… But then he would never forgive her if something did happen. Anger and guilt washed over her as she pushed all the thoughts from her head and continued to do her routine, which she knew by heart and could do it in her sleep. When she was finally exhausted, both physically and mentally, she sheathed her sword. Without looking back, she left the ring, the carnage of her rage apparent with many dismembered dummies scattered about.