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[thesonofodin]

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Fandom: Thor (2011 film)
Name: Thor Odinson
Canon Point: After speaking with Heimdall, pre-credits
Is this character dead? He did die once, but that is so over, so no.
History: Look what I found~

Personality: At first glance, Thor is a brash, impulsive, and prideful man, while also being honorable, defensive, chivalrous, and courageous. He also has a volatile, explosive, and all-encompassing temper that has lead him to rash and often disparaging decisions he later regrets. To the ancient Norse, he was the Lord of Storms and the god of courage, physical strength, and fertility. Thor is a personification of all those things, but he also possesses an unconditional truth and loyalty to land, family, and friends that can’t be hindered by acts performed by those in question or by his own situation.

Being a true warrior, valor and honor are very important to him. He would never back down from a challenge, takes persona insults and jibes as personal attacks, and will defend his honor and those he holds dear to the death, even though that isn’t precisely a risk. Insults will incite his wrath, and, once angered, he’s very difficult to clam down. His temper is violent, explosive, and blinding, leading him to rash and often disparaging ends. His temper has been known to incite battles against foes that lead to war.

His forthright and open nature make him appear to be somewhat simple, and in all honesty, Thor does like to keep things that way. His warrior’s soul is most comfortable on the battlefield, where foes are easily distinguishable from friends, divides are easily seen, and disputes are settled cleanly and decisively. This same straightforward outlook on life can put him at a disadvantage. While he’s recently learned, and very harshly, that his actions have often widespread and unforeseen consequences, he still has a narrowed focus and difficulty seeing the big picture. When it comes to things that personally concern him or he feels responsible for and, when personally invested, this tendency toward a narrowed world-view is made exponentially worse, to the point that it seems all he can see is what is directly in front of him. This is something he’s accepted about himself, and he’s swallowed his pride on the matter enough to admit to his father he still has much to learn.

His temper doesn’t help matters. When angered, he quickly loses almost all sense of reason or consequence and is quick to jump to action, usually violently. Insults, to his pride as a son of Odin, his station, his person, or his family and friends have all been demonstrated to set him off, and after that, all that matters to Thor is setting the insult to rights. When in Jotenheim, Loki had actually successfully called his brother off from attacking the Frost Giants in their home. Thor would have turned away, but King Laufey’s insult, calling him Princess, blinded him to all reason and he attacked, grinning. When in exile and mortal on Earth, he repeatedly demanded he be released from the doctors’ care, claiming they had no right to treat a Son of Odin with such disrespect and was ultimately restrained, though he was able to break free.

In conversation, though, as well as general conduct, Thor is boisterous, good-natured, charismatic, and fun-loving. He has a strong sense of adventure, also, that can get he and his fellows into spots of trouble, as he tends to, once again, be very short-sighted in his actions and lives in the moment. His grinning charm and natural charisma lead others to getting swept along for the ride, usually to glory, but sometimes to ruin, as was seen very clearly in Jotenheim.

Since his most recent debacle, he’s developed a degree of restraint, and has begun to think more about the impact his actions may have on those around him. He mourns the loss of his brother, Loki, and though aware of his younger brother’s feelings towards him, still loves him dearly. His heart aches at his loss and he feels responsible for his fate. It is because of this, and the acceptance of it, that Thor has started taking to heart his father’s lessons and appreciating his wisdom for what it is. Where he once believed that the throne of Asgard would be his by right of birth, he now knows it is an honor that must be earned, and he intends to earn it.

Skills | Powers: Being Asgardian has its perks in spades. He has several inherent racial abilities and combat skills detailed here. He also comes with the mighty hammer Mjolnir, which comes with it’s own package of amazing powers.

First Person Sample:
Here are several links to threads that occurred during the 4th wall event:
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Third Person Sample: The strange rocking beneath him was enough to bring him fully back to consciousness. Asgardians had never required sleep, so to have lost consciousness at all was enough to give him pause. He could only recall one other time feeling the darkness slip around him, and it had not been a pleasant release. This awakening wasn’t the same, of course, as it was one without pain and felt nothing like the passage of death. It was actually made more confusing by the difference of it. That, and the rocking. He moved himself to a sitting position to better take in his surroundings and the sight that befell his eyes took him aback even more: he was on a ferry trip across a mist-enshrouded lake, by the stillness of the waters gliding silently beneath the vessel in which he’d found himself.

His gaze darted to the pilot of this unexpected voyage and his eyes immediately narrowed. No more than a thin hunched frame in the surrounding gloom, this figure made not a sound as it followed a systematic rhythm, obviously practiced at his craft. A week ago, he would have called to the cloaked form, demanded to know their destination, what right he had to kidnap a son of Odin, berated him for his audacity. He would have shouted, postured, protested, pulled rank on the strange pilot. But that was a week ago. So much had happened in so short a time. His bluster and bravado had nearly cost all of Asgard, and likely Midgard afterward, their very existence. He had learned much, about himself and about his place in the Realms, lost more than he cared to give mind. Loki. He let head fall, in sadness and in shame and his silent guide seemed content to allow him his musings.

It was all the same to Thor. His brother had fallen into darkness, even before he’d plunged into the Sea of Space. He’d never understood his brother’s inferiority complex. Father had loved each of them in his own way, and in a way that was special, for them. Thor had never thought any differently or seen any evidence. In his mind, there had never been anything Loki had needed to live up to. Certainly Thor was better loved by the people, but Loki didn’t possess the same humor and charisma as he, himself, did. It was to be expected. Loki had always been one for subtlety, quiet and quick jabs in the dark. He was made for the shadows. Why had he so venomously sought the spotlight? It was something Thor could not understand. Their father had always taught them to embrace their strengths and make them theirs. Had Thor not done so? Why, then, had his brother been so jealous? Why had he resorted to...to the treachery he had?

His heart ached for his brother, that all his betrayal had been so desperate, and that it had all ended as it had, with his brother’s death. Why? It all felt so sudden, so close, that he felt his heart may burst. And then there came a rap, wood to wood, that startled him from his revelry. Blinked, he looked up in the direction of the sound into the skeletal visage beneath the deep cowl. Ah, his ferry had arrived. He rose, footing unsteady as he did so, unaccustomed to seafaring vessels as he was. “I am to disembark, I assume?”
His pilot’s lack of reply sent a surge of anger through his breast, but he stepped from the vessel onto the docks, turning and drawing in breath as he did so. “Where have you taken me?” Restraint be damned. This place was like no realm he’d seen. The pilot had obviously been mistaken. His anger grew to rage as the ferryman simply thrust a thin tablet in his direction with not so much as a sound. “I demand you answer. You cannot simply abduct the Son of Odin. There will be-” his rage-filled words were cut off by the ferryman as he pressed the tablet to Thor’s breastplate. Reflex dictated he catch the device before it fell, his gaze falling to the sleek black object. Curious to say the least, but it could wait.

He looked up. “There will be-” Again his words fell silent. The ferryman, and his strange craft, were nowhere to be seen. “...recompense,” he completed to the empty air around him, the drifting mist pushed lazily by the motion of his breath.