Atlas Thorsdรณttir || Marvel

โ€ข๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ฆโ€ข

โ„ฑ๐’พ๐“‡๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’- Atlas

โ„ณ๐’พ๐’น๐’น๐“๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’- n/a

โ„’๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’- Thorsdรณttir

๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’- 16||
I'm not sure how the times with Asgardian aging works, but it's similar to how Thor and Loki are in their 20s-30s in appearance but are really thousands of years old.

๐’ข๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡- female

๐’ซ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ˆ- she/her/her's

๐’ฎ๐‘’๐“๐“Š๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž- closeted lesbian

โ„ฑ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐“๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‚- Kennedy Walsh

๐’œ๐“…๐“…๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’-

Her overall beauty is quite remarkable. Her eyes are a deep, and alluring amber hue
and their sharp shape makes her almost siren like. She also has a scar cutting through her eyebrow, in a thin but jagged line on the left side.

Her looks are enchanting, enough to put anyone in a daze upon seeing her. Though, that's quite the common theme among Asgardians. Staring into her eyes is only comparable to gazing onto the sun, as darkness rolls in and the night slinks back to the sky. Her hair is red, pale and long and reaching her mid-back, and a gentle smattering of freckles is dappled across her rosy cheeks.

Atlas is very toned, and muscular though her figure remains quite slim. She's a bit taller than average, around 5'8, and she's slightly lanky.

โ„ฌ๐’พ๐“‡๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’- November first.

๐’ซ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž-

Much like her father, Atlas is quite advenetius

๐’ฎ๐“‰๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“ˆ-

๐’ฒ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“ˆ-

๐’ซ๐‘œ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ(๐’พ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…๐“๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐’ท๐“๐‘’)-

โ„ฑ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ˆ-

โ„’๐’พ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ-

๐’Ÿ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ-

โ„’๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰-

โ„ฌ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž-

โ„ฑ๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ-

๐’ช๐’ธ๐’ธ๐“Š๐“…๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ-

๐’œ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐“ˆ-

โ„ณ๐’พ๐“๐“‰๐’ถ๐“…๐‘’-



Species:

Goddess|| Asgardian

Key traits:

Adventurous|| brave|| brilliant || cunning || witty || introverted || melancholic ||

Negative traits:

Argumentative|| manipulative when necessary|| untrusting||

Positive traits:

Clever|| adept at most things she tries|| kind in her own subtle ways||

Celestial Manipulation:

The ability to bend all regarding the sky || manipulating light || shadow bending || ability to control darkness||

Strengths:

She can turn light into weapons || she can harness both dark and light and charge her sword with them || can use shadows to distract and trap opponents || can blind people||

Weaknesses:

Long range combat|| reckless|| her powers can sometimes take a very serious toll on her body|| hand to hand combat||

Likes:

The crack of dawn when the sun is waking|| training with her powers|| lone walks along the shores of river stretches|| old literature|| discussing said literature with her uncle Loki || training with her father||

Dislikes:

Rules|| spilling her guts about personal things|| worthless violence|| arrogance|| alcohol|| giving bad news|| crowded rooms ||

Fears:

Losing more loved ones|| working with others for fear of being responsible for something happening to them|| tight spaces|| her own powers, and their true capabilities||

Birthday:

November third.

Zodiac sign:

Scorpio.

Sexuality:

Closeted lesbian.

Appearance:

Kennedy Walsh|| red hair.

Distinguishing features:

Crush:

N/A

Family:

Grandfather|| Odin, estranged at best. They were never close, as he viewed her as Thor's mistake.

Grandmother|| Frigga, she was always rather close with the woman. She understood Atlas, and her reserved tendencies in a way similar to how she knew Loki's.

Father|| Thor, very close. Atlas and her father have always been bonded, aside from a brief period in time where Atlas pushed him away.

Uncle|| Loki, also very close. She always hated his rivalry with Thor, however it didn't get in the way of them bonding over their shaded traits.

Occupation:

Atlas helps to protect Asgard, and keep away any who threaten their home. Later on, she also becomes an avenger.

Backstory:

Atlas grew up relatively usually given her home. Asgard welcomed her as a child, surrounding her in it's beauty and infamous charm. Her mother was a lovely asgardian, who Thor was taken with as a young man. They hadn't meant to have Atlas, but they cherished her all the same.

Her powers became prominent from a young age, and she showed signs of greatness as a baby. She trained with her powers from the moment she could walk, and began training with weaponry at the same time. Swords are her maim expertise, but she excelled in many weapons.

When she was around nine her mother fell violently ill, and passed. Leaving Thor with her beautiful keepsake, Atlas, and leaving Atlas with a sorrow unable to be healed. She continued to grow up, finding a few friends along the way and by the time she was a teenager she was part of the realms most elite warriors.

She went on a mission with her group of friends, who were also skilled fighters, and it went south. They came back with half their group, and hearts turned cold from the first loss in battle. Atlas shut others out after this, channeling all her grief and anger into training to become strong enough to ensure she never lost anyone like that again.

After a long time, she was convinced her ways of coping were unhealthy and slowly began to let her father and uncle back in.

Theme song:

Soldier, Poet, King, The Oh, Hellos|| There will come a solider who carries a mighty sword || he will tear your city down || O lei, O lai, O Lord

Through me the Flood, Hozier || Every time I'd flow through the world, I'd see || That the world it flows through me || picture a grave || picture six feet freshly dug

The Yawning Grave, Lord Huron || I tried to warn you when you were a child || I told you not to get lost in the wild || I sent you omens and all kinds of signs|| I taught you melodies, poems and rhymes|| Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you

The Moon Will Sing, The Crane Wives || We could have been anywhere, anywhere else || Instead I made a bed with apathy || my heart knew the weight || ten years worth of dust and neglect || we made our peace with weariness and let it be


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