AIM = munchredpetalsE-MAIL:
firstname.lastname@example.org[CHARACTER INFO]CHARACTER NAME:
Marvel general; specifically, Nextwave.BACKGROUND:
Elsa was mostly raised by her father, with whom she has a somewhat turbulent relationship. Mostly in that she was sick and tired of his training methods and would really like him to stop. When she reached eighteen her father died mysteriously, leaving her with the Bloodstone from which he had taken his name, and granting her ridiculously long life. Having decided that following her fathers footsteps and killing monsters for a living was more exciting than just hanging about, which was fine for a while. After taking up heroing in North America, she was approached but Dirk Anger with an invitation to join the Nextwave squad. She cautiously accepted and hasn't really been the same since.POWER:
Near-immortality and being very, very badass. Expert with guns of all sorts and weapons of all sorts, better agility and very, very limited healing factor. Oh, and kung fu. British kung fu.CLASS:
Hero, though not exceptionally apt at it.SUPERHERO NAME:
Elsa BloodstoneFIRST PERSON:
I can't believe this. One day, one day
the Squad's been broken up and instead of a little time to rest, I find myself in another dimension. I've yet to investigate all the similarities, but at least a few things are the same: New York stinks to high heaven, you can't find good tea in America, and Tony Stark is a righteous bastard.
I'll have to check this apartment he talked about, and see if I can get to the Bloodstone Manor in Boston. Perhaps I can find some of my old, harder-to-find-in-a-corner-store supplies down there. Preferably not the ones that bring about the apocalypse after use, but I'll take what I can get.THIRD PERSON:
Elsa stopped fiddling with the communicator on her wrist, biting hard on her lower lip. Technology had never really been her strong point. Give her a magic artifact over the internet any day, and she'd find a way to make it twice as useful.
She patted her hips absently, too used to the numerous guns and knives that would normally hang off her belt. She didn't even have the set of derringers in her duster. Well, she had a credit card of some kind in her wallet, and if storekeepers wouldn't take that then they'd take a few threats. This was America
, for god's sake. There've got to be some easy to obtain guns around. She's just have to sniff around for a bit, that's all.
And after that, she could relax with her new babies and a tall mug of Orange Pekoe in that new apartment.
She tried not to think ahead as far as redecorating would go. Not very heroish.