Serial_Chiller
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(So my first one got removed so I’m trying to edit accordingly to fit the guidelines so if there are more mistakes they are completely unintentional lol)
My OC:
Name: Sage Fulla
Species: Asguardian
Age: 964 AD (Looks around 24)
Aliases: The Queens Witch
Frigga’s Apprentice
Green Sorceress
Godess Servant of Frigga
Appearance: Long dark brown hair, Pale complexion, Soft features, Round green eyes.
FC: Katie McGrath
Bio:
Sage was the last born of Frigga’s coven. Still just a baby, Frigga convinced her husband Odin to allow her to take Sage in under her wing to teach her the sorcery of her lineage. Feeling it her duty to carry on the line of witches. Odin agreed upon the condition that she teach one of their own sons as well. Frigga agreed and chose her youngest son Loki, who was a few years older than her.
Growing up, Frigga was very motherly towards Sage, but she knew she was not an adopted child. She spent most of her youth training with the younger brother, learning the same tricks and schemes. Though Loki had taken a rather mischievous turn on using magic, Sage proved to have rather impeccable abilities. When she came of age she was given the position of high sorceress. She remained Frigga’s side for both protection and council. She saw the conflict between Loki and his older brother Thor. She was always sympathetic towards his cause despite not having any stand in the matter. Her and Loki grew very close as they grew older. Eventually she saw less and less of Loki and Thor, both having left to fight great battles while she stayed behind with Frigga.
Personality: Quiet, Cynnical, Sarcastic, Wise, Empathetic
Starter:
The Asgardian sky glittered with constellations, hues of pink kissing the horizon as the last moments of light filled the realm. Sage watched from the open balcony as everything slowly became eclipsed in shadow, the bright moons in the sky beaming blue rays of light onto the world as it’s only light. The bifrost glistened in magnificent colors, lighting the abyssal sea of darkness beneath it. In the night Asgard was a true delight indeed, the golden city shimmering like a flame refusing to go out. It had never ceased to be breathtaking to the woman. Sage often spent hours adoring the sky above, listening to the old secrets and premonitions from its ancient beauty. She was blessed with the gift of foresight, being the daughter of a great witch. Her visions where never concrete, given in symbols that left room for misinterpretation. Her real skill was her magic, taught by Frigga herself she was one of her most respected pupils. She was often called Fulla, being her handmaiden. Sage let out a soft sigh, turning away from the city and back into the golden palace.
“Ale, please.” The raven haired woman commanded in a gentle tone. A young maiden quickly filled her cup, handing the drink to the woman.
Sage gracefully took the cup, waving away the maiden as she brought it to her lips. Only there was no wine, instead there a small serpent circling inside it.
Sage let out a gasp, quickly pulling the cup away from her lips before the snake could lunge and take a bite out of her face. She held a hand to her chest to ease her racing heart as she watched the creature curl back into the chalice.
Her round lips pursed together as she hesitantly picked up the serpent, which now harmlessly curled around her fingers. The cup fell to her side as she looked the snake in the eye, narrowing her gaze at it.
“Not funny, Loki.” She told the snake.
There was suddenly warm laughter behind her as she straightened, the snake disappearing in a flash of emerald light. Sage turned towards the familiar noise, being met with the smirking expression of the God of Mischief himself. The maiden was nowhere to be seen, leading her to believe that is was in fact Loki all along.
(I am completely open to all and any ideas or plot lines!)
My OC:
Name: Sage Fulla
Species: Asguardian
Age: 964 AD (Looks around 24)
Aliases: The Queens Witch
Frigga’s Apprentice
Green Sorceress
Godess Servant of Frigga
Appearance: Long dark brown hair, Pale complexion, Soft features, Round green eyes.
FC: Katie McGrath
Bio:
Sage was the last born of Frigga’s coven. Still just a baby, Frigga convinced her husband Odin to allow her to take Sage in under her wing to teach her the sorcery of her lineage. Feeling it her duty to carry on the line of witches. Odin agreed upon the condition that she teach one of their own sons as well. Frigga agreed and chose her youngest son Loki, who was a few years older than her.
Growing up, Frigga was very motherly towards Sage, but she knew she was not an adopted child. She spent most of her youth training with the younger brother, learning the same tricks and schemes. Though Loki had taken a rather mischievous turn on using magic, Sage proved to have rather impeccable abilities. When she came of age she was given the position of high sorceress. She remained Frigga’s side for both protection and council. She saw the conflict between Loki and his older brother Thor. She was always sympathetic towards his cause despite not having any stand in the matter. Her and Loki grew very close as they grew older. Eventually she saw less and less of Loki and Thor, both having left to fight great battles while she stayed behind with Frigga.
Personality: Quiet, Cynnical, Sarcastic, Wise, Empathetic
Starter:
The Asgardian sky glittered with constellations, hues of pink kissing the horizon as the last moments of light filled the realm. Sage watched from the open balcony as everything slowly became eclipsed in shadow, the bright moons in the sky beaming blue rays of light onto the world as it’s only light. The bifrost glistened in magnificent colors, lighting the abyssal sea of darkness beneath it. In the night Asgard was a true delight indeed, the golden city shimmering like a flame refusing to go out. It had never ceased to be breathtaking to the woman. Sage often spent hours adoring the sky above, listening to the old secrets and premonitions from its ancient beauty. She was blessed with the gift of foresight, being the daughter of a great witch. Her visions where never concrete, given in symbols that left room for misinterpretation. Her real skill was her magic, taught by Frigga herself she was one of her most respected pupils. She was often called Fulla, being her handmaiden. Sage let out a soft sigh, turning away from the city and back into the golden palace.
“Ale, please.” The raven haired woman commanded in a gentle tone. A young maiden quickly filled her cup, handing the drink to the woman.
Sage gracefully took the cup, waving away the maiden as she brought it to her lips. Only there was no wine, instead there a small serpent circling inside it.
Sage let out a gasp, quickly pulling the cup away from her lips before the snake could lunge and take a bite out of her face. She held a hand to her chest to ease her racing heart as she watched the creature curl back into the chalice.
Her round lips pursed together as she hesitantly picked up the serpent, which now harmlessly curled around her fingers. The cup fell to her side as she looked the snake in the eye, narrowing her gaze at it.
“Not funny, Loki.” She told the snake.
There was suddenly warm laughter behind her as she straightened, the snake disappearing in a flash of emerald light. Sage turned towards the familiar noise, being met with the smirking expression of the God of Mischief himself. The maiden was nowhere to be seen, leading her to believe that is was in fact Loki all along.
(I am completely open to all and any ideas or plot lines!)
