Vor Bodil
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Vor Bodil | |
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| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Blaster |
| Security Level: | -- |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Vor Bodil |
| Known Aliases: | "Vor" |
| Species: | --- |
| Age: | -- |
| Height: | --- |
| Weight: | --- |
| Eye Color: | --- |
| Hair Color: | Blonde |
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| Nationality: | --- |
| Occupation: | None |
| Place of Birth: | --- |
| Base of Operations: | Alpha Squad |
| Marital Status: | --- |
| Known Relatives: | ---- |
| Affiliations: | Alpha Squad |
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Vör’s magic origin came from her mother, a Norse Goddess of Asgard, and her father, a Frost Giant from Jötunheimr. While still an infant, battle after bloody battle ensued between the Gods of Asgard and the Giants. Vör’s mother suspiciously disappeared from the child’s life, leaving her to be brought up by the surviving giants.
In her first few years it was vastly apparent that Vör was different from her clan; making her life even more insufferable was the fact that she was female. The remaining Frost Giants were battle-minded and held no regard for her species, base and vile. Though it couldn’t help protect hers from the abuse she’d become accustomed to, Vör secretly honed in on the Ice Powers she’d inherited from her father.
On the bitter cold nights she would hide herself away and listen while the brutes filled their icy guts with Meade and bragged about battles gone by. On one such night, Vör learned the true story how her mother vanished during the battle with the Gods of Asgard so many years ago. She knew what she must do, and now knew where to go. The years she’d spent in cruel captivity instead of with her mother would not be for not.
Tolerating those years of hostility only made her will stronger to find a way to escape. Vör’s plans exacted, she left her father and clan of tormentors with confidence and ease, and only one regret; the Watchman. Her magic and ice powers did not fail her. She had made a fool of him breaching the bridge to Asgard. For a second Vör felt guilt seep in for betraying the Watchman; he saw her. It would not be the last time Vör Bodil and Heimdall North would cross paths.
No one knew I had ever wanted to cross the bridge.
Alone in a jagged icy crevice I watched him through the misty white veil of vapor, waiting. An icy glimmer revealed his armor's Celestial origin. Blood corsed through every tissue in my being as my presence went unaware to him. Daring not to breathe, I prayed to for him to turn away. Then he heard it, and the tearing footsteps of the Watchman began pounding away from me. I had done it.
The resounding crisp, clear clang of the duel rang out. The Watchman's icy blade clashing like time into apparitions, shredding nothing but the sound I conjured- until it finally ended.
My past shrieked yet louder in my head pointing across the bridge. The Watchman turned from the phantom melee, tearing in my direction, as he vowed death for the deception, no matter whom it was.
Then, close to the place I crept back to mist, his fury blinding him for the fallen blades of no one. Over the breach of his domain.
Honest soil was now under my feet and just Bifrost behind me, the Watchman was raging, ferociously searching for the one who fooled him. I couldn’t look away, his pain stricken voice demanding face-to-face for the betrayal.
Now on sacred ground, I search for my good mother feeling her spirit close.
Seeds of courage found in adversity
Cost my innocence.