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Alias: Sarah Frohlander
Powers: Asgardian Race (Superhuman strength, speed, endurance, health, and senses) Extensive had-to-hand combat and swordsmanship training.
Daytime occupation: Warrior of Asgard/ Runway Model
Bio: Sif is an Asgardian goddess born and raised to be a warrior of Asgard. Sif has grown up with Thor and Loki but has always been a close comrade of Thor. While not immortal, Sif has the power and strength of an asardian while appearing to b human. At a young age she was widely recognized for her natural fighting ability as well as her beautiful golden tresses. Sif is a true warrior, but in Asgard, fighting is generally a mans game. All of her life, Sif has had to prove she can be one of the boys. This means burying her feelings and putting on a tough face so as not to seem weak. Although she may fight like one of the boys, Sif will never be mistaken for one. Sif can be self conceded and obsessive over her looks. Her vanity is something she keeps to herself but she thrives off the attention of others. She keeps a special identity on earth to feed her self esteem. She spends a great deal of her time on earth masquerading as a fashion model. Her goddess looks and athletic physique made entering into the industry a breeze. Sif thrives in the superficial culture of earth but things are brewing in the universe that will call Sif to a purpose much greater than strutting the catwalk.
Model: Ginta Lapina
::The Teenage Years::
"AAAAARgh" Sif let out a guttural yell as she effortlessly swung her sword over her head. A great clang rang throughout the hall as it connected with Mijolnir. The shockwave of the blow sent Sif flying through the air. Tucking into a roll she managed to land on her feet and skid to a halt. Without missing a beat she sprung back in action, legs pumping she ran at Thor.
"You will not best me, Sif!" Thor taunted as he twirled his mighty hammer at his side.
Only paces away, Sif raised up her sword to strike again. Thor swung the hammer upwards to catch the blow of the sword but instead of the sword, it caught Sif square on the foot exactly as she had intended. The momentum of the upward swing lifted her up in the air and she dove over Thor's shoulder. Landing back-to-back with her opponent she drove the but of her sword into his side and the jumped out of the way.
"Ow!" Thor grunted as he turned to face Sif.
"Looking a little sluggish today, brother." Loki lounged in a chair nearby with one leg casually draped over the arm of the chair. His usual smirk was plastered across his face as he watched the sparring.
Thor turned to glare at Loki. Sif took advantage of his distraction and lunged forward, landing a punch on Thor's cheek. He stumbled back but did not fall. He swung Mijolnir over his head and the hammer connected with the floor. The shockwave sent Sif through the air yet again. She landed on the back of Loki's chair, squatting on her hams. She leaped forward tipping over the chair with Loki in it. Her body extended to its full length in the air with her sword in front of her. A bright light shot from her sword and cleaved a small slit in the air through which she dove. She disappeared.
"Sif!" Thor shouted in alarm.
"Right here" Sif whispered in his ear, the tip of her sword between his shoulder blades.
"I said no transporting!" Thor scolded over his shoulder.
"Was it not you who taught me that one's enemy never fights fair?" Sif taunted as she lowered her sword.
"Fine then." Thor laughed as he dive tackled Sif to the ground.
"Arghaha!" Sif laughed as Thor sat on her back and crossed his arms and legs with little effort.
"Get off of me you big oaf! You weigh six hundred pounds!" She said as she thrashed underneath him. "I can't breathe!" She said through her laughter.
Thor's booming laughed echoed through the room. "Get off her, Thor!" Loki commanded, his hands placed menacingly on his hips. Thor's laugh caught in his throat as his body tensed.
"Are you going to make me, little brother?" Thor chided with smug ostentation.
Loki glowered at Thor with narrowed eyes. He slowly crossed his arms across his chest "I don’t need to pick on those weaker than me to make me feel strong." Loki taunted with words that pierced like ice.
"So be it!" Thor growled as he got to his feet and stormed out of the room.
Loki rushed to Sif's side and offered her a hand to help her up. She didn't accept it. Sif stood up and adjusted her armor. "Are you all right?" Loki queried with a look of concern painted across his face and his voice honeyed. He tenderly pushed a strand of Sif's, now tousled, golden hair away her face.
"We were just having fun, Loki!" She scolded pushing his hand away. Leaving behind an injured Loki, Sif took off after Thor. "Thor!" She called "Wait for me!" Sif didn't even look over her shoulder to see the ache on Loki's face.
"What are you doing Sarah? You are SO late. They are going to kill you!" Farah said jumping from her hair and makeup chair.
"I ran into some… traffic." Sarah said throwing her coat and bag on a rack reserved for the models. Out of nowhere came a whack on her shoulder. She turned to see the show coordinator with lips pursed and eyes like daggers. Her arms shook as she white knuckle clutched a clipboard between her hands.
"You. Are. Late." Her voice shook "If Marc had not insisted on you as the opener I would have you fired THIS INSTANT! You have TEN MINUTES! TEN!" The malnourished brunette turned on her heel and stormed off to torment one of the backstage assistants.
"What a piece of work." Farah laughed as she pushed Sarah along towards hair and makeup. Sarah had her clothes taken by a flurry of dressers and a silk robe thrown over her shoulders. In a matter of minuets her hair was teased, tugged, tangled and sprayed into a giant mess on the top of her head and a layer of makeup was airbrushed over her face, arms, and legs. Someone took her robe and she stepped gracefully into the gown that had been made with her in mind. As soon as she was sewn and taped into the gown she was rushed to the front of a line of models ready for the show. The lights came up on stage and the music was cued.
"Wait for it… Sarah you are a go!" a coordinator said tapping her on the shoulder. Sarah tossed her shoulders back and strutted out onto the runway with her trademark smirk. The bright lights obscured the rows of editors, bloggers, socialites and celebrities from her view. She let her mind be filled with the pounding of the music and the dulcet applause.
Sarah clutched Marc Jacobs' arm as they entered the after party. The party goers and fashion insiders applauded wildly at their entrance. Sarah kissed him on the cheek for a photo op then the designer and his muse parted ways. Sarah headed straight for the bar. The party was swarming with models and industry moguls who all knew she was the top dog. Flagging down the bartender, she ordered a vodka cranberry and flashed her million dollar smile. He sent the drink down in front of her. "It’s on the house!" He smiled at her.
"Courtesy of whom?" Sarah took a sip of the cocktail.
"Tony Stark." The bartender said gesturing towards the other side of the bar. The goateed capitalist raised his glass and gave Sarah a nod. Sarah smiled back as Tony got up from his seat. He weaved through the crowd and joined Sarah on the other side.
"Tony Stark… I'm flattered." Sarah said as she played with the straw in her drink.
"I am a fan of your work. Especially your work for the sports illustrated calendar this year." Tony said with his usual debonair confidence.
"I'm sure you were!" she replied, taking a sip of her cocktail.
"I also hear you stopped a bank robbery this afternoon and still made it in time for the show!" Tony smirked, clasping his hands together.
Sarah gulped "I uhh" she laughed "I think you are mistaken."
"No I'm not because I have it on a very good authority that it was indeed you. Perhaps we should talk privately." Tony said placing his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards a VIP room.
"Look, Tony. I think you have the wrong girl." Sarah said trying to look calm.
"Please don't insult my intelligence. Plus I have someone who wants to meet you!" Tony replied, pushing her into the room and drawing the velvet curtain. The room was dark but it only took a second for Sarah's eyes to adjust to the dim light. Out of nowhere, a huge force lifted her from the floor. "Sif! My friend!"
"Thor!?" Sarah exclaimed as she was crushed by his massive arms. Thor set her down on the ground again. "It is you! What are you doing here?" Sarah said playfully punching him in the stomach. She had barely recognized him without his armor.
"We have a proposition for you!" Thor said placing his fists on his hips.
"If you are done playing model, we are looking to put together a team of sorts." Tony smirked.
Sarah narrowed her eyes "A team?"
"A super team." Tony and Thor looked at each other and exchanged a smile.
"Fight by my side again, Sif! Just like in the good old days!" Thor said placing two massive hands on Sarah's shoulders.
Sarah did not need much convincing "Of course I will!" a huge smile broke out across her face.
"I mean if you still want to play model you can come back to my place tonight and we can…" Tony began.
"I wouldn't…" Thor started to say but Sarah's right hook caught Tony square in the nose. Tony fell into one of the velvet chairs clutching his face. "...insult the virtue of a goddess of Asgard." Thor said with a laugh.
"I'll kill you if you broke my nose!" Tony yelled through his hands.
"I'd like to see you try!" Thor said as he threw an arm over Sarah's shoulders. "We have some catching up to do!"
"Indeed we do!" Sarah smiled back.