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Seth "Nine-Lives" Laske

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a character in “The Gods' Game”, originally authored by Solo Wing Pixy, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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"If we do not grab life by the collar, life will grab us by the throat."


Basic Info


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Full name
Seth Laske
Nickname
Nine-Lives(to former marine buddies), Corporal(title)
Age
27
Pantheon:
Norse
Reincarnation of:
Tyr - God of War, Law, and Honor.




Interests



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Appearance
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 200lbs
Piercings: None
Tattoos: On his right shoulder is his old marines unit insignia, a downward pointed sword with flames rising up turning into wolves at the tips and a large wolf face at the base. Inscribed on the hilt of the sword is the number 312.
Scars: Several from his time in the military. The most prominent is on his left forearm, where a bullet grazed him, one on his upper abdomen, where shrapnel from a roadside IED had lodged in him.


Likes
    Music
    Alcohol
    Exercising
    Movies
    Sports
    Being thanked for his service.


Dislikes
    Video Games
    Assholes
    People who don't support the troops.
    School
    Ignorant people.


Hobbies
    Boxing
    Boston Police Basketball Team


Fears
    Not fitting in in with life outside of the military.
    Dying before making a difference in the world.



God Profile




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Reincarnation of:
Tyr, the Norse god of War, Law, and Honor. When the great wolf, Fenrir, had grown to have immense power, the gods feared for their safety, and thus tried to bind it. However, ordinary chains could not hold it, so they forged Gleipnir, a leash that appeared to be a single strand of silk. However, Gleipnir was fashioned out of six fantastic things, a woman's beard, a mountain's roots, a fish's breath, bird's spit, the sound of a cat's footsteps, and a bear's reflexes. Fenrir would not let the gods put the leash on him unless one of them put his hand in the wolf's mouth as a sign of good faith. Tyr, being courageous, volunteered. The story goes that when the gods had bound fenrir, the wolf was enraged and bit off Tyr's right hand. During ragnarok, Tyr was destined to kill and be killed by the guard dog of the underworld, Garm.

Peak Powers
At the height of his powers, Seth can anticipate the actions of opponents just enough to grant him an edge in combat. His martial and athletic skills are substantially increased, but he doesn't notice a huge difference since he was already in very good condition. He is surprisingly hard to kill in a fight, as things intended to kill him will often prove non-lethal. This won't work if he isn't aware that he is being attacked, and can only protect him so much. He has, in the past, attributed this to being just lucky enough to narrowly escape death. The easiest way to explain this is Murphy's law. When attacking him, what can go wrong, often will.

When he gets angry, others around him can't help but get angry as well. Lastly, he is able to call on an aspect of Tyrfang, his god-weapon. The aspect is obviously not as powerful as the real thing(as only a god could even lift it), although it is still a worthy weapon.


Character Thoughts
On the Ancient Deities: "Well, obviously I knew about Thor, and Odin and Loki... I mean who hasn't seen that movie with Chris Hemsworth? I knew the big Greek players too, Zeus, Hades, Poseidon. Egyptian was fuzzy. Pretty sure I'd heard of Anubis, the black hyena guy right? I know jack shit about the others though. Hell, I didn't even know where Mesoamerica was until an hour ago."
On your god/goddess:"Tyr, the god of war. Sounds pretty sick to me. I mean hell, the guy stuck his arm in the mouth of a giant wolf, then gets it bit off, and he kinda just walks it off like nothing. He's war incarnate, and he's fuckin' awesome. Just glad I didn't get stuck with, like, the god of weaving or something."
Killing: "How does your character feel about the prospect of killing?
"I've killed people before, and if it means getting out alive, I will do it again. In Iraq, you could tell they were out to get you. They looked mean, and obviously carried guns. Here though, I don't know. It could be some kid that I have to kill. I suppose better him than me, right?"





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Personality
Seth is a man with very simple desires. He wants a stable job, an acceptable living space, possibly a family at some point, and enough money to support it. He lives his life casually, and always has. In high school, he was a C student, and he never had interest in college. The only thing he ever really dedicated himself to was the military. He was drawn to it for reasons he attributed to his father's status as a veteran. He is a realist, and he never teased himself with fantasies of glory in war, although he would be a liar if he said he wasn't intrigued with the prospect of heroism.

Seth has a sort of easy confidence that can only come from coming close to death and walking away, however, he would be the first to tell you that you can't confuse confidence with ambition. He's perfectly content with his life, and though he's found that women typically like the handsome, confident war hero, he was no interest in sleeping around. He flirts, and he's good at it, but he can be rather picky when it comes to actual relationships. Other people would do well to not take any jokes or insults that Seth makes to heart. He's actually quite likeable, and can make friends with just about anything. He can't tolerate prejudice or ignorance, and will often go out of his way to make his point against people with those faults.



History
Born and raised in Boston, MA, Seth had every bit the average childhood. His mother, Nicole Laske, was a flight attendant, and his father, Bryan Laske, was a retired veteran and worked a desk job for the Boston Police Department. Seth skidded out of highschool and straight into the marines, where he spent the next 7 years. His mother was justifiably worried about him, while his father couldn't have been more proud.

While in the marines, Seth was stationed first in Afghanistan and later in Iraq. His unit saw a lot of action oversees and, as a result, he saw several of his friends get killed. He himself survived multiple close encounters with death, leading the rest of his unit to call him Seth "Nine-Lives" Laske. His most famous encounter is one even he wonders how he survived. A grenade had landed a few feet from him and exploded, yet when he stood up, the shrapnel had missed him entirely.

After a second tour in Iraq, he was discharged and went back to Boston. He had a hard time fitting into normal society, as most soldiers do, but was lucky enough to be able to land a job as a police officer for the Boston PD, thanks to his father. He very recently finished his training there.




THEME SONG
War is the Answer||Five Finger Death Punch

Motherfucker! War is the answer!

So begins...

Seth "Nine-Lives" Laske's Story

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Apocalyptic New York: A crumbling city, empty of the millions that once called this place home. The plant life is reclaiming the city, stray animals can be found scavenging for food. Around the edges of the city roam fierce creatures that were thought to only exist in legend and myth.
But now reincarnations of the ancient gods are appearing around the city. Their goal: To find and kill the other pantheons' gods. The last surviving team not only leaves with their life but with the power to once again rule the human world and save it from destruction.


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He had called her Ix Chel. Who the hell was Ix Chel and what was going on? Lenny had been out walking to the shops when the earthquake hit. Walls and tumbled down around her, people had disappeared and then this guy had appeared. He didn't look exactly human, in fact he was holding a scepter shaped like a snake and mirror, had feathers on his head and face paint that made Lenny think of a tribal warrior from the movies. Strangely enough, although he didn't give his name, Lenny felt that she somehow knew him. Huitzilopochtli?.

His explanation had been brief and not entirely satisfactory but Lenny had got the gist of it, she was in the future and being forced into a life or death battle against other... gods? The whole godly bit might have been a bit hard to swallow if she wasn't now standing near the docks of New York City. In the harbor she could see the statue of liberty, the flame in her hand hanging at an odd angle.

"Holy shit, what the hell is going on?" She said to herself, glancing around. "Excuse me! You can't just leave me here!" Lenny frowned as she received no answer, or at least not the answer she was looking for.
From away to her left came the sound of heavy footsteps. Lenny spun around, both hopeful and scared. Her hope quickly died as she saw the creature that stepped out of the shadows.

The body of a man and head of a bull. A minotaur. It gave a bellow and before Lenny could fully process the fact that the minotaur was real it charged. Lenny turned on her heel and ran. She had the harbor on one side so she went towards the city, dodging cracked pavement and thick weeds that grew everywhere. Lenny could hear the minotaur gaining on her and frantically glanced around for something, anything that could get her away from it. Her eyes alighted on a fire ladder, halfway pulled down and with a rubbish bin standing beneath it. Before she could second guess herself Lenny changed direction. She jumped, hoped onto the bin and then grabbed the fire ladder. It shuddered slightly as she added her weight to it but thankfully it didn't break. She quickly climbed up, leaving the frustrated minotaur below.

Only when Lenny reached the roof did she allow herself to slump down on the tattered tiles. A stinging sensation on her arm made Lenny glance down to see her long sleeved shirt had been cut on the sleeve. She couldn't remember when or how. The pinprick of pain brought it home to her that this wasn't a dream. Her eyes widened as the shallow graze on her arm, which had been welling with blood a second ago, began to heal itself. Did this have to do with this Ix Chel chick?

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Cooper found himself on the top of a ten story apartment building. He had been called Horus by the guy/god that had appeared too him. 'Horus, was he Egyptian?' Cooper thought, trying to distract himself from the dizzying heights. He hated heights and was already searching for a way to get down. Luckily for Cooper he wasn't on the edge of the city, otherwise he would have been in danger of being attack by a monster. He could certainly hear them though. There was a loud bellowing coming from the docks a short ways away that made Cooper think of a bull.

Eventually Cooper found a door to the inside of the building and after a moment of tugging and pushing he managed to get it open. Below him the floors of the apartment building were strewn with litter. He poked his head into a few of them. In one he found a packet of cigarettes, half full and better than nothing. Cooper pocketed them before continuing down the building. It didn't bother him too much that the building was deserted and clearly falling apart. It looked as if a tornado had raced through the rooms. None of their power worked and he found nothing to eat.

The guy that had explained the situation to Cooper had made it clear that this was some kind of battle and that Cooper was expected to fight and kill other gods. Cooper snorted as he thought of it, there was no way that he was risking his own life for anything. No, he was going to find somewhere nice to hole up and stay there until this whole thing blew over... provided that it did of course blow over. Whatever happened he was going to make sure he steered clear of anyone or anything that might hurt him. It wasn't that Cooper was a coward, he just valued his own life more than, say the rest of humanity.

The front entrance was, strangely, without rubble or any other feature that might have made it seem uninhabited. An unopened chocolate bar sat on behind the reception desk and Cooper snatched it up as he passed. With a shove of his shoulder he pushed open the door and quietly glanced out into the street, making sure that no one was out there waiting.

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As Lenny caught her breath she could make out other sounds erupting from around the city. If she had to, she would guess that others had been attacked by monsters. From a few blocks over she could just make out the shrieking of something . It didn't sound particularly human, somewhere between a human woman and a female. The sound sent chills down her back in just the same way that the Minotaur's shouting from below did.
"What did that guy say?" Lenny thought as she pushed herself to her feet, "There are others out there and some were in my team?"
Nothing made sense and as much as Lenny might have liked to imagine she was dreaming... well there was no way a dream would be this realistic. Not to mention the cut on her arm that had stung. Lenny glanced back down at her sleeve, the skin shown through the torn part was only marked by a thin layer of blood. The skin itself was completely healed.

Lenny pushed the cut out of her mind and wondered to the edge of the building, glancing down into the alley she had ascended from. Below the minotaur growled up at her, apparently it - he? - wasn't likely to quickly forget his prey but neither did it seem that the minotaur could climb or for that matter think of another way to reach her. That gave Lenny an advantage and quickly she strode to the other side of the roof. The flooring creaked in places, making her move more cautiously. Thankfully the building was pressed against another slightly taller building and Lenny was able to climb up onto this roof. From the higher view point she could see the things that had been making the screeching sounds.
Harpies? She thought, remembered some vague lesson on Greek mythology from years ago. Lenny figured that if a minotaur existed than why not Harpies.

Lenny glanced around and found a ladder leading back down the street, thankfully far from where the minotaur was still bellowing. She tested the ladder, found it satisfactory to carry her weight and then carefully climbed down. Once she reached the street Lenny paused. Just where was she going? It wasn't like she knew anyone in New York, it was deserted. Lenny glanced in the direction of the harpies, no doubt there were people there but the question was whether they were those who were supposedly on her side or the ones who would be trying to kill her...

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Cooper found the street deserted. Cars rusted in the centre of the road while greenery had began to grow up through the concrete.
"What the bloody hell happened?" He spoke aloud, finding his cautiousness lost in the face of this mystery. Something had happened so the millions of people who lived and worked here and suddenly left and disappeared.
Cooper began to pick his way through the rubble, his ears pricked for any hint of a noise. He could still hear a range of bellowing and shrieking coming from one side of the city and he was both curious and nervous about what had caused it. His nervousness, of course, won out and his direction was in the opposite direction.

Cooper had just turned a corner when a sound caught his attention, someone's footfalls were echoing down the street. Cooper ducked behind a brick wall, half the bricks tumbled onto the road and watched as the person in question rounded the corner. He was a tall blonde man. There was nothing extra-ordinary about the man that might have indicated to Cooper that he was one of the other gods that were meant to be trying to kill him. As he drew closer Cooper could make out a Celtic tree tattoo on his wrist.

Cooper remained quiet, any move he made might draw this man's attention and Cooper did not want that. Besides you could often tell more about a person when they didn't know they were being watched as opposed to when they did know.
A question formed in his head as he watched the man,
"How would he be able to tell the 'gods' that were supposed to be on his side against the ones that were apparently trying to kill him? .
Cooper had heard the man that had appeared to him earlier use the words gods. Cooper had even understood that the man was including Cooper in the title. Even so there was understanding and then there was accepting. Cooper was a far cry away from accepting that he was a god.