<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Thor Odinson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Thor<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>The city had been near motionless in the wake of the death that had followed Apocalypse's forces, most of the survivors scattered like cockroaches into the recesses of the devastated place that had once claimed the title 'City of Angels'.  It was truly a case of only the strong surviving in this wasteland... the strong and the cunning.  It had only been two days and the most important thing that the people had was nearly depleted... hope.  Their heroes had been slain in droves in a forty-eight hour nightmare that no one was able to wake from.  This was reality... gone were the days that a hero could swoop in and save the day, smile charmingly and fly off to right more wrongs.  Gone in the blink of an eye.  No, it had become something else entirely... survival.<br/><br/>So, as the clouds high above the three superhumans gathered by the remains of the museum began to swirl about, a clap of thunder heralded the arrival what many would consider rekindled hope as one of Earth's predominant protectors returned.  On the ground between Rogue and the two men, a vortex of swirling energy appeared out of nowhere.  At first, nothing was visible within, but then the shadow of a man began to be seen, as well as something spinning at great speeds above his head.  No sooner than such a sight registered, the figure was fully visible.  Long blonde hair from beneath a shining winged helmet whipped about his broad shoulders in the wind, light debris around him kicked up, almost dancing about the dramatic entrance of the god of thunder.  His crimson cape billowed behind him and as his hammer slowed down, he grasped the haft and brought it to his side as the energy vortex disappeared entirely.<br/><br/><strong>"I return!"</strong><br/><br/>The first thing he noticed, before he even registered exactly where on Midgard he presently stood was a feeling of wrongness... not just about the immediate area, but of the entire world.  Through his connection to his mother Gaia, the elder goddess of the Earth, he felt the pain that she felt with so much death and destruction.  Normally he could not feel such things this blatantly but Apocalypse's damage had been on a scale unheard of.  He shook his head and frowned, placing his free hand at his brow.<br/><br/><strong>"Something is wrong... very wrong."</strong><br/><br/>It was then that he looked up to see that not only was he not alone, but this was not New York... it was a human city, but devastated as though some great war had taken place.  He first saw the two men, neither of which he recognized.  The one man was massive, even taller than he himself was, and that was saying something.  He wasn't sure whether the men were superhuman or not, but the woman... he definitely recognized her.  She had nearly killed him some years back.  Rogue was her name and her touch drained the life and power from her victims.  She was a villain back then but he had heard she had apparently reformed and joined the mutant team the X-Men, though he hadn't had much contact with her or her teammates in some time.  He brought his hammer to bear as he stepped back where he could see all three of them easier, his voice resounding like thunder, though he did not shout.<br/><br/><strong>"This is not New York!  How could I have been led astray on my journey home?"</strong><br/><br/>He looked right at Rogue, though he did not lower his guard to the other two.<br/><br/><strong>"Rogue... I ask you now, what has happened here?  I have returned from Asgard only to find nothing but devastation and death!"</strong>