Troy Mikkelsen
Alias: The Prince from the Ice
Overall Record: 0 - 5
LAW Record: 0 - 1
Role: Face
General Appearance
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Alias: The Prince from the Ice
Overall Record: 0 - 5
LAW Record: 0 - 1
Role: Face
General Appearance
This image is currently AI generated, an actual commission is currently in progress and will replace this image when finished.
Biological Information:
Age: 24
Birthday: June 18th
Height: 5'9 (176 cm)
Weight: 175 lbs (79 kg)
Ethnicity: Thai-Korean
Combat Grade:
Offense: D
Defense: D
Speed: D
IQ: C
Experience: E
Potential: E
Wrestling Info:
Style: Bruiser
Troy is a wrestler who relies on bruising through opponent attacks. His background in hockey means that he has the balance and toughness to compete. This makes him uniquely well-equipped to be a durable high flyer. He is great at dishing out and taking hits, especially with his shoulders. However, he struggles with submissions due to unfamiliarity.
Signature Moves:
- Triple Axel: Spinning Kick
- Into the Penalty Box: Superman Punch
- Twig Snapper: Backbreaker
- Put 'Em On Ice: Spear
Theme Song:
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Personal Information:
Hometown: Dallas, Texas
Personality Type (MBTI): ENTP
Likes: Nix, Ice Skating, Horses, Dungeons and Dragons
Dislikes: Horror Movies, Sparkling Water
Personality:
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Troy is a young wrestler who exudes confidence. He carries himself with easy charm, quick humor, and the kind of presence that draws people in without effort. Athletic and agile, he favors speed and momentum, trusting his instincts and energy to carry him forward. His time on the ice sharpened his balance, timing, and resilience, and gave him the poise to perform when the lights shine brightest.
Beneath the bravado, Troy is deeply loyal and sincere. He cares fiercely about the people closest to him and carries a quiet sense of responsibility that shapes his choices. Though competitive and proud, he isn’t driven by ego or a need to dominate; his motivation comes from wanting to prove himself worthy, not superior. He’s willing to endure setbacks, to protect what matters most, and to rise again when things don’t go his way. He pushes himself not for personal glory, but so he can stand shoulder to shoulder with Nix as an equal partner.
Beneath the bravado, Troy is deeply loyal and sincere. He cares fiercely about the people closest to him and carries a quiet sense of responsibility that shapes his choices. Though competitive and proud, he isn’t driven by ego or a need to dominate; his motivation comes from wanting to prove himself worthy, not superior. He’s willing to endure setbacks, to protect what matters most, and to rise again when things don’t go his way. He pushes himself not for personal glory, but so he can stand shoulder to shoulder with Nix as an equal partner.
Lore:
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Troy was the adopted son of the Mikkelsens—a former hockey champion and a former figure skating queen who lived in Dallas, Texas. The ice wasn’t just something they loved; it was the backbone of their identity.
Hockey was never forced on him. It didn’t have to be. It was stitched into the fabric of his childhood. His father taught him how to tape a stick before he could properly lace his skates. His mother refined his stride, smoothing the roughness from his edges with the same meticulous care she once devoted to her own routines. By the time Troy was old enough to understand the concept of choice, he was already playing.
For a long time, it felt natural—more than that, it felt right. With his good looks and easy charisma, the spotlight seemed to find him without effort. Praise followed. Expectations did too.
But as he grew older, the inheritance began to feel heavier.
Coaches recognized his last name. Opposing parents whispered it in the stands. Compliments often circled back to comparison. Even praise felt borrowed. He couldn’t tell where he ended and his father began. Privately, a question followed him onto the ice: Would I still be here if hockey weren’t already waiting for me?
He didn’t hate the sport, quite the opposite actually. He loved many things about hockey. What unsettled him was the sense that his path had been laid out for him before he could even say a word.
Though he questioned it, he never stopped playing, and took hockey into college. That was where he met Nix.
She began appearing at his games, quiet but attentive, lingering at the edges of the crowd rather than pressing toward the glass like everyone else. He noticed her the first time she came.
She was gorgeous.
As Troy would later tell it, “I nearly skated straight into the boards when I saw her.” One glance toward the stands and his focus shattered. The rhythm of the game slipped for half a second, just long enough to rattle him.
He told himself it was nothing. Just another face in the crowd.
He tried to ignore her after that—skating past her section without looking, refusing to scan the stands between whistles, pretending he hadn’t already memorized where she was sitting. That resolve lasted all of five minutes.
He tried asking her out more than once. She declined each time. Each rejection was polite, firm, unmoved by charm or reputation. For someone used to doors opening easily, it was unfamiliar territory.
And strangely, it steadied him. With her, there was no inherited narrative. No expectations. He was just Troy.
His intrigue for her only increased when he learned she was a wrestler, especially when he found out her motivations. Wrestling wasn’t something she’d drifted into. It was something she clearly chose, something she pursued with intent.
Their relationship truly shifted the night he found her after a difficult loss. Instead of offering comfort clichés, he admitted something he rarely said out loud: that sometimes he didn’t know whether he was playing hockey because he loved it, or because it was what made sense for a Mikkelsen. He told her how strange it felt to grow up inside a legacy. How success sometimes felt like confirmation of someone else’s story rather than the beginning of his own.
Nix listened. And in that conversation, the contrast between them became clear.
She wrestled with certainty, a woman driven by personal desire. Troy skated with doubt threaded beneath his discipline. She had chosen her path and chased it. He had inherited his and was still deciding whether to keep it.
They talked for hours about pressure, expectation, and the difference between honoring something and being defined by it. For the first time, Troy felt understood. Being around her didn’t make him resent hockey—he could never—but it made him question it. And when he eventually stepped into wrestling training—not to replace hockey, but to understand her world—it finally clicked. It was the first athletic pursuit in his life that didn’t come prepackaged with history.
Hockey had shaped him.
Wrestling, for the first time, felt like something he was choosing.
And that difference mattered more to him than any stat line ever had.
Hockey was never forced on him. It didn’t have to be. It was stitched into the fabric of his childhood. His father taught him how to tape a stick before he could properly lace his skates. His mother refined his stride, smoothing the roughness from his edges with the same meticulous care she once devoted to her own routines. By the time Troy was old enough to understand the concept of choice, he was already playing.
For a long time, it felt natural—more than that, it felt right. With his good looks and easy charisma, the spotlight seemed to find him without effort. Praise followed. Expectations did too.
But as he grew older, the inheritance began to feel heavier.
Coaches recognized his last name. Opposing parents whispered it in the stands. Compliments often circled back to comparison. Even praise felt borrowed. He couldn’t tell where he ended and his father began. Privately, a question followed him onto the ice: Would I still be here if hockey weren’t already waiting for me?
He didn’t hate the sport, quite the opposite actually. He loved many things about hockey. What unsettled him was the sense that his path had been laid out for him before he could even say a word.
Though he questioned it, he never stopped playing, and took hockey into college. That was where he met Nix.
She began appearing at his games, quiet but attentive, lingering at the edges of the crowd rather than pressing toward the glass like everyone else. He noticed her the first time she came.
She was gorgeous.
As Troy would later tell it, “I nearly skated straight into the boards when I saw her.” One glance toward the stands and his focus shattered. The rhythm of the game slipped for half a second, just long enough to rattle him.
He told himself it was nothing. Just another face in the crowd.
He tried to ignore her after that—skating past her section without looking, refusing to scan the stands between whistles, pretending he hadn’t already memorized where she was sitting. That resolve lasted all of five minutes.
He tried asking her out more than once. She declined each time. Each rejection was polite, firm, unmoved by charm or reputation. For someone used to doors opening easily, it was unfamiliar territory.
And strangely, it steadied him. With her, there was no inherited narrative. No expectations. He was just Troy.
His intrigue for her only increased when he learned she was a wrestler, especially when he found out her motivations. Wrestling wasn’t something she’d drifted into. It was something she clearly chose, something she pursued with intent.
Their relationship truly shifted the night he found her after a difficult loss. Instead of offering comfort clichés, he admitted something he rarely said out loud: that sometimes he didn’t know whether he was playing hockey because he loved it, or because it was what made sense for a Mikkelsen. He told her how strange it felt to grow up inside a legacy. How success sometimes felt like confirmation of someone else’s story rather than the beginning of his own.
Nix listened. And in that conversation, the contrast between them became clear.
She wrestled with certainty, a woman driven by personal desire. Troy skated with doubt threaded beneath his discipline. She had chosen her path and chased it. He had inherited his and was still deciding whether to keep it.
They talked for hours about pressure, expectation, and the difference between honoring something and being defined by it. For the first time, Troy felt understood. Being around her didn’t make him resent hockey—he could never—but it made him question it. And when he eventually stepped into wrestling training—not to replace hockey, but to understand her world—it finally clicked. It was the first athletic pursuit in his life that didn’t come prepackaged with history.
Hockey had shaped him.
Wrestling, for the first time, felt like something he was choosing.
And that difference mattered more to him than any stat line ever had.
- Markus Mikkelsen (Adopted Father)
- Ingrid Mikkelsen (Adopted Mother)
- Nixanne Severin (Girlfriend)
Fun Facts:
- Troy is enjoys teasing Nix, but sometimes he gets scared she might put him in a chokehold
- Troy is great with animals, especially horses for some reason.
- Though he was raised in the South, his parents were both originally from the Norway, and lived in Illinois before going to Texas.
- Troy has been offered modeling gigs in the past, but has rejected every one of them.
- Troy is awful at shooter games. Nix tries to get him to play Valorant with her from time to time.
- Troy's first ever Dungeons and Dragons character was a human male fighter.
- Troy does not understand Nix's literary references. He tried to read some of her books, but couldn't read more than a couple pages before falling asleep.
Match History:
L.A.W. Matches
Destruction Derby: Troy Mikkelsen vs Alex Iwasaki-Jacobson
Couples Collision: Nix and Troy vs The Green Machine
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Result: Loss Via Knockout
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Result: Ongoing
Non-L.A.W. Matches
The Elegant Defeat of the Rookies: Nixanne and Troy vs The Butler and The Maid
A Picture Perfect Defeat: Nixanne and Troy vs Barbie and Ken
Arrows of Love and Pain: Nix and Troy vs The Cupids
Frankenstein's Fun: Nix and Troy vs Nocturne
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Result: Loss
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Result: Loss
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Result: Loss
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Result: Loss
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