Post by dotdotdot on Dec 16, 2010 15:39:22 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Freya Thornestrom
.:Nick Name:. None she likes to think of.
.:Age:.18
.:Status:. Nomad, Druid| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Freya is of an average size, with a feminine and soft look about her. Her hair is a dark brown, almost black in color, and tends to curl. Her eyes are darker than her hair, bordering on pitch black, and yet anger is never found portrayed there. Then again, her lips can rarely form a smile as well. Her big dark eyes seem to always be wide with fear and her lips stay closed if she happens upon a stranger. Due to her way of life, Freya must sometimes go for days without happening upon a lake, and must often run to escape meeting a person. After months of this, she has become scruffy to say the least, her chaotic and fearful lifestyle reflected in her rag of a dress and sometimes filthy body.
.:Height:. 5 "5
.:Portrayed by:. Laura Donnely| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.
Freya is quiet, nervous, and afraid most of the time. She does her best to avoid people at all costs due to her curse. If she ever does come across a stranger, she moves on. She doesn't risk even the simplest of conversations with a friendly stranger, because she knows that they don't know what she is. And if they started asking questions, she moves on as quickly as possible. She has learned to run fast, even in human form.
More than once she has come across bounty hunters or bandits. She has so far managed to escape them; most of the time bandits will leave her alone, because it is obvious that she has absolutely nothing they could want, unless one of them found her pretty... In her time alone thus far, she has not gotten away completely unscathed, but as soon as midnight strikes, those that have caused her harm will then be more than willing to let her leave.
Before she was cursed, Freya was always a sweet and shy girl. Her magical ability was nothing too special, but she was known within her druid covenant for having very quick reflexes. She didn't have great power, but with what she could do, she could do before she even realized it. She was more known, however, for her unconditional love. She often watched over those younger than her and it seemed that nothing could put her in a bad mood.
She was also rather intelligent. She was quiet much of the time, lost in her thoughts. She didn't like sharing her ideas and musings, because she didn't really believe in them herself, and she never wanted to bother the older people of her kind. She never took herself very seriously. Every once in a while, however, someone would catch her off guard, and she would spill the philosophy that was currently flooding her mind without barriers, and then stop herself short with a blushed red face. These snippets of wisdom and her childlike ability to care for and love as quietly as possible made her somewhat of a favorite among the elder druids. Until, of course, she was cast out of society completely.
.:Strengths:. Kindness, very quick, intelligent.
.:Weaknesses:. Paranoia, low self esteem, inability to function in society...
.:Magic Abilities:. Very fast but very low level magic, and an untapped talent for healing.
.:Special Skills:. Transforms into the Bastet at the stroke of midnight for a varying amount of time.
.:Accents:. English. Her voice is very quiet and soft.| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Unknown
.:Family:. Absolutely none.
.:Occupation:. Nomad - just surviving.
.:Current Location of Residence:. None.
.:History:.
Freya cannot remember anything from before the Druids found her and began to care for her. She can only briefly recall her mother telling her stories at night as she fell asleep, and the smell of strawberries and fresh water all around her. When she was eight years old, she had been told, her small family was attacked and her parents were killed. Freya, being quick and speedy even at that young age, managed to run into the forest for a long while, before the bandit, who had been chasing her only as sport at this point, cornered her and almost killed her. He left her for dead with her skull cracked.
The first clear thing she can remember is waking up surrounded by three elder Druids. For the next nine years she stayed with them and began learning to harness the power that her parents had only taken as quick reflexes. She was told that another life may lay somewhere in the world, waiting for her with a grandparent or an older sibling, but that she was welcome to stay. She remembered nothing and she didn't want to leave the comfort of these people that had cared for her, but she agreed to let them search for remaining family. Alas, none were found, and she was welcomed among many other parent-less children in the band.
She was often told that the damage that had been done to her skull should have in fact left her dead within seconds, but in fact she had been able to hold on for hours until the Druids found and healed her. She never quite knew what to make of this, so she didn't wonder about it too often. Her life with the Druids was peaceful and happy. Freya was soon able to control her magic in short bursts that left her exhausted.
Soon after her seventeenth birthday, she was attacked again, but the encounter did not last very long. She had been collecting herbs away from her people when a man grabbed her by the hair from behind, the cold blade of a dagger at her throat, demanding something. Freya didn't even know what he wanted from her -- she had killed him within seconds. A branch thrust down from above and knocked him down, scraping her back as she just barely stepped out of his grip. The wood she had sent down on him had not only knocked him down, or knocked him out, but had stabbed through his chest... He was dead before she stopped screaming. Freya ran with her unnatural speed and brought some of the men back with her. They were going to give him a proper send off tonight, and they tried to reassure her that there was nothing she could do, that it was not her fault, that this was what was supposed to happen --
Before they could carry the deceased stranger away, however, a woman seemed to appear from behind a tree, out of no where. She sobbed over the man's body and somehow immediately knew that it was Freya that had killed him. She said an incantation -- something no one there new of, and couldn't repeat -- and then disappeared again with the man's body. She hadn't broken her eyes from Freya's through out the whole encounter. The rest of the day had been nothing but tears from Freya and a rapid discussion of what the woman could have said.
Later that night, Freya had a nightmare, and not one that someone might expect after this sort of encounter. She saw the woman, not the man, and she spoke very loudly, very clearly, and very angrily. She revealed herself as the man's mother... and that Freya Thornestrom, a monster and a killer, would be as such for the rest of her life as payment for what she had done. Freya would remember this nightmare forever. The last thing she was told in that crackly old woman's voice... "Start running now. The killing will never stop."
That night was a haze that Freya could hardly even bare to think about, much less try to remember any details. In the minutes after the woman left her dreams, Freya had become the Bastet with an unexplainable, unstoppable urge to kill. She was indeed a monster in the form of a panther as black as her eyes, with wings that enabled her to move quicker than she ever had before. That night was the only night which she stayed in her other form until Dawn. When she fell naked and unconscious at the peak of sunlight, the body count was high. A group of them had managed to hold her off with the use of magic, and she had been clawing at their barrier as she fell to the ground, human again, and they all gasped.
She was unconscious for hours. The five or six Druids that remained discussed and realized what had happened... knowing that now there was absolutely no hope for her. She was taken to a random place in the forest, and left with an apologetic letter, explaining what had happened.
For almost a year and a half now she has been wandering, running, flying, and trying to stay away from people she could kill. She has not gotten away unscathed, and neither have the people she comes in contact with. She tries not to think of her body count, but that is hardly the thought that occupies her mind. No, that thought would be the question of why she continues to let herself live in the first place.