Post by sissy on Mar 27, 2011 18:26:58 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Freya
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Age:. Nineteen Years Old
.:Race:. Druid/Lady of the Lake
.:Status:. Nomad| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. There isn't much to the frail looking young druid woman, it looks as though one strong gust of wind could easily knock her off her feet. Even still, she has a certain gentleness to her that makes her very approachable, even if she doesn't wish to be approached. She has fair skin and a good complexion. Her lovely deep brown eyes hold so much behind them, a certain sadness that seemed to exude from her. She has long tangled dark hair that is often left to hang around her. Aside from the druid tattoo on her one arm, she has no real marks of distinction.
.:Height:. 5’5
.:Portrayed by:. Laura Donely| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. When you first come across Freya, there is a good chance that she will balk at your approach due to the things she has been through. She is a very quiet young woman who prefers to keep to herself for more reasons than she's likely to give. She has a great deal of trouble trusting others and often shies away from other people. While she fears other people, the person she fears most is herself or more to the point, the creature that she becomes at the stroke of midnight. She hates herself because she knows that in that form she has killed innocent people and because of that, she thinks she is a monster. All she yearns for is to be free from her curse and to live a normal life but after so long of being subject to the curse, the feeling of being free continues to slip from her grasp.
While she appears to be quite fragile, she is a lot stronger than she appears to be in both physical and an emotional way. She can be very independent which would explain how she survived after her parents had been killed. She is a loyal young woman to those that she does allow close enough to befriend and would gladly put them before herself. She really is a gentle soul with a kind heart that wouldn't hurt a fly unless she had no other choice.
.:Strengths:.
- She has a good heart
- Intelligent
- Quick-witted
- Fleet-footed
.:Weaknesses:.
- Physically weak
- Lack of confidence in herself
- Is afraid to trust others
- She fears herself and thinks she is a monster
.:Magic Abilities:. Being a druid, Freya has magical abilities though she is too afraid to use them. Cursed by the mother of a man she had killed in self-defense, Freya was cursed to become a dangerous creature known as a Bastet at the stroke of midnight. She is unable to control this transformation or the blood-thirsty nature of the beast. When she is killed, she becomes the Lady of the Lake though it is unknown what powers she may have acquired at this point.
.:Special Skills:. Very quick at running and has natural survival skills.
.:Accents:. British accent| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Unknown
.:Family:. Unknown
.:Occupation:. Lady of the Lake
.:Current Location of Residence:. The Lake of Avalon
.:History:.
Freya had been born near the Lake of Avalon and her life had been good. Her village had been a plentiful one and while Freya was an only child, she was happy because she was amongst people that she loved deeply. However, with all good things, it seemed that this life had to end. The village was raided and her parents had been killed along with almost everyone else from her village when she had been about ten years old. While she is not certain, she can only assume that she was the only survivor. She can remember very little of the attack that had taken everything from her but what she could remember was being found by a few druids that chose to take the girl into their fold for they did not turn away those that needed their help. With their guidance, Freya became a skilled druid that took to their teachings and lived with them in peace. She had found home again though her heart still yearned for her village near Avalon.
The years passed and it seemed that more tragedy would befall the tragic young druidess. She had been sixteen at the time when she had been attacked by a sorcerer. Using her magic, she killed her attacker but it was not out of malicious intent but rather self defense that she took the man's life. Of course she still felt awful about taking the life of another but she had had no other choice. Of course his mother would hear none of that, perhaps she did not care that her son had tried to harm Freya or maybe she didn't believe the druidess. But for whatever reason, the sorcerer's mother chose to curse Freya for what she had done. She cursed Freya to become a bastet every night at the stroke of midnight where she would have no control over her actions and she would be forced to kill. It was a horrible curse and nothing that Freya could do would remove it nor could the druids that she called family.
It broke the druids' hearts to send away their Freya but they did so for the safety of their magical community. She could not control it and thus they were all in danger. With that, Freya was alone yet again and now she was a monster at that. She dreaded each night that fell, unknowing of what she did or who she killed, unable to fight it no matter how she tried. With the passing time, she became increasingly withdrawn and only did what she could to survive without letting anyone to get close to her. She couldn't bare to kill someone that she had become friends with, not that she liked killing those she didn't know either. She was a monster on the prowl but she couldn't take her own life. She didn't want to die. She just wanted to be normal.
Trust was something that Freya knew she could afford no one and yet she had chosen to allow someone in a village not too far from Camelot to learn of her plight. He told her that he understood but how could he? Still, she had thought she had found a possible friend but she had been wrong. He had betrayed her to Halig, a bounty hunter that had been after her for some time. Being placed in those shackles, in that terrible cage was one of the worst things that could happen to her and yet... In a way she felt that she deserved it. Deserved it for all the killings that she had done. It mattered not that she hadn't meant to do it, the fact remained that she had. She spent a few days in the cage as she was taken to Camelot, most likely being led off to her death. The cold rain, the heat, none of it could beat the sharp pang of loneliness and anguish she felt as she entered the great city. She was lost and no one would help her. Why would they?
But than Merlin showed up. So much could be said about the young warlock who freed her from her cage. He had saved her and promised to look after her. Of course she didn't believe him at first. He would run as soon as he realized what a monster she was and yet he didn't. He stayed and brought her food and kept her safe from Halig and those that would harm her. He was her first real friend that she had in some time and she knew she could actually trust him to not hurt her but what if she hurt him? Of course she had that fear as the two spent more time with one another, especially when she realized that she was falling in love with him. He was willing to leave Camelot to be with her, to leave his destiny behind so that they could be together and while she wanted that so much, could she truly be so selfish?
No she couldn't. So she attempted to escape by herself but she was cornered by Halig and Prince Arthur along with the knights. At that moment she transformed and she finally killed Halig but in the process of her trying to escape, she was mortally wounded by that evil unicorn killing bastet murdering Prince Arthur! Her life was ebbing when Merlin found her and with her last request, Merlin returned her to her true home, her beloved lake of Avalon. It was there that she bid farewell to the young man she had come to love, thanking him for all that he had done for her, for making her feel loved. She promised to repay him for all he had done and with that, she took her last breath.
She would return to repay Merlin...someday...
