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Post by freyanyneve on Feb 15, 2011 11:15:00 GMT -5
Freya looked at the other's face, frightened for a moment of what she could tell him, and what her words could cause. After a moment of thought, however, her body relaxed, if he was here, on the run, then surely he was in a situation like hers...
"Why? Because...I have magic." Freya stated simply, now slightly less worried of her predicament. "My friends and I are...were, Druids. And the king doesn't like magic and its users, does he?" Freya twisted her lips ruefully, the king of Camelot wasn't really her king, just someone who ruled the lands she traveled on.
She rubbed a patch of dirt off her leg with an absent-minded look in her eyes, until she remembered that she wasn't alone. "So what is your story? I'm sure it's far more interesting than mine, I hope less unhappy?" She looked at him expectingly, really wanting a story that wasn't as mournful or depressing as hers was.
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Post by freyanyneve on Feb 11, 2011 19:37:05 GMT -5
Freya was a little taken aback by his question, she had hoped to avoid any personal ones. She twined her fingers about each other and twisted them in each other, nervous about her situation. "W-why?" She hesitated before going on, "Soldiers, knights- attacked our camp, and they were chasing me. I can't even remember how I got here."
Freya looked down at her bare feet, only just keeping her tears from running down her face. She wasn't usually an emotional person, but she had looked back as she was leaving the clearing. Shuddering, she sank back down onto her root, the thoughts would haunt her forever, she was sure. "I don't know if anyone else got away." She whispered softly. "I didn't think I would get away."
Freya looked back up to the boy, "Sorry, I'm Freya. You are?" Attempting a short and friendly conversation was sounding good to her. Now that she didn't have anyone to talk to, but she had to get away soon...
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Post by freyanyneve on Feb 11, 2011 14:21:42 GMT -5
Freya sat up and grimaced at her scratched, dirty hands, which she quickly dragged down the front of her ragged brown dress to clean them. Standing cautiously, still watching him, she shook all of the leaves and dry dirt of her dress. Freya listened to him apologize and repeat things, and talk in a roundabout way. Now she was confused, he was doing most of the confusing himself, but the whole day was not much better. How had the knights found her camp, and why hadn't they followed her?
Once he had finished, she licked her lips in preparation of speaking, "I'm...fine." Was she fine? She did not think so, but a little lie would not hurt, especially if it got her away quicker. "It is alright, I was not watching where I was going earlier either." She had just spoken to a complete stranger, and had talked about herself! She must have hit her head somewhere on her journey, though she could not remember, not that she would if she had.
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Post by freyanyneve on Feb 10, 2011 18:58:02 GMT -5
Freya woke up with a start, something knocking into her as she slept. After a moment of blind panic, she found the source of her rude awakening. A young boy with an extremely dirty face, although he looked around her age she still thought he was a boy, was lying on his belly in front of her, looking up at her with the same bewildered expression she was sure she had. She gulped, and slowly shuffling, backed away.
This day...it had been so long and tiring, that she could barely think about any of the important things, like the fact that he too, seemed out of breath and harried. Instead, she saw another person to run from, another reason to fly over the ground, as if the devil himself was after her. Though to her, it was nearly the same thing. As she was moving across the root of her tree, she tumbled over a protrusion, and fell back wards.
"Ungh," She grunted as her body hit the ground, "Oh -" Freya bit off a nasty word as it was part way up her throat, surprised and embarrassed all in the same second.
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Post by freyanyneve on Feb 6, 2011 21:37:15 GMT -5
Freya was breathing raggedly through her teeth, the pounding of her heart nearly drowning out her footsteps on the soft forest floor. Though the knight that had been riding after her had had to give up his chase long ago because of the closing in of underbrush and jagged stones protruding from the ground, Freya was still running from the destroyed campsite of her druid friends. The knights had surprised them in the early morning hours and had tried to take as many prisoners as they could, ripping their tents and smashing their food as they went.
A chirping of a night-bird reminded Freya that she had long since needed to rest her bloody feet. The first large root she came to she collapsed upon, leaning her head back against the tree and propping her feet up. She felt sleep creep up on her as soon as she sat, and her head lolled to the side. The cares of her day and the fears of being caught slipped away from her and she fell into sleep.
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Post by freyanyneve on Feb 3, 2011 16:42:57 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Freya Nímaeyr
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Age:. 18
.:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Freya is small amd slight, though she is fairly strong for her height. Since being kept in captivity, she has become sickly pale and weak. The dark and dank places also left her clothes in rags and herself covered in grime, causing the white color of her skin to stand out even more. Freya used to have beautifully rich, brown locks that hung down past her shoulders, but they are now lank and matted with dirt. Deep, seal-brown eyes look bigger in her thin face; almond-shaped, they now give none of the sparkle they used to. The clothes she wears hang off of her shoulders and can barely clad her thin figure.
.:Height:. Five foot three
.:Portrayed by:. Laura Donnelly
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Freya used to be a charming child; always a smile to those who needed one, was always on her face. She used to be full of joy and carefree, enjoying the pleasures of the lakes and waters her nomadic band came across. Magic gave her gifts, and caused her undoing with a terrible curse. After being captured, Freya convinced herself that her magic was evil, and did her best to be rid of it, leaving her broken and unstable, as the other part of herself can not live without the magic.
.:Strengths:.
Magic,
Kindness,
Healing
.:Weaknesses:.
Changing into a winged panther a night, and unable to stop herself from killing people,
Wants a steady home, instead of traveling all the time,
Wants to be loved again,
Hates her magic-self,
.:Magic Abilities:.
Druid,
Knows how to enchant of objects,
Knows Love Spells,
.:Special Skills:. Transforms into a winged panther at night, due to a curse
.:Accents:. English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Near mountains and a lake
.:Family:. All dead
.:Occupation:. Nomad/ Druid
.:Current Location of Residence:. Nowhere
.:History:. Freya, was a Druid girl who lived in a village near white capped mountains and a large lake, living there with her mother and father until Knights from Camelot came and ravaged her home and killed her family, she ran afterwards, joining a band of Druids wending their way through Albion. After killing the son of a sorceress out of self-defense years later, Freya was cursed to become a magical monster, also called a Baset, that resembled a large panther with bat-like wings on the stroke of midnight, with an insatiable desire to kill that she would be unable to control. Though she almost managed to control it with the band’s magic keeping her from hurting others, the same Knights that had destroyed her home came after the Druids and imprisoned them. She was given to Halig the bounty hunter as a gift, and he brought her to Camelot, only to have her set free by Merlin.
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