Post by Freya on Jul 20, 2009 18:52:14 GMT -5
Name: Freya
Nickname: ---
Gender: Female
Age: Forever Two (is explained in history)
Species: Arctic
Element: Light
Rank/Pack: Rouge
Quick Description: A breathtakingly beautiful she-wolf with pale, rose hued fur and violet eyes.
Appearance: Freya is, without question, one of the most gorgeous creatures in Fallamora. Her build is sleek, but small, and is the epitome of grace. Her visage is elegantly shaped with a short muzzle and ebony lines framing her almond shaped, violet eyes. Her pelt itself is soft and dense, neither too full nor thin, and though it appears alabaster at first glance it is in reality the palest shade of pink. Her voice is a surprisingly low alto, but melodic nevertheless. Occasionally after she uses her powers, an aura of gold will linger about her frame for several hours.
Personality: For all her stunning appearance, Freya has terrible self-esteem. She loves the company of others, yet purposefully denies herself this pleasure as she believes that she is worthy of their time. She is anxious and timid, and very easily intimidated or bullied by others. She is attracted to wolves who are stronger than she is, and will readily submit herself to their leadership, even if they treat her poorly. Yet, this was not the way Freya always acted.
History: Freya was born in the far north, to a pack of ungifted arctic wolves. As a pup, she was bossy and imperious, always defying the wishes of her parents and leaders and bossing the other wolves around. The only wolf Freya respected was her twin sister, Frida. Frida was a sweet and kind-hearted wolf, the exact opposite of her jealous and petty sister. Indeed the two even looked different, Frida was as fair as her soul was pure, while Freya looked just like all the other wolves. Freya despised her sister's beauty most of all, and openly wondered why she deserved such good fortune while she, most glorious of them all, was as average as the next wolf. But despite the fact that Freya often treated Frida poorly for her beauty and other matters, Frida loved Freya and would put up with all her moods and petty comments without question as they grew up.
One night, when the she-wolves were two, Freya woke up in the middle of the night and felt compelled to go outside for an inexplicable reason. As she stepped outside the den, the most beautiful tsarina she had ever seen stood on the snow, shimmering with gold under the moonlight. The mysterious wolf gave her a smile, and trotted away. Freya, unable to contain her excitement, followed the wolf until she turned and spoke to her.
“You think me beautiful, do you not?”
Freya could do nothing but nod, so enthralled was she. The tsarina began to pace around her, each paw print shining with light before fading away. “You also think your sister is beautiful. Does she surpass me?"
In Freya's mind, there was no doubt that this unearthly being out-shined her sister, an opinion which seemed to please her strange visitor. "I can give you my beauty, and my power, for a price Then you would finally be fairer than your sister. ”
Freya agreed without question, and the mysterious figure touched her with her muzzle. Immediately, Freya felt as she were a star, warming the area from inside out. In a haze of gold, she watched in awe, as her body changed into an exact replica of the mysterious vagabond’s. When the light faded, she glanced at her new-found saint, and saw with horror that the beautiful wolf had been replaced by an ugly repulsive creature of bone and fire.
“I have gifted you,” it intoned in a terrible voice. “Now you must pay me!”
Just as the creature when to attack her, Frida suddenly leapt in the way, for she had followed her sister secretly and watched the entire scene from the shadows. Freya watched in horror at the wolf-demon slew Frida with a single blow, and began to drink her blood.
“Cursed are you,” it said to her as it drank. “That your sister would sacrifice herself in your place, yet you would not have done the same for her. For the sake of beauty, you have lost the only wolf who loved you despite everything. You will wander this earth, lonely and ageless, until you shall pay this debt, o fairest of all.”
Freya fled her homeland after that, and never returned. She wandered the world a cursed loner, never aging, for countless years until eventually she found her way into Fallamora, where she could live comfortably in the shadows once again.
Sample Post: Already done it.
Other Characters: Kerrigon, Geneva, Hydrus, and Lester.
Where did you find us: I’ve been here.
Anything Else: A song that suits her.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=npHHfaCsbrs
Codeword: Already done
Nickname: ---
Gender: Female
Age: Forever Two (is explained in history)
Species: Arctic
Element: Light
Rank/Pack: Rouge
Quick Description: A breathtakingly beautiful she-wolf with pale, rose hued fur and violet eyes.
Appearance: Freya is, without question, one of the most gorgeous creatures in Fallamora. Her build is sleek, but small, and is the epitome of grace. Her visage is elegantly shaped with a short muzzle and ebony lines framing her almond shaped, violet eyes. Her pelt itself is soft and dense, neither too full nor thin, and though it appears alabaster at first glance it is in reality the palest shade of pink. Her voice is a surprisingly low alto, but melodic nevertheless. Occasionally after she uses her powers, an aura of gold will linger about her frame for several hours.
Personality: For all her stunning appearance, Freya has terrible self-esteem. She loves the company of others, yet purposefully denies herself this pleasure as she believes that she is worthy of their time. She is anxious and timid, and very easily intimidated or bullied by others. She is attracted to wolves who are stronger than she is, and will readily submit herself to their leadership, even if they treat her poorly. Yet, this was not the way Freya always acted.
History: Freya was born in the far north, to a pack of ungifted arctic wolves. As a pup, she was bossy and imperious, always defying the wishes of her parents and leaders and bossing the other wolves around. The only wolf Freya respected was her twin sister, Frida. Frida was a sweet and kind-hearted wolf, the exact opposite of her jealous and petty sister. Indeed the two even looked different, Frida was as fair as her soul was pure, while Freya looked just like all the other wolves. Freya despised her sister's beauty most of all, and openly wondered why she deserved such good fortune while she, most glorious of them all, was as average as the next wolf. But despite the fact that Freya often treated Frida poorly for her beauty and other matters, Frida loved Freya and would put up with all her moods and petty comments without question as they grew up.
One night, when the she-wolves were two, Freya woke up in the middle of the night and felt compelled to go outside for an inexplicable reason. As she stepped outside the den, the most beautiful tsarina she had ever seen stood on the snow, shimmering with gold under the moonlight. The mysterious wolf gave her a smile, and trotted away. Freya, unable to contain her excitement, followed the wolf until she turned and spoke to her.
“You think me beautiful, do you not?”
Freya could do nothing but nod, so enthralled was she. The tsarina began to pace around her, each paw print shining with light before fading away. “You also think your sister is beautiful. Does she surpass me?"
In Freya's mind, there was no doubt that this unearthly being out-shined her sister, an opinion which seemed to please her strange visitor. "I can give you my beauty, and my power, for a price Then you would finally be fairer than your sister. ”
Freya agreed without question, and the mysterious figure touched her with her muzzle. Immediately, Freya felt as she were a star, warming the area from inside out. In a haze of gold, she watched in awe, as her body changed into an exact replica of the mysterious vagabond’s. When the light faded, she glanced at her new-found saint, and saw with horror that the beautiful wolf had been replaced by an ugly repulsive creature of bone and fire.
“I have gifted you,” it intoned in a terrible voice. “Now you must pay me!”
Just as the creature when to attack her, Frida suddenly leapt in the way, for she had followed her sister secretly and watched the entire scene from the shadows. Freya watched in horror at the wolf-demon slew Frida with a single blow, and began to drink her blood.
“Cursed are you,” it said to her as it drank. “That your sister would sacrifice herself in your place, yet you would not have done the same for her. For the sake of beauty, you have lost the only wolf who loved you despite everything. You will wander this earth, lonely and ageless, until you shall pay this debt, o fairest of all.”
Freya fled her homeland after that, and never returned. She wandered the world a cursed loner, never aging, for countless years until eventually she found her way into Fallamora, where she could live comfortably in the shadows once again.
Sample Post: Already done it.
Other Characters: Kerrigon, Geneva, Hydrus, and Lester.
Where did you find us: I’ve been here.
Anything Else: A song that suits her.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=npHHfaCsbrs
Codeword: Already done