Freyja Kaliin (Up for Adoption)

[freyja]

Character Name:
Freyja Kaliin

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Character Age:
Twenty three

Height:
Five two

Weight:
One hundred twenty four


Character Appearance:
Freyja has dark skin, only made darker by the heat of Fiamont. The darkness of her skin makes her eyes seem very bright with their pale brown colouration. Her eyes are normal almond shapes, but her eyelashes are longer than a normal person's. Her nose is small, perhaps a bit too small compared to her face and her lips look like they have rouge paint on them, but it is just their natural colour.

Freyja's body is quite small, though she uses it to her advantage by using small effective attacks. She's completely flat-chested giving her a slightly more boyish look.

Her dark red hair has almost no contrast with her skin. It ruffled and messy, dry because of the heat. A tail of hair held in a ponytail is at the back of her head under her bush on top of her head. The tail goes all the way down to half-way past her thigh.

Freyja wears a few layers despite the warmth of where she's from, this all includes a light, tightly wrapped body piece to absorb sweat, followed by a long sleeve shirt that ends up being covered by a large brown cloak decorated with red embroidery. Around her neck she wears an overly large scarf that is actually just a blanket folded over a few times. Her bottoms are comprised of tight black netting underneath brown cotton and a brown cotton skirt-like dressing. Her shoes are plain dark-brown to fit with the rest of her clothing.

Freyja has a birthmark on the back of her left thigh in the shape of something that can be compared to the sun, but not compared in such a way that one would be likely to recognize it as such on an initial viewing.


Special Power/Ability:
She has not special powers.


Personality:
Freyja is definitely not a generally friendly person when it comes to meeting new people. She would insult a person she just met without good reason. She's a believer in freedom, but not so much that she does whatever she can to get in the way of the law. Around people she hates and in slightly frustrating situations she loses her temper quickly and becomes a force to reckon with.

Freyja is strong-willed and her opinion is not easily changed by anything big or small. The only thing that could manage to change her opinion of someone or something would be a cataclysmic event, or something else of that size, otherwise she does not change her opinions about things or people - which is why first impressions are undeniably important with her.

She is sensitive about a lot of issues, in the way that she is likely to rip your head off with the slightest prodding. The issue she is most likely to attack someone for is her flat chest which she despises with a fiery passion.


Sexual Orientation:
Straight

Likes:
She enjoys the sun and the heat it brings as well as debating because she manages to be quite good at it. She also loves birds and cats with their lithe forms and quick reactions.

Dislikes:
She hates any place that's cold, even if it's only slightly so. A single draft is enough to make her not like a place. She also hates slow, boring animals like slugs or tortoises.

History:
Freyja doesn't really care much for her history because it was so boring. She had a nice normal family in a nice normal town... and then she left to have a not so nice or normal life.

She normally tells people that where she was from, humans were raped, tortured and killed. Then she would tell them that they would only do this once per year, as a sacrifice to their gods. She would tell them how she was chosen one year, but how while she was raped she hurt the man's pride and managed to get away by cutting off her hand which was bound to a pole. She took the hand with her of course, later getting it fixed by a magician whom she had come across. He had taken her to his family's home where he had a daughter who had died, his wife had died as well. She used the clothes of the girl, but later found the old man wanted more than just a daughter. Without his wife he yearned for pleasure and raped her one night. She managed to get away again and changed her name so that she wouldn't be found by people who she didn't want to know where she was...

People always believe that one, for some reason. Otherwise her history is a simple, 'she was born to her mother and father', 'she grew up', 'she left home', 'her parents were sad'. She always wished that she had received a more interesting past...


Base Stats:
From the old site.
"Strength: 58
Dexterity: 1038
Wisdom: 10
Luck: 10
Level: 7
Gold: §64,626
EXP: 2,210
Health: 73
Fate Points: 1"


Roleplay Example:
She was stuck. The adrenaline was still rushing, but now she was pinned down and she couldn't move. She cursed and struggled. She didn't want this. It made her gag, it made her feel more than just a little green about the gills. How did she manage to get herself into this situation? She couldn't remember. Perhaps it was just random, and he had planned to kill her at first. And then he realized that wasn't a man, but in fact a woman and decided he'd rather get laid - like all men appeared to prefer.

While lost in thoughts, squirming with her remaining energy in an attempt to get away from him - he kissed her. It was then she realized that she had yet to ever kiss someone. This made her even angrier. He had just stolen her first kiss, her stomach gurgled angrily and she gagged while he did so. She couldn't move, he was holding her still and she felt the pressure and assumed that the next time she looked she would have dark bruises on her already dark skin.

Then he pulled away and made a pervy comment that had her scowl, no longer bothering to hold back her disgust and distaste. It was not only pervy but creepy, she was not in the mood for cannibals. Not today. Of course she knew its other meaning, but she really did prefer to think of it as cannibals - even though she didn't want to be eaten (in the literal form) she did not want to be raped even more.

Then she felt a pull on her arm as he raised her up by it. It hurt, but she had enough muscle to hold up her weight so that her arm didn't pop out of its socket as he dangled her above the ground. She felt cold all of a sudden and would soon find out why. Her dark skin flushed, although it would have been difficult to see. She tried to cover herself, she was embarrassed, and now angrier than ever.

He then asked her a question that came across as odd to her. He had not bothered asking her what she wanted, and as she was about to answer she felt a touch on her ass. It made her jump (which was painful due to the fact that she was supported only by her arm) and then it made her face contort angrily as she prepared her real, truthful answer. "What I want most right now? Is for you to get your mother fucking hands off of me you sick, disgusting pig," She was near growling, and yet managing to yell at the same time. She wished someone would come across them and save her (a woman, preferably, that way she would be less embarrassed) from this wretched beast who's named was as stupid as he was lecherous.

She struggled to swing herself enough to kick him, but the strength she was using to keep her arm from dislocating kept her from doing it, instead she stared him down. The swirling chocolate whorls of her eyes staring into his own, a look that was could not be mistaken for anything than what it was - and that was, of course, hatred. No, more so than that. Complete loathing and disgust was the look in the eyes. It was as if she was looking at the rancid, decaying body of the ugliest creature in existence (Kikuriku) with a bloated body from decomposing. Of course, that would probably make her happier than the current situation. In fact, that would give her a great feeling of elation. She would be like a kid on Christmas Day if that was the case.

She then wondered if she would be alive on Christmas. And then, of course, she wondered if she would be a virgin on Christmas. If she was half the woman she actually was she would have cried at the thought, instead the grimace on her face just grew larger as she stared down her rapist whom she still didn't know was named Kikuriku and not Rikukiku. Whom she didn't care for, whom she wished the worst of the worst on. A horrible, painful plague that would debilitate him. And then...

And then his crotch would explode. She smiled.


Country of Origin:
Fiamont

Country of Residence:
Fiamont

# of Characters:
One, Woodrow.

ACTUAL STATS AFTER BEING ABANDONED
Karma: 7
Strength: 258
Dexterity: 1538
Wisdom: 10
Luck: 110
Level: 6
EXP: 99
Health: 57
Gold: §62,145
Fate Points: 1

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