Basic Stats

Name: Freya Gudrun Eld

Gender: female

Race/Type/Job? werewolf (canis lupus albus to be precise, snow white), she's new in town, so no job

Affiliation: none yet, but hopes to become part of the pack

Age: 20
Relationship Status: single

Personality: Freya is rather solitary compared to many werewolves who gather in packs. She has been part of one for as long as she can remember, but was still a little on the sidelines, to her father’s dismay. For her it’s been enough to know that her father and the pack he led were behind her and she could fall back on them. Of course given how long she’s been living in the pack, it’s the environment she’s most comfortable with and had created strong ties with many members. She is loyal and caring once she trusts someone and would go to great lengths to protect her loved ones. Which is part of the reason she wants to join the pack, not only for herself but for her mother as well. Truth is though that Freya doesn’t know well how to live as a rogue.

She is even tempered most of the time, though around the full moon she can get a little moody, just as human women around their period. She can’t help it, but her emotions run a little wild around the time. Usually she’s not unpleasant even then, just sometimes itches for a fight, friendly or less so. But she isn’t deliberately cruel in any case. It’d have to be something really bad for her to resort to that. She simply does have her bolder moments that come and go, but generally one knows where he stands with Freya.

She’s been born a werewolf, one of the few females that are born with the ability to shift into a wolf form. Their family had seemed to have it in their genes as her sister was born the same way, their mother too and her mother before that. It’s in their blood it seems. That was part of the reason why her family was highly regarded as pack leading family for decades. That and the leadership of her father and grandfather before him that were marked as years of piece. So Freya is used to priviledge and adding that she is the youngest child to it might lead many to think her spoiled, but she is the very opposite. She doesn’t need much to be content and definitely isn’t an attention seeking spoiled brat. On the contrary she is rather humble.

She is respectful to those that have earned her respect, but doesn’t follow blindly, making her own mind on matters. And God knows she has a head full of her own opinions and while not refusing a different opinion from someone else, she is always sure to voice her own for the better or worse. She has confidence in her abilities, though at the moment she is a little lost. Yes, she is stubborn and sticks to her beliefs without a blink of an eye. For what many would consider a pup, she is rather mature and has a quiet demeanor. She observes and thinks about what she sees or hears. She’s a natural fighter, persistent in her efforts – she’s the only one from the lay that survived longer than few days.

On the down side she is very lonely, or at least she feels like she is, especially since it’s only her and her mother at the moment. That is perhaps a part of why she’s seeking to become a part of the pack of Aldenville, though she knows full well that mere presence of others of her kind won’t make the loneliness go away.

LIKES: running, jumping, walls, reading, cubs (just not her own yet), independence, rain and the smell of it, lemon sorbet, water (swimming, lakes, how baths), forests,

DISLIKES: spoiled people, silver, summers - she much prefers any other season, nosy people, undecisiveness, traitors, being lost,

QUIRKS: likes to jump against the walls or trees, she loves long soaks be it in bath or lake, she likes fighting in her human form because she feels more flexible, runs around the forests in rain or storms in her wolf form, never screams while having a nightmare

FEARS: losing her mother, cages, barbed wire, being blinded, not being able to take care of her mother

STRENGTHS: resourcefulness, persistance, loyalty

WEAKNESSES: inexperience, craving to have a pack to fall back on,


Physical Stats

Avatar: Elisabeth Harnois

Height: 5’3”

Build: athletic, very flexible, fragile looking due to her height and paleness

Hair: Freya has blond hair, which gets a little lighter when summer comes around and the sun picks out the colour. It hangs loosely below her shoulders, with a long fringe to the side. She mostly wears it down and when she puts it up it’s usually in a messy bun. Cuts it whenever she feels it’s gotten too long for her taste.

Eyes: Green in colour as is typical for the females of her kin.

Other:
piercing - just her ears
tattoos - small three runes on the back of her neck
birthmark - none
scars - faintly visible scar on her neck from a barbed wire, humans never notice it really, thin scar from a larger knife on her foot, close to her toes

General Appearance: Fragile, almost ethereal at times, with her pale completion and blond hair. That is the first idea one gets; that she needs protecting. And maybe she does at times, but this wolf is able to protect herself very well – her father had insisted she be able to without any of her pack around. Just in case. She is young and can appear childlike to someone much older than herself, but for being a cub of twenty, she is rather mature. Of course she has experience nowhere close to the elders of her kind, but she has all the disposition to acquire it if she can manage to survive as long.

She dresses simply, mostly casually. One can rarely see her with make up or any accessories as she almost always forgets to put those on even if she had planned to. She’s the t-shirts and jeans type really, but has a thing for winter accessories, like gloves or scarves. Despite her high body temperature, her hands are almost always cold as well as sometimes her feet too. She is a little thing, so it’s easy for her to move around. Without her often noticing, her looks do attract attention from people passing her. She walks gracefully which only adds to the fragile look. Dresses or heels are not her favourites and she wears then rarely.

Innocent is also a word that many would describe with and while in some aspects she may be, she is not naïve. Hopeful yes, to the point of forced optimistic outlook on things, but isn’t naïve by any means. She is confused about few things, mainly because of the sheltered life she’s had until few months ago. She is friendly, but guarded about her private life until she gets to know the person, so she may seem quiet and reserved.

Equipment & Skills: typical werewolf skills


Biography

History: Freya was born 20 years ago to Viggo and his wife Ylva. She was the youngest of all siblings, the only one to survive from her lay, the other 3 cubs dying few nights after birth. She was an unexpected baby, a baby of old age if you will for her father had been close to seventy by the time she had been born and took the family by surprise. But who wouldn’t love an adorable baby? She was brought up in the spirit of a close-knit family and she had grown to love them all very much. She had never had any fights with her siblings, which was surprising, given that she would normally be expected to be the spoiled one, liking attention. But Freya had turned out as a very opposite of that.

Her father was a pack leader, an alpha and her eldest brother was the beta. The family was well liked amongst the other members of the pack and everyone was friendly with them. It was as if the family had lived with a lot of extended family members and conflicts were rare, despite the hotheadedness and stubbornness of some of the werewolves. And so Freya had a sheltered life, protected from anything that might mean harm. The pack lived in the forest in the North of Sweden, close to where Norway, Finland and Sweden share a boundary, thus there were many werewolves from all three countries, joined by the common background. In particular, Freya’s family traced their roots back to Viking lords as she had learned during her studies, because though she hadn’t attended any human school, her father wouldn’t let her be idle.

He taught her about her history, their kin, how to fight. Their line had a long history of female shifters, something quite unusual among werewolves, who were mostly males. He wasn’t what humans would consider old, given that he was a werewolf and thus was still in full force. He taught her well as she would’ve later put to practice. For eighteen years, things were good. They lived calmly in the vast forest, not completely secluded from outside world, but not seeking contact with humans too often. Her life had been carefree and easy up to that point.

But things never last forever and just before her eighteen birthday, things took drastic turn for worse. A pack from Finland had decided to invade their territory unexpectedly. There had never been a sign of that happening as Viggo’s pack wasn’t one to go seek out conflicts with other packs. The whole of a pack broke out into a fight, Freya’s family and Freya herself including. They were overwhelmed in numbers which came as yet another surprise as their pack was rather large in numbers. She saw her family slaughtered that day, save for her mother. But she hasn’t gotten out unscattered, being blinded by hot silver. Freya used the momentary confusion and got to her mother, getting her out of the forests. It was their only luck that unlike their assailants, Freya had a perfect knowledge of the forest. After all she had grown up in it.

Unfortunately it had been her family in particular that the pack had been interested in. So it wasn’t as easy as getting away from the fight as they were set on bringing the fight to them. She was young, confused and inexperienced more than she had even thought. So she left the country as that was the only thing she could think of. Iceland. It was far enough in her opinion, yet similar to where she came from. She hoped that it’d make things easier. She settled in one village with her mother, in the North-western part of the island. She took care of her, nursed her to health, though she’d remain blind. Thankfully, her werewolf nature meant that her hearing and sense of smell made up sufficiently for the eyes, yet it wasn’t the same. Freya had no idea what to do and guided by her mother, learned to live with humans, while still craving werewolf company.

She had been as content as one can be given the circumstances. She consoled herself with the thought of having at least her mother by her side if not the rest of the family. She didn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t have her by her side. It was few months later that a lone werewolf showed in the village; sent after Freya. Her only luck had been his cockiness when he found her mother at home alone. He was so self assured that he hadn’t counted on the possibility of Freya showing up and didn’t bother being guarded. She had killed him, but it had taken a lot from her and she knew that they couldn’t stay here. Europe suddenly seemed small and Freya knew she needed to find another place.

So United States it was. She just hoped it’d be far enough. She remembered vaguely setting their house on fire, leaving some of her and her mother’s blood behind, hoping, praying that it’d be enough. And that’s where the story leaves off, with Freya coming to Aldenville few days ago. She had heard of the local pack and for the sake of her mother and her own craving for the company of werewolves hopes to gain acceptance into the clan.


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Player Stats

Name: Petra, or Pet now that we’re more acquainted
Gender: female – no changes there
Age: 21, still
Contact Info: pm or msn

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