Freya Brünhild (Synkkis' 4th Alt)
Jun 14, 2014 4:46:59 GMT -6
Post by Freya Brünhild on Jun 14, 2014 4:46:59 GMT -6
Name: Freya Brünhild
Class: Troubadour
Font: 5fdef0
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 18
Born in: Avalon, Etruria
Appearance: A small girl at 5'3", she has very bright blonde hair and bright blue eyes, somewhat eye-catching at distance. Her hair is relatively short in the back, but the front bangs extend down the sides of her face. She has a very round face and small facial features.
Her horse, Gertrude, is a tan Etrurian Saddlebred Mare with a brown mane.
Clothes: She wears a ceremonious headpiece with feathers on both sides. Freya also wears a white blouse that is tucked into a dark gray corset in addition to dark gray elbow-length gloves. Her skirt goes down to just past her knees and underneath she wears armored greaves and boots. She is partly armored at the hips as well as her neck and shoulders.
Story: Freya was born in a medium sized tourist town quite some distance south-east of Delfia named Avalon. Geographically, it's located on the edge of one of the largest forests in Etruria, the "Western Forest", despite its name it is mostly in the center of Etruria. Avalon is also on the river, however its largest attractions are the old architecture and sculptures, it being a gathering place for artists of all mediums.
Siegfried (her father) is a well-off priest in her town and Asa (her mother) is a music teacher at the middle school she used to go to. She has an older sister named Hyva, but she journeyed off to the Western Isles and married a sailor. Freya also has an older brother named Fredrik, and he is currently serving in the Etrurian army as a Sergeant in a Ballista company. They have a painting of him in their home and coming together as a family to read and reply to his letters is one of the highlights in Freya's day.
Freya has always enjoyed her life with her family and friends in Avalon, there being quite a bit to do daily as well as her regular studies. A large passion of Freya has been theatre and choir, performing in quite a few festivals as an actress and weekly singing in the church her father does mass at. Otherwise, she likes being off on her own in the forest or down at the river which has been more of a thing in recent years.
Since she'd been getting older she had really dedicated herself towards riding and healing magic, with the aid of some of her father's acquaintances. Naturally, she trained rigorously inspired by her brother's letters and wanting to make her family as well as herself proud. As she'd turned 17 her ideas of going off to the front to help her countrymen fight against the Ilians and keeping her comrades in the action, there was now a sudden urge for troops and healers to head southwards towards Ostia. The undead threat has risen to high levels and the country is mobilizing some of its reserves and conscripting more citizens. Yet again with her father's influence she managed to join a mission a year earlier than the age at which she'd be conscripted. Her father always telling her it was much better to be a healer in an independent mission than as an army healer. She didn't want to shirk any sort of responsibilities at the front, but she did want to join in and this was the only way.
It had turned out to be worse than she had imagined at the front, with more than just bonewalkers, doomwolves, and revenants that she'd heard tales of. She had seen the corpses of huge spiders and half-men, half-horse monsters who carried huge axes and bows. The casualties were pouring in at times and others things were very, very boring. She always feared of monsters sneaking into camp or breaking through the lines so she acquired a mace, later asking the head cleric to allow her to carry it after she was holding onto it and hiding it. Thankfully she was sympathetic and allowed her.
After months of fighting the monsters and replacements filling in over time, she became very weary of her life at the front, still sending optimistic letters back home to keep her parents at peace. Even though she was worn internally, she never let it show. She knew she had to be strong not only for herself but everyone else around her. A defeated attitude would never secure a final victory against these hellspawn!
Time passed and she finally turned 18, looking back she felt the time flew by so quickly but had plenty of very slow moments. She became proficient on her horse and with her healing magic, it becoming more natural to her. She knew she had much more to learn and was more than willing to do so. Because of her veteran status at the front, a higher echelon of the church asked her to join a mission that went deep into Lycia to do reconnaissance not only to see if there were any further monsters they had to deal with, but to see how the Lycians were dealing with the same threat.
Halfway through their assignment, the Bishop leading it mysteriously vanished and when the mission went searching for him about 60% of the members were picked off one by one by an unseen enemy or group of enemies. Driven into a panic, the mission fled in different directions, Freya riding south towards Lycia. Barely avoiding large groups of monsters she finally made it to human-held territory not telling a soul of what she had seen.
Class: Troubadour
Font: 5fdef0
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 18
Born in: Avalon, Etruria
Appearance: A small girl at 5'3", she has very bright blonde hair and bright blue eyes, somewhat eye-catching at distance. Her hair is relatively short in the back, but the front bangs extend down the sides of her face. She has a very round face and small facial features.
Her horse, Gertrude, is a tan Etrurian Saddlebred Mare with a brown mane.
Clothes: She wears a ceremonious headpiece with feathers on both sides. Freya also wears a white blouse that is tucked into a dark gray corset in addition to dark gray elbow-length gloves. Her skirt goes down to just past her knees and underneath she wears armored greaves and boots. She is partly armored at the hips as well as her neck and shoulders.
Story: Freya was born in a medium sized tourist town quite some distance south-east of Delfia named Avalon. Geographically, it's located on the edge of one of the largest forests in Etruria, the "Western Forest", despite its name it is mostly in the center of Etruria. Avalon is also on the river, however its largest attractions are the old architecture and sculptures, it being a gathering place for artists of all mediums.
Siegfried (her father) is a well-off priest in her town and Asa (her mother) is a music teacher at the middle school she used to go to. She has an older sister named Hyva, but she journeyed off to the Western Isles and married a sailor. Freya also has an older brother named Fredrik, and he is currently serving in the Etrurian army as a Sergeant in a Ballista company. They have a painting of him in their home and coming together as a family to read and reply to his letters is one of the highlights in Freya's day.
Freya has always enjoyed her life with her family and friends in Avalon, there being quite a bit to do daily as well as her regular studies. A large passion of Freya has been theatre and choir, performing in quite a few festivals as an actress and weekly singing in the church her father does mass at. Otherwise, she likes being off on her own in the forest or down at the river which has been more of a thing in recent years.
Since she'd been getting older she had really dedicated herself towards riding and healing magic, with the aid of some of her father's acquaintances. Naturally, she trained rigorously inspired by her brother's letters and wanting to make her family as well as herself proud. As she'd turned 17 her ideas of going off to the front to help her countrymen fight against the Ilians and keeping her comrades in the action, there was now a sudden urge for troops and healers to head southwards towards Ostia. The undead threat has risen to high levels and the country is mobilizing some of its reserves and conscripting more citizens. Yet again with her father's influence she managed to join a mission a year earlier than the age at which she'd be conscripted. Her father always telling her it was much better to be a healer in an independent mission than as an army healer. She didn't want to shirk any sort of responsibilities at the front, but she did want to join in and this was the only way.
It had turned out to be worse than she had imagined at the front, with more than just bonewalkers, doomwolves, and revenants that she'd heard tales of. She had seen the corpses of huge spiders and half-men, half-horse monsters who carried huge axes and bows. The casualties were pouring in at times and others things were very, very boring. She always feared of monsters sneaking into camp or breaking through the lines so she acquired a mace, later asking the head cleric to allow her to carry it after she was holding onto it and hiding it. Thankfully she was sympathetic and allowed her.
After months of fighting the monsters and replacements filling in over time, she became very weary of her life at the front, still sending optimistic letters back home to keep her parents at peace. Even though she was worn internally, she never let it show. She knew she had to be strong not only for herself but everyone else around her. A defeated attitude would never secure a final victory against these hellspawn!
Time passed and she finally turned 18, looking back she felt the time flew by so quickly but had plenty of very slow moments. She became proficient on her horse and with her healing magic, it becoming more natural to her. She knew she had much more to learn and was more than willing to do so. Because of her veteran status at the front, a higher echelon of the church asked her to join a mission that went deep into Lycia to do reconnaissance not only to see if there were any further monsters they had to deal with, but to see how the Lycians were dealing with the same threat.
Halfway through their assignment, the Bishop leading it mysteriously vanished and when the mission went searching for him about 60% of the members were picked off one by one by an unseen enemy or group of enemies. Driven into a panic, the mission fled in different directions, Freya riding south towards Lycia. Barely avoiding large groups of monsters she finally made it to human-held territory not telling a soul of what she had seen.
