Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 19:57:13 GMT -5
::STUDENT & STAFF APPLICATION::
Name: Freya Cecilie Lykke
Time at Xorinthia: New, Junior.
Gender: Female
Species: Fairy
Age: 17
Position: Student
Personality:
Smoking
Dancing
Apples
Dislikes:
Small spaces
Chocolate
Soccer
Looks/Physical Description:
::FREYA CECILIE LYKKE::
"Back the fuck up off me."
Wolfy
Name: Freya Cecilie Lykke
Time at Xorinthia: New, Junior.
Gender: Female
Species: Fairy
Age: 17
Position: Student
Personality:
Quite simply, Freya is a wild child. She has the heart of a fairie, which makes her adventurous and free spirited. For the most part, all she wants is to enjoy life, whatever that might mean. She wants to experience the world and everything it has to offer. Rules are not her favorite thing, in fact she will often go against the rules just because she can. The only rule she's ever had to follow was don't piss off the wrong person, and that was only because in her hometown those people could get quite violent. Because she was raised around violence, Freya doesn't hesitate to get violent herself. It was the only way for her to survive. Unless she feels seriously threatened, she won't use her fire manipulation against someone, but she does know how to use a knife, and her agility and dexterity make her an excellent fighter. She is also a very blunt person. She will tell you exactly what she's thinking, no games, no talking behind your back. Don't ask her something unless you want the truth, because that's what you'll get.
Likes:Smoking
Dancing
Apples
Dislikes:
Small spaces
Chocolate
Soccer
Looks/Physical Description:
A tall young woman, Freya has a lean body and ample curves. Her foster family was always very careful about food, leaving Freya fed, but very skinny. She has long, wavy brown hair that she prefers to leave down, and bright blue-grey eyes. Her face is soft and delicate looking, and she has large, plump lips. A few scars mar her smooth, pale skin, but they are fairly hard to see unless you're looking for them. Generally, Freya likes to dress comfortably but stylish, and all her outfits always have pockets, as she never goes anywhere without her knife and a lighter.
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Backstory: )
Freya was born to a princess of the Seelie Court, which should have entitled her to a comfortable, pampered life. However, she was a mistake, an unplanned consequence to her mother's secret relations with a lowly member of the Unseelie Court. The pregnancy was hidden, and when the time came, baby Freya was smuggled out of Court and into the human world where she was left at an orphanage. As a young child Freya lived with a very nice foster family, but at the age of four she began to realize that fire didn't hurt her, and even more, that she could actually control it. She couldn't wait to tell her foster parents, but they weren't quite as excited about it as she was. They were terrified. She was sent back to the orphanage, and not long after she was placed in another foster home.
This wasn't a good home, and Freya knew it almost immediately. It was a small house in a bad part of town, and all five foster kids shared one room. Her 'father' was a loud, angry man who liked to drink a lot, and it didn't take much for him to turn violent. She learned quickly to keep her nose down, and as long as she stayed out of the adult's way, they didn't bother about her. Still, there were a few times she ended up on the wrong end of daddy's fist.
Freya was never adopted, and her foster home became her permanent residence. Every now and then one of her foster siblings would get adopted, and a new child would move in with them, but that was fairly rare. As she grew up, Freya found she didn't hate her life too terribly. She learned how to avoid getting beaten, and she made a lot of friends in the neighborhood. She learned how to use a knife to protect herself, and she stayed out of gangs and out of their business. That didn't mean she stayed completely on the legal side of the line, though. Her and her friends would steal little things from stores, sometime even bottles of liqueur. By the time she was fifteen she was addicted to cigarettes, and she smoked a lot of pot and experimented with hallucinogens and ecstasy, and occasionally some cocaine. As long as she was home when the social worker came by, her 'parents' didn't care what she did.
Shortly after her seventeenth birthday, the youngest girl in the house, Leila, was given back to her mother, who had been spending time in prison. A troubled boy, close to turning eighteen, replaced her. Freya didn't like him, he was always trying to watch her undress, and he'd wink at her with a creepy smile. Finally he got her alone in the bedroom, and tried to force himself on her. Her knife was on the table on the far side of the room, too far to reach, but there was a lighter laying on the floor only a couple feet from her. She lunged for it and held it out in front of her threateningly, but JR only laughed. He didn't understand what she could do. He grabbed her by the hair and tried to force her down onto one of the beds, but she had already lit the lighter, and that was all she needed. She focused on his hands, which were holding her painfully, and he screamed as the fire burned his skin. He let her go, and Freya ran out of the house as fast as she could. What would they do to her? JR was bound to tell everyone she had attacked him, and he would have the proof. She could be sent to juvie, or even prison. It was a violent crime and she was almost eighteen anyways.
That night, she stayed at a friends house, and in the morning she returned home, but only to see what had become of JR. She snuck around back and peeked in through the window. There were people she didn't know talking to her foster father, and she panicked. They had to be cops. She sat down in the bushes and decided to wait until everyone was asleep, then she could grab her stuff and leave. With no idea where she'd go, the prospect was terrifying, but she was not going to jail. Somehow, though, they knew she was their, and when they said goodbye to her father, then walked around back and looked right at her. It wasn't the police, though, they were from a school, a school for people like her, with special abilities. Obviously, they said, she couldn't control her magic and she needed help. Wrong, they were so wrong. She could control her fire just fine, she'd only been trying to defend herself. It was either go with them, or let the human courts take care of it, and school sounded a lot better than jail. She has learned a lot about herself, like that she's a fairie and not just a freak.
Abilities:This wasn't a good home, and Freya knew it almost immediately. It was a small house in a bad part of town, and all five foster kids shared one room. Her 'father' was a loud, angry man who liked to drink a lot, and it didn't take much for him to turn violent. She learned quickly to keep her nose down, and as long as she stayed out of the adult's way, they didn't bother about her. Still, there were a few times she ended up on the wrong end of daddy's fist.
Freya was never adopted, and her foster home became her permanent residence. Every now and then one of her foster siblings would get adopted, and a new child would move in with them, but that was fairly rare. As she grew up, Freya found she didn't hate her life too terribly. She learned how to avoid getting beaten, and she made a lot of friends in the neighborhood. She learned how to use a knife to protect herself, and she stayed out of gangs and out of their business. That didn't mean she stayed completely on the legal side of the line, though. Her and her friends would steal little things from stores, sometime even bottles of liqueur. By the time she was fifteen she was addicted to cigarettes, and she smoked a lot of pot and experimented with hallucinogens and ecstasy, and occasionally some cocaine. As long as she was home when the social worker came by, her 'parents' didn't care what she did.
Shortly after her seventeenth birthday, the youngest girl in the house, Leila, was given back to her mother, who had been spending time in prison. A troubled boy, close to turning eighteen, replaced her. Freya didn't like him, he was always trying to watch her undress, and he'd wink at her with a creepy smile. Finally he got her alone in the bedroom, and tried to force himself on her. Her knife was on the table on the far side of the room, too far to reach, but there was a lighter laying on the floor only a couple feet from her. She lunged for it and held it out in front of her threateningly, but JR only laughed. He didn't understand what she could do. He grabbed her by the hair and tried to force her down onto one of the beds, but she had already lit the lighter, and that was all she needed. She focused on his hands, which were holding her painfully, and he screamed as the fire burned his skin. He let her go, and Freya ran out of the house as fast as she could. What would they do to her? JR was bound to tell everyone she had attacked him, and he would have the proof. She could be sent to juvie, or even prison. It was a violent crime and she was almost eighteen anyways.
That night, she stayed at a friends house, and in the morning she returned home, but only to see what had become of JR. She snuck around back and peeked in through the window. There were people she didn't know talking to her foster father, and she panicked. They had to be cops. She sat down in the bushes and decided to wait until everyone was asleep, then she could grab her stuff and leave. With no idea where she'd go, the prospect was terrifying, but she was not going to jail. Somehow, though, they knew she was their, and when they said goodbye to her father, then walked around back and looked right at her. It wasn't the police, though, they were from a school, a school for people like her, with special abilities. Obviously, they said, she couldn't control her magic and she needed help. Wrong, they were so wrong. She could control her fire just fine, she'd only been trying to defend herself. It was either go with them, or let the human courts take care of it, and school sounded a lot better than jail. She has learned a lot about herself, like that she's a fairie and not just a freak.
Immortality: As a full blood fairie, Freya will live forever. In her early twenties she will stop aging, and will forever be a young woman. However, she is not truly immortal in that she can be killed, though it would be a difficult task.
Glamour: This allows fairies to create and manipulate illusions, causing people to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Freya has only been able to create spotty, flickering illusions that fade quickly, and hasn't even been able to convince someone they're touching something that's not there.
Enhanced Condition: Freya is extremely graceful, with enhanced agility and dexterity. Fast and light on her feet, she has no trouble picking up new movements, including dancing and sports.
Fire Manipulation: From a long line of elemental fairies, Freya can manipulate fire. She cannot create it, but with even the slightest spark she can create massive fires. This also means fire cannot burn her. This ability has always come naturally to her, and she fully mastered it as a child, simply by playing with fire and seeing what she could do.
Face Claim: Miranda KerrGlamour: This allows fairies to create and manipulate illusions, causing people to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Freya has only been able to create spotty, flickering illusions that fade quickly, and hasn't even been able to convince someone they're touching something that's not there.
Enhanced Condition: Freya is extremely graceful, with enhanced agility and dexterity. Fast and light on her feet, she has no trouble picking up new movements, including dancing and sports.
Fire Manipulation: From a long line of elemental fairies, Freya can manipulate fire. She cannot create it, but with even the slightest spark she can create massive fires. This also means fire cannot burn her. This ability has always come naturally to her, and she fully mastered it as a child, simply by playing with fire and seeing what she could do.
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