[hider="Freya Von Ryker"][b]Name:[/b] Freya Von Ryker
[b]Age:[/b] Twenty-One
[b]Appearance:[/b][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/56/a7/bb/56a7bb99ee2892e9b2702eae1e4419d9.jpg[/img]
[b]Position:[/b] Daughter of Master Alexander Von Ryker
[b]Personality:[/b] Freya tends to get a bit frazzled over the smallest of details. She usually is pacing back and forth, usually with some kind of literature in hand. She tends to be rather focus on the small grains of a problem, than focusing on the end result. When she isn’t stressing about things, and can actually convince herself that everything is okay, Freya is a very outspoken young woman and likes adventure.  She also tends to carry a stash of lollipops to calm herself.
[b]Little Biography:[/b] As the daughter of the house of Von Ryker, young Freya experienced many extravagant birthday parties, and saw friends come and go. Many things she had access to, and thoroughly enjoyed the family trips that they took occasionally. As she grew up in the house, she became slightly bored with the place she had called home for so long, and yearned to learn things that just her house alone could not teach her. She wanted to venture off into college, so for her remaining high school years, she studied furiously and got accepted into a prestigious art school – Le Donna School of Arts. She was stuck between art or cooking, but she would be able to take her time and pursue both, or even surprise herself. Since she is so keen for details, she enjoys sewing in her spare time to calm her nerves, and get the victory of making something herself. She is excited to have James accompanying her on this new chapter in her life and hopes that they will both learn new things about the world that is outside of the home they were in for so long. But…will this time outside of the house cause her to panic more often now that there are more elements not under her control?[/hider]

[h3][color=0072bc]Our Tale Begins...[/color][/h3]

It is a bright and sunny Thursday morning at the Von Ryker estate, and the usual morning preparations are beginning to grind and fall into place. It moves with seamless ease, and the older man running the place they were residing in expected no less. But with the grace of everything downstairs…upstairs was a different issue. No, not in the main hallways but behind the oak door of Freya Von Ryker.  The young woman was looking over her desktop computer, raking a hand through her chocolate strands. [b][color=0072bc]“C’mon, c’mon!”[/color][/b] She whined as she angrily stood up from the table, causing a few miscellaneous things to shift slightly, but fall back into place. [b][color=0072bc]“Why isn’t it posted yet?! They specifically state in the syllabus that grades are to be posted no later than Thursday, at 9AM! It’s 9:05 and there is still no sign of my grades being posted!” The woman groaned and paced in her room. “I need to know my grades!” [/color][/b]she angrily chimed, and upon spotting the candy dish she kept in her room, snatched one up and feverishly discarded the wrapper before plopping it into her mouth welcoming the orange zesty taste that soon enveloped her palate.

[color=0072bc][b]“Oh, lolli…”[/b][/color] She sighed, feeling her nerves calm a little at a distraction. [b][color=0072bc]“I would go insane without you here, I’m so glad we keep a dish in all the rooms.”[/color][/b] She sat on her bed, and glanced at the ceiling. She could hear the ticking from her clock nearby and giving it a quick glance, was sent into her small frenzy again, though not nearly as horrible since she had candy to distract her nerves. Checking for what would be the twentieth time today, she clicked refresh and let out an annoyed shriek. [b][color=0072bc]“UGH! I can’t do this anymore!”[/color][/b] She groaned. Whenever she had an issue, she would let a butler know. Someone had to have an answer as to why this was happening. She needed these grades so she could show her father and they were standing in between her knowing if she would be accepted into the college she applied for or not. [b][color=0072bc]“I just..I just need to leave and get some breakfast…and…”[/color][/b] She tried reasoning with herself, but as she had made a beeline for the door and got her hand on the knob, she froze as the ping of her computer indicated a message.

Freya blinked, and her brown eyes glanced over towards the machine as she scurried over and refreshed the page another time. There is was – her grades! She quickly skimmed them and began jumping in delight. [b][color=0072bc]“Oh, oh! I have to show James!”[/color][/b] The print out was in her hands in a matter of moments, and she discarded the now eaten lollipop and ran down the hall, calling for him to show him her flawless results for the accuplacer, and her now acceptance letter into college. [b][color=0072bc]“James!”[/color][/b] She called as she bolted down the stairs, nearly sending herself crashing down twice. “James, look! Look what I did!” Freya came to a screeching halt when she had found him, her hair awry and her clothing a bit disheveled from running everywhere. [b][color=0072bc]“Look, look, look!”[/color][/b] She shoved the paper towards him, beaming.