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[h3]Personality[/h3]
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When one first meets Freyja, she can be a surprisingly terrifying and intimidating presence. An ever-present look of disapproval and dark, cold violet eyes coupled with an ominous, chill-inducing 'aura' around her. Just her existence seems to scare off or frighten small animals or draw larger one's attention. Even the local townsfolk and their children seem to be put off by her presence, causing the woman to use less conventional routes through the city to get about her usual tasks. Never one to back down from a challenge, she is more than capable of breaking a few bones or stepping on toes without batting an eyelid. Many find her rough and tough exterior off-putting, so she tends to work by herself. She is notoriously harsh and strict in her enforcement of the rules whenever the need arises, generally via a scolding which could take hours.

However, despite this, she tends to always be the first to welcome one back to the guildhall, often not letting them into the hall itself till she has checked their bodies for anything remotely resembling an injury. With her innate ability in hand, she can tell if someone is acting tough or not, not afraid to call them out on it whether they be an angsty 14-year-old or the guild master himself. One could never question her commitment to the guild, which she always passes off as repaying her debt for their part in helping her, though her unwavering loyalty is almost unnatural. Though sometimes she can take her 'helping' to some extremes, rubbing some people off the wrong way and as such is a classic example of someone with the right intentions but poor execution. She has a sharp tongue, which combined with her blunt and sometimes brutal honesty can also lead to other similar problems. She doesn't put up with whingers or whiners, nor does she seem to enjoy the presence of smooth talkers or lady-men.

While she cares little for her appearance, she seems to show a disturbing, obsessive paranoia about wearing her hood and as such is almost always found with it up even when she sleeps, often becoming flustered or easily enraged when someone attempts to unhood her. When she gets angry she slowly grows quieter. As an outcast with nowhere else to turn to, she would throw her life away without a second thought to ensure the safety of the guild. Freyja has seemingly lost all sense of time, not seeming to know the difference between minutes, hours or months.

However, now and then, she can feel something tugging at her consciousness. Something dark, yet familiar calling out to her...[/sub]

[h3]Appearance[/h3]
[sub]Freyja appears to be a young woman of around 20 years of age who is slightly shorter than average height, with medium length blond hair that ends around her shoulder-blades with striking, cold violet eyes. On her right hand is a silver ring, and around her neck, she wears a silver pop-open locket, her only possessions she will never part with bar her hood. She will be almost always be found wearing her hood up. And if she isn't? Well...I recommend running.[/sub]

[center][i][color=7354A2]"If you're saying I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all my children equally.”[/color]
earlier that day
[color=7354A2]"...I don't care for Kim."[/color][/i][/center]

[indent]|   N a m e:   |
[indent][i]Freyja Baequiettln[/i][/indent]
|   Alias|Nickames|Titles:   |
[indent][i]Witch of Winters Blade[/i]
[i]Frey[/i]
[i]Fey[/i]
[i]Mother Mercury[/i]
[i]Hooded Freak[/i][/indent]
|   G e n d e r:   |
[indent][i]Female[/i][/indent]
|   A g e:   |
[indent][i]Unknown, looks to be in early twenties late teens[/i][/indent]
|   R a n k:   |
[indent][i]C Rank[/i][/indent]
|   Guild Membership Status:   |
[indent][i]Been a member for around 6 months now, more than settled in at this point though how well she is accepted varies.[/i][/indent]
|  Guild Seal Location:   |
[indent][i]Palm of right hand, azure blue[/i][/indent]
|   History:   |
[indent][i]The story of Freyja is an...interesting one. For you see, to start at the beginning is near impossible. Her earliest memory consists of waking up one day...in the valley of the ancients. Cold, tired, starving and...naked? She had no idea how she had gotten there. Who she was. Where she was from. Why she was even there. All she could recall was her name, all she owned was a small silver locket with the image of a small child in it. While for her in her dreamlike state it seemed like hours passed as she wandered the ruined valley. Or was it minutes? Days? It was all a blur to the girl, almost as if she was half-asleep the entire time. Once she managed to navigate her way out she almost immediately proceeded to pass out along one of the routes leading to the Valley.

When she was found, she was barely even alive. She shouldn't have been alive, for her body was covered in wounds, suffered from the extreme cold, and she hadn't eaten a single morsel of food since awakening in the strange valley. This currently unnamed wizard who found her was a member of the newly formed Winters Blade, sent out here on a mission due to rumors of strange beasts being sighted in the area. When they attempted to aid Freyja, they were immediately set upon by Geeves. Though due to her weakened state he was no bigger than a child and was easily subdued and contained in a jar for the entire trip back to the guild with the once again slumbering woman in tow. Immediately brought to Aiden for his counsel on the matter, where the girl was treated and upon recovery much was discussed of her current situation. Deciding it best to keep her shady origins a secret from most, she was inducted into the guild and the rest is history.[/i][/indent]
|   Magic:  |
[indent][i]Geeves the Super Blob- While maybe not exactly magic in its truest form, Freyja is almost always followed by a strange magical blop of mercury that feeds off her magical reserves. The more that she feeds him, the more powerful and larger he becomes. For the most part, he'll be found on her person about the size of a small bird or rat. But he is capable of taking a humanoid form or even turning into weapons and other constructs on the battlefield at her command. He can be thinned out, split apart, even duplicate. So long as she has magic power left, he'll obey her every command.

Reinforcement Magic: She can reinforce her body to become more resilient to blows, or to temporarily enhance her strength. Though she tends to not use this often thanks to Geeves.[/i][/indent]
|   Strengths and Weakness:   |
[indent][i][list]
[*] Reading a person's general mood
[*] Hilariously strong for her build
[*] No mum is complete without the ability to soothe others with a touch, hug or lap pillow.
[*] High alcohol tolerance
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[*] Can be overbearing. Just a smidge.
[*] Young children in danger is just something she cannot ignore, for better or worse
[*] Her hood
[*] Sleeps in. A lot.
[*] Misunderstood. Like, a lot.
[*] Lots of slang tends to fly right over her head
[*] Due to her appearance, it's hard to take her scoldings seriously
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|   Miscs:   |
[indent][i]Freyja seems to have been gifted with a strange, heightened sense of empathy towards others. To those she is close to, she can almost [b]feel[/b] their emotions to be like her own, while to others she may only get a slight hint that something is off.[/i]

Nothings complete without a good battle theme
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4U4RjJ0GJQ[/youtube]
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[/indent] Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).[/center]
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