[hider=Freya Carstensen, Lost in the Faewoods][color=lavender][b]Name:[/b][/color] Freya Carstensen [color=lavender][b]Age:[/b][/color] 17 [color=lavender][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Female [color=lavender][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] [hider=Appearance][img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/dc754465-c52a-44de-8c5a-e9f1e0ab9043.png[/img][/hider] [color=lavender][b]Likes:[/b][/color] [list][*]Creating art [*]Music [*]Writing [*]Nature, especially small animals[/list] [color=lavender][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color] [list][*]Coffee [*]Hot weather [*]Bossy, stubborn people [*]Whispers make her deeply uncomfortable[/list] [color=lavender][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [list][*]Drawing and writing [*]Climbing, specifically rock climbing [*]Archery, if she could find a bow and arrows[/list] [color=lavender][b]Fears:[/b][/color] [list][*]True, complete silence, especially in darkness [*]Nightmares[/list] [color=lavender][b]Inventory:[/b][/color] [list][*]Her phone [*]Car keys [*]A few hair ties[/list] [color=lavender][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Freya's quiet on the surface, and not the easiest girl to open up. She'd much rather listen to others than talk about herself, and at times can seem secretive or sly. She may enjoy writing, but she's not the best with words when put on the spot. She's never made friends easily, something she's actually quite hard on herself about. Despite her enjoyment of archery, Freya is not violent at all, practicing it at first as a way to spend time with a friend and later as a way to find some inner peace. She'll resort to violence only if she feels she has no other choice. Bravery is not something she lacks, though, and she'll jump at a chance to help others, so she can make ties with actions rather than words. Freya has been looking for a fresh start around new faces for a while now. This is not exactly what she had in mind. [color=lavender][b]History:[/b][/color] Freya grew up the younger of two children in a fairly well off family, spending most of her childhood in a moderately sized Pacific Northwest town. She had a stable, normal life for the most part, finding her interests in school in things like art and writing, and beyond it in activities like archery and rock climbing. Freya wasn't the most popular or outgoing girl, but she had a steady circle of friends and a healthy home life. Her world was turned upside down at the age of 16, however, when she and her best friend were hit by a drunk driver while Freya was behind the wheel. She made it out with only a broken bone in her arm, but her friend was killed. The trauma from that is something she still hasn't properly dealt with, and over her senior year of high school is proceeded to deteriorate several aspects of her life, the social parts more than anything. She withdrew into isolation for a while, but near the end of her senior year her friends convinced her to skip school on a Friday and take a camping trip. It proved to be just what she needed, and started the process of turning her spirits around before she heads off to the east coast for a fresh start at a university. But she never made it home. Freya got separated from the others on the road back, and pulled over to look up directions. That was when she felt the dizziness set in, and a few seconds later she slumped back in her seat. She woke up somewhere completely different.[/hider]