[hider] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/91/04/38/910438ea695b61fca74284184c28d2f0.jpg[/img][/center] [b]Name:[/b] Freyja Dämmerung [b]Age[/b]: 25 [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Appearance[/b]: Freyja is consistently described as a solemn beauty for the consistent serious look on her face and for her rather good looks. She has a fairly nicely shaped body as well as some lightly toned muscles that came as a result of her continued training routine that has since been reduced since the end of the war. [b]Personality[/b]: If one were to meet Freyja on the streets, they would have nothing to complain about her manners. Despite her strained face, she’s a rather kind woman that’s willing to help others, so long as it doesn’t take her too far off her task at hand. She hardly ever smiles but this is more of her attempting to hold her emotions back, a habit that she had worked to get over from her time in the Imperial military. Hardly ever, doesn’t mean never, however. There are quite a few times where she’ll give a small smile to a joke or gratitude from others. Inside, however, she’s a broken person. The war strained her mental state and she never really fully recovered. At night, it wasn’t uncommon to hear sad noises coming from her room though this has since seemingly stopped. Guilt sits inside her from the war and it never left. Rather, sometimes she goes out to the streets and meets those who lost loved ones and internally she blames herself. But she doesn’t show it. Not much. Sometimes, she shows a small, pained face. [hider][b]Brief Backstory[/b]: Freyja was raised in the Alvadian Empire. Her family was a military one and she was quickly placed into the military at a young age starting as a foot soldier though she was quickly promoted, most likely due to her family, into a special unit called the Dark Knights. They were a group of warriors that specialized in dark magics and powerful weapons. The magic they used were used to steal the life force from enemies and sacrifice one’s own physical well-being to increase their own strength. And that’s when she got thrown into the war. The Dark Knights were used as shock troops, typically clashing into lines that were already engaged from the sides or in ambushes and casualties were not uncommon. They were used fairly often, though… Soon, they were pulled off the front lines for reasons undefined. The entire unit was pulled back to a base and told they were to be guarding the base because there was a suspected surprise attack incoming in the next month. During her time there, Freyja had multiple duties. Helping with supplies, delivering messages between commanders and the most concerning was guard duty for the lab. As the month carried on her duties turned more and more towards guard duty for this lab. This was more and more concerning. Until finally, one day she noticed something during her duty. She was stationed in the internal section of the lab and noticed something… Odd. A scientist was pushing a rather large cart around. It was black colored, rather deep and had a tarp fastened over it. The odd thing was that she was sure there was a human finger poking out from under the tarp. And it twitched. A few days later, during her guard duty, she was handed an envelope by what she assumed was a leading scientist. “Deliver this to the commander.” She was trusted to deliver a confidential message and Freyja assumed this was because of her family. Regardless, she started to walk towards the Command Room. Her concerns were filling her to the point where she decided she needed to open it. The details inside were… More than concerning. It incited a need to escape. “Our research on the Dark Knights is progressing less than we would like, but the results we do have are quite good. We’ve had to release a few more samples than we would like. In the near future, I would likely need more volunteers. We should talk today. ” She gathered her weapon, a few supplies and some other things. And went to the gate. She told them that she was ordered to patrol around for Embrian scouts. They believed her and she ran. Not long after, the Empire was in hot pursuit of her. The chase led on for days with many close calls. She fought a few enemies where she could, when she needed, but she was far too outnumbered to do much more than run. Then, when she was basically at the end of her ropes and cornered, she was saved. A small detachment of Embrian soldiers flanked a number of her pursuers, cutting down the Alvadian pursuers that resisted. The leader, Sevard Kellson,spared her to question why she was being chased. Despite not trusting them, she told everything. What happened at the base, why she was on the run… Who she is. They took her in as a prisoner. Truthfully, being a prisoner with the Embrians was still a better experience than being experimented on by her own country. She understood that soldiers had a duty to their country, but was being experimented on by their country part of their duty? Sevard took the time to talk to her every day. Particularly how she felt about her country. And day by day, she was feeling more negative towards it. She, of course, loved the people. But… Those in charge? Those that ran those inhumane experiments that she didn’t even know the extent of beyond the blatant disregard of human life? No. Not at all. “Let me fight for you.” She asked. “I have nothing else but to fight for my people. I can never return, but I can fight for the Embrian army.” Sevard was obviously skeptical at first but he could see the passion in her eyes. He agreed and she joined the Embrian army despite the reservation of many in the upper echelons of the Embrian army. Regardless, she proved her loyalty to Embria, or perhaps, Sevard himself. She found herself relegating herself to the position of Sevard’s personal bodyguard. Eventually, the war came to an end. Freyja wanted to retire from fighting as did Sevard. As she had no place in Embria, she took a job as a maid for Sevard to give her one. The people that knew of her supposed origins were wary of her and she did her best not to face them. The two of them lived this peaceful life for four and a half years… And then, Sevard disappeared. She searched and searched but… There was no sign. She had no money herself and had to abandon the house they lived in and needed to find a job. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, she knew how to fight and decided to join a mercenary group, Wild Rose…[/hider] [b]Skills[/b]: As a maid, Freyja has taken to being a master of household skills. Cleaning and cooking are the things she’s refined over the last five years. She also knows how to set up camp and hunt, though her aim has diminished since she was a soldier. [b]Abilities[/b]: As a Dark Knight, her combat abilities focus mostly on empowered weapon attacks, draining attacks and dark magic. Her weapon strikes can be weaker, but drain life force or magical energy from enemies, called Siphoning Strikes. Alternatively, she can make her strikes stronger by allowing the darkness to drain her own life force to empower her weapon, known as Souleater. And finally, she can use her magical energy to use minor magic attacks made from the Darkness. The weakest of which, and all she seems to be able to use now is Ruin. [list][*][u]Limit Break - Dark Ruination:[/u] The strongest ability of the Dark Knights only usable by some now. It was a devastating ability used by some of the most trained Dark Knights in the war, though most of the Dark Knights have been phased out in some way or another. When used, Freyja slashes an enemy with her weapon and it slices an opening full of dark energy. Quickly, the energy festers and then explodes out from the cut. [/list] [b]Equipment[/b]: Freyja has put together a new set of armor which is sleek and maneuverable. It gives decent protection from the environment and monster attacks. Her weapon of choice is the very same Magitech Greatsword she used all throughout the war. It’s also a reminder to her of the lives she has taken. [/hider]