B A S I C S
N A M E
Freya
N I C K N A M E (S)
Frey, Patch
A G E
21
G E N D E R
Female
S E X U A L I T Y
Not interested
A P P E A R A N C E
N I C K N A M E (S)
5'6"
W E I G H T
127 Pounds
E Y E C O L O R
Brown
H A I R C O L O R , L E N G T H , & T E X T U R E
Brown, short, thick and straight
S K I N D E T A I L S
Smooth and pale but tarnished with a constant blush of the outdoors
C L O T H I N G
A bulky dark gray jacket dusted by wear and tear. It covers her body like a cloak and has saved her from a knife fight more than once or twice. It was given to her by her uncle. In fact, it was his until the day he died. It has heavy cuffs and sturdy pockets for tough play. She has never had to replace a button it, and more than likely, it will outlive her, like it did its previous owner.
Beneath her jacket is a neutral colored shirt. It blends into the earth and does not cling to her body, like the rest of her clothes. Often, she is mistaken for a man or a teenage boy, as she does not allow her femininity to shine, as she sees it as a severe weakness.
Freya usually wears a pair of dark trousers. The knees are roughed and patched and the material is heavy duty. They have various forms of pockets, with useful gadgets and weaponry inside of them. A belt holds them together amongst other things like her favorite knife. Slung around her torso is her chest holster. It carries her handy-dandy mighty gun. She never goes anywhere without it. It's saved her more times than she can remember, and Freya has a long, sharp memory, which has made her quick knife particularly jealous.
Her boots are clunky, but they are ready to endure any terrain and keep her feet and lower calves from getting hurt. It takes extra muscle to maneuver in them, but the outcome is far more pristine. Inside her right boot, she carries a dagger for convenience sake.
Last but not least, Freya has an eyepatch over her left eye. She lost her eye in an explosion when she was only three years of age. The incident earned her the endearing nickname of "Patch." Due to the lifelong tragedy, she has little to no recollection of what it was like to use two eyes and has adjusted accordingly. Her remaining eye is like that of a hawk, to many other's surprising dismay. (And, if need be, she could make a bullseye with her eyes closed.)
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Kill or be killed. Always shoot first. Never aim a gun at anything not intended to be destroyed. To be blunt, Freya is serious and stoic. Although, she has a sense of humor, it is not for the faint of heart. Paint it black and keep it as macabre as real life is. Freya prefers not to sugar coat her words in a world with no remorse. There is little room for mistake, and she has scars to prove it.
Underneath her thick skin, there are a few tokens of trust. She invests them sparingly. In the meantime, Freya keeps a sharp eye on her surroundings. Any loss is a waste of life, and she would prefer to keep her neck alive, which means if she is going out on a limb for anyone, they more than earned her loyalty. They earned her life, which is the most important asset she owns. Without it, she is nothing.
Freya likes to believe she is not a fearful animal, but if she was to be honest with herself, she would have to say her fear of death drives her wit. It pushes her past her limits. It’s her reason for appreciating life. In a world ruled by darkness, there is no falling into despair or regret. If the opposite of death is life, then by all means, Freya wants whatever it is that she has to endure to be alive.
B A C K G R O U N D
C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S
N/A
C U R R E N T L O C A T I O N
The Echo Desert
H I S T O R Y
Born only a few years before the disaster, Freya has few memories of what it was like to live in a world not subject to the chaos. This means she has few memories of her parents, as they ended up perishing during the reversal, and she found herself being raised by her mother's younger brother. He was a tough man who had trained in the military as a General, with secret access. He taught her what he knew in order to keep both of them alive. Alongside her uncle were other former military personnel who grouped together to make their own township. Freya sees most of them as family and has become closer to them since her uncle's death several years ago.
Currently, Freya resides on the outskirts of society, making continual contact with several trusted allies. Most of them are people who knew her uncle. However, she has managed to create her own personal network. She hunts game and men alike, looking out for her own skin rather than anyone else's. The more the merrier never settled well with her. Even those she refers to as family, she keeps an arm's distance, hardwired for survival rather than cohabitating with anyone else. However, recently, she has seen a need to change. Living alone has its perks, but there is a reason her uncle remained loyal to a group of people and did not settle on his own. Slowly Freya is realizing she needs to make the same choice.
S K I L L S
Systema, gunmanship, knifeplay, bribery, resolute
O T H E R
Freya has a small charm that belonged to her mother. It's a tainted, heart-shaped locket with a scuffed picture of her grandparents. This is her totem.
