She could either be very good or very bad but would never, ever be both because her body had room for only one.
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twenty three. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?
A faerie’s home is as chaotic and as disheveled as the faeries themselves. Freydis’ home consists of a long-since abandoned fox den with the roots from a conifer spiralling through and providing a spider-like foundation. There are nicked baubles and fine shards of glass and metal (steel and bronze, never, ever iron) and spidersilk tapestries woven for the curtains. A few pieces of straw for her bed, a flat leaf for a blanket. It looks lived in, though not often, as she uses the bird’s nests that have blown down from heavy wind as hammocks up in the trees.
(she fears sleeping on the ground at night and much prefers to sleep up in trees.)
For her appearance and taste, they embody the crazed and almost ugly aspects of nature, itself: mossy skirts, pinched lace from doilies and embroideries, makeshift shawls from birdfeather and mud for face paint. This is what she loves, this is what she enjoys. She finds comfort in being half-exposed and extreme pride in never bending iron will or way for humanity, rather incorporating it into her culture.
Her hair is wild, unruly; blonde and knotted and curly and it takes up most of her body on a good day. Messy buns, messier braids — impossible to comb through unless you wet it and scrub her until her very scalp is about to scrub off with the dirt. She wears it simply and lets it fly free behind her.
twenty four. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?
She is as much of her clothing as her clothing is of her. Barely covered, dirty and wild, Freydis wears mud on dirty paws instead of shoes and blood as a mask whenever she’s hunting or going to war. Her clothing is worn simply and carelessly: a skirt loosely tied around her legs, a belt with a crystal dagger fixed to it tied around her, nix the shirt and wear a feather cloak in some dirty, horrible, hand-me-down fashion and you’ve got her look.
twenty one. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?
A faerie attends many a magical festival, such as an equinox or solstice. There are numerous gatherings in the mythical realm for every kind of holiday, be it Allhallow’s/Samhain, Christmas or just the celebration of each other’s life. In nearly all of these celebrations, Freydis attends under the ruse of importance and nobility, being that she’s very arrogant when it comes to being a faerie. More often than not, however, she always ends up playing the role of the antagonist and the provoker, causing utter chaos and disarray on what would normally be considered a grand occasion.
Because of such events, she’s usually left behind to celebrate things by herself.
twenty two. What are their hobbies and interests?
She holds many odd hobbies and interests alike, but somewhere they all manage to tie into the grand scheme that she adores going on adventures. Nearly everything is counted as an adventure and something that she can spin into a tale later on in the day. You can catch her having a habit for weaving daisies into daisy chains or braiding someone’s hair with skill and agility or dancing in the most joyous dance she can think of for hobbies and most of her interests include causing a bit of trouble nearly everywhere and travelling.
She’s made it an unspoken goal that she wants to visit everywhere in the world and get herself known in every tale ever told around the world.
nineteen. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?
Freydis has a habit of seeking out those that are just as lost as she or seek ultimate fulfillment from their lives. She seeks out those that are insecure, those that run than face ultimate problems, those that are like her in so many ways than just the obvious common interests are those that she’s friends with. In her travels both in Scotland and the lands abroad, she has met supernatural beings (Ooshka, Jack Frost), Clansmen and Rovers (Young Macintosh, Rona), Vikings (Astrid, Hiccup, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Mama Hofferson, Camicazi and Stoick), Wizards (Fujimoto, Howl), Gypsies and Adventurers (Clopin, John) and a mass variety of others that she’s come to depend on and see on a daily basis.
For lovers or ideal partners, I do believe it would be those that are slightly awkward in their displays with others yet can be fiercely intelligent and somewhat lost when it comes to their purpose in life. She also finds slight arrogance and a slack sense of humor and energy very attractive so she will actively test people to see if they can handle what she dishes out in a way that she’d actually like.
twenty. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?
Freydis, more than anything, would want security and a partner who would respect that sometimes she does not want to be touched and would like her alone time. A person who would understand that she has a great deal of reservations when it comes to liking someone and one who doesn’t even have to hear her speak to know that she’s afraid deep down underneath her aloof persona and tough ways of talking. She’d need to feel like that person was staying and they could ground her so she wasn’t on the verge of flying off again.
For sex, she can see the appeal and as a representative of nature, she feels it’s a natural part of humanity. She’s sure that if presented with the opportunity with someone that she wouldn’t ultimately regret seeing in the morning, she’d take them up on the offer.
eighteen. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?
Freydis has little to almost no manners at all. That is to say, they’re very stunted and shallow, bridging from addressing people informally to bluntly stating her frame of mind regardless of what the other person is feeling. She isn’t the type to dance around the subject or even think before doing, which leads to some emotional scarring and a few fights here and there (but it isn’t as if she lets anyone that close for it to really affect her). She has no concept of etiquette (she does however know about it; Asleif spent at least ten years trying to school her in it alone) and if anything, she dislikes the fact that most of a human’s time on Earth is spent trying to make things copacetic and there are a thousand words never said to one another; they gussy up with false niceties.
Never exactly having a ‘type’ of hero, Freydis believes in context to her belief of speaking the words never spoken that what makes someone a “hero” is them breaking the line between silence and speaking. Simply speaking up and having the courage to do so is merely heroic towards her — and she doesn’t exactly give a damn what you’re doing it for. If a person is passionate about their cause or trying to right a wrong, it gains respect with the fae immediately (at least they have a thought in that tiny one-track brain, right?).
Freydis is a master of disliking a great lot, but when the term ‘hate’ is applied, it is because of some cataclysmic and emotional event that has happened throughout the ages. This being said, Freydis can only think to apply her hatred towards her sister Dannyn. What had stemmed as petty sibling’s jealousy (Dannyn had the prettier hair, Dannyn was the good child; Asleif ignored Freydis to care for Dannyn) grew into hatred the more Freydis was ignored and grew older. Being called a screw-up and a terrible excuse for a fae has left her with a bitter taste in her mouth and the jealousy is just…smoldering anger, nonexistent.
seventeen. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?
In 695, almost one hundred years marking the anniversary of death, Freydis travelled to the religious Isle of Iona - a place where Saint Columba had rested and started his abbey and where his disciples (monks) lived - in an attempt to figure out what “organised religion” was all about. Fluttering about the various crypts and monoliths marking tranquility and God, she happened upon a man dressed regally in blue robes from head to toe. He seemed to realize her presence immediately, turning about and addressing her with a kind and wise smile.
Freydis suppressed an eyeroll, waited patiently for the man to go on his way and only offered up the fact that she could grant whatever the heart desires. The man thought on these words a moment, placing his knuckle slowly to his lips and then he continued, “Ah, but what exactly does a heart want? That is the true question, isn’t it.”
The sentence had confused her greatly and she had dismissed him as nothing but an insane old codger. “Dae ye ken where I can find th’ Saint Columba, then? He’s s’posed tae be oan this floatin’ rock, but I’ve nae seen anyane bu’ ye.”
“You should stop analyzing every little thing and take things as they are. Look up there in the skies, what do you see?”
“…..Stars. I see stars.”
“Aye, you do. And over there, what is that?”
“No other names, nothing else?”
”Nae, that’s th’ bleedin’ moon.”
“Precisely. Keep staring.”
She did for a few minutes, squinting her eyes as hard as she could at the moon, thinking only that the man was insane and organised religion rotted out your brain. When she turned to question him in his methods, there wasn’t a trace that there had been anyone else out there with her. All that really remained was a statue of Saint Columba, pointing toward the sky.
sixteen. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?
Freydis’ number one disillusionment is that when something is dead, killed, maimed, decapitated, slowly dying, bleeding, what have you, they’ll come back at some point. When an animal dies in the forest and she finds it, she’ll take at least three or four hours out of her day to wait around the corpse and will talk to it soothingly, just so when it does eventually wake up like she knows it will, it won’t be all alone. Even when she grows tired of waiting, the action of pulling herself away will be met with some reluctance and guilt.
fourteen. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?
She is an adventurer at heart, so it goes without saying that she has roamed all around Scotland. From the Isle of Skye to the far reaches of Edinburgh, she can probably tell you the shortcuts and the odd little quirks the land holds. As for travelling abroad, she has [in these adventures] made it as far as Virginia and New Orleans. Now that she is realizing there is life outside of Scotland and the geology is vastly different no matter where you go, she has realized that she has been on the narrow path for far too long and wishes to broaden her horizons.
fifteen. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?
Freydis has gotten the pleasure of seeing different types of architecture and meeting new acquaintances as well as learning that different worlds carry different types of magic and their own lore. The idea that there are different cultures for such a sheltered faerie constantly sticks with her as she’s in a faerie procession or something of the sort.
thirteen. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?
The basic gist of her job is to grant the innermost desires of those who summon or come visit her shrine. Nothing is too outlandish of a desire as long as it is what you want terribly and she will grant you it — though people’s gluttony allows them to make the wrong choices, leading them down a path of misery and woe which usually leads to them boldly declaring that it was Freydis’ fault and she had to right it. Freydis has described her occupation as an excuse to strive for mediocrity and because of this she holds a lot of contempt for her position. A sadist if there ever was one, Freydis loves knowing how corrupted, twisted, and stupid man can be with shallow desires of the heart; it seems to give her a twist of grim satisfaction and superiority as she proves that such an “innovative race” like mankind is nothing more but a cesspool of terrible ideologies. It makes her grin like a devil while they wish for wealth, looks, death to an enemy and still have the audacity to say that they have never sinned. Greed is a virus to her but one that provides a quick fix toward an addiction and poisoning of a heart. Freydis finds that how easily they are swayed by the option of having anything they’ve ever wished for right in their hands is greatly disappointing and secretly harbors a lot of repulsion and hatred for herself as well as the human world for being the supplier toward vulgarity.
ten. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?
Being that there aren’t many books for her to get into unless of course physically, Freydis is what you would call an intellectual/intelligent in street-smarts. She is actually quick-witted and can create unorthodox solutions or escape routes at the drop of a hat. Her intelligence also allows her to outfox and manipulate those that she’s targeting at the moment and though it may not be about thermonuclear physics, her conversations may hold some deeper thought to them than what is said.
eleven. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?
In a lot of ways, Freydis just sees herself as plain. She will acknowledge that her charismatic wit and perceptive mind are what make her “a step ahead of the rest” and by default somewhat superior, but as far as her actually thinking both of those things one-hundred percent all the time, it’s a no-go. She feels that there is a lot more to be learned before she could actually be comfortable in her own skin.
twelve. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?
She’s street savvy which means she has obviously spent a lot of time out roving. Because she’s nearly out and having to deal with people, she has likely heard accents of all Scottish nature and slang that has stuck into her own vernacular. It comes out in the form of curses mostly and by dealing with various Scots it has slightly reinforced her accent to come in a little bit thicker than what it used to be.
six. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?
Freydis to this day still feels a lot of rejection from her childhood and because of that, it kind of causes a bitter and burning humiliation. Being in someone else’s shadow and basically being told that your way of thinking / doing things is absolutely messed up from the beginning leads you into feeling starved for affection and recognition.
seven. What was the economic status of their family?
In the Celtic folkloric community, the faeries are sort of held in a high status with being the most recognized and adored in stories, leaving the other similar creatures (brownies, imps, pixies) in lesser standings with them. Almost every creature looks toward the faes to keep the peace and to keep the forest running smoothly as they vastly outnumber anything else.
eight. How does your character feel about religion?
She is very lax when it comes to religious beliefs. She hardly prays at altars, she doesn’t advise most traditions and there is seldom a festival that she enjoys. While she remains very open-minded about all of the ideas and shows a curiosity for any other active religions outside of very loose practicing of Paganism/Wicca, Freydis isn’t really…I don’t know, concerned with the aspect of worship and praise for why she is. She just is.