- Freyja SkarsgårdMember
- Real name : Daan
Aantal berichten : 656
IC posts : 375
Character sheet
Age: 20 years
Occupation: Lady of Hillerød
Residence : Falkreath, Hillerød
Porcelain, ivory, steel
wo okt 18, 2017 12:04 am
little bird repeating all the pretty
little words they taught you to recite
She was just a little girl wandering through a big and mostly cold castle. Freyja was born and raised in this castle, along with her four older brothers. Two of them weren't really her brothers, one was adopted and one was a bastard. Despite that the red haired girl loved them all. Being the only daughter of the lord and lady of Hillerød it could be quite lonely from time to time. Her friends were there ofcourse, daugters of her mothers handmaidens, but there were many moments she was wandering all on her own. Her father took her brothers out, learning them how to fight for their city and family. Freyja wasn't allowed to touch a sword.
Her father tried to protect her from the bitter and rough world she was born in. Full of people that wanted to use ladies like her for their own good, people that could not be trusted and enemies that were lurking around almost every corner. Freyja was young and innocent, and her father wanted to keep it that way. When she asked her mother why she could not learn how to fight, just like her brothers did, she was told that she was a lady and ladies didn't fight. She was supposed to marry another high lord one day, stand by his side and have his babies. About the latter she'd rather not think. Only the thought of it caused shivers on her spine.
Earlier this day her father took Onäm, Bodvar, Athelstan and Morton with him to the snowy courtyard were they trained daily. Freyja had been spying on them, but her father noticed her and sended her away. It was not fair, and at moments like this she hated her father. She hated this doomed city and she hated it to be the little weak girl.
The only sounds were of her footsteps, so when she turner around the corner and almost bumped into someone she obviously didn't expect it. She had never seen the person before, her father kept her out of his meetings with other important people, although most of them knew her. The little girl with the innocent blue eyes and flaming locks of red hair. "I'm sorry," she said immediately as she looked up to the taller person in front of her.
Her father tried to protect her from the bitter and rough world she was born in. Full of people that wanted to use ladies like her for their own good, people that could not be trusted and enemies that were lurking around almost every corner. Freyja was young and innocent, and her father wanted to keep it that way. When she asked her mother why she could not learn how to fight, just like her brothers did, she was told that she was a lady and ladies didn't fight. She was supposed to marry another high lord one day, stand by his side and have his babies. About the latter she'd rather not think. Only the thought of it caused shivers on her spine.
Earlier this day her father took Onäm, Bodvar, Athelstan and Morton with him to the snowy courtyard were they trained daily. Freyja had been spying on them, but her father noticed her and sended her away. It was not fair, and at moments like this she hated her father. She hated this doomed city and she hated it to be the little weak girl.
The only sounds were of her footsteps, so when she turner around the corner and almost bumped into someone she obviously didn't expect it. She had never seen the person before, her father kept her out of his meetings with other important people, although most of them knew her. The little girl with the innocent blue eyes and flaming locks of red hair. "I'm sorry," she said immediately as she looked up to the taller person in front of her.
notes: Naeberos & outfit
Permissies van dit forum:
Je mag geen reacties plaatsen in dit subforum