Post by FREYA DRACEN on Aug 8, 2013 1:20:03 GMT -5
FREYA ILDRI DRACEN
AGE: 23
GENDER: Female
NICKNAMES: N/A
MEMBER GROUP: Alliance
BRIEF HISTORY:
Freya was born on the core planet Londinium in 2494 to Mikael and Layla Dracen. Like her elder brother Erik, she seemed destined for a career in politics from the start. It was the family business after all. Her father was a member of the Alliance Parliament, her mother served with Ministry of Intelligence, and all her other relatives' careers seemed to be in some way connected to the government or, at the very least, to the Alliance. From the time that they was born, politics were really all that she and her brother knew; even the war was just a distant rumbling to them. So it was no surprise to her when her brother began to involve himself with the government as soon as he was able. Freya, however, had long since decided that she wanted to take a different path.
She knew that she was going to be with the Alliance, her family wouldn't allow anything else, but for her politics were absolutely out as a career option. The long, monotonous years of her childhood had left her with a desire to travel and to see the universe. If she had to work for the Alliance, she was going to see everything while doing it. There was no way she was going to spend the rest of her life working at a desk. Her desire to travel ultimately led to her law enforcement. Or more specifically the federal marshals.
For a while her life was fairly quiet and uneventful. Almost all her time was dedicated to training and, once she was finished with that, completing the few simple assignments she was handed. It wasn't until she was twenty that she was given work that truly put her skills to the test. The assignment was simple enough: apprehend the target and bring them in for questioning. Actually completing it was something else entirely.
Their target, a well-known thief from Bellerophan, had been alerted about their plan ahead of time by a mole working in the Alliance. The result of this action was her entire regiment walking into an ambush. They captured the criminal, but only half made it out with their lives.
Freya was promoted after this incident, and after having proved herself on several more assignments, was finally given the rank of an independent agent. Her only assignment now is to seek out any threats to the Alliance, wherever they may be. She spends her time now moving from planet to planet, travelling the galaxy while getting rid of any threat she finds.
FACE CLAIM: Mary Elizabeth Winstead
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown
OTHER FEATURES: Tree tattoo between shoulder blades, two birds on left hip.
GENERAL: On her surface, Freya is a fairly kind and approachable person, her only true flaw being her love of being a little overly dramatic. She shows herself as an optimist, as a happy go-lucky person willing to believe the best in everyone. This makes it easy for her to socialize and get along with others. However, almost all of it is a lie. The only true things are her sense of humour and her curiosity. Everything else she has carefully manufactured so she can keep people distant without cutting them out of her life.
In reality, Freya is a deeply conflicted person. She knows in her heart that she wants to be kind, yet often she feels like she is little better than a monster. True, she is a sympathetic and caring person, but she is also a person capable of killing without even batting and eye. It's difficult for her to see and hear others saying how horrible it is to kill someone, when she is capable of doing it with such ease. Some days she can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with her.
And this isn't her only fault. She also has quite a short temper, though she prefers not to let people know if they have upset her. Often when she is angry at a person, she will just act passive-aggressively instead of outright aggressively. She likes to find clever ways to get back at people instead of just fighting and being done with it.
WEAKNESSES: Dishonest, sensitive, emotional, insecure, at war with herself
STRENGTHS: Independent, tenacious, thoughtful, compassionate, adaptable
RP SAMPLE
(I'll just use Magpie here)
Despite its always abundant offering of jobs, Persephone had never been one of her favourite worlds to search for work on. It was its people, its great teeming mass of bodies stemming from all walks of life that truly put her off. They were never welcoming, never kind like they were on so many other planets she visited. She felt like an alien every time she came back, estranged by each class in their own unique way. The rich were always cold, the poor always needy, and all the rest just blatant reminders of everything she had lost or left behind. It left her with a horrid, uncomfortable feeling in her gut and a strong desire to run away. Were it not for those jobs, she would never come back at all.
Work was usually easy enough to find. On a planet as scum-filled as Persephone, there was always somebody willing to spend a bit of coin to get their dirty work done. All it took to find them was the right connections and a bit of patience. She had already found several possible offers of work in the week since she returned here, though so far none of them payed enough to truly pique her interest. So she waited, biding her time until something better turned up. She knew it wouldn't be long.
Nevertheless, waiting was tiresome for her. She wanted to get off this godforsaken rock as soon as possible; being back here for too long drained her. So she began to take walks, trying to take her mind off things. She browsed stores and mingled with the locals. Anything was better than staying locked up in her mind.
She was on one of those walks, daydreaming despite herself, when she stumbled in to someone. They were a young woman, probably not much younger than herself, with bright red hair and blue eyes. "Watch where you're going." she barked, managing to sound indignant despite her embarrassment at her own stupidity. Her time on Persephone had left her feeling agitated. Maybe a fight would make me feel better.
