Freya Falkenrath
Character
Name: Freya Falkenrath
Alias: N/A
Species: Valkyri/Kro Varian
Homeworld: Midvinter
Loyalty: Herself & [member="Haldor Falkenrath"]
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Known Languages: Galactic Basic, Runian
Force Sensitive: Yes
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: Mid to late 30’s
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 210lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Appearance:
Growing up in a small village on Midvinter, Freya had learnt from a young age that anything worth having was built by her own hands, and began helping her mother and father with repairing and making anything she could as soon as they deemed her old enough. Steady work, while never easy was rewarded in seeing and using the varying things her and her family had made both in her home and around the village and aided in her physique. Well toned and incredibly fast on her feet, Freya is good at using her well built frame to help her both on and off the battlefield. Tattoos travel across the high points of her face - accentuating her cheekbones, full lips, and nose. A deep shade of blue, the tattoos represent her ability to manipulate and manifest ice, but are also symbolic to her bond and devotion to her husband.
Personality:
She’s stronger than she thinks she is - Haldor.
When growing up, Freya’s parents had attempted to keep her sheltered from the bias and judgement thrown their way. While her village didn’t outright disown and hate Freya, they couldn’t help the general distaste they had for the part of her that wasn’t Valkyri - like she had a choice in the matter. Seeing the way her mother had been treated by the other villagers, Freya was quick to jump to action, defending her against anyone ballsy enough to voice their opinions to her face. This had only continued on after she met Haldor - much to his chagrin.
Over the years, Freya had learnt to cool herself off, taking the time to first evaluate the situations she found herself in, instead of jumping into action head first. It took ages, but Freya soon realized that the reason she was so quick to jump to Haldor’s defense was because he had wormed his way into her heart - no matter how frigid she had grown accustomed to it being.
Traits:
[ Crafty ] - It annoyed Haldor when they were younger, 'cause she was always able to get the upper hand that way. But now they're married, and he loves her and...yeah he still finds it somewhat annoying.
[ Loyal ] - Freya was ridiculously loyal. Once someone earned her trust, she was with them through the long haul - whether they cared for it or not. She figured it would come in hand eventually.
[ Assertive ] - Was it a ladylike quality to have? No. Did Freya particularly care? Absolutely not. She didn’t have time to beat around the bush. Why go around it when you could cut straight through it?
[ Anxious ] - As much as she tries to conceal it, Freya often finds herself in an internal battle with herself. If she isn’t constantly doing something, she worries she is letting herself, her people, and especially Haldor down. Even if things are peaceful, she found herself jittering - surely it was a sign of something to come.
Bull-headed - Since childhood (Haldor would say since birth) Freya had been bull-headed. She had a hard time backing down when setting her focus onto something, and she especially hated being called out on something - even if she were wrong.. She’d realize it later and meekly apologize. Though she wasn’t happy about it.
History:
Born to a Kro Varian mother and a Valkyri for a father, Freya had always been viewed as an outcast. While her father took the brunt of insults and comments thrown her and her mother’s way, he couldn’t stop them from happening all the time.
No older than a year, Freya was still a baby when Haldor’s family came to the village. She had no knowledge of his arrival, or what it was like for his family.
To her, he had always been a part of her life.
Even when she didn’t necessarily want him as a part of it.
Freya never truly had a reason to dislike Haldor. To her, there had always been something about him that set her off - igniting a fire within her icy veins and it made her mad. If she were to think on it, she could only pinpoint one time in their past where it had all started. She had seen Haldor playing by himself, isolated from the rest of the kids and she had wanted to make him feel a little less alone. Freya ran over to him, offering him a crooked smile and tried her best to get him to play with her. She had received nothing but grunts and harsh glares from Haldor, and had become incredibly offended when he told her to leave him alone.
It wasn’t until she was thirteen did she start to look past her dislike for Haldor. The two had gotten into a brawl, more intense than any fight they had encountered between each other before. Fists flying, some hits drawing blood, others surely to leave bruises upon their skin later on, Freya reacted on instinct. Using her innate ability to control ice, Freya attacked Haldor, only to stumble back in shock when fire erupted from him - much like Freya had always likened his personality to. Stumbling over her own feet, Freya had attempted to hide, freaking out the moment she realized what this all meant. She was scared; scared of what Haldor thought, scared of what would happen should the rest of their village find out, and especially with how her parents might react. Try as she might, the two caused quite a stir, and it didn’t take long before her family had taken Haldor in, her mother helping him control his innate abilities as she did for Freya.
Her and her family were ostracized further, fueling her hatred for Haldor more so. In her mind, if it weren’t for him, her and her families situation wouldn’t have gotten worse. As time wore on, Freya found her hatred diminishing, the two overlooking their disdain for each other and reaching an understanding. Protecting each other in any and all situations they found themselves in, while often resulting in physical retaliation, Freya was content.
As the years passed, Freya and Haldor found themselves being sent off to fight in the war. During this time, the two had grown closer together and they learned how to fight more effectively as a team. During their time away from their village, the two happened upon an elderly warrior called Ansgar. Ansgar had told them the tale of how he had spent his entire life on Midvinter, never having taken the time to explore beyond the mountains or even the planet. It was a sad tale, one that hurt Freya deeply - especially with his admittance of him being the last of his name, leaving behind nothing but a strong memory on Haldor and Freya’s minds.
It hadn’t taken long for Haldor to come to the conclusion of taking Ansgar’s family name, Falkenrath. To Freya, this was one of the most honorable moments, a memory of Haldor she would cherish forever.
Returning home after the wars end, the pair had been emotionally, physically, and mentally drained - anyone who looked at them could see the wars effects on them. By this point, their hatred for each other had diminished completely, and started to shift towards something else (though Freya didn’t want to admit it). They had been greeted with cheers and celebrations, and while Freya appreciated the thought, her mind too busy buzzing with thoughts of what was beyond Midvinter. The following morning the two set off through the mountains and towards the capital, securing transport off the planet and set off on a journey the two would be thankful for for a lifetime.
Years had passed, the two stumbling upon many bumps along the way. The two had realized their feelings for each other, years after they had developed and it had pulled the two closer than ever before. Eventually they had decided to make it official, wedding and Freya taking on Ansgar’s legacy as well. She never would have thought this would happen with the man she used to despise, but she (and she would say Haldor was too) better off for it.
This is why, when Haldor chose to look towards devoting himself to something, turning away from the destruction he was so capable of causing, Freya assured him she would follow him anywhere.