FROST, Freya Saga

[FREYA SAGA FROST]

FREYA SAGA FROST



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[/b]: Freya Saga
SURNAME: Frost
ALIAS: El
TITLE: Lady

AGE: 25 years old
AFFILIATION: Pirate
BRANDED?: Yes, sadly. My father is caught me at St. Croix.
RANK: Captain
SHIP: Small sail ship with a crew of men who are following me – mostly because they are blinded by my beauty. All of them are picked up in Scandinavia, since the Caribbean pirates are more hardcore.
The ship is called: "Skadi" (after a Norse "Goddess"). It means "damage".

࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
I HAVE LONG BLACK HAIR WHICH I AM QUITE PROUD OF. IT IS USUALLY IN WILD CURLS BECAUSE OF THE SALTY AIR. MY LIPS ARE RATHER BIG AND ROSA. PEOPLE SAY THAT I HAVE CATLIKE EYES, I DON’T KNOW IF THAT IT TRUE, BUT ALL I KNOW IS THAT THEY ARE BLUE LIKE THE SCANDINAVIAN SKY WHICH I MISS SO MUCH. I AM NOT TALL AND I HAVE A QUITE WELL FORMED FIGURE. MY DRESSING STYLE IS PRACTICAL OF COURSE AND BOYISH. THE ONLY FEMALE THING I WEAR IS JEWELLERY. OH YES, THE FINE JEWELLERY ME AND MY CREW STEAL. I ALWAYS PICK OUT THE BIGGEST EARRINGS, THE LARGEST BRACELET, THE LONGEST NECKLACE AND THE RING WITH THE BIGGEST STONE. I AM AFTER ALL A LADY AND DIAMONDS ARE MY BEST FRIENDS. I HAVE ONLY TWO THINGS THAT ARE MY SIGNATURE. ONE IS THAT I DON’T WEAR A HAT! YES, I AM A BAD CAPTAIN AND IT IS PROBABLY WHY PEOPLE DO NOT RESPECT ME… ALSO… BECAUSE I AM QUITE YOUNG AND MOST OF THE HATS I FIND DO NOT FIT TO MY SMALL HEAD. SECONDLY, I HAVE A SILVER RING ON MY RIGHT INDEX FINGER WITH A VIKING PATTERN – SOMETHING I GOT FROM WHEN I WAS RAGING A SMALL SAIL SHIP WITH MY FIRST MATEYS IN SCANDINAVIA, BEFORE WE CAME BACK HERE – THAT RING REMINDS ME OF MY HOME. I HAVE ALSO A NECKLACE WITH THOR’S HAMMER, BUT IT IS SO LONG AND IT RESTS ON MY CHEST SO NO BODY CAN SEE IT (WELL, UNLESS THEY RIP OFF MY CLOTHES) AND I WILL THEREFORE NOT CALL IT MY SIGNATURE. I HAVE A FEW TATTOOS. OH YES… A SCRIPT ON MY RIGHT SHOULDER, A SKELETON ON MY LEFT ARM, UNDERNEATH IT IS A BURN MARK MADE BY MY FATHER, AND THEN THERE IS A MASK ON MY RIGHT WRIST.

࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
JUST BECAUSE I AM A LADY, IT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I DON’T LIKE RUM! I ADORE RUM! RUM AND RED WINE!!! I ALSO ADORE LADIES… OH INNOCENT GIRLS WHO HAVE NEVER EVEN FANTASIZED ABOUT WHAT A WOMAN LIKE ME CAN DO TO THEM. MEN ARE NOT FUN TO “RAPE” BECAUSE THEY MOSTLY DON’T MIND IT. I USUALLY JUST KILL THEM. BUT HAVING FUN WITH GIRLS IS ALWAYS AN ADVENTURE. WELL, I ALSO LOVE ANYTHING SHINY! STONES, GOLD, SILVER, DIAM ONS… EVERYTHING! I LIKE APPLES, GRAPES AND WATERMELONS – YES, THE FINE THINGS WE CAN GET FROM THE BIGGER GOODS SHIPS. TORTUGA IS MY FAVOURITE PLACE IN THE CARIBBEAN SEA! THOUGH THERE IS A PLACE WHICH STAYS CLOSE TO MY HEART – MY DEAR OLD DENMARK, WHERE I WAS BORN! I LOVE THE COLD, THE SEA CREATURES WHICH HAUNT THE SEAS OF SCANDINAVIA AND I LOVE THE ICY WINTERS. OF YES, AND OF COURSE… I LOVE MY CREW! AS LONG AS THEY STAY FAITHFUL TO ME!

࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
NOW, WHAT MAKES ME ANGRY?? MEN WHO DON’T RESPECT ME, MEN WHO IGNORE ME AND MEN WHO ARE THINKING THAT THEY ARE BETTER THAN ME! EVEN IF THEY ARE – I JUST REFUSE TO ACCEPT IT! I HATE HOT SUMMER MONTHS, I HATE TOO CALM SEAS WHEN IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING IS LURKING ON YOU . TO BE HONEST, I HATE THE PACIFIC OCEAN! IT IS EXTREMELY DECEIVING! I HATE HEIGHTS! I ALSO HATE MY FATHER WHO DOES NOT ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM AND WHO IS TOO LOYAL TO THE IDIOTIC MONARCH OF DENMARK. I HATE THE DANISH MONARCHY AND THE FAT KING WHO DOES NOT DO ANYTHING BUT SITTING ON HIS THRONE AND THINKING THAT HE KNOWS EVERYTHING THAT GOES ON HERE IN THE WEST INDIAN COLONIES. I HATE THE FACT THAT I AM QUITE SENSITIVE AND THAT I DON’T LIKE REJECTION. I HATE MY TEMPER AND THAT I HAVE KILLED PEOPLE WHO WOULD HAVE WORKED PERFECTLY WELL AS PRISONERS INSTEAD. I HATE MY STUPID TEMPER!

࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
I FEAR THAT I MAY NEVER COME HOME AND THAT I WILL DIE ALONE AND WILL BE FORGOTTEN. SOMETIMES I REGRET LEAVING DENMARK, BUT WHAT I REGRET THE MOST IS THAT I DIDN’T KILL THE BASTARD OF MY FATHER WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE! I REGRET THE DAY I STEPPED ON THE LAND OF ST. CROIX! I HAVE A FEW SECRETS – MOST OF THEM ARE SOME THAT NOT EVEN I KNOW… I HAVE SOMETHING WHAT PEOPLE IN THE MODERN DAYS WOULD CALL A DYSSOCIAL PERSONALITY DISORDER, MY SECRET IS ALSO THAT I AM EXTREMELY HOMESICK AND THAT I ACTUALLY HAVE A FEW FEARS… I ALSO HAVE ANOTHER SECRET… I THINK THAT I COULD NEVER KILL MY FATHER, EVEN THOUGH I JUST SAID THAT I REGRET NOT DOING IT.

࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
MY STRENGTHS ARE MANIPULATION AND CHARMS… THAT IS WHAT I DRIVE MY CREW ON AND THAT IT WHAT GIVES ME WHAT I WANT. I AM QUITE SKILLED IN DUEL WIELDED DAGGERS AND FIST WEAPONS. I AM TRYING TO LEARN KNIFE THROWING BUT TRUST ME, IT IS HARDER THAN IT LOOKS. MY WEAKNESSES ARE MY TEMPER, MY OBSESSION WITH MY HOMELAND AND MY RECKLESS STUPIDITY. I OFTEN ACT BEFORE I THINK! I AM VERY BAD AT USING AXES, BOWS, AND TWO HANDED WEAPONS!

࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
Ignorant and sometimes bias, yes this is ME! - one of the mysterious girls ever made. Usually you can track the flaws of ones personality back to the up-growing, but I have actually had a nice family who loved and cared for me, so from where I got my feisty arrogant personality – no one knows. I like to appear calm and controlled, though my wild temper sometimes deceives me and makes the emotions flow. I often blame my own problems on other people and can therefore not see them myself and perhaps fix them. Therefore it often happens that I am angry at someone for no particular reason and I try to make their life a living hell before my mood suddenly change and I once again can talk nicely to the person again. It usually happens when I judge people unfairly.

I believe that I am superior to anyone that isn’t like me and with the same values. I hate arguing with people and no matter what I cannot force myself to see that I am wrong some of the time. Even though I respect individuality and that there are some people who are different from others, I still sees them as inferior to me – a view I have from a circle of friends I had gained through the years at sea. I fully believe in the cleansing of the monarchs and to be honest I am fascinated by the idea of equality between men… Especially among the rulers. I like how the pirates have made it: having a few lords and then vote! Brilliant!

I often ignore what doesn't sit well with me, I do know that to appear normal and like everyone else I have to talk to every kind of people. I am not a stupid girl and so I grit my teeth and pretend to be anything but the arrogant manipulative person I am. I often cannot control when I manipulate with others – it can be from the smallest thing to a rather big and important matter.

I am definitely not caring – or well it depends on what it is I have to care for – the sea and wine are the only things I really care for. I have always just cared about myself, my reputation and giving the best to myself and everyone on my own principals. I have had a few boyfriends before, but as it is in a boy’s nature to want to protect his girl, it is in MY nature to hate everyone who thinks that they know me and protects me. I want to be independent and I therefore still search for the man who can live with a woman like me. It shall be someone who can accept the fact that he will never really know me that well, and that I will be the leader in our relationship. As much as I like to be independent, I also like to control other people. I like to play with their emotions, make them do what I want and always know everything about everyone.

I am deep inside an intensely sarcastic pirate who at certain points seem mentally unbalanced; for instance, I once started yelling at a little child because it was saying mean things about me. As mentioned earlier, I have a fierce temperament which I hide well (most of the times – or at least… I try to), which is a big flaw for me. And I even hate herself for not being the calm and controlled person I want to be. I can appear as a very nice girl as long as you accept me for who I am and do not pay much attention to my weird behaviour. I like when you laugh at my jokes and blush when I talk to you. It makes me feel big and better than anyone else. Deep inside I am a rather insecure girl, but that is a secret I will never tell. She am also very afraid of ending up alone like my poor mother.

࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
ALRIGHT MATEY, LET ME TELL YOU ONE THING. TILL I WAS 13 YEARS OLD ME AND MY FATHER WERE BEST FRIENDS! WE DID EVERYTHING TOGETHER AND I LOVED SAILING AS MUCH AS HE DID. HE LOVED ME SO MUCH THAT HE AGREED TO TAKE ME TO THE WEST INDIAN COLONIES WHERE THE KING SENT SOME OF HIS SOLDIERS TO. WE LEFT MY MOTHER ALONE WITH MY YOUNGER BROTHER TO TAKE CARE OF HER. I HAVE NEVER BEEN CLOSE TO EITHER OF THEM. BUT AFTER BECOMING A PIRATE… MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY FATHER HAS NEVER BEEN THE SAME. WE ARE NOW ENEMIES! AS FOR LOVE AFFAIRS, WELL, I HAVE HAD A FEW RELATIONSHIPS, THOUGH NOT MANY! I LOVE LIVING THE FREE LIFE! I LOVE GIRLS AS MUCH AS I LOVE BOYS! WELL, THERE ARE NO RULES AMONG PIRATES THAT CONCERNS THAT! BUT ONLY A MAN CAN FULLY SATISFY ME! I FLIRT WITH THE MEN, I DRINK WITH THEM AND SLEEP WITH THEM… AM I A WHORE? NO! I AM A PIRATE!
FRIENDS?? NO I DO NOT HAVE ANY FRIENDS, BUDDY! I AM A LONELY WOLF. MY CREW ARE MY COLLEAGUES AND MY ONLY FRIENDS ARE THE WINE, THE SEA AND THE TREASURES! NOTHING ELSE! A PIRATE DOES NOT NEED ANY FRIENDS! FRIENDS COME WITH FEELINGS AND FEELINGS ARE FOR WEAKLINGS!

࿂ YER STORY![/color]
My history is a tragic story; it is a story of blood, pain and loss. But it is also a story about love. This love is a love between a father and his daughter. I was their first child and they had tried so hard to get a kid, that my father said that I was a miracle from heaven. I got my mother’s eyes but everything else is my father’s. I also became close to him – I was adventurous like he and I loved sailing just as much as he did. My father never got really close to my younger brother and when he was forced to go to the Danish colonies in the West India, he took me with him. I was only 11 years old at that time and the journey at sea was a long one for a young girl like me. The crew told horror stories about pirates and sea monsters – monsters that were beyond anything I have heard of in Scandinavia. I was terrified. It was the first time in my entire life when I missed shore – and became not the only one.

Two years after – on my 13 year old birthday I got abducted by pirates. Already at that time – in the beginning of my teenage years I had developed my forms and the boys had been sending me long glances when I passed them by. I was a beautiful lady the pirates could not let go without having fun with her first. So they took me on board on their ship to have some fun with me, but what they did not know, was that my temper was as much in development as my body. I had a knife hidden in my dress and I stabbed the first man who tried to force himself on me and I also punched the other who jumped up and wanted me dead. But the captain (who later became my teacher, my boss, my guide… my lover and my father) was generous. He could see potential in me and he told the crew that I had a strong spirit and that he wanted to break me. At that time I was terrified and getting a job on the ship was an extremely mild punishment for what I had done. Months went by where the crew left me untouched – they thought that I would break under the hard work they put on me and that I would beg for their mercy at the end, but I did not.

I was on that ship for a year – and everytime we robbed another ship, I hoped for a failure and a defeat so the West Indian Company would take me home. But no one came for me, no one ever found me. On the same day when they captured me, we arrived to Tortuga – a town that was not a place for a 14 year old girl to be. I bounded and taken with the captain – he hoped that he could sell me as a slave to another ship, but somehow everyone who offered a price for me did not appeal to the captain and at the end – the last buyer (who was a drunken old man) pulled out his sword and started a fight with the captain. There was a young boy among the crew who untied me and tried to help me, but the captain who was quite intoxicated as well seemed to be in trouble as the old man unarmed him and pointed his blade against his neck. I have actually no idea what went through my head and why I stopped. I let go of the only chance I got to get away from the pirates in order to help my captain. I picked up two rusty dagger blades and made my second kill with them so my captain’s life would be spared.

That was the turning point of my life. I stayed with the crew who had become some kind of a family to me through the years of serving them. My work was not as hard as it was before and I felt more equal with the men. I suddenly felt like a member. My mind slowly became the one of my pirate and I learned that with the look I had, I could get away with most things on the ship. Of course I gave myself to the captain when he asked for it – soon I learned that a girl could get what she wants if she made men think with their “other head”. I also used the crew for my own benefit and it perhaps made the captain a little bit jealous. He pulled me away from them by making me a second lady of the ship and his trainee. He taught me how to fight with duel wield – and soon I was on the same level as his crew. Despite his age, the man looked good and he looked at me with the same eyes as he looked at his beloved sea. My captain was both my father and my lover, and I do not dare to say whether or not I loved him, but I know that he loved me. When I turned 17 we took a long trip across the Atlantic and he sailed me to Scandinavia – he knew how much I missed home.

On the rocky shores of Norway I cold heartedly left the crew who had given me too much freedom. All that I know was that they were looking for me for one month before giving up and setting sails to sail back to the west. I stayed in Scandinavia for a while though and met some interesting people – people that were willing to give themselves to me and my promises – some were blinded by my beauty, some were manipulated through stories of sandy beaches and treasures, others were afraid of my fighting skills. I picked up a crew from Norway, Sweden and Denmark. I did not see my mother – I did not want her to see me and I felt that the sea was more like a mother to me than the woman had ever been. After hijacking a smaller military ship we sailed back to Caribbean under our own flag. They called me the Lady from the North, others called me the Temptress… By hearing those nicknames, my former captain found me in Tortuga. Well, what can I say… my story ends with me telling him that he should never had taught me how to fight – I smile devilishly as I look at the trinket I have in one of my piercings… it is one of his long black coloured nails.

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21 YEARS OLD ࿂ MEGAN FOX ࿂ FIVE YEARS
EL

RP SAMPLE. <3

The brunette pushed the two heavy books aside which she had been laying open in front of her. She rolled the parchment closed after rereading her essay. It had been stupid of her to set the morning off to do homework. It was Saturday and she had woken up at 9 o'clock. She had begun her essay and had therefore missed the breakfast in the great hall. The essay took her longer to write than expected and she even needed to look some things up in another book than her school book, so find the needed examples for people who made noticeable self-transfigurations. She could not just blab on about animagus and what not since that did not really cover the topic. The girl was a good student – she had tried really hard to keep her grades on the same level as they had been before – before she got marked. But lately they had fallen a bit. The interesting thing was though that she did definitely not fail at the practical part. But considering that during her training, she had practised throwing curses and different spells and had not handed in some essays to the Dark Lord. Just the thought of her master sitting and reading through some assignments the death eaters had given him, made a small smile form on her soft lips. It quickly faded away though. It was not proper to think things like that about the dark lord. She told herself and got up from the bed.

She placed the books in her school bag and took the finished essay downstairs with her. The girl did not even look into the mirror – she knew that she probably looked nice. The room was empty – just a young first year was sitting with his head in some books and had definitely decided to do the same thing as her – studying indoors. The nice spring sun shined in through the tall windows and made her close her eyes with a small grimace before she quickly rushed towards the exit. Gabrielle could have been outside to study as well, but the mornings at this time of year were still chilly and she felt a bit too lazy today to drag herself downstairs to the lake with her heavy books. She walked down two levels and turned around a corner – jumping over the tricky rotten step on small wooden stairs that led up to a small corridor. She passed by a black cat on her way, but did not really stop up to pet it. The animal was also busy with chasing a rather big spider. She walked down the little corridor which she had always thought smelled like rotten potatoes. But nonetheless it was the quickest short cut to the teacher's offices. The corridor ended into a bigger one and she turned left, taking the stairs two steps at a time. Then finally she reached the familiar big light hallway that had black armours on its south side, and big doors on the other side. The counted them carefully until she reached number six and stopped.

The girl knocked carefully on the door and waited. No one opened. Then she knocked again. This time she could hear steps from the other side approaching and it slowly opened. Jean Deveraux's handsome face glanced out and his dark eyes landed on the ravenclaw student. He gave the girl a friendly smile and did not deduct any points from her when she in a very charming way apologised for the late essay. She was supposed to hand it in yesterday in class, but Gabrielle had simply forgotten everything about it. The professor said that it could happen for even the best and closed the door after taking the parchment. Gabrielle around on her heel and this time walked a bit slowly the way she had come from. But instead of taking the stairs up to the ravenclaw common room, she headed further downstairs and walked through another big hall just like the one three levels above before stepping out into the courtyard. It was filled with students sitting on the benches, so the girl walked over to the beautiful fountain – waving away some black ravens. She stood for a moment just staring at the water, not really noticing that someone was approaching her.

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[GENEVIEVE MARTIN]