Name: Freida the Slip
Nationality: Greco-Germanic
Class: Freudian Psychoanalyst
Alignment: Schizophrenic Righteousness/Narcissism
Ego: Freida seemingly never parts from a mirror short spear and an ornate wooden mask entrenched in a dragon hide cowl and breast plate, to veil her historically scarred features, and loose-fitting clothes of viridian and lake-blue. Whispers from her direction are usually attributed to her breathing, speaking, or coughing; one must be perceptive and attentive, lest her words be missed. Yet, if Freida desires to be heard, there’s no cave too deep nor peak too high, for such a vicious banshee.
Essence: Her heart lies within a tug of war between mediocrity and their respective malevolent and/or benevolent extremes. The schism oscillates her from hedonism to altruism at rather inopportune times, generating a rather unpredictable persona that can be easy or difficult to get along with, or even worse . . . to date.
Arsenal: Mirror Spear of Despair, Dagger of Permanence, and Shield of Mature Defense Mechanisms
Equipment: Preconscious Fishnet, Holly and Mistletoe rope, and Erikson compass
Abilities:
The Oral Stage (Used to consume large amounts of food/drink, shriek to glass shattering standards, or to suction and puff gas/smoke out of harm’s way. All with her mouth. Sometimes gets carried away, depleting oxygen from an enclosed area.)
Castration Anxiety (Works mostly on males. With enough disrespectful antagonistic remarks, this ability causes severe trauma damage to one’s genitals. Team mates are unfortunately not exempt.)
You’re an Id-iot (Causes one person to pursue primal urges (food, sex, drugs, war, etc.). Said victim must meet eye contact with Freida to initiate, and every 15 minutes to continue).
Skills:
Credibility: 2/6
Charisma: 2/6
Conviction: 5/6
Rhetoric: 2/6
Logic: 2/6
Image: 5/6
Research: 2/6
Manipulation: 5/6
Knowledge: 2/6
Back story:
Raised as a sex slave, Freida escaped bondage with the aid of a famous pimp-druid, who trained her further in the seductive arts, but always for a price. After climaxing upon all her new-found skills, she murdered the solicitor, turning the mentor's skin into armor. She now lives completely off the land, deathly afraid of large cities and the slavers she believes lurk around every corner.
Given her extreme paranoia, Freida rarely teams up with others, but if the skittish circumstance does present itself, she dramatically ensures those involved have few connections to prevent the contagion of rumors and myths reaching the ears of her previous captors.
Kudos: 1500
Nationality: Greco-Germanic
Class: Freudian Psychoanalyst
Alignment: Schizophrenic Righteousness/Narcissism
Ego: Freida seemingly never parts from a mirror short spear and an ornate wooden mask entrenched in a dragon hide cowl and breast plate, to veil her historically scarred features, and loose-fitting clothes of viridian and lake-blue. Whispers from her direction are usually attributed to her breathing, speaking, or coughing; one must be perceptive and attentive, lest her words be missed. Yet, if Freida desires to be heard, there’s no cave too deep nor peak too high, for such a vicious banshee.
Essence: Her heart lies within a tug of war between mediocrity and their respective malevolent and/or benevolent extremes. The schism oscillates her from hedonism to altruism at rather inopportune times, generating a rather unpredictable persona that can be easy or difficult to get along with, or even worse . . . to date.
Arsenal: Mirror Spear of Despair, Dagger of Permanence, and Shield of Mature Defense Mechanisms
Equipment: Preconscious Fishnet, Holly and Mistletoe rope, and Erikson compass
Abilities:
The Oral Stage (Used to consume large amounts of food/drink, shriek to glass shattering standards, or to suction and puff gas/smoke out of harm’s way. All with her mouth. Sometimes gets carried away, depleting oxygen from an enclosed area.)
Castration Anxiety (Works mostly on males. With enough disrespectful antagonistic remarks, this ability causes severe trauma damage to one’s genitals. Team mates are unfortunately not exempt.)
You’re an Id-iot (Causes one person to pursue primal urges (food, sex, drugs, war, etc.). Said victim must meet eye contact with Freida to initiate, and every 15 minutes to continue).
Skills:
Credibility: 2/6
Charisma: 2/6
Conviction: 5/6
Rhetoric: 2/6
Logic: 2/6
Image: 5/6
Research: 2/6
Manipulation: 5/6
Knowledge: 2/6
Back story:
Raised as a sex slave, Freida escaped bondage with the aid of a famous pimp-druid, who trained her further in the seductive arts, but always for a price. After climaxing upon all her new-found skills, she murdered the solicitor, turning the mentor's skin into armor. She now lives completely off the land, deathly afraid of large cities and the slavers she believes lurk around every corner.
Given her extreme paranoia, Freida rarely teams up with others, but if the skittish circumstance does present itself, she dramatically ensures those involved have few connections to prevent the contagion of rumors and myths reaching the ears of her previous captors.
Kudos: 1500
