Komo

The Ruins of Hogwarts

Mannn..I really wanted to join this..have been following this since before Christmas.. There was only three posts then, no characters up yet..then Christmas came and I forgot all over this.. >_>

Oh bugger!

On the Horizon: A Modern Day God RP

SO does anyone want to have/discuss relations with Freyja or what?!

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Posted my long-ass collab with @Altered Tundra.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Location: Simonè's Coffee Cafè
Interacting With: Olivia Johnson with Grant Wells

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Olivia had prepared for the Memorial service at school today. She had even picked out the black dress she would be wearing to the sombre event, where several people had lost their loved ones to the tragic tragedy that had befallen the sleepy town of Verona. But no, despite all the preparations she had done to prepare herself for the event, it seems like fate didn't want her to attend the event after all. And, it all because of that ill-fated crash that rang through the house that early morning. She was already fully dressed, doing some minimal primping in front of her dressing mirror, when a loud crash echoed throughout the house. It seemed to came from the stairs outside her room, and rather taken aback, she opened the door to her room. She could hear a commotion down the stairs, and the voices of her parents, most notably, her mother. She hurried down the steps, only to see her father lying in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, clearly in agony.

Her mother rushed off amongst cries of alarm and dismay, helping her husband up as she did so. "What happened?" Olivia queried. "I'm pretty sure, I'm just tripped and fell down the stairs. My head hurts, and I'm starting to see stars. Thee last thing I remember was me losing my footing and stepping onto nothing." Mrs Johnson caressed the back of her husband's head, searching for any signs of injury. She found a small bump that was definitely going to be developing into a bruise. "We best get that looked at. Head injuries are nothing to joke about. Let's get you to the hospital." Olivia fixed an anxious gaze at her father. She was unsure at what was going on, but her dear father clearly looked in pain. "I'll accompany you to the doctor as well!" Just like that, the Johnson family bundled into one car and made their way to the hospital near the town centre. By the time, they were at the hospital, the Memorial service was already well on its way. Looks like she would be missing the entire thing.

While she was in the hospital's lobby, lounging around waiting for parents to come out from the consultation room, her phone rang, its quirky Super Mario message tone gave out a cry. A text from Grant. The only thing that could brighten up her day just did. Grant. Oh, how much she loved that boy. It was a secret of course, and no one knew but her. She'd convinced her that it would be better that way. As much as loved him, she didn't want to risk jeopardising the great thing they had going on if he didn't feel the same way. That would be incredibly awkward, and things would never be the same again. Grant wanted to meet her at Simonè’s, the coolest cafè in town. He really needed to talk to her, and she was always happy to talk to him.

Hey Grant! I'm so sorry, I couldn't be there with you to attend the service. My dad fell and had an accident and we had to send him to the doctors. I'll be at Simonè’s as soon as I can! I'm looking forward to seeing you! I'm leaving in a bit, as soon I inform my parents.

To Grant

Just as she finished sending the text back to Grant, her parents came out from the doctor's room. Olivia got up from her seat. "How is it?" Her mother did a brief waving gesture in the air. "Oh, its nothing. Everything seems to be fine. He'll be real sore for a couple of days though with a bruise." Olivia gave out a sigh of relief, now that she knew her father was going to be fine. Grabbing her backpack, she then informed her parents. "I've got to get going now. I'm meeting Grant." Without waiting for a reply, she quickly left the hospital and started making her way to the cafè, a common meeting point for just about everybody in town. In about fifteen minutes or so, Olivia finally made her way to Simonè’s, her golden tresses and the hem of her black dress fluttering lightly in the breeze that seemed to come without warning. Looking around, she spotted Grant sitting at one of the tables outside the cafè, alone. She walked up behind him, hugging him by the neck, uttering a "Heya!" before releasing him, and taking up a seat on the opposite side of him. She was definitely pleased to Grant again.

When Olivia sat down, there were two cups of White Chocolate Mocochas waiting. One of them were for Olivia and the other for Grant. "Hey Liv!" Grant said excitingly, a wide smile plastered over his face. But it was a false smile. Grant couldn't hide his previous worry that much. He couldn't hide it entirely. He just couldn't, especially in front of Olivia. "I'm so glad you are safe." Grant, again, put that facade of a smile on for Liv, thinking it might be able to hinder her detection of his great worry. His hand somehow found it on Olivia's. Perhaps an uncontrollable reflex or partially his own doing, Grant wouldn't know. It just seemed to happen.

As Olivia sat down, she noticed a cup of White Chocolate Mocha sitting in front of her. Seems like Grant had taken the liberty of ordering for her. Why not? He knew what she liked anyway. As she gazed at him, she noticed that something wasn't quite right. He was smiling of course, but they have known each other long enough to be able to differentiate genuine feelings from false ones. Grant seemed to either be bothered by something or he was hiding something from her. She lifted the cup from the table, taking a couple of sips, before placing it down onto the saucer. It was then that he spoke for the first time said he said hi. He was glad she was safe. Must have been the story she'd had heard about the murder of Rachel Lewis, at school earlier, when she had conveniently missed because of the issue with her father. Olivia answer him. "I'm glad you're safe as well, considering you were at school when you happened." Narrowing her eyes as she continued to fix a gaze onto him, she inquired, "Is something the matter? You look like something is bothering you deeply. What was it you wanted to talk about so urgently anyway. Sounds really important."

She had saw through his facadè. What was Grant even thinking? Of course she saw through it. This person in front of him, sipping her White Chocolate Mocha, knew him for the longest time — almost as long as Tess has. "Yeah, I guess you can say that," Grant said, looking down at his coffee briefly. He was unsure how to proceed to what he texted her so urgently for. After about half of a minute, he looked up at her, smiling softly. "Seeing Rachel's body, hanging there lifelessly, opened my eyes to a lot of things. We aren't on this planet for that long. Considering the recent events with all of us getting these weird abilities, the longevity of our lives might be cut somewhat short." The usually quiet, verbally-minimal Grant was not present today. He was replaced with a more thoughtful, talkative version of the guy he normally was.

As Grant spoke, Olivia placed her hand onto his, slipping her fingers into his, gripping him for moral support. She would do anything to support him, anything for him, really. Seeing a person die, or a dead person could often led one to do things one would normally not do. She read that in a book before somewhere, sometime ago. Giving his hand a little squeeze, she said. "Don't worry G, I'm not planning on going anywhere, and I hope you aren't too." The death must have shaken him up considerably as the boy began talking with a purpose, his speech and words suddendly impactful and confident. The usually timid and unconfident boy was no where to be seen today. This must have been more serious than she thought it would be. Feeling the warmth with her hand in his, with their fingers interlocked, she said "Is there anything I can do to help? I know you might be going through a rough time and all, seeing such a thing."

Though he looked at her somberly, Grant gave Olivia a smile as he felt her hand squeeze his. "Thank you, Liv. You've always been there for me and Tess too, especially when Janice died," Remembering that time brought a frown to Grant's face. Seeing Rachel's body brought him back to that time when his cousin died, specifically how Tess pretty much lost her whole world. Only recently has Grant seen her get better. Perhaps it had something to do with Austin."I-I think today showed me just how much I appreciate you, Liv. I thought I saw you today at the crime scene, but it wasn't. I think that's when I realized—" Grant cut himself off abruptly, a strange sensation starting to fill his stomach. What could it possibly be?

"I know it's difficult, so I've always tried to be there for you whenever I can." Olivia then giggled at the thought of Grant mistaking her for someone else at the memorial service at school. "You thought you saw me? Oh that must have been embarassing. One might have thought that you missed me too much or something!" She ended with a joke, seeing it fit to do so. Yeah, Tessa seems especially close to Austin recently. Perhaps they were an item? "I appreciate you as well G, you know I do." Cocking her head sideways, she gave him a puzzling look as he cut himself mid-sentence. "You realised what? Why made you stop halfway?" Olivia gave her best friend another quizzical look. He most certainly was acting weird today, perhaps the incident at school had shorted his brain out? That was a possibility, considering the fact that he was acting the way he was. "Something's really wrong isn't it?"

"I, uh," Grant tried to collect himself. He needed to say it and he wanted to do it without studdering or rambling. "“I realized that, ever since I can remember, you’ve been there by my side. You were there when we were all in elementary school and the kids used to pick on me, calling me G-spot. You stood up for me when King couldn’t. You were there for Tess and I when Janice was murdered unexpectedly. You were there when everyone, despite us being friends since our K-years, didn’t want to hang out with me. You’ve always been there, Liv.” Grant’s words suddenly stopped, his hand squeezing hers warmly. There was a light sprinkle of tears dropping from Grant’s eyes as he spoke sincerely. “I hate myself that it took a tragedy like Rachel dying to realize how much you really mean to me.” Grant leaned closer, as if wanting to look her directly in the eyes. “I never once thought that, through all the time you were there by my side, that I would end up falling in love with my best friend.” Grant finally said it. All of the years that they have been best friends has been leading up to this moment. The moment that Grant told Olivia his true feelings for her.

And then it came. The bombshell. The Grant equivalent of a fat man and little boy. He began spilling his heart to her, reminsicing about the elementary years, when they were already together, friends, and their peers would already began picking on him, calling him G-spot because he was so sensitive. Everytime she heard them call him that, she would always yell back, "He's G-SHOCK! not G-SPOT!" Back then, watches like Baby G and G-Shock were really popular, and that was the only thing she could think of that hopefully reversed the effect of the negative word being used on him. Olivia had been there for Grant ever since. She'd been there when Janice died, and she's here now. As he began pouring his heart out, she began to see tears welling up in his eyes, beads of tears dropping off his face. She leaned forward, catching the tears on her fingers. "Don't cry G, you'll make me sad too." Then the real bombshell came. He said the 'L' word. He said he loved her. Olivia was stunned, completely taken aback. She would never in a million years thought he would love her as well. She had carried a torch for him, for a long while now, probably even longer than he had, and now she knew that the feelings were mutual. Tears began to well up within her eyes as well. It was something she had always wanted but had never dared ask. Now that she knew he felt the same way, she would let her true feelings be known as well. "I'm been in love with you for a long time Grant, for a long time now. I would've never had imagined that you felt the same." She ended as she caressed his hand lovingly.

"You love me too?" Grant was surprised as much as she was. He didn't think it was the same for her. Never would he had thought she felt the same way as he did for her. There was never a moment that it would occur to him. He always thought it was a one-way street on this express way to Lovesville. Who knew that he was wrong? "Had I known you felt the same way, I would have told you sooner — and there were so many times I wanted to," Grant felt himself laughing through the remnants of his tears, looking at Olivia with a wide smile. "I just can't believe this. We were both in the same place and still we didn't confess," Grant couldn't help but find a laugh or two out of the situation. He and Olivia both felt the same way for each other and both were too afraid to say anything. Gotta love irony.

It was a rather peculiar situation the couple had found themselves in. Both of them actually had feelings for each other, and yet not one of them actually said anything! As Grant started laughing through his tears, Olivia began chuckling along with him as well. The situation they had found themselves in was so ironic that she couldn't help but laugh out loud along with him. She got up from her seat, stepping over next to him, before pulling him up from his seat, giving him a warm hug as she did so. "I'm really glad I'm with you G. I can't imagine life without you. I'm so glad you feel the same way."

"I couldn't either, Liv. I don't even want to think about life without you." Closing his eyes, Grant embraced Olivia. He felt the warmth of her arms around him and he smiled. There was an overwhelming feeling of happiness going through Grant's body right now. In the entire time he has been best friends with her, Grant never felt as close to Olivia as he did at this very moment. Feeling her arms around him, feeling her body lightly snug agianst his. This must be what real love felt like. That feeling of never wanting to leave someone's side. It was something that was relatively new to Grant, yet, as he rested his head on her shoulder, Grant felt as if this was one of the most natural feelings he could ever experience.

Lifting his head up from her shoulder and breaking the hug for a moment, Grant gazed into her beautiful, bluish, almost gray eyes. He had known her to have eyes of a rare shade, but today seemed to make them pop out to him even more. In his mind, he was thinking that here she was, the one person whom he confessed his love to received them back tenfold and now he and her had this moment to do what they wanted. Forget it being in a public space. Grant felt as if that was just a detail that didn't matter, not at the moment it didn't. Grant brought his left hand to her right cheek. For a moment, he was holding his breath, as if anxious about what came next. He then, slowly but steadily, cocked his head slightly and embraced her lips with his own. It was soft and a lot of love went behind it.

The last thing Olivia remembered was being in a hug with Grant. Now, he had pulled her back, caressing her right cheek with his left hand. As his hazel eyes gazed affectionately into her own blue-gray ones, she return the loving gaze to him. Before she even realised what was happening, he brought his lips onto hers, giving her a passionate kiss. It was their first kiss, and all she had to do now was savour the moment, and enjoy the experience.

On the Horizon: A Modern Day God RP

Freyja

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|Name|

Freyja

|Alias(es)|

Valfreya
Mistress of the Slain
Heidi Olsen

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Heterosexual

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Pantheon/Faith|

Norse

|Occupation|

Elementary School Teacher

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|Godly Appearance|

[Used for Reference Only]

Freyja's appearance is one of a mythical nature. She often takes the appearance of a young blonde woman with pale ivory skin with eyes rimmed and outlined in kohl. Her long golden blonde tresses flows freely down the ornately design steel breastplate she wears on her upper torso. A leather corset follows the breastplate, covering her abdomen. A design of Nordic origins can be found engraved prominently on the steel tasset she wears at her waist. The bottom half of her outfit is a billowy skirt resembling the bottom half of a ball dress. Her legs and feet are encased in a set of steel greaves and sabatons. Depending on the situation or her mood, she may decide to wear her hands bare or in a pair of ornately designed steel bracers. Around her neck, she wears the famous necklace known as the Brísingamen. It is a indescribable piece of beauty made out of pure gold bearing one or more pieces of jewels that shone like the morning sun. The jewellery is a popular symbolisation of her brilliance and beauty.

The jewels in the necklace is special and unique to Freyja, linked personally to her, similar to how Mjölnir is uniquely linked to Thor. On her head, she wears a steel helmet ornately design in the same fashion with a pair of grey miniature wings spreading out with its sides. However, those aren't her most prominent feature. As the Goddess of Battle and Mistress of the Slain, she rode among Odin's Valkyries, sporting a set of large enveloping grey falcon wings sprouting from her back. She has a giant boar called Hildisvini which has a mass of glistening golden bristles. In the times of old, she used to ride it into battle, earning the boar the nickname, the Battle Boar. Another alternative mode of transportation is a chariot she has that is pulled by a pair of cats. A goddess can never have too many modes of transportation. The boar and cats are animals closely linked to Freyja and thus all pigs and cats are sacred to her.

|Earthly Appearance|

Standing at 5'6", Heidi's appearance is both equal parts alluring and ravishing. She is a epitome of the word beauty, definitely one would associate a goddess with. Her silky tresses are a shade of golden blonde, extending down to chest level, complimenting perfectly with her lightly-tanned complexion. Their would appear to be neat and clean, perfectly radiant, as if they were spun out of yarns of golden strands. The roots near the top of her head are significantly darker, a darker shade of chocolate brown, with similar colours for her delicately-shaped eyebrows. Her perfectly-shaped oval face comes with a strong jaw and a slightly pointed chin.

Her features are adorned with a pair of almond-shaped eyes that are a gorgeous shade of hazel green, sparkling with an intensity of serenity and determination. They are incredibly striking, and are by far her most prominent facial feature. Her thin but luscious lips rest easily on her face, ready to break into a smile at a moment's notice. Her pert nose is thin and pointed, simply adding to the list of striking features which contributes to a rather comely appearance. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, devoid of any ink or tattoos. She tends to favour a variety of blouses and skirts, with the occasional sun-dresses and smattering of pants.

They are often in pastel colours, those being her colours of choice. Her rather modest clothing is attributed to her profession as a teacher, the school ensuring that all their teachers are dressed to look presentable yet appropriately. The only types of headwears she can seen in are sunhat in the sunny seasons and a visor beanie in the snowy seasons. With her clothing restricted by her profession, Heidi tends to wear as little clothing as she can whenever alone, simply wearing an over-sized shirt over her undergarments.

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|Personality|

Freyja is the goddess that women want to be be and women want to possess. She is completely comfortable in her own independence, her own ferociousness, and her own sexual power. She does not need anyone, but yet desires them all, with a shamelessness that would make a stripper blush. She is her own lady, bringer of love, fertility and mistress of battle and death. Radiant and cheerful, her smiles are ever present and entirely bewitching, especially to those of the opposite sex. One of the most powerful goddesses of the Norse pantheon, her might is similar to that of Thor and her divinity equal to Frigg, Odin's wife. A highly passionate and lustful goddess, she portrays exuberance in ample amounts, and is known for her kindness to all. Freyja loves to judge. Not be mention being picky.

After all, She gets first pick of those slain to enter her beautiful luscious field of a multitude of greens, Fólkvangr, where her majestic afterlife hall, Sessrúmnir, is located. It is that that she treats her chosen exactly like a great host should, with never-ending beverages hot and cold and mouth-watering delicacies. She can be incredibly temperamental, cynical or sarcastic when she wants to, or be on the opposite end of the spectrum, being entirely too sweet and innocent like honey when she wishes to, simply like a flick of a switch.

As a human, Heidi is a much, much subdued version of Freyja, and then some. Her lustfulness and flirtatious demeanour is toned down a considerately lot, but it is still somewhat ingrained into her human personality as well. Heidi still flirts, but no where as much as or as far as Freyja would go. Heidi also retains a set of morals and conduct that makes her quite the contrast compared to Freyja. She, however retains the same kind-heartedness and exuberance from the goddess, and is polite and gracious to boot. Warm and friendly, it is needless to say that she is very much a people person and is extremely sociable. She has a great sense of humour and can often be seen laughing at jokes cracked by other people. She is an optimist and idealistic, a firm believer of hope and positivity.

When it comes to the matters of romance, Heidi differs from Freyja quite a fair bit. The main point being the fact that she prefers to stick to a loyal partner, whereas the goddess desires all and flirts like its nobodies's business. I guess you can say that the two of them are simply two sides of a coin. She is utterly faithful, sticking to a single partner and a real sucker for romance, and it is not uncommon for her to be seen involved in doing romantic things and carrying out other acts of romance for the one she truly fancies and loves.

|Family|

Freyja has two daughters from her late husband, Óðr. Hnoss is the oldest, followed by her young sibling, Gersemi. Due to Hnoss being old Norse, upon being relegated to humans, Freyja decided to give her the name, Hilda. Being Freyja/Heidi's favourite, Gersemi tends to be the more doted upon child, often leaving her older sibling snarky and jealous of her younger sibling. Gersemi is a bubbly ball of exuberance and sunshine, very much like her mother, which could possibly be the reason she loves her so much.

• Hannah
• Gersemi

|Strengths|

• Passionate
• Kind-hearted
• Intelligent
• Charming
• Brave

|Weaknesses|

• Judgemental
• Headstrong
• Cynicism
• Indulgent
• Capricious

|Likes|

• Delicious Food
• Milk
• Children
• Chocolate/Cocoa
• Spring
• Pigs/Piglets
• Romance
• Singing
• PDA

|Dislikes

• Pessimists
• Doom & Gloom
• Bullies
• Disorganisation
• Liars
• Cheaters
• Winter
• Laziness

|History|

In the tales of old, Freyja was born in Vanaheim to a Vanir god, Njörðr. He was father to both deities, Freyr and Freyja. Her father was commonly associated with the sea, seafaring, wind, fishing, wealth, and crop fertility. The world of the gods were dominated by two main groups, the Aesir and and the Vanir. When a pact was signed between the two groups and an alliance was formed, the two groups exchanged hostages, and the Vanir who came to live with the Aesir were Njörðr and his two children, Freyja and Freyr. Freyja grew up to be a stunningly beautiful goddess who rules after her heavenly afterlife field Fólkvangr in Asgard. Within Fólkvangr is her hall, Sessrúmnir, a majestic structure so wide and magnificient, rows and rows of chairs could be placed for the the host of the chosen to dine with never-ending mouth-watering delicacies and beverages. As Goddess of war and death, and Mistress of the slain, Freyja rides together with Valkyries of Odin, having her first pick of the slain, before the other half goes to Odin, the all-father in Valhalla.

It was there in Asgard, that Freyja rose to power. Freyja makes her own choices regarding sexual partners, and shares her favours freely. She eventually grew to the highest rank, second only to Frigg, Odin's wife. Odin's warriors in Valhalla was trained daily to combat the rising danger that is Ragnarok, and Freyja task was equally important. Her duty was to help and guide these warrior-spirits to help her to create life anew in the new world after the battle was done. Not only warriors were permitted though, as various women of nature were also selected by Freyja after their death to join the ever-growing host in the afterlife.

Freyja met her husband, Óðr and two of them had two lovely children. Óðr was a free-spirited individual who loved to travel and go onto adventures on Earth, and often left Freyja and their two young children alone on Asgard. When he went missing and did not return to them, she cried tears of gold, grieving for the loss of him. As a symbol of fertility, Freyja was absent from earth during the autumn and winter seasons, a departure that caused the leaves to fall and earth to wear a mourning cloak of snow.

Despite being a goddess of death, she was never once considered or seen to be a terrifying deity, for her Scandinavian believers knew her more to be one of a sexual nature. As a goddess, she was utterly promiscuous, and engaged herself in alot of affairs, and was well known for her sexual affairs. When she left Asgard, to come down to Earth after the loss of her powers, she decided to leave most of her old persona behind, especially ones of promiscuity. She took on the name of Heidi, and decided on a most faithful and loyal personality. Taking her children along with her, she started a new life, with the traits of her former personality that she loved.

|Opinion on Mortals|

"Ahh..mortals! One life ends and another begins!"

Freyja loves mortals. She treats all of them like her children, watching over them as she overseas their daily activities. She blesses the farming community with her gifts of fertility, when pleas get to her ears, and in days of long past, when wars were fought with swords and the Vikings, she would swoop down on the battlefield, resplendence in abundance, as she selected those who she felt deemed worthy to tread upon her field and halls in the afterlife. Apart from being approachable, she often took an active role in contacting those who needed her help. She was glad to be one of the few goddesses served in almost equal numbers by men and women.

|Theme Song|

If I had a heart – Fever Ray
_{"If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings"}

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|Mortal Skills/Abilities|

As a mortal, Heidi remains able in all manners of combat, and is knowledgeable in the arts of war. Highly proficient in the martial arts known as Karate, she is also no stranger to firearms. Possessing strong leadership skills, she is a natural leader. She also has green fingers, and is exceptionally good in farming and gardening. Because of her sexual nature as a goddess, she is also great in bed.

|Immortal Skills/Abilities|

As a goddess of love, fertility, war and death, Freyja is able to do a wide variety of things within those domains. To the farmers that pray and plead with her, she is able to bless their lands and crops with the gift of fertility, ensuring they get a bountiful harvest. She brings spring and summer into the lands, rain and sunshine, amidst buds and blossoms across the land. As a goddess of war and death, and the mistress of the slain, she is able to retrieve the spirits of those who die, but not of old age or disease, sending those she chooses to her own heavenly domain, away from the clutches of her fellow goddess, Hel. As the one who gets the first pick, she is allowed to be picky, and you can be damn sure she'll pick whoever she wants.

|Favorite Myth|

Thor and Mjölnir

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On the Horizon: A Modern Day God RP

@HalfofLancelot

Facepalm. I always forget that editing in mentions don't work. How is my character? Is she approved?

It's An Awful Life: A Complex Family Reunion Roleplay

@Lady Amalthea To be honest, I've never heard about the cartoon until it was mentioned.

It's An Awful Life: A Complex Family Reunion Roleplay

@GoddessSophia@Lady Amalthea

Well, the reason I chose the name Peter, and even had his nickname as Pete was so that there would be minimal confusion. Doesn't seem to be the case though. Dammnit, lol.

On the Horizon: A Modern Day God RP

@impervious @Symphoni Do you think Freyja would be interested in a friendship trio with Persephone and Anubis? I feel like the three of them would get along very well - shopping, talking about guys, cappuccinos, beach days, etc?

@BreakingMe

I'm fine with that! :)

On the Horizon: A Modern Day God RP

@HalfofLancelot

Finally done with my character!! God, that took forever!

Freyja

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|Name|

Freyja

|Alias(es)|

Valfreya
Mistress of the Slain
Heidi Olsen

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Heterosexual

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Pantheon/Faith|

Norse

|Occupation|

Elementary School Teacher

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|Godly Appearance|

[Used for Reference Only]

Freyja's appearance is one of a mythical nature. She often takes the appearance of a young blonde woman with pale ivory skin with eyes rimmed and outlined in kohl. Her long golden blonde tresses flows freely down the ornately design steel breastplate she wears on her upper torso. A leather corset follows the breastplate, covering her abdomen. A design of Nordic origins can be found engraved prominently on the steel tasset she wears at her waist. The bottom half of her outfit is a billowy skirt resembling the bottom half of a ball dress. Her legs and feet are encased in a set of steel greaves and sabatons. Depending on the situation or her mood, she may decide to wear her hands bare or in a pair of ornately designed steel bracers. Around her neck, she wears the famous necklace known as the Brísingamen. It is a indescribable piece of beauty made out of pure gold bearing one or more pieces of jewels that shone like the morning sun. The jewellery is a popular symbolisation of her brilliance and beauty.

The jewels in the necklace is special and unique to Freyja, linked personally to her, similar to how Mjölnir is uniquely linked to Thor. On her head, she wears a steel helmet ornately design in the same fashion with a pair of grey miniature wings spreading out with its sides. However, those aren't her most prominent feature. As the Goddess of Battle and Mistress of the Slain, she rode among Odin's Valkyries, sporting a set of large enveloping grey falcon wings sprouting from her back. She has a giant boar called Hildisvini which has a mass of glistening golden bristles. In the times of old, she used to ride it into battle, earning the boar the nickname, the Battle Boar. Another alternative mode of transportation is a chariot she has that is pulled by a pair of cats. A goddess can never have too many modes of transportation. The boar and cats are animals closely linked to Freyja and thus all pigs and cats are sacred to her.

|Earthly Appearance|

Standing at 5'6", Heidi's appearance is both equal parts alluring and ravishing. She is a epitome of the word beauty, definitely one would associate a goddess with. Her silky tresses are a shade of golden blonde, extending down to chest level, complimenting perfectly with her lightly-tanned complexion. Their would appear to be neat and clean, perfectly radiant, as if they were spun out of yarns of golden strands. The roots near the top of her head are significantly darker, a darker shade of chocolate brown, with similar colours for her delicately-shaped eyebrows. Her perfectly-shaped oval face comes with a strong jaw and a slightly pointed chin.

Her features are adorned with a pair of almond-shaped eyes that are a gorgeous shade of hazel green, sparkling with an intensity of serenity and determination. They are incredibly striking, and are by far her most prominent facial feature. Her thin but luscious lips rest easily on her face, ready to break into a smile at a moment's notice. Her pert nose is thin and pointed, simply adding to the list of striking features which contributes to a rather comely appearance. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, devoid of any ink or tattoos. She tends to favour a variety of blouses and skirts, with the occasional sun-dresses and smattering of pants.

They are often in pastel colours, those being her colours of choice. Her rather modest clothing is attributed to her profession as a teacher, the school ensuring that all their teachers are dressed to look presentable yet appropriately. The only types of headwears she can seen in are sunhat in the sunny seasons and a visor beanie in the snowy seasons. With her clothing restricted by her profession, Heidi tends to wear as little clothing as she can whenever alone, simply wearing an over-sized shirt over her undergarments.

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|Personality|

Freyja is the goddess that women want to be be and women want to possess. She is completely comfortable in her own independence, her own ferociousness, and her own sexual power. She does not need anyone, but yet desires them all, with a shamelessness that would make a stripper blush. She is her own lady, bringer of love, fertility and mistress of battle and death. Radiant and cheerful, her smiles are ever present and entirely bewitching, especially to those of the opposite sex. One of the most powerful goddesses of the Norse pantheon, her might is similar to that of Thor and her divinity equal to Frigg, Odin's wife. A highly passionate and lustful goddess, she portrays exuberance in ample amounts, and is known for her kindness to all. Freyja loves to judge. Not be mention being picky.

After all, She gets first pick of those slain to enter her beautiful luscious field of a multitude of greens, Fólkvangr, where her majestic afterlife hall, Sessrúmnir, is located. It is that that she treats her chosen exactly like a great host should, with never-ending beverages hot and cold and mouth-watering delicacies. She can be incredibly temperamental, cynical or sarcastic when she wants to, or be on the opposite end of the spectrum, being entirely too sweet and innocent like honey when she wishes to, simply like a flick of a switch.

As a human, Heidi is a much, much subdued version of Freyja, and then some. Her lustfulness and flirtatious demeanour is toned down a considerately lot, but it is still somewhat ingrained into her human personality as well. Heidi still flirts, but no where as much as or as far as Freyja would go. Heidi also retains a set of morals and conduct that makes her quite the contrast compared to Freyja. She, however retains the same kind-heartedness and exuberance from the goddess, and is polite and gracious to boot. Warm and friendly, it is needless to say that she is very much a people person and is extremely sociable. She has a great sense of humour and can often be seen laughing at jokes cracked by other people. She is an optimist and idealistic, a firm believer of hope and positivity.

When it comes to the matters of romance, Heidi differs from Freyja quite a fair bit. The main point being the fact that she prefers to stick to a loyal partner, whereas the goddess desires all and flirts like its nobodies's business. I guess you can say that the two of them are simply two sides of a coin. She is utterly faithful, sticking to a single partner and a real sucker for romance, and it is not uncommon for her to be seen involved in doing romantic things and carrying out other acts of romance for the one she truly fancies and loves.

|Family|

Freyja has two daughters from her late husband, Óðr. Hnoss is the oldest, followed by her young sibling, Gersemi. Due to Hnoss being old Norse, upon being relegated to humans, Freyja decided to give her the name, Hilda. Being Freyja/Heidi's favourite, Gersemi tends to be the more doted upon child, often leaving her older sibling snarky and jealous of her younger sibling. Gersemi is a bubbly ball of exuberance and sunshine, very much like her mother, which could possibly be the reason she loves her so much.

• Hannah
• Gersemi

|Strengths|

• Passionate
• Kind-hearted
• Intelligent
• Charming
• Brave

|Weaknesses|

• Judgemental
• Headstrong
• Cynicism
• Indulgent
• Capricious

|Likes|

• Delicious Food
• Milk
• Children
• Chocolate/Cocoa
• Spring
• Pigs/Piglets
• Romance
• Singing
• PDA

|Dislikes

• Pessimists
• Doom & Gloom
• Bullies
• Disorganisation
• Liars
• Cheaters
• Winter
• Laziness

|History|

In the tales of old, Freyja was born in Vanaheim to a Vanir god, Njörðr. He was father to both deities, Freyr and Freyja. Her father was commonly associated with the sea, seafaring, wind, fishing, wealth, and crop fertility. The world of the gods were dominated by two main groups, the Aesir and and the Vanir. When a pact was signed between the two groups and an alliance was formed, the two groups exchanged hostages, and the Vanir who came to live with the Aesir were Njörðr and his two children, Freyja and Freyr. Freyja grew up to be a stunningly beautiful goddess who rules after her heavenly afterlife field Fólkvangr in Asgard. Within Fólkvangr is her hall, Sessrúmnir, a majestic structure so wide and magnificient, rows and rows of chairs could be placed for the the host of the chosen to dine with never-ending mouth-watering delicacies and beverages. As Goddess of war and death, and Mistress of the slain, Freyja rides together with Valkyries of Odin, having her first pick of the slain, before the other half goes to Odin, the all-father in Valhalla.

It was there in Asgard, that Freyja rose to power. Freyja makes her own choices regarding sexual partners, and shares her favours freely. She eventually grew to the highest rank, second only to Frigg, Odin's wife. Odin's warriors in Valhalla was trained daily to combat the rising danger that is Ragnarok, and Freyja task was equally important. Her duty was to help and guide these warrior-spirits to help her to create life anew in the new world after the battle was done. Not only warriors were permitted though, as various women of nature were also selected by Freyja after their death to join the ever-growing host in the afterlife.

Freyja met her husband, Óðr and two of them had two lovely children. Óðr was a free-spirited individual who loved to travel and go onto adventures on Earth, and often left Freyja and their two young children alone on Asgard. When he went missing and did not return to them, she cried tears of gold, grieving for the loss of him. As a symbol of fertility, Freyja was absent from earth during the autumn and winter seasons, a departure that caused the leaves to fall and earth to wear a mourning cloak of snow.

Despite being a goddess of death, she was never once considered or seen to be a terrifying deity, for her Scandinavian believers knew her more to be one of a sexual nature. As a goddess, she was utterly promiscuous, and engaged herself in alot of affairs, and was well known for her sexual affairs. When she left Asgard, to come down to Earth after the loss of her powers, she decided to leave most of her old persona behind, especially ones of promiscuity. She took on the name of Heidi, and decided on a most faithful and loyal personality. Taking her children along with her, she started a new life, with the traits of her former personality that she loved.

|Opinion on Mortals|

"Ahh..mortals! One life ends and another begins!"

Freyja loves mortals. She treats all of them like her children, watching over them as she overseas their daily activities. She blesses the farming community with her gifts of fertility, when pleas get to her ears, and in days of long past, when wars were fought with swords and the Vikings, she would swoop down on the battlefield, resplendence in abundance, as she selected those who she felt deemed worthy to tread upon her field and halls in the afterlife. Apart from being approachable, she often took an active role in contacting those who needed her help. She was glad to be one of the few goddesses served in almost equal numbers by men and women.

|Theme Song|

If I had a heart – Fever Ray
_{"If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings"}

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|Mortal Skills/Abilities|

As a mortal, Heidi remains able in all manners of combat, and is knowledgeable in the arts of war. Highly proficient in the martial arts known as Karate, she is also no stranger to firearms. Possessing strong leadership skills, she is a natural leader. She also has green fingers, and is exceptionally good in farming and gardening. Because of her sexual nature as a goddess, she is also great in bed.

|Immortal Skills/Abilities|

As a goddess of love, fertility, war and death, Freyja is able to do a wide variety of things within those domains. To the farmers that pray and plead with her, she is able to bless their lands and crops with the gift of fertility, ensuring they get a bountiful harvest. She brings spring and summer into the lands, rain and sunshine, amidst buds and blossoms across the land. As a goddess of war and death, and the mistress of the slain, she is able to retrieve the spirits of those who die, but not of old age or disease, sending those she chooses to her own heavenly domain, away from the clutches of her fellow goddess, Hel. As the one who gets the first pick, she is allowed to be picky, and you can be damn sure she'll pick whoever she wants.

|Favorite Myth|

Thor and Mjölnir

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