Yuria

Yuria : ιn тнe woodѕ ѕoмewнere (updated)

<sub>gib smol bump

sorry for disappearing on some people. my sleeping schedule was scrambled in with my work. now that i feel like i've settled, i'll be contacting everyone over the next day or so to check if they're still interested.</sub>

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

_{ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ // 10.10.2140}

ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ ᴅ ɪ s ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴄ ᴛ

Paradiso has seen nought but rain for a week now; the roads glisten with neon reflections, and the passing crowd wean their way carefully through swelling puddles. The crowd itself was denser than usual, tense and rerouted by the stoic cordoning of Area 9.

The body - left face down in the rainwater - had been barely recognisable as a human. The back of their head had been beaten inwards, and any and all traces of cybernetics had been torn from their flesh. An arm, a chest plate - even the eyes had been plucked from the skull. It was surely a grisly sight for any passerby, but had become no doubt a common one for those among the police. The black market's presence had dwindled for a while following the extraction of thieves within the G.I.C, but even Geiger could not have foretold the extent to which barbarianism would take them.

Such incidents of predation had become a norm, and no one batted an eye toward the cordon, even as they dragged and beat a journalist who perhaps slipped too far in between the officers. Holding their breaths, not a single head dared turn.

As was the case with all strings of terror, folk searched quietly for someone to blame. Fearing punishment for public expression, lone activists took to graffiti, striking MURDERER across few of the many faces of Geiger postered around the city.

Lighter news depicts the release of a new comic book series:

The Yellow Planet

ɢ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ɴ s ᴛ ɪ ᴛ ᴜ ᴛ ᴇ ᴏ ғ ᴄ ʏ ʙ ᴇ ʀ ɴ ᴇ ᴛ ɪ ᴄ s

At the stroke of 5am, the G.I.C uploaded an article to the Databahn Network overviewing a new model of the standard G-10 arm. The final design - titled as the G-10 Sense - presents a supposed new era of cybernetics in which the user is able to experience a realistic sense of touch. The palm of the G-10 Sense is lined with small nodules, each of which able to relay nerve signals to the brain in order to indicate the texture and temperature of a held object.

Though the G-10's design was aimed towards those with lower income, the G-10 sense far outstretches it's availability and has thus far only been reserved by the most prosperous customers of diamond heights.

ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴘ ʏ ʀ ᴇ

At 1:12pm, The Pyre received the following message on its relay:

>> She's just a ghost.
>> Can you save me, brother?

Source cannot be traced. The relay was recorded and noted, but was quickly dismissed as a stray signal.

ᴅ ɪ ᴀ ᴍ ᴏ ɴ ᴅ ʜ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ s

The Sky Tower penthouse suite has reopened for sale following the conclusive investigation of the murder of its previous tenant, Sir Hamish Fitzwilliams. The suite has been described as one of Paradiso's finest, with an immensely hefty price-tag of $21,000,000.

Baron Alberto Lundström has placed a missing person's warrant out for a certain Freja Lundström after a loss of contact.

ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴘ ᴏ ʟ ɪ ᴄ ᴇ

Paradiso's Police Force has had a new face appointed as its Chief. Sergeant Hans Weber has stepped upon the pedestal with a new decree depicting absolute judicial rule - a document stating that the Court of Criminal Justice need no longer perform its hearings to a public jury. The people of Paradiso know not of what is to come from this, but it has no doubt sparked outrage among many.

yuria's rubbish

memes 2

_{ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ // 10.10.2140}

ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ ᴅ ɪ s ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴄ ᴛ

Paradiso has seen nought but rain for a week now; the roads glisten with neon reflections, and the passing crowd wean their way carefully through swelling puddles. The crowd itself was denser than usual, tense and rerouted by the stoic cordoning of Area 9.

The body - left face down in the rainwater - had been barely recognisable as a human. The back of their head had been beaten inwards, and any and all traces of cybernetics had been torn from their flesh. An arm, a chest plate - even the eyes had been plucked from the skull. It was surely a grisly sight for any passerby, but had become no doubt a common one for those among the police. The black market's presence had dwindled for a while following the extraction of thieves within the G.I.C, but even Geiger could not have foretold the extent to which barbarianism would take them.

Such incidents of predation had become a norm, and no one batted an eye toward the cordon, even as they dragged and beat a journalist who perhaps slipped too far in between the officers. Holding their breaths, not a single head dared turn.

As was the case with all strings of terror, folk searched quietly for someone to blame. Fearing punishment for public expression, lone activists took to graffiti, striking MURDERER across few of the many faces of Geiger postered around the city.

Lighter news depicts the release of a new comic book series:

The Yellow Planet

ɢ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ɴ s ᴛ ɪ ᴛ ᴜ ᴛ ᴇ ᴏ ғ ᴄ ʏ ʙ ᴇ ʀ ɴ ᴇ ᴛ ɪ ᴄ s

At the stroke of 5am, the G.I.C uploaded an article to the Databahn Network overviewing a new model of the standard G-10 arm. The final design - titled as the G-10 Sense - presents a supposed new era of cybernetics in which the user is able to experience a realistic sense of touch. The palm of the G-10 Sense is lined with small nodules, each of which able to relay nerve signals to the brain in order to indicate the texture and temperature of a held object.

Though the G-10's design was aimed towards those with lower income, the G-10 sense far outstretches it's availability and has thus far only been reserved by the most prosperous customers of diamond heights.

ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴘ ʏ ʀ ᴇ

At 1:12pm, The Pyre received the following message on its relay:

>> She's just a ghost.
>> Can you save me, brother?

Source cannot be traced. The relay was recorded and noted, but was quickly dismissed as a stray signal.

ᴅ ɪ ᴀ ᴍ ᴏ ɴ ᴅ ʜ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ s

The Sky Tower penthouse suite has reopened for sale following the conclusive investigation of the murder of its previous tenant, Sir Hamish Fitzwilliams. The suite has been described as one of Paradiso's finest, with an immensely hefty price-tag of $21,000,000.

Baron Alberto Lundström has placed a missing person's warrant out for a certain Freja Lundström after a loss of contact.

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

@spencerishere IC coming through when I've finished my work, so either tomorrow morning or afternoon!

@ethanjory @Homosaxophone Very very nice, both accepted

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

@ShovelKnight I love the concept of the UCC - I hadn't thought about having a fight club. Might be tempted to make a character who fits into it. Throw Tariq in the character tab!

@Furiosa If you can, throw yourself in the discord if you need any help/convincing.

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

Freja

^{ｆｒｅｊａ ｌｕｎｄｓｔｒｏｍ}

-̴̢̲̫̟̼̻͖͍̣̘̘̩͚̓̈́̔͆̔̕-̸̢̧̘̮̖̲͚̪̬͍͖̮̹̮̤̇̀̐̚͝͠-̴̛̘̬̰̩̤̆̽͆͑̀̐͌̇̀̔͠-̸̨͕̖̤̦̫̥̥̙͚̌͊͐̽̐͆͂̈́͒̐̓̂͝͝͝͠ͅ-̵̰̰̠͍̹͎͙͖̦͚̩̼͓͕̦͒̔̎̎̈-̴̧̝̳͔̠̪̮̲̗̠̥̬͋̃̊̂̇͜-̸̤̾̇̆̔͝ ̴̧̢̛̠̳̰̟̬̩̲͎͈̜̼̳̹̭͂̄̿͋̓̽̏̿̇̎͘̚u̵̗̗̫̹̺̳̩̘͇͌͒ǹ̷͎̖̤͉̤̭̤͇̦̜͎ͅͅţ̴̨̠̲͍̘͎̗̳̪̩̱͎͐̀̔͊̐̉̎̄̐́̎ơ̸̝̮͉̮̳̾͗͆͋͋̕͘͠ ̷̥̖̻̞̗͍͖̫͔̲͒̆͠t̶̯̺̙͇͍͍̰͚͙̠̆̌̒͘h̶̩̩̠͍̪͒͑͜ẹ̵̱̬̣͗͒̾̈́̓́̎͋̿̽̈́̓̽̀͂̈́ ̸̨̙̹̗̖̤͇͓͍̯͌̈́̈́̊͂̎̊̚͘ͅả̴̧̛̛̺̝͓̒̉́̉̈́̊̓̑͂͊ḃ̷̛͓̟̦͎̞̲̎̈̂̐̉̎͊̃̌͛̈́̎̔̕y̸̢̨̧̧͎͕̤̟̹͇̞͕̫̣̆̒̍̄̑͒̏͗̇̃͝͝s̴̡̢̰̝̞̱͖̹̯̮̺̰͎̭̾̏͝s̴̡̛͎̗͗́͊ ̵̧͕̣̥̰̗̽̊̊͑͛̋͋̂͋̓̈́̌̎͐̚͜͠í̷͈̲͎̦̺̬̯͙̭̫̹̝̲͉̾̊̉̃́̆͠͠ͅ ̸̢͇̻̠̼͓͍̩̝̫͖̞͖̞͌͝ẅ̶̧̛͎̜̥̈͛̐̓̆̾̇̀̓̚͘͘ͅi̵̛̝̮̜͉̟̼͍͆͑͐́͊͌̐͘͝l̴̡̳͖̝̦̹̤͇̮͓͎͔̪͚̍͗͆̌̽̇̈́̌̿̌̃͜ͅl̵͉̻̗̝͐̇̊̀͌̔ ̷̨̡̣̖̬͚̮̲̖̈́̋͐͛͝r̶̡̻̜̺͆́̄̈́͋̒̾̓͝ṵ̸̈́̆̓̆͑̈́͂̑͘̚ń̸̨̹̥̠͚̻̜̗̪̙̦̬͗͒̉̒̐̉̒̽̔̀̓̂̚͝ͅͅ ̴̺̐͊͐̆͂̉͘͜-̵̳̲̫͙̣̓͐͒̐͒̈̾̍̀̏͛̋͋-̷̞̰̼̖͉͒̏̋̅-̸͖͉̤̱͎͇͔͂̅͗̓͋̿̓͋͘ͅ-̴͙̟̙̭̥̃͋̈́̏̐̀̇̇̂̅͊̂̚͜-̶̡̨̡̞͖̟͈̳͔̗̖͔̙̔̐-̸͍̬̭̫̠̠̩̮̬̭̞̓͗̾̌̈-̷̲͚̯̦̜̖̣͎̊͆

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╕ Name:

╖Freya Lundström

╕ Age:

╖ 20

╕ Gender:

╖ Female

╕ Nationality:

╖ Swedish

╕ Occupation:

╖ Shop assistant at Bobby's Wares. Freelance security saboteur. Freja holds extensive knowledge of common security systems in both physical and digital formats, and as such is frequently hired to open the gates of dubious operations. Her clientele remain strictly anonymous by her own choice - she perhaps does not wish to know what their goals are. To maintain her place amongst the common folk, she works six days a week at a small general store in the Lower District. Freja's most common contracts include:

→ Security Shut-offs
→ Datamining
→ Hard Resetting
→ Doxxing
→ System Overloading

╕ Place of Residence:

╖ Apartment 12b, The Complex. The second floor apartment is far from safe and leaves little to brag about, but the haystack location proved it to be ideal in Freja's eyes.

╕ Cybernetics:

╖ Retina Shields. Being born with albinism, Freja received a pair of experimental eye implants for free at the age of sixteen. These implants are tiny and do absolutely nothing besides shield her exposed retinas from sore lighting.

╕ Bio:

╖ Freja has never been known to speak about her upbringing. Databahn records state that she was born on December 21 in the Diamond Children's Hospital, and that her mother's name was Alma Karlsson. She claims to know nothing of her mother, and simply recalls her father as being "a bad man" when questioned about him. The Diamond School register lists no trusted guardian above her name, and states that she dropped out of education at the age of fourteen.

This was not entirely true however, as she had in fact by choice descended from on-high to merge with the common populace. Her father - out of obligation - provided her with cheap housing amongst The Complex, relieving himself of the nuisance child. She finished school amongst the children of the Lower District, who often subjected her to torment due to the oddity of her complexion. Extreme social bounds caused the girl to retreat away from cliques, and she has grown to be a dry, bitter individual.

During education, her choice of study resided within information technology. Her first tampering with a security BIOS occurred at the age of fifteen, wherein she activated the cloakroom sprinklers out of pure spite towards her classmates.

Rumours of her childlike revenge flew quickly, and following the passing of a few months she was approached by a stranger claiming to be from The Underpass. They asked her whether her tinkering was mere luck, or if she might be able to repeat what she did; this time on a camera system in an underground parking lot. Her trial ended in success, and Freja has since catered for countless clients, each from a different organisation within the city. She has never once asked for reasoning, though she often fears the reactions of gangs should they feel double-crossed.

Having stemmed from her dubious doings, Freja displays blatant distrust and dry indifference to those around her. She is known to be avoiding and reclusive, and has cheap hatred towards people looking over her shoulder. Her detection of sarcasm is dull, and her sense of humour leaves a few things to be desired.

Alexei

^{ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ ɢᴜsᴋᴏᴠ}

Алты́нного во́ра ве́шают, а полти́нного че́ствуют.

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╕ Name:

╖Alexei Guskov

╕ Age:

╖ 51

╕ Gender:

╖ Male

╕ Nationality:

╖ Russian

╕ Occupation:

╖ Geiger Corp. Senior Surgeon, Cybernetics Specialist. Alexei holds a PhD in medicine and neurology and is a fully qualified and highly experienced surgeon. Since his incorporation in Geiger's field at the age of twenty, he has developed extensive knowledge on all modern cybernetics.

╕ Place of Residence:

╖ Grove Apartment, Fifth Tower. Fifth Tower is one of the middle-grounds between The Complex and Diamond Heights, and serves as home to those who have the currency to spare on luxuries.

╕ Cybernetics:

╖ None. For a man obsessed with cybernetic experimentation, he has never once considered having them applied to himself. Perhaps he is overly conscious of his own doings.

╕ Bio:

╖ Alexei Guskov, thrice married, thrice divorced. Alexei's love only extends as far as his scalpel, and even his commitment to his only daughter Gustava is only that of obligation. His fascination with perfection has haunted him since a young age, and his experimental desires were made true by his outstanding academics and knowledge of numbers. He holds great and true respect for his father, who preceded him as an orthopaedic surgeon.

Doctor Guskov was inserted into the Giger Institute of Cybernetics following his graduation in medicine, and he pursued his degree in neurology alongside his work as a surgical assistant. It was around this time that his regard for human life began to dry, and his desire for uniform perfection became increasingly toxic. Fascinated by his work, the head board within the G.I.C did little to hold off Alexei's experiments, seeing no harm in the use of cadavers and volunteers. His promotions ultimately led to him taking charge of cybernetic surgeries, meaning that he is responsible for installing and tweaking a large number of implants and augments.

A conversation with Alexei reveals much about the man's mind, in that his perfectionist mind might always judge that which lies before his eyes. He resents Americans, and seems think bitterly towards women. When asked about his affiliations with the G.I.C, he often states that his grandfathers would turn in their graves, should they see him working for the Germans.

Alexei has a dog named Yuli.

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

y'all can start dropping characters in the character's tab

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

@spencerishere thank thank, go forth and join my child

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

Alexei

^{ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ ɢᴜsᴋᴏᴠ}

Алты́нного во́ра ве́шают, а полти́нного че́ствуют.

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╕ Name:

╖Alexei Guskov

╕ Age:

╖ 51

╕ Gender:

╖ Male

╕ Nationality:

╖ Russian

╕ Occupation:

╖ Geiger Corp. Senior Surgeon, Cybernetics Specialist. Alexei holds a PhD in medicine and neurology and is a fully qualified and highly experienced surgeon. Since his incorporation in Geiger's field at the age of twenty, he has developed extensive knowledge on all modern cybernetics.

╕ Place of Residence:

╖ Grove Apartment, Fifth Tower. Fifth Tower is one of the middle-grounds between The Complex and Diamond Heights, and serves as home to those who have the currency to spare on luxuries.

╕ Cybernetics:

╖ None. For a man obsessed with cybernetic experimentation, he has never once considered having them applied to himself. Perhaps he is overly conscious of his own doings.

╕ Bio:

╖ Alexei Guskov, thrice married, thrice divorced. Alexei's love only extends as far as his scalpel, and even his commitment to his only daughter Gustava is only that of obligation. His fascination with perfection has haunted him since a young age, and his experimental desires were made true by his outstanding academics and knowledge of numbers. He holds great and true respect for his father, who preceded him as an orthopaedic surgeon.

Doctor Guskov was inserted into the Giger Institute of Cybernetics following his graduation in medicine, and he pursued his degree in neurology alongside his work as a surgical assistant. It was around this time that his regard for human life began to dry, and his desire for uniform perfection became increasingly toxic. Fascinated by his work, the head board within the G.I.C did little to hold off Alexei's experiments, seeing no harm in the use of cadavers and volunteers. His promotions ultimately led to him taking charge of cybernetic surgeries, meaning that he is responsible for installing and tweaking a large number of implants and augments.

A conversation with Alexei reveals much about the man's mind, in that his perfectionist mind might always judge that which lies before his eyes. He resents Americans, and seems think bitterly towards women. When asked about his affiliations with the G.I.C, he often states that his grandfathers would turn in their graves, should they see him working for the Germans.

Alexei has a dog named Yuli.

unfinished character 2 of 2

yuria's rubbish

Freja

^{ｆｒｅｊａ ｌｕｎｄｓｔｒｏｍ}

-̴̢̲̫̟̼̻͖͍̣̘̘̩͚̓̈́̔͆̔̕-̸̢̧̘̮̖̲͚̪̬͍͖̮̹̮̤̇̀̐̚͝͠-̴̛̘̬̰̩̤̆̽͆͑̀̐͌̇̀̔͠-̸̨͕̖̤̦̫̥̥̙͚̌͊͐̽̐͆͂̈́͒̐̓̂͝͝͝͠ͅ-̵̰̰̠͍̹͎͙͖̦͚̩̼͓͕̦͒̔̎̎̈-̴̧̝̳͔̠̪̮̲̗̠̥̬͋̃̊̂̇͜-̸̤̾̇̆̔͝ ̴̧̢̛̠̳̰̟̬̩̲͎͈̜̼̳̹̭͂̄̿͋̓̽̏̿̇̎͘̚u̵̗̗̫̹̺̳̩̘͇͌͒ǹ̷͎̖̤͉̤̭̤͇̦̜͎ͅͅţ̴̨̠̲͍̘͎̗̳̪̩̱͎͐̀̔͊̐̉̎̄̐́̎ơ̸̝̮͉̮̳̾͗͆͋͋̕͘͠ ̷̥̖̻̞̗͍͖̫͔̲͒̆͠t̶̯̺̙͇͍͍̰͚͙̠̆̌̒͘h̶̩̩̠͍̪͒͑͜ẹ̵̱̬̣͗͒̾̈́̓́̎͋̿̽̈́̓̽̀͂̈́ ̸̨̙̹̗̖̤͇͓͍̯͌̈́̈́̊͂̎̊̚͘ͅả̴̧̛̛̺̝͓̒̉́̉̈́̊̓̑͂͊ḃ̷̛͓̟̦͎̞̲̎̈̂̐̉̎͊̃̌͛̈́̎̔̕y̸̢̨̧̧͎͕̤̟̹͇̞͕̫̣̆̒̍̄̑͒̏͗̇̃͝͝s̴̡̢̰̝̞̱͖̹̯̮̺̰͎̭̾̏͝s̴̡̛͎̗͗́͊ ̵̧͕̣̥̰̗̽̊̊͑͛̋͋̂͋̓̈́̌̎͐̚͜͠í̷͈̲͎̦̺̬̯͙̭̫̹̝̲͉̾̊̉̃́̆͠͠ͅ ̸̢͇̻̠̼͓͍̩̝̫͖̞͖̞͌͝ẅ̶̧̛͎̜̥̈͛̐̓̆̾̇̀̓̚͘͘ͅi̵̛̝̮̜͉̟̼͍͆͑͐́͊͌̐͘͝l̴̡̳͖̝̦̹̤͇̮͓͎͔̪͚̍͗͆̌̽̇̈́̌̿̌̃͜ͅl̵͉̻̗̝͐̇̊̀͌̔ ̷̨̡̣̖̬͚̮̲̖̈́̋͐͛͝r̶̡̻̜̺͆́̄̈́͋̒̾̓͝ṵ̸̈́̆̓̆͑̈́͂̑͘̚ń̸̨̹̥̠͚̻̜̗̪̙̦̬͗͒̉̒̐̉̒̽̔̀̓̂̚͝ͅͅ ̴̺̐͊͐̆͂̉͘͜-̵̳̲̫͙̣̓͐͒̐͒̈̾̍̀̏͛̋͋-̷̞̰̼̖͉͒̏̋̅-̸͖͉̤̱͎͇͔͂̅͗̓͋̿̓͋͘ͅ-̴͙̟̙̭̥̃͋̈́̏̐̀̇̇̂̅͊̂̚͜-̶̡̨̡̞͖̟͈̳͔̗̖͔̙̔̐-̸͍̬̭̫̠̠̩̮̬̭̞̓͗̾̌̈-̷̲͚̯̦̜̖̣͎̊͆

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╕ Name:

╖Freya Lundström

╕ Age:

╖ 20

╕ Gender:

╖ Female

╕ Nationality:

╖ Swedish

╕ Occupation:

╖ Shop assistant at Bobby's Wares. Freelance security saboteur. Freja holds extensive knowledge of common security systems in both physical and digital formats, and as such is frequently hired to open the gates of dubious operations. Her clientele remain strictly anonymous by her own choice - she perhaps does not wish to know what their goals are. To maintain her place amongst the common folk, she works six days a week at a small general store in the Lower District. Freja's most common contracts include:

→ Security Shut-offs
→ Datamining
→ Hard Resetting
→ Doxxing
→ System Overloading

╕ Place of Residence:

╖ Apartment 12b, The Complex. The second floor apartment is far from safe and leaves little to brag about, but the haystack location proved it to be ideal in Freja's eyes.

╕ Cybernetics:

╖ Retina Shields. Being born with albinism, Freja received a pair of experimental eye implants for free at the age of sixteen. These implants are tiny and do absolutely nothing besides shield her exposed retinas from sore lighting.

╕ Bio:

╖ Freja has never been known to speak about her upbringing. Databahn records state that she was born on December 21 in the Diamond Children's Hospital, and that her mother's name was Alma Karlsson. She claims to know nothing of her mother, and simply recalls her father as being "a bad man" when questioned about him. The Diamond School register lists no trusted guardian above her name, and states that she dropped out of education at the age of fourteen.

This was not entirely true however, as she had in fact by choice descended from on-high to merge with the common populace. Her father - out of obligation - provided her with cheap housing amongst The Complex, relieving himself of the nuisance child. She finished school amongst the children of the Lower District, who often subjected her to torment due to the oddity of her complexion. Extreme social bounds caused the girl to retreat away from cliques, and she has grown to be a dry, bitter individual.

During education, her choice of study resided within information technology. Her first tampering with a security BIOS occurred at the age of fifteen, wherein she activated the cloakroom sprinklers out of pure spite towards her classmates.

Rumours of her childlike revenge flew quickly, and following the passing of a few months she was approached by a stranger claiming to be from The Underpass. They asked her whether her tinkering was mere luck, or if she might be able to repeat what she did; this time on a camera system in an underground parking lot. Her trial ended in success, and Freja has since catered for countless clients, each from a different organisation within the city. She has never once asked for reasoning, though she often fears the reactions of gangs should they feel double-crossed.

Having stemmed from her dubious doings, Freja displays blatant distrust and dry indifference to those around her. She is known to be avoiding and reclusive, and has cheap hatred towards people looking over her shoulder. Her detection of sarcasm is dull, and her sense of humour leaves a few things to be desired.