Freyja
(#53760824)
Level 10 Gaoler
Familiar
Umbra Wolf
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Gaoler
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.69 m
Wingspan
4.63 m
Weight
9435.75 kg
Genetics
Purple
Phantom (Gaoler)
Phantom (Gaoler)
Orchid
Spirit (Gaoler)
Spirit (Gaoler)
Lead
Weathered (Gaoler)
Weathered (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Gaoler
EXP: 937 / 27676
STR
21
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
12
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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» F R E Y J A «
Wolf Mother |
"Let the hunt begin!"
- Took Agnar and Karuk as her charges as a guardian and retains this instinct even as a gaoler
- Can't speak the ancient tongue of Shal'anir despite being a gaoler, but is trying to get Aer to teach her
- Once she gets the hang of it, she begins to join Aerowyn when he sings ancient hymns - he's very proud of her
- Has a tendency to randomly throw down with her brothers, starting all-out brawls anywhere and everywhere. Difficult to tell when they're having fun or actually trying to beat one another
- The jewel in her mother's eye
- Agnar often fondly calls her 'pup'
- Voice reference is 0:00-3:45 for both her and Aerowyn here
- Theme: Norupo
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» Biography
Once a pitifully small guardian who was easily steamrolled by her brothers, Freyja looks nothing like how she hatched. While once, when she sparred with her brothers, Freyja would very quickly find herself on the defensive and struggling to hold her ground, now she can go against the pair of them and come out relatively unscathed. Barely smaller than her brothers, Freyja appears in the same form as the protectors of the old order of Shal'anir; a gaoler of the Icewarden's design but of the Shadowbinder's blood. This was not a natural occurrence, of course, for Freyja was never even supposed to know of the gaolers, let alone find out exactly how to become one, but she knew of both and, with that, made up her mind almost instantly. The form of a guardian never pleased her - she was too cumbersome, she fought too similarly to her brothers, and her scales felt too harsh. Now, she revels in this new form, and is strangely at home in a body that should never have been hers. Freyja is a true huntress. In a form much more primal than her old one, Freyja finds she can better understand the lands she calls home, and can even be seen to hunt beside two large umbra wolves - the two beasts answering to her call as readily as they would one of their own. For days at a time Freyja can disappear into the Tangled Wood, running with her two wolves and revelling in the thrill of the hunt and the scent of blood on the air. It keeps her alive, sharpens her senses, and truly makes her feel alive. Despite being one of the Shaded Behemoth's children, Freyja doesn't always remain within the tree's shadow. Yet, the gaoler knows exactly where home is and, at the end of the day, will always return to her birthplace. |
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 APPEARANCE Shaggy-coated and not much smaller than her guardian brother, Agnar, Freyja is a fierce dragoness with a body to match. She has a stern expression, a curled lip in the face of strangers, and her eyes burn with the underlying ferocity she hatched with. She does possess some light scarring on her muzzle on account of throwing herself headfirst (literally) at the prey she hunts. |
PERSONALITY Coming across as rambunctious with a loud, stern tone of voice and crude vocabulary, Freyja means no harm with this way of acting. She grew up with all brothers, two of which being her idols almost above her own mother, and has simply picked up the traits to match. She is very friendly to those who know her, often throwing around jovial insults as a way of poking gentle fun. |
COMPANIONS Freyja is rarely seen without her two umbra wolves, with them either right by her side and making themselves known, or playing within the gaoler's shadow. Already prideful in her stance with her head raised high, the presence of her two companions gives Freyja even more the air of a potent huntress. If the umbra wolves are spotted without their mistress, it's wise to be wary, for they are her eyes. |
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The Deal «
"You want me to get you what now?" Aer practically squawked, the normally calm and collected Pearlcatcher caught off-guard by Freyja's request.
"You heard me," the little shadow guardian said with a scowl, stomping her foot for emphasis. "I want to become a gaoler. I know they exist. I've read all about them. I know what they're like, what they do, their purpose, their entire reason for being. I know there's a ritual to complete that allows a dragon to take their appearance. I want to become one."
Aer stared down at the young dragoness, so incredulous in her request yet so fiercely determined. "How did you find out about the gaolers? The chosen of Shal'anir hid every record of them to ensure prying dragons such as yourself wouldn't find out about them!"
Freyja's expression broke into a confident grin - a trickster's grin. "Ha, I knew you knew about them!" She exclaimed, stomping her foot again and flapping her wings in excitement. "You said you didn't know about them - I knew you were lying!"
"Well- I-" Aer spluttered, seemingly still caught off guard. He then narrowed his eyes, crouched down on his pedestal and pointed an accusing claw at the little dragon causing him so much grief. "You're a brat, you know that? You're lucky your mother is so useful to our cause, or else I'd cut you down myself for prying through such forbidden documents."
Freyja simply continued to smile at him; she was a shadow dragon through-and-through. "I know, and I know you can get me what I want. Since my mother is so useful to your 'cause', you won't refuse me."
"Oh you little--" Aer looked about ready to jump down from his pedestal and scare the guardian off, but he quickly lent back and took a steadying breath to calm himself from doing anything too brash. The decision he was possibly about to make would be enough of that.
"You do realise I can't just up and get you what you need for the ritual, right?" Aer questioned, tilting his chin upwards and looking down at the dragon before him. "Especially if there's not something in it for me."
That was when Freyja's grin only grew, getting to the point Aer was certain her face was practically in half. "Way ahead of you, old man.~" Before the mottled Pearlcatcher could even begin to berate her for the blatant disrespect of someone in his position, Freyja revealed something she knew was of immediate value to him.
A single scroll bound in twine and sealed with the silver ichor of Shal'anir.
Knowledge. Freyja knew Aer was something of a bookworm, with his high reverence of history going hand-in-hand with an innate desire to learn anything about everything. She knew he spent hours researching spells, other clans, bonds, treaties, and even war plans, all in a desperate bid to protect his home and complete his duty to the best of his ability.
The way Aer's eyes suddenly widened at the sight of the scroll and his claws twitched with anticipation told Freyja she now had the upper hand.
"It's the entire history of the existence of gaolers. I know you have scrolls similar, but this one is special." Freyja placed the scroll between them, watching as Aer slowly crawled down from his pedestal and stopped a few paces before her, claws now clicking with the desire to pick up the scroll and take in all it had to offer. Before he could get too close, Freyja swiped it back under her wing, her facial fins splayed and tail wagging at the sight of Aer's expression when she took it away. This was too good.
"Where did you get that?" Aer questioned, voice giving way to a strange hiss of irritation as he looked to Freyja. "I thought I had everything on them."
The shadow guardian chuckled, enjoying herself way too much. "Clearly not, and I'm obviously not going to just tell you the name of my.. benefactor. Unless, of course, you can get me everything I need for that ritual and help me perform it."
Aer looked between Freyja and the scroll in her paws, his expression becoming more and more torn with every second. He was absolutely breaking clan law by doing this, but-- gaolers were powerful, and he was curious to see what would happen if a dragon completely unrelated by bloodline and flight became one. It was risky, Freyja could possibly die in the process, but he had no doubt she knew that. Plus, he really wanted that scroll and the name of her supposed 'benefactor'.
"I'll do it."
Freyja's expression brightened and she paddled her back feet in excitement. She was practically shaking. "You will?"
Aer was clearly displeased with the sheer excitement Freyja expressed and shot her a foul look to stop the incessant stepping she was doing. "Yes, but only if you give me the scroll and the name of that benefactor of yours, alongside any and all contact information I may need."
The young dragon bobbed her head so quickly Aer feared it might fall off entirely. It would certainly save him a lot of hassle if it had. "Of course, of course! Thank you so much, Aer, I owe you one!" Freyja held out the scroll, which Aer took with a look of glee in his eye that he tried to hide. "Let me know when you have everything!"
The pearlcatcher sneered, a foul expression, but it quickly fell as he opened up the scroll and quickly scanned the contents to see what he'd secured himself. To his abject horror, there was nothing on the scroll but a crudely drawn gaoler in black ink with the words 'got you!' scrawled in the corner. There was then an arrow pointing to the picture, aptly labelled 'this will be me!'
"Freyja!" Aer barked, gaze seething as he looked up - only to see the little guardian waving a second scroll, no doubt the one with the information, at him as she bolted out the room. A shadow dragon through-and-through.
"Get me what I want, old man, and I'll give it to you!"
"She got you good, didn't she?"
Aer scowled at Sekk, his displeasure at being tricked by a shadow dragon in a way that he should have seen coming mingling with his outright disdain for the ebon Skydancer and creating a particularly foul expression.
Sekk didn't need an answer, for Aer's silence on the matter told him all he needed to know, and it was with a low clicking sound of what could only have been amusement that he extended a wickedly-clawed talon and gestured for the scroll Aer had been given. "Let me see."
Aer breathed out a low growl as he deposited the scroll into Sekk's grip. "It's not funny."
"I'll be the judge of that." The skydancer sat back on his haunches as he unfurled the scroll (which was a very good replica, to Freyja's credit) and regarded the contents inside. For a moment, he was silent, eyes narrowing as he saw what Aer had been given in place of the knowledge he craved.
"It's bad, isn't it?" Aer said with a sigh and visible dropping of the shoulders, gazing off into the distance and looking anywhere other than Sekk.
For a moment, Sekk said nothing. Then, quietly at first, but slowly rising in volume, a strange warbling sound came from his throat. it came out in long hisses of air, segmented in bursts, and at first Aer thought the old dragon to be coughing, or choking on something. However, when he looked over, he could see Sekk's whole frame shaking and a paw on the ground to steady himself. He fell quiet for a moment, looked at Aer, and then again the sounds came forth, albeit much louder this time.
Sekk was laughing at him. Laughing.
"It's not funny!" Aer repeated, huffing at the other. If he didn't like him before, he really didn't now. His laughter was probably the only thing more horrific than the trick Freyja had pulled on him and he'd have done the ritual free of charge if it meant never hearing that sound again.
"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met!" Sekk chortled, waving a paw at him and motioning to the scroll. His blue eyes, usually so cold, were oddly merry. "She offered to give a scroll of-- And you thought-- By Shal'anir, Aer!"
Aer growled, snapping at Sekk and knocking him upside the jaw. "You'd have fallen for it, too, if she'd been offering bones or something."
The blow did little more than make Sekk laugh even harder. He was holding his stomach now, having to take deep, gasping breaths to try and control himself. "I-- The queen is going to have your head. I can't wait to see her face when you explain to her what you've agreed to!"
The mottled pearlcatcher suddenly froze. In his eagerness, he had completely forgotten about their queen, but the Deathsayer had a point. Vesper wasn't going to be impressed; Phalanx's brood, even if she weren't close to the mother guardian herself, was highly influential within Shal'air and part of her core protection. If one of them died, being cast out would be the least of his concerns.
"Oh no."
"You want me to get you what now?" Aer practically squawked, the normally calm and collected Pearlcatcher caught off-guard by Freyja's request.
"You heard me," the little shadow guardian said with a scowl, stomping her foot for emphasis. "I want to become a gaoler. I know they exist. I've read all about them. I know what they're like, what they do, their purpose, their entire reason for being. I know there's a ritual to complete that allows a dragon to take their appearance. I want to become one."
Aer stared down at the young dragoness, so incredulous in her request yet so fiercely determined. "How did you find out about the gaolers? The chosen of Shal'anir hid every record of them to ensure prying dragons such as yourself wouldn't find out about them!"
Freyja's expression broke into a confident grin - a trickster's grin. "Ha, I knew you knew about them!" She exclaimed, stomping her foot again and flapping her wings in excitement. "You said you didn't know about them - I knew you were lying!"
"Well- I-" Aer spluttered, seemingly still caught off guard. He then narrowed his eyes, crouched down on his pedestal and pointed an accusing claw at the little dragon causing him so much grief. "You're a brat, you know that? You're lucky your mother is so useful to our cause, or else I'd cut you down myself for prying through such forbidden documents."
Freyja simply continued to smile at him; she was a shadow dragon through-and-through. "I know, and I know you can get me what I want. Since my mother is so useful to your 'cause', you won't refuse me."
"Oh you little--" Aer looked about ready to jump down from his pedestal and scare the guardian off, but he quickly lent back and took a steadying breath to calm himself from doing anything too brash. The decision he was possibly about to make would be enough of that.
"You do realise I can't just up and get you what you need for the ritual, right?" Aer questioned, tilting his chin upwards and looking down at the dragon before him. "Especially if there's not something in it for me."
That was when Freyja's grin only grew, getting to the point Aer was certain her face was practically in half. "Way ahead of you, old man.~" Before the mottled Pearlcatcher could even begin to berate her for the blatant disrespect of someone in his position, Freyja revealed something she knew was of immediate value to him.
A single scroll bound in twine and sealed with the silver ichor of Shal'anir.
Knowledge. Freyja knew Aer was something of a bookworm, with his high reverence of history going hand-in-hand with an innate desire to learn anything about everything. She knew he spent hours researching spells, other clans, bonds, treaties, and even war plans, all in a desperate bid to protect his home and complete his duty to the best of his ability.
The way Aer's eyes suddenly widened at the sight of the scroll and his claws twitched with anticipation told Freyja she now had the upper hand.
"It's the entire history of the existence of gaolers. I know you have scrolls similar, but this one is special." Freyja placed the scroll between them, watching as Aer slowly crawled down from his pedestal and stopped a few paces before her, claws now clicking with the desire to pick up the scroll and take in all it had to offer. Before he could get too close, Freyja swiped it back under her wing, her facial fins splayed and tail wagging at the sight of Aer's expression when she took it away. This was too good.
"Where did you get that?" Aer questioned, voice giving way to a strange hiss of irritation as he looked to Freyja. "I thought I had everything on them."
The shadow guardian chuckled, enjoying herself way too much. "Clearly not, and I'm obviously not going to just tell you the name of my.. benefactor. Unless, of course, you can get me everything I need for that ritual and help me perform it."
Aer looked between Freyja and the scroll in her paws, his expression becoming more and more torn with every second. He was absolutely breaking clan law by doing this, but-- gaolers were powerful, and he was curious to see what would happen if a dragon completely unrelated by bloodline and flight became one. It was risky, Freyja could possibly die in the process, but he had no doubt she knew that. Plus, he really wanted that scroll and the name of her supposed 'benefactor'.
"I'll do it."
Freyja's expression brightened and she paddled her back feet in excitement. She was practically shaking. "You will?"
Aer was clearly displeased with the sheer excitement Freyja expressed and shot her a foul look to stop the incessant stepping she was doing. "Yes, but only if you give me the scroll and the name of that benefactor of yours, alongside any and all contact information I may need."
The young dragon bobbed her head so quickly Aer feared it might fall off entirely. It would certainly save him a lot of hassle if it had. "Of course, of course! Thank you so much, Aer, I owe you one!" Freyja held out the scroll, which Aer took with a look of glee in his eye that he tried to hide. "Let me know when you have everything!"
The pearlcatcher sneered, a foul expression, but it quickly fell as he opened up the scroll and quickly scanned the contents to see what he'd secured himself. To his abject horror, there was nothing on the scroll but a crudely drawn gaoler in black ink with the words 'got you!' scrawled in the corner. There was then an arrow pointing to the picture, aptly labelled 'this will be me!'
"Freyja!" Aer barked, gaze seething as he looked up - only to see the little guardian waving a second scroll, no doubt the one with the information, at him as she bolted out the room. A shadow dragon through-and-through.
"Get me what I want, old man, and I'll give it to you!"
"She got you good, didn't she?"
Aer scowled at Sekk, his displeasure at being tricked by a shadow dragon in a way that he should have seen coming mingling with his outright disdain for the ebon Skydancer and creating a particularly foul expression.
Sekk didn't need an answer, for Aer's silence on the matter told him all he needed to know, and it was with a low clicking sound of what could only have been amusement that he extended a wickedly-clawed talon and gestured for the scroll Aer had been given. "Let me see."
Aer breathed out a low growl as he deposited the scroll into Sekk's grip. "It's not funny."
"I'll be the judge of that." The skydancer sat back on his haunches as he unfurled the scroll (which was a very good replica, to Freyja's credit) and regarded the contents inside. For a moment, he was silent, eyes narrowing as he saw what Aer had been given in place of the knowledge he craved.
"It's bad, isn't it?" Aer said with a sigh and visible dropping of the shoulders, gazing off into the distance and looking anywhere other than Sekk.
For a moment, Sekk said nothing. Then, quietly at first, but slowly rising in volume, a strange warbling sound came from his throat. it came out in long hisses of air, segmented in bursts, and at first Aer thought the old dragon to be coughing, or choking on something. However, when he looked over, he could see Sekk's whole frame shaking and a paw on the ground to steady himself. He fell quiet for a moment, looked at Aer, and then again the sounds came forth, albeit much louder this time.
Sekk was laughing at him. Laughing.
"It's not funny!" Aer repeated, huffing at the other. If he didn't like him before, he really didn't now. His laughter was probably the only thing more horrific than the trick Freyja had pulled on him and he'd have done the ritual free of charge if it meant never hearing that sound again.
"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met!" Sekk chortled, waving a paw at him and motioning to the scroll. His blue eyes, usually so cold, were oddly merry. "She offered to give a scroll of-- And you thought-- By Shal'anir, Aer!"
Aer growled, snapping at Sekk and knocking him upside the jaw. "You'd have fallen for it, too, if she'd been offering bones or something."
The blow did little more than make Sekk laugh even harder. He was holding his stomach now, having to take deep, gasping breaths to try and control himself. "I-- The queen is going to have your head. I can't wait to see her face when you explain to her what you've agreed to!"
The mottled pearlcatcher suddenly froze. In his eagerness, he had completely forgotten about their queen, but the Deathsayer had a point. Vesper wasn't going to be impressed; Phalanx's brood, even if she weren't close to the mother guardian herself, was highly influential within Shal'air and part of her core protection. If one of them died, being cast out would be the least of his concerns.
"Oh no."
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- Took Agnar and Karuk as her charges as a guardian and retains this instinct even as a gaoler
- Can't speak the ancient tongue of Shal'anir despite being a gaoler, but is trying to get Aer to teach her
- Once she gets the hang of it, she begins to join Aerowyn when he sings ancient hymns - he's very proud of her
- Has a tendency to randomly throw down with her brothers, starting all-out brawls anywhere and everywhere. Difficult to tell when they're having fun or actually trying to beat one another
- The jewel in her mother's eye
- Agnar often fondly calls her 'pup'
- Voice reference is 0:00-3:45 for both her and Aerowyn here
- Theme: Norupo
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