POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence, mentions of death, PTSD, and blood. (This snippet delves a little into Freya's traumatic past)




"Helloooooo? Earth to Freya... anyone home?" A soft voice called through the scattered rumbling of distant conversation. Freya blinked, eyes focusing out of the haze she had found herself in for the moment. An apologetic smile made its way to her lips, but it was fleeting, quickly replaced by a slightly confused frown.

"Sorry, Cav. I don't know where I was. Trapped in my own mind, I guess." She told him softly. It was a common occurrence these days. More and more, Freya found herself dissociating from reality and into another place. Somewhere else. Truth be told, it was almost as if she was in a dreamy-haze, unable to distinguish her dreams from reality at times. They had taken on such a real and familiar hue as of late. Perhaps she was simply going crazy.

Soft conversation made for a steady low hum in the diner she had grown to call home for the last 15 years. A waitress flittered by, her eyes kind and familiar as she asked for the surrounding table's orders before hurrying off to busy herself with some task at hand. A gentle hand reached out to place itself atop her own in a means of comfort.

“What’s up with you… you’ve been quiet lately. Something is bothering you.” Her uncle pressed gently, only there was something off about that kindness in his eyes. Those dark brown eyes no longer looked familiar to her, almost as if they belonged to someone else… almost as if they belonged to Luke. Still, Freya shook the thought off before speaking again.

“I don’t know, I’ve felt off… I’ve felt different. Ever since the–”

“Ever since the accident.” Cavanaugh finished the thought for her.

She nodded.

It was comforting to know that he knew where her head was at. Freya had always been close with her uncle, so it came as no surprise when he mentioned the accident. Except– wait a minute. How could he possibly be here talking about the accident when he was one of the people who perished in it? Her eyes were focused on her uncle’s hand that had gently been placed over her own. She blinked, and in an instant his hand was black and charred… burned to a crisp. It was only then that Freya truly realized her surroundings. She didn’t have any memory of coming here... This diner had burned to the ground 5 years ago.

A gasp left the redhead’s lips as she leapt to her feet and took a few stumbled steps backwards. A black charcoal imprint had left itself on her hand from his charred, yet gentle grip on her. Her uncle slowly moved to his feet. Now the unfamiliarity made sense.

“Please… no…” Freya pleaded, tears welling up and threatening to swallow those deep green eyes of hers. She couldn't live through this again.

but she didn't have the option...

The darkness had already begun, slowly consuming Cavanaugh’s arm in black as it radiated from his charred hand. The color was melding into his naturally light skin tone, consuming him slowly much like a fire would consume the delicate flesh. Cavanaugh was walking slowly towards her while Freya took small and uneven steps backwards until she felt her back press into a firm warmth behind her.

“It's your fault.”

The whisper was breathed softly against her ear from the man behind, eliciting small goosebumps on Freya’s skin. She whirled around to face the man she had backed into, despite already knowing who it was. She would recognize that voice anywhere. Blue eyes... black hair. He was only 21.

“Luke… I’m so sorry” She whimpered softly, tears finally breaking free from the confines of those fearful eyes. The darkness had begun to eat away at him, too, tainting his light skin with black until there was nothing left but a charred body. Freya shook her head as she lifted a hand to try and touch his face, but he was gone. In an instant, everything went black. Only a soft and calloused voice could be heard as it echoed through her thoughts.

“You can’t run from this.”

Screams shattered through the darkness as fire ignited in a violent whirl around her, engulfing the diner in flames along with the people in it. Luke and Cavanaugh were now both in front of her, mere inches away as the greedy flames licked hungrily at their blackened skin… and yet neither seemed bothered by this fact.

Freya turned on her heels to run but was quickly stopped in her tracks as the two men appeared before her once again, unsettling smiles on those familiar faces. A sharp pain flooded her body and radiated from the left side of her lower abdomen as a warm and wet feeling began to take over. She looked down. The fabric of her shirt was quickly soaking up the blood while a large wooden shard embedded itself in her skin. Luke and Cavanaugh spoke in unison now, their voices becoming one thunderous boom before everything went black.

“You cannot run from your past.”

A shuddered gasp left her lips as she shot up in bed, her hand placed firmly over her lower abdomen. Harsh pants filled the silence of her room. The clock read 5:32 am.

“Just a dream… It’s just a dream.” She assured herself softly as she lifted her shirt to inspect the scar on her lower abdomen from all those years ago. It was fully healed, but still remained imprinted on her skin.


“It was just a dream.” She repeated.




"Just a dream"

Hi there! Thanks so much for taking the time to stop by and read through my profile. I moved over to here from www.roleplayer.me , so bear with me :)

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MYTHOLOGY VARIATION
note: Any of the information found under these three variation can be combined or left out to fit into the verse desired for our storyline.

Freya was born to Elizabeth Caldwell and the god Hephaestus when he lived among mortals for a short time. It had been a one-night-stand and nothing more, so when Elizabeth discovered she was pregnant, she didn't even have more than a simple name to tell the man he was going to be a father. After their one night together, Elizabeth never saw the man again and went on to give birth to a healthy girl she named Freya.

Shortly after Freya was 3 months old, her powers began surfacing as she accidentally ignited things in the house, melted things beneath her hands, as well as remaining without any burns despite the situation. Freya's mother was at a loss for what to do, seeing as she didn't know the first thing about any of these abilities or how they were even possible. Luckily, her brother Rylan had experience with the Supernatural and helped her to get her daughter's abilities under control until Freya was old enough to learn how to control them herself.

As Freya continued to grow and learn how to use her abilities, she often found herself in sticky situations while attending public school. Classrooms lit on fire, classmates burned, homework burned, all things the school system thought she was doing as a defiant child. This lead her to move from state to state to start over any time there was a major incident at school. Due to the constant moves, it was difficult for Freya to make and maintain friendships.

After her mother died shortly after her 11th birthday, Freya moved to Kansas to live with her Uncle Rylan. Rylan Cavanaugh, or "Cav" as he liked to go by, raised Freya like his own, despite having never had kids. He was far from perfect and quite a bit distant, but quickly became a mentor to her and her abilities. While homeschooling her, Cav provided a safe and controlled environment for her to learn how to use and control her abilities. Had he not allowed her to grow and make mistakes, Freya likely would still be desperately trying to suppress her abilities, like her mother taught her, to this day.

After putting her back in public school for High School, Freya met Luke, who she would go on to date for three years. The two were inseparable from the beginning, despite Freya having to keep secrets from him. Right before the summer after their Junior year of High School, Luke and his family died in a tragic house fire accident.


SUPERNATURAL VARIATION

note: This is a variation to fit into the Supernatural Verse.

Once Freya was old enough to fend for herself, Cav began taking her on supernatural hunts with him. She quickly learned that the cause of her mother's death was not a mere accident. In fact, there had been a heavy supernatural hand in the car crash that stole her mother from her. This knowledge partnered with the lack of purpose she felt in her current life spurred her on to become as good of a hunter as she could possibly be. With Cav's many years of experience to help teach her, Freya caught on quickly and found what felt like a powerful purpose in her life.

Cav and Freya hunted the supernatural side by side for years until Cav put her back in public school, leading Freya to meet Luke. The pair immediately hit it off the summer before Freya's freshman year of highschool, quickly becoming inseparable and dating shortly after their initial spark of friendship. This newfound relationship took up a lot of Freya's time and after a while she had stopped hunting altogether. Luke made her feel normal and forget about the supernatural until he died in a freak accident. A house fire due to faulty wiring and a busted gas line sent Luke's home into flames in mere seconds. The accident took the lives of Luke and his entire family.

After the tragic loss of her boyfriend, Freya quickly picked up hunting again, but this time she only hunted on her own. Spurred on by rage, devastation, loss, and hopelessness, Freya became ruthless in her hunting and began moving often in order to occupy her mind and keep up with her hunting. She now works as a bartender when she isn't hunting the supernatural.

(Backstory can be left here or continued if wanting to write with a slightly older Freya)

After spending most of her senior year of High School hunting the supernatural, Freya went on to college to get a law degree. Seeing as a supernatural hunter risks getting into issues with the law, what better way to work around that than to become a lawyer. After spending 4 years in undergrad, a particularly daunting hunt lead her to forgo the extra 3 years of Law School for a graduate degree in order to focus more on hunting.


STRANGER THINGS VARIATION

note: This is a variation to fit into the Stranger Things Verse.

After the tragic loss of her boyfriend, Freya moved to Hawkins, Indiana with her uncle Cav in order to get a fresh start. It had been incredibly difficult for Freya to remain in the same place that her boyfriend died in, so despite the lac of appeal in Hawkins, Freya didn't care. Anywhere was better than her old home and with Freya's childhood spent moving from place to place, the switch to Hawkins High felt relatively normal.

Despite having moved to Hawkins in the summer before classes started, she was still the "mysterious new girl" once her senior year started up. The onslaught of attention from the students was something she was all too familiar with. Most of the students would try and hang out with her, attempting to get her to join their "clique", but after the shiny title of "new girl" began to fade, so did most of the popular kids interests.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Freya Jeanine Caldwell
PRONUNCIATION: (Fray-uh)
NICKNAME/ALIAS: Harlow, Fray, Jeanie
MEANING: A nod to Norse mythology as opposed to Greek. Freya or Freyja was the name of the Norse Goddess of Love. The name Freya comes from a place of nobility.
ORIGIN: The name was given to Freya long before her mother knew about her father's true identity.
TITLE: "Demi-Goddess of fire"
PET NAME: (N/A)


GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Closeted Bisexual (Male Lean)
REAL AGE: 17-26 years old
(Heavily plot dependent)
AGE APPEARANCE: 21 years old
BIRTHDAY: August, 18th
DEATHDAY: 00.00.0000
BIRTHPLACE: Originally born in New York, the passing of Freya's mother lead Freya to move in with her uncle in Kansas shortly after Freya's 11th birthday.
ZODIAC SIGN: Ares


IMMEDIATE FAMILY:

* Elizabeth Caldwell
Biological mother | Human

* Hephaestus (Went by "Smith")
God of Fire, Blacksmithing, and Masonry

DISTANT FAMILY:

Uncle | Rylan Cavanaugh - Supernatural Hunter, Human

PARENTING: Overprotective Mother | Absent Father | Deadbeat Stepdad
UPBRINGING: Freya was raised to stand up for the right thing. She grew into a guardian/protector of sorts.
INFANCY:[0-2] From a young age, very peculiar fiery abilities were already coming to light in Freya. Her mother tried to manage this on her own but it wasn't always easy.
CHILDHOOD:[3-12] Freya's inability to control her powers at this point made for quite a few issues in the public school system, causing her to have to move often. Her mother taught her to hide and suppress her powers, but after some time it was best she learn to control those abilities and utilize them for good. Freya's mother died when she was 11 due to supernatural occurrences. Shortly after, she was taken in by her uncle, Rylan.
ADOLESCENCE:[13-17] Most of her teen years were spent being homechooled while she helped her uncle hunt the supernatural. She was put back into public school in highschool after moving to Hawkins, Indiana.
ADULTHOOD:[18+] After graduating High School, Freya quickly got a job bartending got her own place. Shortly after, she adopted a small male calico kitten she named Nikko.


SPECIES: Demi-Goddess (human)
ETHNICITY: White
BLOOD TYPE: O+
PREFERRED HAND: Right handed
EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Red
HAIRSTYLE: Long and wavy
SKIN TONE: Pale/Fair
COMPLEXION: Fair
HEIGHT: 5'3
BIRTHMARKS/SCARS: Small scar in the shape of a fire on the back of her right shoulder/shoulder-blade
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Striking red hair


STRENGTHS:
*Close proximity to fire amplifies her abilities. She can feed off of a fire that has already been started.

WEAKNESSES:
*Partial submersion in water weakens her abilities but does not completely eliminate them unless she is fully submerged with her head under the water.
*She is human/mortal, so while she is immune to burns, she is not unaffected by cuts, bruises, life threatening injuries, etc.

ABILITIES:
* Minor fire manipulation, can be drastic when threatened or desperate.
* Immunity to burns (but not unaffected by smoke).
* Fire Conjuration (can create fire at will and extinguish only the fire she created).

FUN FACTS: Freya has never seen a large body of water before aside from lakes and rivers. She never learned how to swim and never learned how to ride a bike. She is embarrassed by this and tries to keep both of these a secret.