[ooc: Freya is from a world that has everything earth has + some more. So please let me know if she can fourth wall. She happens to like comics but I can adjust her memories of them.]
New Arrival:
[Freya steps to the side of the boat and watches as the waves lazily lap against the hull. Her black tattered backpack is slung over her shoulder with the weight of the books and keepsakes pulling at the replaced straps. She's had it for as long as she's been running and it rarely leaves her side.
She waits for the moors to be tied securely on the dock before making her way towards the edge of the boat. Her fingers drum lightly on the rail as her patience begins to thin. She doesn't hate boats but her better nature dislikes them as a general rule.
Stormy gray eyes set forward as her boots finally step on the solid comfort of dry land. She exhales, feeling the knots in her shoulders loosen with a soft exhale of breath that pulls from her lungs. She can smell the earth and over the stale salt of the sea its refreshing. A light smile tugs at Freya's lips and while being completely new to this island she looks as if she knows exactly where she's going.]
Event
Freya hummed as she moved through the festivities. She liked the atmosphere, the lights and sounds and the sweet promise of adventure teasing at her senses. Her short stature made moving through the crowds difficult though Freya was agile, quick and skilled at finding her way around cumbersome obstacles. She'd flash anyone she saw a warm friendly smile, her expression brimming with earnest confidence.
Her dark clothing stood out but she didn't cared and a few of her tattoo's were visible as if painted on her pale skin: the compass on the inside of her right arm, the tree on her shoulder blade and the roses on her left shoulder. Waves of golden hair cascaded down her back as she paused at the games lining the rows. It had been a long time since she played any of these games but they looked like they could be fun.
A loud voice bellowed through the grounds calling for people to throw a ball and win a prize. Freya stepped up to the game picking up a small ball and rolling it between her fingers.
"Ready to play?"
Network:
[It's a quick text but you can almost hear the playful teasing in each word.]
I think I ran a little to far. So what do you do if you aren't interested in having a stationary 'home'?
Wild Card:
[ooc: I am game for anything and in either format. I like to switch it up~]
Freya Vaughn || Original Character
New Arrival:
[Freya steps to the side of the boat and watches as the waves lazily lap against the hull. Her black tattered backpack is slung over her shoulder with the weight of the books and keepsakes pulling at the replaced straps. She's had it for as long as she's been running and it rarely leaves her side.
She waits for the moors to be tied securely on the dock before making her way towards the edge of the boat. Her fingers drum lightly on the rail as her patience begins to thin. She doesn't hate boats but her better nature dislikes them as a general rule.
Stormy gray eyes set forward as her boots finally step on the solid comfort of dry land. She exhales, feeling the knots in her shoulders loosen with a soft exhale of breath that pulls from her lungs. She can smell the earth and over the stale salt of the sea its refreshing. A light smile tugs at Freya's lips and while being completely new to this island she looks as if she knows exactly where she's going.]
Event
Freya hummed as she moved through the festivities. She liked the atmosphere, the lights and sounds and the sweet promise of adventure teasing at her senses. Her short stature made moving through the crowds difficult though Freya was agile, quick and skilled at finding her way around cumbersome obstacles. She'd flash anyone she saw a warm friendly smile, her expression brimming with earnest confidence.
Her dark clothing stood out but she didn't cared and a few of her tattoo's were visible as if painted on her pale skin: the compass on the inside of her right arm, the tree on her shoulder blade and the roses on her left shoulder. Waves of golden hair cascaded down her back as she paused at the games lining the rows. It had been a long time since she played any of these games but they looked like they could be fun.
A loud voice bellowed through the grounds calling for people to throw a ball and win a prize. Freya stepped up to the game picking up a small ball and rolling it between her fingers.
"Ready to play?"
Network:
[It's a quick text but you can almost hear the playful teasing in each word.]
I think I ran a little to far. So what do you do if you aren't interested in having a stationary 'home'?
Wild Card:
[ooc: I am game for anything and in either format. I like to switch it up~]