Otherworlde App: Frey

EDIT:
I WAS ACCEPTED!!!!!! EEEEEEEEE I'M SO HAPPY!!!

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Whew, it's been a long time since I've tried to enter a group but this one sounded so fun I couldn't resist.
Fingers crossed that I get in!

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● Basic Information ●
Name: Frey Thompson
Age: Appears 17 (he’s forgotten his real age)
Height: 5’11”
Species: Lynx

● Academic Information ●
Level: Beginner
Current Classes:

▪ LIN 101
▪ SHM 101
▪ NEC 101

Passed Classes: none
Experience: none

● Personal Information ●
Likes:

▪ Sleeping
▪ Tarot cards
▪ People watching
▪ Clear nights
▪ Patches of sunshine
▪ Being challenged
▪ People who let him be quiet
▪ People who laugh a lot (regardless of the reason)
▪ His ears scratched (shhhh, it’s a secret)

Dislikes:

▪ Strenuous activity
▪ Having to talk excessively
▪ Someone touching is tail
▪ High pitched noises

Fears:

▪ Wolves
▪ Open spaces


Strengths:

▪ Clairvoyance- he often gets ‘feelings’ or premonitions about thing before they occur
▪ Knowing when people are lying
▪ Tasks requiring mental prowess
▪ keeping silent
▪ Excellent eyesight

Weaknesses:

▪ Horrible stamina
▪ Having to explain himself using words
▪ sensitivity of sounds

Goals:

To master his abilities and ‘unravel the hidden truth.’

Personality:

As a person, Frey is generally known to be gentle and kind, but also tireless, driven, and a love for new challenges. He doesn’t talk much- in fact he rarely talks at all, preferring to convey his thoughts through facial expressions and hand gestures, sometimes drawing symbols or short phrases when a pen and paper are on hand. It isn’t that he’s shy, in fact, he quite likes other people, he would just rather observe and let things play out than interfere. It’s his nature as a Lynx. He often has the ability to tell others of their fate, and enjoys using tarot cards to help others make decisions or see what lies in store for them.

History:

Frey was born into the world as a normal lynx quite some time ago, living life in the northern part of Europe. However, one day he came across a black cat while prowling the forest for prey and pursued it, following it silently until it wandered into a clearing in the trees where a small misshapen cabin stood. It curled up next to the front steps and fell asleep, where Frey promptly snapped its neck and devoured it. Before he finished however, the owner of the house returned- a witch by the name of Beira- of whom the cat belonged to. As it turns out, that black cat had been Beira’s Familiar, and she was understandably very upset by his death. Demanding reperations for her dear familiar’s death, she cast a spell upon Frey that would condemn him to a life of enslavement to replace her dead companion.

Though at the beginning Frey grew to hate Beira, over time the two grew somewhat close, one could even refer to them as friends. She taught him about her way of life and even went so far as to teach him basic magiks, though he was unable to perform them himself due to the limitations of his current form. Much time passed, and the witch eventually grew old and withered. On her death bed, she told Frey she would grant him one wish to the best of her abilities before she died, and his response was that he wished to carry on her work, learning to use magic as she had. Frey thought this was impossible, given his current form, but Beira simply smiled and placed her hand on his head, right between the ears. Using the last of her life force, she attempted to turn Frey into the closest thing to a human as she could.

Soon after Frey came upon this academy, where he hopes to fulfill his goal.


Misc. Information:

▪ Fry is a great strategist but awful at conserving stamina
▪ Due to his abilities to predict the future, he can be somewhat over confident
▪ He only talks excessively when he’s extremely worked up (which isn’t often)

● Roleplay Information ●
Chatroom Availability:

I check Deviantart at least once a day, though the timespan varies based on event in my life like schoolwork and

IM Availability:

Rarely available because I rarely use IMing systems ; n ; feel free to message me on my tumblr (www/dafthappiness.tumblr.com) if you’d like to attempt to set something up though!

How did you find #OtherWorlde?:

Following someone in this group

Script Sample:

Frey: *his head is lowered, ears standing straight up, and teeth worrying his bottom lip as he stared ardently at the teacup held in his hands* He has the distinct feeling his hasn’t been doing this right, the whole reading tea leaves thing. He’s been staring at the bottom of his cup trying to find some hidden symbols or meaning among the soggy herbs for who knows how long, and still hasn’t found anything identifiable. *he lets out a frustrated sigh, grabbing a handful of hair and pushing it out of his face* This is stupid. Whoever said reading tea leaves was a reliable way to find your fate was clearly delusional, perhaps slightly schizophrenic. There’s nothing here except a wad of wet pieces of leaves. If there was something there to be read, he was confident he would be able to sense it. *fed up, he stands up and makes his way over to the sink, turning the faucet on and promptly stuffing the tea cup under it until the water reached the rim and then tipping it over to allow the remnants of the tea wash down the drain* Woah, wait what was that? *He grips the side of the sink with both hands peering over the edge, trying to get one last glimpse of the leaves before they were lost down the drain* Just before the herbs had washed away for good, he swore he saw something among them- a black feather. *he purses his lips, trying to figure out what a black feather could possibly mean. After a moment or two, he simply shrugs and turns away from the sink* He had no special feeling relating to the image, so he stuck with his original opinion of reading tea leaves- it was all a load of crap.

Paragraph Sample:

Frey sits cross-legged in the corner of the room, tarot cards splayed out face-down on the carpet before him, running his fingers across the deck and back again several time, ears standing at attention, eyes shut, and brow furrowed in concentration. After a few trips back and forth his hand froze over a single card, his eyes snapping open as if someone had called out to him. Carefully he pulls the single card out from the pile, flipping it over and studying it intently. The Moon in an upright position- the card representing new dilemmas and doubts- stares back at him; the card depicts two seers mapping the stars in a moonlit sky, a dog and wolf crying out for help in the background. Frey’s ears flatten against his head, lips pursing together as he puzzles over the car’s meaning. The card could mean a plethora of things; illusion, psychic awakening, decisions in the near future, or a crisis of faith, though he didn’t understand why any of these events would be coming to him now. He’d already awakened his psychic powers, dispelling the illusions of the world previously imposed upon him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what ‘faith’ the card may be referring to. Was it faith in himself? In others? Perhaps his faith in the divine from beyond this world? Though he couldn’t yet comprehend the card’s meaning, one thing was for certain: the card, The Moon, represented solidarity- meaning whatever he was about to face, he would have to deal with it on his own.