Post by Frida Feldt on Oct 28, 2011 2:38:38 GMT 1
FRIDA FELDT
Full Name;
Frida Feldt
Nicknames;
None
Age;
Fifteen
Birthday;
November 27
Gender;
Female
Blood;
Venom Halfling
Powers;
~Poison Immunity
Controller(s);
Monroe Piercing
Grade;
Tenth
Dorm room;
1012
Boarding;
Half Board
Hair;
Frida’s hair is long and a natural dark brown color that gets lighter in the summer and darker in the winter. It waves and curls depending on the humidity. Frida will often dye it and experiment with different styles. She likes to thread ribbon, feathers, and other decorative accessories into it. Rarely will she keep her hair the same way for a long period of time.
Eyes;
Her eyes are a pale amethyst and rather striking. They are immensely expressive. Any extreme emotion of hers will show through in her eyes, whether she tries to hide it or not. Frida’s eyes betray the true fire of her personality. Her excitement will seem to lighten them up and her anger will darken them into a fierce burn.
Build;
Frida is a very slight thing. She is slender and not at all strong. Her frame seems very delicate. Luckily, what she lacks in strength she can at least make up for with grace. Her movements tend to be purposeful and possess an almost ethereal quality. She may not have the stamina to be a dancer, but she does have the flexibility.
Height;
1.63 m
Personality;
Frida, as mentioned earlier, is very intense. She is a very independent thinker and enjoys controversy. In fact, she goes out of her way to stir it up sometimes. She enjoys shocking others and may occasionally even hide behind her eccentric habits. Frida is very action-oriented and has a healthy appreciate for practical jokes and light humor.
Sexuality;
Technically straight, but she’ll play both sides if the mood strikes her.
Likes;
- Shopping
- Laughter
- Loud Music
- Attention
Dislikes;
- Rejection
- Small Spaces
- Being Alone
- Silence
Quirks;
~Frida has asthma
~She’s an on and off cutter
~She is a good singer
~She has an incredible soft spot for children
History;
Frida was the only child born to Herman Fridt and Teja Perko.
Herman, who often went by Spider among both his friends and his enemies, was a carefree venom demon with a chaotic personality. Teja was a sweet young woman backpacking through Germany for her first ever vacation without parents. Long story short, they met. They had a few days of fun together. Spider seduced her. And then they parted ways. Neither of them intended on seeing the other again.
But something unexpected happened. Teja wound up pregnant. Her feelings were widely mixed. On the one hand, she did not regret her fling with Spider. He had been roguishly handsome and had given her a taste of something dark, which the innocent girl had never experienced before. Leaving him had left her with a strange and unexpected ache. She missed him. Would it be so bad to raise his child? The baby would be such a sweet reflection of a wonderful memory. Teja would love her child forever and always.
On the other hand, she was not married. She was single and alone. And then there was the fact that Spider wasn’t human. What exactly was growing inside of her stomach? Teja’s family would be horrified if she gave birth to a demon. But she couldn’t kill the poor thing!
Teja decided she had to return to Germany before her family found out. Pregnant and alone, the twenty-two year old desperately searched for her child’s father. It wasn’t difficult to find him. He always hung out in the same places.
For a while, all she could do was watch him. Teja was too afraid t approach him. What if he didn’t remember her? What if he rejected the child? Her fears were too much for her.
Months passed. Teja was eaten alive by her fears. She began a slow decent into madness.
Should she approach him today? Oh no!
And then her water broke. She was in the same pub as him, watching from a distance like the madwoman that she was. Everyone turned to stare as she screamed. So did he. He seemed to understand what was going on before she did.
Spider rushed her to the hospital. The pregnancy was hard. Draining. Teja did not have the mental stability or physical strength to pull through. She died. Right before she died, she whispered, “She’s your daughter. Please take care of her.”
He had never wanted a child.
What was he going to do?
Spider took the baby girl and named her Frida. He tried to get rid of her. He got in contact with Teja’s family to see if they would take her, but they were horrified by the thought. They called him a murderer and called his child Devil’s Spawn. Such cruel people.
Spider felt strangely protective over the little girl. Her human family would not take her. His own family would only laugh at him if he asked them, he was sure. So the task was left to him. He raised Frida to the best of his ability, though he was not the most careful or responsible of fathers. He did love her. That was what mattered.
His poor, sickly daughter. She had asthma and a poor immune system. But she could sing like a meadowlark. Spider learned to take pride in his daughter. The two developed an easy existence. They were father and daughter. They were brother and sister. They were best friends. They were the only real thing that the other had.
Frida began attending Styrewood as soon as she was old enough.
Roleplay Sample;
Really? Frida raised an eyebrow. There was no way he was actually pulling that move on her, was there? As if she was going to give in to the temptation for vengeance? The Halfling crossed her arms over her chest and shot Spider a defiant glare. This was chess, not basketball. Chess was something she was actually good at. It didn’t matter if he took her queen. And he was daring her to get revenge. Frida knew that taunting look in his eyes. He wanted to outmaneuver her by psyching her out. It wasn’t going to work.
While it was true that the queen was necessary for her master plan, Frida always had a backup plan. She smiled her needle thin smile. It was the smile that Spider was quickly learning to hate. “Not going to work, Vati,” she said with a light laugh as she twirled a corkscrew curl around her red painted fingernail. “The queen may represent the heart of her people, but it is the pawns who make up the blood. And what use is a heart without blood?”
Of course the opposite could be equally true. What use was the blood without a heart? The two were partners. They needed each other. And that was entirely the point. Frida moved her knight into place and stole his bishop. With that piece gone, her pawn would be free to reach the other side of the board. And with that movement the game would be won.
The Halfling looked up into her father’s eyes and waited for the realization that she had just defeated him. Again. There had been a time when he was the undisputed champion. Frida had idolized him. But now the student seemed to have drawn up equal to its master. She was now a real chess player.
