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February 28th, 2008
All about me
Character Name: Freyja
Pantheon: Norse
Parentage: Father: Njörd Mother: Nerthus
Patronage: Love, beauty, fertility, and war
Residence: In Asgard, Freyja's home is Fólkvang, where she lays claim to two halls. Folkvangr is the larger of the two, and it is where her half of those slain in battle reside until they are needed. Sessrúmnir is her magnificent private hall. While not the largest of the halls in Asgard, it is still a wonder to behold. Like many of the dwellings of the Æsir, its rooftop is layered in gold, glistening under the summer sun. Sessrúmnir is decorated with her role as love goddess in mind, while possibly taking it to a bit of an extreme. Her bedroom, for example, contains a large brass bed with pink and red satin sheets, and a luxurious silver fox fur covering. If one were to open her dresser drawers they would be elbow deep in silk lingerie...except for the second drawer from the top on the left. There rests her collection of sex toys; she is Vanir, after all.
Her residence in Midgard is in East Hampton, New York, nestled amongst the cream of the crop of the rich and famous. Her home reflects the style of the area. Hers is a modest estate, on an acre of beach front property, with a swimming pool and tennis court outside, with five bedrooms and six baths inside. Here, she has chosen to go with the times, creating a more sophisticated look, toning down her more flamboyant lifestyle. One never knows if one of the Kennedy boys might drop by, and it is best to not shock them overmuch. One simply must keep up appearances.
Personality: Freyja is coy, flirty, and far too impetuous for her own good. She is who she is, and doesn't try to hide it. Humble is not in her vocabulary. While her unparalleled beauty nearly goes without saying, it is something she is proud of, and knows how to use to her benefit. Freyja simply exudes sexuality. Though her name means “Lady”, there are those who would argue she is anything but. Vanir born, she has a much more relaxed notion of sex than the rigid Æsir. They are far too tight-laced, in her opinion. She never understood why they had such concerns when she arrived there, finding out her parents were brother and sister, and that she herself had been in a relationship with her own brother, Freyr. They really need to learn to loosen up a little. Sex is fun, and should be enjoyed. She is bisexual, refusing to limit her options. Pleasure can be found in so many ways.
There is nothing and no one she wants that she won't go out and get. No matter the cost. She lives in the moment, and damn the consequences. As one of the few that it has been foretold will survive Ragnarök, she has no worries for the future. Why should she? She has used womanly wiles in every tactic imaginable, and has been known to be a bit two-faced. If she needs to play nice, as the situation dictates, so be it. She will smile to your face, and be perfectly happy to consider driving a knife into your back the minute it is turned to her. Is it really any wonder she is not popular with the Asyniur?
With that type of attitude, Freyja has gained a reputation of being quite the bitch. She has often wondered why that is. A man who controls his own fate is considered clever, a genius in his chosen field. A woman who tries to do the same is controlling and, in her case, a whore. In all fairness, she really does have a harsh, bitter side. It just isn't wise to get in her way. And as head of the Valkyries, a bit of a cold side is conducive to her duties in that respect. One doesn't go onto the battlefield spreading rose petals and blowing kisses, after all.
None of this is to say she doesn't have a soft side. She is a love goddess, after all. She enjoys beauty and romance. A bouquet of roses or a box of chocolates may not be as nice as a piece of shiny jewelry, but even those things have their place in a woman's heart, and can be appreciated if the gesture is sincere. For a first date. After that, the gifts really should improve. Drastically.
History: Freyja, along with her brother and father, were forced to leave their homes in Vanaheim in a hostage exchange at the end of the ﾆsir and Vanir war. It took a bit of adjustment, but Freyja learned quickly how to ensure her safety and lifestyle in Asgard. Soon she became one of the most prized women in the land; at least as far as the men were concerned. She would be hard pressed to name even one among them who had not shared her bed prior to their marriages, and quite a few afterwards as well. The life of a single woman was good, indeed.
After reaching an agreement with Odin, Freyja now receives half of the fallen warriors, getting first choice and sending the rest on to Valhalla. Most of the time, she leaves this up to her Valkyries, but she does still occasionally grace the battlefield with her presence; though in modern times, she is far less likely to be riding her Gib-cat drawn chariot or golden-bristled boar into the fray. While Odin's warriors are meant to fight in the final great war, hers are more about protection of homes and people. They are the defensive line.
As the Goddess of Love and Fertility, Freyja has been prayed to for centuries on end for aid in finding love, or the desire to bear a child, or for her blessing of the crops. She is happy to oblige, provided the proper respect and sacrifice is made. And if occasionally she intentionally leads them astray in their quest for “true love”, it was probably because she thought she knew what was best for them. Or perhaps she was simply amused by the prospect. She does have an appreciation for humor, and has created some very “unique” matches over the years.
Freyja has had her share of experiences, but her most famous adventure, by far, was the acquisition of her famous necklace, Brísingamen. She acquired the Necklace of Flame by using her most treasured asset-herself. When she approached the dwarves, offering them gold and jewels, they refused, claiming they had quite enough of such things. What they wanted was to lay with the beautiful goddess, each in turn for an entire night. It wasn't such a high price to pay, even if they were ugly little things. So she slept with each of the dwarves on four consecutive evenings, after which she was rewarded with a piece of jewelry not only beyond compare in its exquisiteness, but filled with great magic. When she wears it, absolutely no one can resist her charms or deny her anything. Such a prize was surely worth the payment.
When that nasty, jealous Trickster, Loki, found out how she acquired her jewels, he just had to go running to tattle to Odin. He was always bitter because Freyja had refused his advances. What purpose would she have for taking someone to bed who not only didn't interest her in the least, but from whom she would gain nothing? He wasn't one of the Æsir, after all. Odin was so furious over what she had done, he instructed Loki to steal the necklace away from her. She turned to Heimdall for aid, and the fight between himself and Loki is famous. The two remain bitter enemies to this day because of it. But Heimdall did retrieve her possession, and she still considers him her hero.
In recent years, Freyja is just out and about enjoying herself. Which really means that not much has changed for her over time. She spends a great deal of time hobnobbing with the wealthy and powerful, people who are not only used to getting their way, but can help her get hers. She has shared a bed with the types of men and women that would make the Anna Nicole Smiths, Monica Lewinskys and Giacomo Casanovas of the world green with envy. Kings, queens, presidents, famous actors and actresses; her little black book is anything but little.
She's loved all of them and none of them; it was all about the moment, the heart-pounding rush of emotion and desire. It was often more than just lust alone, she was infatuated with each and every one of them. Her heart is like a blank page and anyone could make their mark on it. Until they parted, and then most often they were quickly forgotten. None of them were ever long term. But there was once this one very well-known playwright...she still thinks fondly of him even this long after his death. But it had been a glorious week! His words and voice reminded her oddly of Bragi; he knew exactly what to say and how to say it to enrapture her. Her heart still skips a beat when she hears his words spoken anew....and knows precisely which ones refer to her, even though no one else ever has or will. After all, she was with him when he wrote them.
Miscellaneous: Freyja's greatest possession is her necklace, Brísingamen. When she puts it on, no one can resist her, or any of her demands. At least no one she has met so far. She also owns Valshamr, a cloak of falcon feathers, which gives her the ability to change into any type of bird. She drives a chariot pulled by two Gib-cats (large Norwegian forest cats) and rides on the back of Hildisvini, the golden-bristled boar, who was once a lover of hers until she chose to change his form. There are two historical possibilities in the acquisition of the boar. One particular myth claims he was in disguise, but this would hardly apply to her repeated use of the animal. I think it can be assumed that she was angry with her lover, and his transformation was a punishment, and that is how I would like to play it.
She has a bit of a knack for sorcery, but her powers are rather limited. She was also known as a prophetess, but I am choosing to ignore that aspect, as I feel there are enough others with that ability, and she has plenty of other characteristics to work with. Heat lightning has been credited to her, as she strikes her flint and steel to check the state of the crops in the fields.
Pantheon: Norse
Parentage: Father: Njörd Mother: Nerthus
Patronage: Love, beauty, fertility, and war
Residence: In Asgard, Freyja's home is Fólkvang, where she lays claim to two halls. Folkvangr is the larger of the two, and it is where her half of those slain in battle reside until they are needed. Sessrúmnir is her magnificent private hall. While not the largest of the halls in Asgard, it is still a wonder to behold. Like many of the dwellings of the Æsir, its rooftop is layered in gold, glistening under the summer sun. Sessrúmnir is decorated with her role as love goddess in mind, while possibly taking it to a bit of an extreme. Her bedroom, for example, contains a large brass bed with pink and red satin sheets, and a luxurious silver fox fur covering. If one were to open her dresser drawers they would be elbow deep in silk lingerie...except for the second drawer from the top on the left. There rests her collection of sex toys; she is Vanir, after all.
Her residence in Midgard is in East Hampton, New York, nestled amongst the cream of the crop of the rich and famous. Her home reflects the style of the area. Hers is a modest estate, on an acre of beach front property, with a swimming pool and tennis court outside, with five bedrooms and six baths inside. Here, she has chosen to go with the times, creating a more sophisticated look, toning down her more flamboyant lifestyle. One never knows if one of the Kennedy boys might drop by, and it is best to not shock them overmuch. One simply must keep up appearances.
Personality: Freyja is coy, flirty, and far too impetuous for her own good. She is who she is, and doesn't try to hide it. Humble is not in her vocabulary. While her unparalleled beauty nearly goes without saying, it is something she is proud of, and knows how to use to her benefit. Freyja simply exudes sexuality. Though her name means “Lady”, there are those who would argue she is anything but. Vanir born, she has a much more relaxed notion of sex than the rigid Æsir. They are far too tight-laced, in her opinion. She never understood why they had such concerns when she arrived there, finding out her parents were brother and sister, and that she herself had been in a relationship with her own brother, Freyr. They really need to learn to loosen up a little. Sex is fun, and should be enjoyed. She is bisexual, refusing to limit her options. Pleasure can be found in so many ways.
There is nothing and no one she wants that she won't go out and get. No matter the cost. She lives in the moment, and damn the consequences. As one of the few that it has been foretold will survive Ragnarök, she has no worries for the future. Why should she? She has used womanly wiles in every tactic imaginable, and has been known to be a bit two-faced. If she needs to play nice, as the situation dictates, so be it. She will smile to your face, and be perfectly happy to consider driving a knife into your back the minute it is turned to her. Is it really any wonder she is not popular with the Asyniur?
With that type of attitude, Freyja has gained a reputation of being quite the bitch. She has often wondered why that is. A man who controls his own fate is considered clever, a genius in his chosen field. A woman who tries to do the same is controlling and, in her case, a whore. In all fairness, she really does have a harsh, bitter side. It just isn't wise to get in her way. And as head of the Valkyries, a bit of a cold side is conducive to her duties in that respect. One doesn't go onto the battlefield spreading rose petals and blowing kisses, after all.
None of this is to say she doesn't have a soft side. She is a love goddess, after all. She enjoys beauty and romance. A bouquet of roses or a box of chocolates may not be as nice as a piece of shiny jewelry, but even those things have their place in a woman's heart, and can be appreciated if the gesture is sincere. For a first date. After that, the gifts really should improve. Drastically.
History: Freyja, along with her brother and father, were forced to leave their homes in Vanaheim in a hostage exchange at the end of the ﾆsir and Vanir war. It took a bit of adjustment, but Freyja learned quickly how to ensure her safety and lifestyle in Asgard. Soon she became one of the most prized women in the land; at least as far as the men were concerned. She would be hard pressed to name even one among them who had not shared her bed prior to their marriages, and quite a few afterwards as well. The life of a single woman was good, indeed.
After reaching an agreement with Odin, Freyja now receives half of the fallen warriors, getting first choice and sending the rest on to Valhalla. Most of the time, she leaves this up to her Valkyries, but she does still occasionally grace the battlefield with her presence; though in modern times, she is far less likely to be riding her Gib-cat drawn chariot or golden-bristled boar into the fray. While Odin's warriors are meant to fight in the final great war, hers are more about protection of homes and people. They are the defensive line.
As the Goddess of Love and Fertility, Freyja has been prayed to for centuries on end for aid in finding love, or the desire to bear a child, or for her blessing of the crops. She is happy to oblige, provided the proper respect and sacrifice is made. And if occasionally she intentionally leads them astray in their quest for “true love”, it was probably because she thought she knew what was best for them. Or perhaps she was simply amused by the prospect. She does have an appreciation for humor, and has created some very “unique” matches over the years.
Freyja has had her share of experiences, but her most famous adventure, by far, was the acquisition of her famous necklace, Brísingamen. She acquired the Necklace of Flame by using her most treasured asset-herself. When she approached the dwarves, offering them gold and jewels, they refused, claiming they had quite enough of such things. What they wanted was to lay with the beautiful goddess, each in turn for an entire night. It wasn't such a high price to pay, even if they were ugly little things. So she slept with each of the dwarves on four consecutive evenings, after which she was rewarded with a piece of jewelry not only beyond compare in its exquisiteness, but filled with great magic. When she wears it, absolutely no one can resist her charms or deny her anything. Such a prize was surely worth the payment.
When that nasty, jealous Trickster, Loki, found out how she acquired her jewels, he just had to go running to tattle to Odin. He was always bitter because Freyja had refused his advances. What purpose would she have for taking someone to bed who not only didn't interest her in the least, but from whom she would gain nothing? He wasn't one of the Æsir, after all. Odin was so furious over what she had done, he instructed Loki to steal the necklace away from her. She turned to Heimdall for aid, and the fight between himself and Loki is famous. The two remain bitter enemies to this day because of it. But Heimdall did retrieve her possession, and she still considers him her hero.
In recent years, Freyja is just out and about enjoying herself. Which really means that not much has changed for her over time. She spends a great deal of time hobnobbing with the wealthy and powerful, people who are not only used to getting their way, but can help her get hers. She has shared a bed with the types of men and women that would make the Anna Nicole Smiths, Monica Lewinskys and Giacomo Casanovas of the world green with envy. Kings, queens, presidents, famous actors and actresses; her little black book is anything but little.
She's loved all of them and none of them; it was all about the moment, the heart-pounding rush of emotion and desire. It was often more than just lust alone, she was infatuated with each and every one of them. Her heart is like a blank page and anyone could make their mark on it. Until they parted, and then most often they were quickly forgotten. None of them were ever long term. But there was once this one very well-known playwright...she still thinks fondly of him even this long after his death. But it had been a glorious week! His words and voice reminded her oddly of Bragi; he knew exactly what to say and how to say it to enrapture her. Her heart still skips a beat when she hears his words spoken anew....and knows precisely which ones refer to her, even though no one else ever has or will. After all, she was with him when he wrote them.
Miscellaneous: Freyja's greatest possession is her necklace, Brísingamen. When she puts it on, no one can resist her, or any of her demands. At least no one she has met so far. She also owns Valshamr, a cloak of falcon feathers, which gives her the ability to change into any type of bird. She drives a chariot pulled by two Gib-cats (large Norwegian forest cats) and rides on the back of Hildisvini, the golden-bristled boar, who was once a lover of hers until she chose to change his form. There are two historical possibilities in the acquisition of the boar. One particular myth claims he was in disguise, but this would hardly apply to her repeated use of the animal. I think it can be assumed that she was angry with her lover, and his transformation was a punishment, and that is how I would like to play it.
She has a bit of a knack for sorcery, but her powers are rather limited. She was also known as a prophetess, but I am choosing to ignore that aspect, as I feel there are enough others with that ability, and she has plenty of other characteristics to work with. Heat lightning has been credited to her, as she strikes her flint and steel to check the state of the crops in the fields.