Freyja Eorwald

## Important Character Information

* Homid - Ahroun - Get of Fenris
* She is the Alpha of the Valkyries pack
* She has a brandmark of the Get of Fenris symbol on her right shoulder.
* During her Rite of Passage she and the others being tested were attacked by Black Spiral Dancers. She barerly survived. Her back has two jagged scars to remind her of that day. Two words in Norse runes were tattoed over it. "Honour" and "Warrior".
* She has trained at the Sept of the Blood Fist- one of the most important Get of Fenris Caerns.

## Background

**TW: Mentions of Sexual Abuse**

 Wilde Bjornson was a homid werewolf of tribe Get of Fenris that had been looking for the perfect mate when she found Victor. He had a lineage of the old blood. Going back to the Germanic tribes that used to live in Belgium and Germany. It was the perfect human candidate. Her plan was simple, make him love her, get a child- to then bring her baby to her pack. But fate had other plans. The birth had complications and Wilde died. Victor- unaware of Wilde’s heritage, took his new born baby home- honouring his wife’s death by naming the child how she had wanted it to be: Freyja. But the house had too many sour memories for Victor and he moved away- and by the time Wilde’s pack knew of what had happened- they had no idea where Freyja was.

Freyja grewup in a small village in Belgium, Flanders. It was one of the few places where there were still some empty fields and even a small forest- although it wasn’t much and it was more fabricated than anything. Still ever since she was young she needed nature. She was a temperament full young child and very difficult. Her father didn’t know how to control her outburst or the anger she had in her. The only thing that seemed to help was bring her kid to the forest so she could play and climb and let everything out.

She didn’t have a lot of friends in school. If someone tried to take things from her, she punched them in the face. Which made her someone to be feared early in life. Other humans tried to stay away from her and she felt very lonely. Her father put her in therapy since she was 6, trying to let a professional help her with her anger- and all the nightmares she seemed to have. But nothing helped- even
not the pills they forced on her. It made her even more angry at the worldaround her.

Around her early teens, she finally met two friends on school. Sara and Joran. They both weren’t frightened of her and loved her passion and her anger at the world. The three of them begin to heavily get involved in the school’s MOS (environment on school). Raging against the world felt good. She stopped taking the damn pills that didn’t even work- and her two friends and her began to do small things to fight back against the capitalism. They did petty crimes- trying to bring attention to the earth begin destroyed by greed and these powerful companies. It got them in a lot of trouble- but still they hold on. Joran was a couple years older and was very smart with computers, while Sara was sneaky and broke into places easily and Freyja? She was the muscle. It worked- until one night everything changed.

Freyja was a late bloomer. She was 15 when her nightmares became worse as did the rage in her chest. During her latest psychologist meeting, Linda had pissed her off so
much, she had punched her in the face. Her father had been so pissed and disappointed in her. Not knowing what to do with his daughter anymore. One of the social workers proposed for her to go to a bootcamp in the Ardennen. Maybe some discipline training would help her. So she was send to that camp and she hated it. The only reasons these camp leaders were in charge was because they were adults. She was sure she could deck some of them without a problem. But a few of the others were fighters too- maybe ex-military and they punished any bad behaviour.

This is where she met Brandon. Although he preferred Brand. After a few warnings the two of them were send outside with 2 of the rougher leaders of the camp. They made a walk into the forest, each leader taking one of the troubled youth with them. But the leader going with Freyja didn’t plan on just giving her a heartfelt conversation on why she needed to change. No- he had made her walk in front of him when he suddenly tackled her to the ground. Intentions clear of what he wanted to do. Freyja began to scramble backwards, trying to get away- fear washing over her. But he had her tightly gripped with one hand. The other trying to get her jeans off. Suddenly her fear turned into something else and white hot rage took over. She suddenly grew larger- more grotesque and the man scrambled off her. His mind seeming to go mad. Freyja by now didn’t have her body in control any longer. There was only pain, rage, frustration, anger. She ripped the man to shreds, before running through the woods. Clawing nearby trees, and just running. The full moon clearly above her head guiding her path.

She didn’tknow how long she ran, but suddenly other howls filled the area and other creatures much like her body now looked found her. They surrounded her and managed to calm her down- with a hit to her head.

When she woke up- she ended up being in a small secluded village. How the fuck did her little country have place for something hidden like this? But it was and she saw both wolves and humans walk around and things stuck in between. Sam , the one that had been there when she had woken up, told her what she was. A werewolf. And that she was lucky they have managed to find her when they had. He explained her everything. About what she really was and what had happened. Suddenly realisation set in on what she had done. He had comforted her, but also told her that they had cleaned her mess up- and after she had explained what he had tried to do to her- they said she shouldn’t mourn him. After all he had been the one to trigger her change.

She told them about her youth, about it had just been her dad and herself- and then finally something clicked in Sam and he understood who she was. He then told her how her own mother used to be part of the tribe and pack they had made here. And that she was supposed to come back with her daughter- that she never had planned to stay with her father. It changed so much that it took her a while to let it sink in. How she never could see her father again- because it was too dangerous- but also how her mother had never intended it to be a loving relationship. And to top it all of Sam was her mother’s younger brother! She suddenly had an uncle- a very fierce bulky uncle.

In the end being family didn’t make it any easier- no it made it even harder. She had to prove every step of the way she was worth to become one of them. She learned ancient Nordic runes, following the language of their ancestors and learned every style of fighting there existed- or at least she thought of. She also learned how to control the change- although one thing kept fucking her over. The full moon. Maybe it was because her first change had be on one too- but she just couldn’t resist- she had to turn during every full moon. And a second problem arose. Freyja had had a pretty bad day, when she had passed next to a lake- and suddenly she had stepped sideways into the Umbra. A search team from the pack had needed to retrieve her from the Umbra and they had all been very pissed. Her uncle had warned her that they might be hot-headed, but that she had to be very careful around water- because they couldn’t always come to save her.

Soon her Rite of Passage happened. It was brutal. She had to fight multiple members via the different kinds of combat, had to take a test about the different clans and the lore, another test about her runes and then they send her into the Umbra where she fought some more. There they were present- ready to get into it if she would lose, but she didn’t. She came back home with a big scar on her left calf and one in her right side, but she survived and she had become truly a werewolf now. It wasn’t hard for her to decide. She went to Get of Fenris. She was send to the Black Forest and stayed close to a Cairn for over a year. Continuing her training- and waiting for enough new members to arrive for their test. Eventually they were enough and they went into the Umbra. Their test started okay- but turned bad very quickly. A couple Black Spiral Dancers ambushed them. First dealing with the spirits that were send to help them and keep an eye out.

A brutal fight erupted. Most of them died, but not without taking them with them. Freyja had just done the killing blow to the second one, when the third one slashed her back open. Two claws managed to impact, ripping open her back. The two remaining members of their quest used this to kill the last one. One of them, Zach, carried Freyja back, while Vanessa got them out of the Umbra. The elders were in shock- they had lost multiple of their new recruits but on the other hand, but they had all together defeated three BSDs. The quest they were supposed to was forgotten. Once the three of them were healed they were initiated in the tribe, one last test remaining. The symbol of their tribe was branded on her right shoulder. After that she finally was a member.

She stayed in the Black Forest for a couple more years. Once her scars had healed long enough they put two words in Old Norse on them. The first was “Honour”. Because she had put her life first to protect the other werewolves. She fought honourably and had understood the stakes- willing to almost die for them. The second word in Old Norse was “Warrior.” Because she had proved to her tribe that she was one- and would always be one. Both the scars and the tattoos would become the pride of Freyja and she loved showing them off- not because of fame- because she didn’t have any- she did it because she was proud to show she would die for her fellow werewolves if it meant they would continue to live. She would always fight for them and that should be shown.

She was 23 when her uncle called her back home to his pack. He had something to show to her- something that would decide her destiny. He brought her to a small block hut that had been inaccessible. It ended up being her mother’s old home. He brought her to the small attic, showing her notebooks upon notebooks. Explaining that her mother had been a seer. And that she had seen her daughters fate. Freyja read and read through all the books- most where diaries- others visions she had about other people- one was a family line book detailing her ancestry- and one was an empty book- only the first few pages were filled. It was her book- the book she would fill in. The prophecy next to it. It was short and pretty vague- but one thing was clear.  She had to go to America- specifically the US. So she prepared for her journey and left.

In LA she found a small house to stay, barely enough room for her own, but she bought it because it had a piece of land with it. And part of it was technically a protected park. She wanted to protect that part and it even had a groundskeeper with it. Someone to make sure nature would have its place. Soon she began to really appreciate Melvin. He was human- but so passionate about mother earth. It was refreshing to see it on a human. She promised herself to make sure he
would be kept safe- because the Earth desperately needed more humans like him.

Freyja had been ghost writing for a couple of years now to get some money. Above that she had been studying geology with the wolves- a topic that interested her a lot. She wrote some academical articles, but also some smut as a ghost writer. Getting paid to do the work for the famous people. She didn’t mind- it got her money to pay for her living in LA. Her second job, she loved way more. She gave self-defence classes a couple nights a week in downtown LA. Half of the classes were women specific, the other two mixed. She wanted humans to be able to protect themselves against the dangers of this world- even their own species. And after her close encounter with what the worst of humanity had to offer- she sure as hell wanted to make sure other women were ready for it- even without the perks of having claws. In one of her first sessions she met Ilia. Ilia was young, barely 18- but she had been through a lot in her life already. She wanted to know fighting so she could protect her friends that got bullied on school. Freyja suspect there were other reasons too- but she wouldn’t pry if she didn’t come forward. Instead she knew she was going to make it her mission to make sure this little lady was going to kick ass and be able to defend herself and her friends. Thus her adventure in LA started.