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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Freja Lundgren
Gender: Female
Age: 6 years
Bloodline:Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Nope, but are available in Character Classifieds
Residence: With mommy and daddy
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? No
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Séraphine Mousseau, Percival Hartwood, Otto Fowl, Isolde Morgenstern, Amelia Hartwood
Biography: (100 words minimum.)As the youngest Lundgren child and the twin of Hanalise, Freja spends a lot of her time seeking attention. Whining, crying, screaming; she's a hard kid to please. Being the baby of the family makes her feel inferior. Lacking a firm grasp on the English language, her main goal in life is to make as many friends as possible.
Unlike her twin, Freja is very outgoing. She will talk to anybody and could walk into any building and have twenty friends by the time she leaves.
While she shares a special bond with her sister, Freja can't help but find her exceedingly dull and constantly seeks out ways to avoid playing with her shy sister.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:Little eyes scanning the perimeter, she sighed. Hanalise was nowhere to be found. While her twin sister wasn't much fun, she was better than nobody.
Playing alone wasn't fun. It took two to do all the exciting things. All the other children swarming around the park had somebody, but she had nobody.
"You!"
Freja's head bobbed happily, hope washing over her small features. "Me?" she squeaked. The girl seemed nice enough, but personality didn't matter. She made a new friend!
"...Do you want to play?"
"Do I ever?" she cried out joyfully, "let's go run around and be bestest friends ever!"
She was ecstatic, a complete shift from her former mood.
OTHERHow did you find us?
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