Name: Freya Powell Age: 31 Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Portrayed By: Elizabeth Lail Availability: Closed
âThis town seems like a nightmare.â
Born in Essex, Freya had two younger siblings, Oscar and Madeline. Freya was also a rather sullen and quiet girl. Not like her sister, who was bright as the sun. Her brother was a bit of a drifter, but at least he had a passion for his music, knew what he wanted to do. Freya was just sad. Maybe she was just born that way. She wrote a lot of moody poetry and she always had her headphones on so she could block out the world. Her parents were at a loss as to what to really do about her. Her father would try and get her involved in extracurriculars and her mother would push her to get social. She just wasnât that type of girl. Freya wore a lot of black, listened to a lot of sad music, and generally didnât have the best time growing up. The bullies certainly didnât help matters.
Getting out of high school was Freyaâs dream come true, but then when it happened, she found she was still stuck. Still sort of drifting along and not sure where she belonged. She sent a few of her poems off to publishers and competitions but got nothing back really and eventually she sort of gave up on the idea altogether. Freya decided that she didnât want to continue on to college, it just wasnât for her, so Freya started looking for a job. Her propensity towards shyness made it difficult for her but she eventually landed herself a job in a clothes shop and she drifted along, doing what she needed to, but not enjoying life very much. Then, one day, Freya packed a bag and she disappeared. Ran away from home, at the age of nineteen. She didnât tell her boss, her parents, her siblings, anyone where she was going. And no one saw her again for many years.
For the last ten years, Freya has been travelling. At the beginning, Freya simply drifted around, town to town, random couch to random couch. She stayed in some pretty skeezy motels but, as time went on, she got herself the odd job here and there (and even took up pick pocketing and shoplifting to keep herself afloat). Eventually, she was able to support herself a little better and she started to itch for adventure. Freya found herself booking cheap train and plane tickets, going backpacking and travelling, experiencing the world. As the years passed, she became more confident and even a little more emotionally stable.
For the last two years, Freya has been living in London, in a little studio apartment where she writes poems and takes nature photography for an online magazine. Itâs not much, but itâs something and it pays the bills surprisingly. She had no idea about her parentsâ deaths until she came across an article on the internet recently. It was years old and she felt beyond sick and guilty. She had never gone home, sheâd never called anyone, sent a letter⊠they probably thought she was dead and she hadnât been able to tell her parents she loved them one last time, or that she was sorry. Freya found herself throwing things into a bag and catching a train to Baberton, where she figured out is where her brother and sister are now. She feels guilty for being out of touch for so long and for being selfish. She wants to reconnect but she isnât sure if theyâll even recognise her, or forgive her.
The reason she ran away from home was simply that she felt like a massive disappointment. Freya was actually suicidal at the time that she ran away and planned on jumping off a bridge a few miles from home. She ended up chickening out at the last minute and going to get trashed at some bar, but she didnât feel like she could go home, so she never did. She felt too ashamed.
On her travels, Freya met Duncan Hale. It was at some party and she barely remembers any of it, thanks to the little pills he slipped into her drink. All thatâs left is flashes of the rest of that night and, honestly, Freya figures itâs better that she doesnât remember any of the details.
Freya also met Jamie Kirk and had an affair with him while he was also travelling all over like she was. Itâs the first she ever heard of Baberton and it was the first time sheâd ever kissed a guy. It was like a passionate summer romance, on the beach in Bali. Freya felt like she was falling quickly for him but one morning she woke up and he was gone. She never saw him again. She never heard his name again until she looked into Baberton after finding out about her parents deaths, and sheâs horrified that such a gentle, perfect man who shed loved, could be such a monster. It makes her sick to her stomach.
