#freya daniels

[vaultgirl2077]

For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed and never reopened.

It was here you were born.

It is here you will die.

Because in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.

[tales-from-the-wasteland]

Chapter 1 - Forever a Wanderer

“Come on, sweetheart. It’s almost time for your party. You can't hide in the vent all day. Amata has worked so hard and everyone is waiting for you.” The Doctor of Vault 101 insisted as gently as he could, slowly edging up higher on his tiptoes so he could get a better look at his daughter.

“I'm not going! He's going to be there and it's all his fault!” The small girl huffed, turning her back and shuffling herself further into her secret hiding place.

From the moment she took her first steps, Freya Daniels had always been a wanderer. In fact, it was her habit of exploring that had got her into this mess in the first place.

“Ah yes. I did see Butch running off with a bloody nose a little while ago. What did he do this time?”

“He snuck up on me and I got my hair caught. He said he'd help and...and…” Freya trailed off, her words hitching and catching in her throat from the emotion.

Her voice was replaced by the sound of leather being dragged across metal, until her head poked out of the vent and looked up at her father. That was when he saw exactly what the problem was.

“Oh! Well...Isn’t that...I...I think it looks lovely, sweetheart! A sophisticated new style for your birthday. The big one zero!” James reassured with an enthusiastic smile.

Freya didn’t respond. She knew her father was just trying to be kind but her hair spoke for itself.

Her hair was not her choice and it was not her fault. She had been absolutely fine until Butch had snuck up on her and startled her. While scouring the vents she’d overheard Stanley mention how there was a light out down in the reactor and he was too large to get close to it. Freya thought she’d help as she most certainly was not too big to get there.

It was all going well until the last few seconds. Freya was about to pull away after replacing the bulb and that was when she heard Butch’s accusatory voice asking her what she was doing there.

“Kids aren’t allowed in the reactor.” He’d chastised smugly, either not having the common sense or the care to realise that that rule applied to him too.

Jumping in surprise, Freya lost her footing, resulting in her hanging from the metal casing of the light by her unruly mane of red hair.

While she screamed from the searing pain in her scalp, Butch had panicked and put himself underneath her to stand on for support. Using quick thought and just as quick action, The boy had brandished the pocket knife that Freya knew he was not meant to have; before she could protest, he cut her free.

The pair of them both fell to the floor in a grumbling heap. Eventually Freya rose to her feet and dared look at the ceiling. Though the patch still burned fiercely from the strain even now, Freya wished he’d just left her there. Seeing all that hair stuck to the ceiling made her small heart sink.

Then he had the audacity to start laughing. Freya was not responsible for her actions after that.

Butch dropped his knife while he ran away crying from the scuffle. Freya had grabbed it as she scurried off into her hiding place, using it to try and even out some of the damage. Her waist length auburn curls had been taken up to her shoulders and she felt absolutely hideous.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you that I have it on good authority that Stanley had gotten you a baseball cap? Not to mention, if you don’t come out then Butch may get some of your cake before you. We can’t let that happen.” James pointed out, lifting his arms as an invitation.

Freya hadn’t considered this and felt the anger bubble within her. With great reluctance, she kicked her legs out of the edge of the vent and pushed herself into her father’s arms so he could take her to her Birthday party.

Of course Butch had been there and of course they had gotten into another fight when he tried to take the sweetroll that Old Mrs Palmer had given to her as a gift. Some form of compensation for the swollen nose he was now forced to wear. He didn't exactly have the best reaction to Freya licking it all over before slapping the wet pastry into his face. It wasn’t the first time that the guards had to literally drag them off each other nor would it be the last.

They always fought like cat and dog. Incompatible to their very cores. Even as they got older and their hormones made that unbridled anger turn to attraction, no one could ever ignite such pure rage in the otherwise docile doctor’s daughter than Butch DeLoria.  

Though throughout all of their fights, there was none quite as bad as the day of the G.O.A.T…

Amata Almodovar had been Freya's best friend since the two were infants. Having both lost their mothers young, it only made sense that the small girls found comfort in each other through their grief. But that's not all there was to their ever growing friendship. The pair shared strong minds and equally strong morals. They were inseparable throughout all of their lives, more like sisters than friends. Able to trust and understand each other so innately, that it was as if they shared a telepathic link.  

That was, except when it came to one particular area of Freya’s life, or rather, one person. No matter how much Amata tried to understand what her friend saw in Butch DeLoria, she just couldn’t see it. He was arrogant, rude and downright confrontational.

Always looking down on people trying to keep the Vault peaceful and happy and always breaking the rules to cause trouble. Still despite this, since they were 12 years old, Freya had found herself in a constant volatile cycle of being in and out of a relationship with the head Tunnel Snake. The term like chalk and cheese didn’t do them justice, they were just never going to work despite the inexplicable attraction. No matter how viciously they fought and hurt each other, that magnetic force would drag them back together time after time again.

Well, until the day of the G.O.A.T exam. That would be the day that Freya was finally able to hammer the final nail into any desire she had for the troubled boy.

As she was rounding the corner to meet Amata, as she always did before class, that was when she saw Butch, Wally and Paul surrounding the Overseer’s daughter like a pack of wild dogs on prey.

“Get out of my way you stupid Tunnel Snakes!” Amata snapped, shoving Butch as he boxed her in closer.

“I can show you a real Tunnel Snake, Amata.” He sneered back, arm up against the wall next to Amata’s head to stop her getting by.

“God, Butch! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” She retorted, her voice dripping with exasperation and just the slightest hint of fear.

“What are you going to do, Amata? Run and tell your daddy on me?” He laughed cruelly, his hand reaching to his pocket and Freya knew exactly what he kept there.

Before her head had got the memo, Freya’s legs had rushed her forward. Using all the strength she could muster from the adrenaline, she rammed her pixies frame into Butch and pinned him to the wall.

“Leave her alone or you answer to me.” Freya hissed.

“And who are you? Her Girlfriend? Ha! Should have known.” Butch laughed purposely eyed her from head to toe. Like a switch had been flipped, all she saw was red. He’d hit a nerve and they both knew it.

The reason she’d broken up with him this time was because he said her haircut made her look like a guy and her small chest didn’t help matters. How he didn’t want the guys to think he had a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend. Now he was here harassing her best friend? It was the final straw. Despite the fact she was smaller than Amata by at least half a foot, Freya swung for Butch, landing a smack across the jaw which spun his head to the side from the impact. Immediately she felt herself being dragged off him and pulled to the floor by his two lackies.

“Get off of her! Leave her alone!” Amata yelled, pulling off Wally who was about to land a punch and dragging him on top of her.

Freya barely noticed the other two were there, the only fight she had was with Butch and she made sure he felt the full force of her wrath.

“What the hell is going on here? Break it up! Break it up!” Mister Brotch yelled as everyone but Butch and Freya scrambled to get to their feet. “You’ve all got the G.O.A.T to take so unless you’re all hoping to sign up for the vault wrestling team, stop the fighting and go take a seat.” The teacher ordered as Amata, Paul and Wally scurried off. That’s when he heard Freya and Butch still cursing each other at his feet.

“DeLoria! Daniels! Goddamnit, I said break it up!” He yelled once more before leaning down and grabbing each of them by the scruff and dragging them to their feet. “Enough! The test is about to start. I want you both to see me afterwards...You two are worse than wild animals. Freya, I’d expect better of you.” He sighed and let them go, purposefully positioning himself between the two teenagers to stop them going at it again. At his words Freya found her composure.

“Sorry, Mister Brotch. I-” She glanced at Butch who was glaring at her through a swollen eye and fat lip. “It won’t happen again. I’m done wasting my time on this loser.” She glared back and turned on her heel, knowing that there was not a single chance of any making up this time.

The results for the biggest exam of their short lives told Freya exactly what she already knew. She was destined to be Vault Doctor just like her father. Though while he was speaking to her and Butch, Mister Brotch did warn her that Overseer Almodovar was unlikely to appoint a Physician that had a tendency for attacking their patients. Butch had started snickering before the teacher cut him off and informed him that his ideal job would be a hairstylist. Freya didn’t laugh, in fact she didn't say anything before walking away and catching up with Amata. That's how he knew she was serious.

Butch left it a few days and eventually swallowed his pride to come and talk to her while Paul and Wally were sick. Any other time before this and they’d have been down in the reactor and making out before either of them had time to think about why they were even angry in the first place. But not this time. Freya had meant what she’d said and simply told him that she didn’t want to speak to him anymore. From that day on, Butch didn’t bother either of the girls beyond the odd jeer in the hallway to keep up appearances.

Life for the next three years in the Vault passed without much trouble or event. While Amata studied to take after her Father, Freya did the same with her own. Science had always been her favourite subject and she’d idolized her Father and his work her entire life. Helping people was in her nature and the fact she was good at it was just a bonus.

Though her early life had been filled with a restlessness to explore and maybe even leave the vault one day, as she got older and spent those long days seeing patients and filling out medical reports with her father, she realised that life in the Vault may have been a little dull sometimes, but she was happy and, more importantly, her father was happy. She may feel restless and selfish at times, but she was needed here. She was making a difference to her fellow dwellers lives and making her mother and father proud with the life they had always wanted for her.

There was no point mourning and yearning for something she’d never known and never would know. She was born here, just like her parents and their parents before them.

And she would die here just like them too...

Because in Vault 101, no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.

[vaultgirl2077]

“That crazy kid from Vault 101…”

[vaultgirl2077]

Yo I was browsing the lone wanderer oc tag and saw you also recognize that Catherine was black? Also both our lones are natural redheads! Anyways love your oc, have a lovely day!

Awwww thank you darling! Freya and I love you too ❤️

Id love to know more about your OC!

And as for Catherine - I always considered this canon given that her in game character model is black, plus the photo you find of her and James in Vault 21/Cut content at the Jefferson memorial…I know she can look like what ever the player wants, same as how James changes depending on how you design your LW, but I wanted to keep my Lone Wanderer as true to those details as possible. Therefore she is mixed with James being white and Catherine being black.

[vaultgirl2077]

" Let's get a picture together. Capture the moment."

[vaultgirl2077]

Since 3 is your fave, how about info on your lw oc? 👀

My baby Freya!! Hmmm what can i say about her?

She’s got all the canon lone wanderer details - age, birthday, dad etc…

She’s the most PURE good karma character I’ve ever created…kind of baby where she would legit happily give her last scrap of food to someone who had just tried to kill her, even if it meant she wasn’t going to eat for the next week.

She is TINY baby - 5ft exactly and very petite frame. Big butt but the rest of her is very tiny pixie build. Shes so smol that those who first meet her think shes much younger than what she actually is - this is funny when she meets Charon especially

She has a HUGE mane of auburn curls that are down to her waist - Her hair is bigger than her tbh 😂 in the wasteland she keeps it scooped up in a big hat to avoid it getting her in trouble.

She is mixed race! James is white while her momma Catherine was african american. Freya got her HUGE brown eyes from her dad! Catherines were smol and grey.

Despite being absolutely tiny and very good karma - she used to get into fights with Butch and his tunnel snakes a LOT when she was in the Vault…primarily defending Amata. She and Butch used to date but they had the WORST on and off relationship up until they were like 16 when he took shit too far and she dumped him for good. On the same note - she and Amata were the bestest of friends and like sisters growing up.

Freya has INSANE strength for her frame and size. She could handle herself against all the tunnel snakes and her favourite weapon besides the pistol amata gave her is the super sledge! Which yes is about the same size as her 😂😂 her strength only improved when she got the ANT MIGHT perk from the fire ant scientist lmao.

She absolutely idolized James and is also a doctor like him! She was training to become the vault doctor like him and her GOAT results confirmed this too. She loves science and medicine.

Her first companion and adopted dad was Jericho! He thought she was some badass from the vault who killed a load of people so he misjudged her based on a rumour and didnt realise how much of a goodie two shoes she was until they were already on the road and he felt bad for her and was attached then(even if hed rather kill them both than admit that). Her other main companions are Charon and Dogmeat but she does pickup Fawkes and Butch along the way! Theyre the merry band of tunnel snakes and yes Jericho hates this 😂😂

I could go on forever about my baby and this is just her Fallout 3 basic details so I’ll stop there! Here’s some pictures of baby and thank you for asking about her darling!

[vaultgirl2077]

🌸♀️ Happy International Women's Day! ♀️🌸

In every Fallout game I make my protagonist female, but I've never actually put them in one post before! What better day to appreciate my badass Queens?! 💜

Each of my girls are equipped with their signature outfit and weapon✌

I have so many more amazing lady Fallout OCs but I had to do something special today for my mains 💕

[vaultgirl2077]

Chapter 2 - Resfeber - Part 1

“Freya! Come on! You have to wake up!” Amata’s frantic voice flooded her senses; the vault sirens in the background growing louder as she came back to consciousness.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Amata?” Freya grumbled, blinking repeatedly as her eyes adjusted to the light and she found her footing.

“You’ve got to get out of here! Your dad is gone and my father’s men are looking for you!” She hissed, grabbing Freya's arm and dragging her small friend to the door.

“What do you mean my dad is gone?!” Freya yanked her arm back, her heart hammering in her chest as the words sank in and filled her with dread.

“He’s left the Vault! I don’t know how, but he’s gone, and my father...he’s kind of gone crazy.” Amata’s face crumbled.

“Dad couldn’t have really left the Vault! That’s impossible!” That’s what he’d always told her, he couldn’t be gone..

No…

“I thought so too. But it’s true. He’s gone and Jonas is dead and now they’re looking for you!” Amata flung her arms around her friend’s neck as she saw the colour drain from her face. After several seconds of stunned silence and Amata sobbing into her mane of hair, Freya felt fury flood her. Breaking free of her friend’s grip, she walked over to her desk and tucked her hair into her large wool hat before grabbing the BB gun that her father and Jonas had presented her with on her tenth birthday.

“Tell me who killed Jonas. They won’t get away with this!” Freya growled, forcing the words through gritted teeth so the tears wouldn’t break free from their ducts.

“I don’t know. Some of my father’s men…” Amata said softly as she placed a hand on Freya’s trembling shoulder. “Look that doesn’t matter right now. You need to worry about getting out of here alive. Revenge will have to wait.”

Freya visibly tensed. The urgency of her reality was finally setting in.

Dad was gone. Jonas was dead. She was next.

It was either leave now or don’t leave at all. Logic prevailed over emotion and she knew Amata was right.

With a deep exhale she relaxed and holstered the weapon over her shoulder. “Fine. Escape first, payback later.”

“Good you’re finally talking sense.” Amata sighed with relief. “My God this is all so crazy. I can’t believe your dad didn’t tell you he was leaving.”

“No, I had no idea he was planning to leave.” Freya winced. That was the part that made the least sense to her. She was with her dad eating supper and laughing over Andy offering to assist them in surgery just last night. 

Every time she’d asked him about leaving the Vault over the years, he’d practically scolded her for the notion. Now he was gone without a trace?

Once more that dread in the pit of her stomach made her feel like she was going to vomit.

Amata once more pulled her best friend into a hug, seeing the cocktail of emotions dance across her expressive face.

“Oh Freya, I’m sorry. I’m sure he had his reasons. Maybe Jonas was meant to explain everything to you?”

Freya remained silent, her body limp as it sank in further that Jonas was dead too. The man wouldn’t hurt a fly and he was murdered in cold blood, for what? Wanting to do what everyone else down here was too scared to say out loud. 

They’d all thought it at some point in their lives.

How could they not with the whole world beyond those doors? So close you could taste it. Humans were never meant to be cooped up like this.

She’d always known it…

Amata was still talking. Telling Freya of her plan to get her out of the Vault via a secret tunnel in her father’s office that only she and the Overseer himself knew about.

She’d barely been paying attention to her friend, her head so scattered that it was hard to focus on anything but the overwhelming grief consuming her.

“You’ll have to hack the computer in his office to open it.” Amata then thrust a set of keys into Freya’s dumbfounded hands. “Use these to get into his office. That’s how I always get in.” She really had thought of everything.

“What makes you think this tunnel won’t be guarded? It could be a trap...If my dad left then--”

“We don’t have time for this Freya!” Amata cut her off, shaking her head and folding her arms in frustration. “Trust me, security doesn’t know about the tunnel. Just my father -- and me.” Her hand slipped inside her suit and moments later, she pulled out a shining metallic gun.

“Maybe this pistol I stole from my father will make you feel better.” She held it out and Freya’s eyes grew so wide they threatened to pop out of her head entirely. “Go ahead, take it, and then let’s get out of here.” She smiled and placed the gun in Freya’s hand, closing her fingers around the cold grip.

“Thanks, Amata. I-I’ll only use it as a last resort, I promise.” Freya gulped and tucked it into her belt.

“Okay. I’ll try to meet you at the exit” For the third and final time, Freya’s best friend pulled her into a hug. “Watch out for security. Good luck!” With a kiss to her cheek, she let her go darted for the hallway.