out in the garden — sofia isella
lyrics ↝ i'll meet you out in the garden
dressed like the devil, like a lamb that's been sharpened
if you puncture me i won't bleed
something isn't right, isn't human about me
— FREYA'S ALWAYS BEEN A STRAY. it's just part of her nature at this point. from the time she was a young hellborn critter, she's had to make her own way and find her own entertainment. it was easy to slip away from home unnoticed, vanishing for days on end to eagerly explore all that hell had to offer. but her favourite was the circus. the animals were lame and the acts were stupid, but it was the two young clowns there no older than she was that really caught her eye. fizzaroli the prodigy and silly little blitzo.
— AFTER THE CIRCUS FIRE, freya's two friends seemed to vanish from the face of hell for a time. and so did she. years later, rumours began to spread about the one called "the jackal" or sometimes "the sunset reaper". the hellborn killer responsible for the death of the powerful overlord who'd kept her under one thumb for years. freya revelled in her new infamy and the unfamiliar sense of security it brought.
— WHICH WAS HOW SHE DISCOVERED A NEW BUSINESS run by an old friend, perfectly suited to her skill and reputation; not to mention her tastes. it was entirely coincidental the day i.m.p.'s advertisement popped up on her tv, but one devious grin and stroll to the greed ring later, she realises she might have accidentally found exactly where she belongs. and freya sure as hell doesn't believe in a god, but she'd praise dumb luck for eternity after that day.
F A C E :
N A M E : freya morningstar — the jackal, the sunset reaper
B I R T H D A Y & A G E : october 13th, age unknown
I D E N T I T Y : female, she/her, bisexual
S / O : THE COMEDIC CRIMINAL — blitzø
P O W E R / F E A T U R E S : hellborn half-fallen angel
↝ large animalistic demon form, magic absorbtion & redirection, energy sensing, umbrakinesis, lethally venomous bite & tail barb masterful combatant & assassin
L O V E S : music, black cats, storms, rings, creepy facts, peaches, doodling, chocolate, coffee, sharp objects, sarcasm, polaroids (secretly), mechanics, making a fight look like a dance, scorpions
H A T E S : centipedes, mushrooms, cold damp weather, rubber ducks, people who can't stick to the bit — will respect committing to the bit even if the bit is bad, classism
T R I V I A :
She has her heart-shaped sunglasses around at all times
Her weapon of choice is a spear, but she does delight in the BAM of the guns she steals from blitzø
Loves press-on face gems
Stretches, twitches & growls like a cat in her sleep
Taps her tail barb rhythmically from the shadows before an attack, which just makes her all the more menacing (every urban legend needs a staple, right?)
She has a long fuse with many close-together stops of irritation along the way, but when the fuse burns all the way out her temper is nasty even by demonic standards
