Freya Mikaelson ⚜ Witch ⚜ (1000+) ⚜ The Awakened ⚜ ESFP
Time and mercy…
For as long as she could remember, Freya had never had a choice. When she looked up at the stars as a child, she didn’t pray for a good harvest, or for time free of her chores to play in the woods. She prayed to her namesake to lift her out of this prison, this torture and take her to Fólkvangr, the Goddess’ meadow where warriors went after they died. She didn’t wish anymore to be returned to her mother. Dahlia had managed to poison any love she held for the woman, the woman who sold her off like any common chattel. But where did that leave her? Surely Freya had fought long enough? Even only as a child, the blood her hands were bathed in seemed to drown her night after night. It didn’t matter though. She did as Dahlia demanded of her, obeyed the edicts of her cult, that nightmare band of sacrilegious shamans, the Cult of Bracken. She slit the throats of animals over a fire, then when Dahlia deemed her ready, the throats of human sacrifices, even without blinking.
She tried to be the daughter Dahlia pretended she was, even called her Mother, though Freya never even once considered her to be such. Freya had no mother and didn’t want one either. Still, for more than six hundred years Freya did as Dahlia bid her, acting as niece, daughter, apprentice, slave, to a woman she came to hate more than the mother who sold her. When she finally broke, there was no moment of clarity, no epiphany. She simply woke one morning and couldn’t bear to feel the sun on her face knowing of the darkness that ate at her soul.
So she ran.
{the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from calling.}
It took every trick Dahlia had ever taught her, every clever bit of magic Dahlia thought her too meek to ever use against her. The woman devoted her life to collecting debts owed to her, so was more than proficient at tracking people down. For fifty years, it worked. Then Freya learned of Mary.
Another little girl, just like her, stolen from her mother, her real mother, as payment of a debt, but this time, so young she wouldn’t have any memory of a real family to dream of returning to. She watched from the shadows, making sure Dahlia never saw, as the young girl grew into a dangerously powerful woman, into the daughter Dahlia had never managed to mould Freya into. By the time Freya’s chance had come, Dahlia had already warped her into something twisted, something unnatural, a woman that lived and breathed death like it was the very air that gave her life. In a twisted way, it was, Freya supposed. Still, she tried to show Mary another way, tried to convince her to leave Dahlia as she had, and be each other’s family, each other’s sister in a way they had never truly known, but deserved so deeply. Mary refused, and worse, Mary told.
When Dahlia set a price for Freya’s crime, it was steep: five hundred years of her life. Freya was locked away, banished to limbo, while Dahlia squandered the years that rightfully belonged to her. The years Dahlia had forced Freya to spill blood for. But what Dahlia couldn’t know is that Freya wasn’t asleep during those years, and neither was she alone. Freya learned of a whole new kind of magic, one that neither relied on the dead nor the living for power, but a power that came only from her. It was deeper, and stronger, and more consuming than anything she had ever felt, and a thousand times more difficult to grasp. But she had the company of the Old Gods to guide her and nothing but time to learn.
… are out of your reach.
With one hundred and forty-three years left on her sentence, the Old Gods decided she had learned all they had to teach. Freya awoke in a different world, but with the help of the Gods, always their avid student, she quickly learned to understand the magic of electricity, modern travel, the internet. These clever inventions of humanity are now just another tool in her arsenal as she hunts down Dahlia and her macabre nightmare cult. The only thing standing in her way is the family she’s always dreamed of.
Dahlia was careful to keep such rumors from reaching her naive little ears when Freya was under her thumb, but now, almost a thousand years, the Mikaelsons, the Original Family, are just as much monsters as those she hunts, if the legends are to be believed. Klaus Mikaelson, a hybrid, an unholy chimera, seems to be the worst of them all. But Freya can’t help her curiosity, the burning desire to know this family that was stolen from her. No matter how terrible their misdeeds have been, surely they can’t be as bad as the demons Dahlia has created? Freya is torn: does she seek out the family she’s been denied for a millennium? Or does she hunt down the family that enslaved her, betrayed her, and stole life from her? At the end of the day, she’s not sure which family she fears more.
WEB OF CONNECTIONS
Mary Sibley: Freya loved, hated, and pitied Mary in equal parts. Mary was her replacement, as it were, though her adopted sister would never admit to such a thing, her love for their “mother” was simply too inbred. Mary sold Freya out to Dahlia for the crime of dissent, of free will, for the crime of making her own choice for once in her life, and Freya has paid dearly for it. And yet, she can’t quite bring herself to lay the blame entirely at Mary’s feet, no matter how her betrayal hurt. How could Mary think of her as a sister when Dahlia’s twisted make-believe family was built on lies and thievery to begin with? Was Mary a monster, or merely the monster Dahlia had wrought her into?
Jennifer Blake: The woman is practically a child, but the path she has started down is dark indeed. After encountering Jennifer mid-sacrifice, she’s realized that the threat the youngest of Dahlia’s prodigies may be the greatest threat at the moment. Jennifer’s murderous spree must be stopped before the Cult of Bracken can be dealt with.
Elijah, Klaus, Kol and Rebekah Mikaelson: Unlike the sisters she was given, the family that was taken from her remains a mystery to Freya, a mystery she is desperate to resolve. Despite herself, despite a thousand years of being taught that family meant slitting throats and selling children, she needs to know them. She’s waited centuries for her real family, and while the child in her that was stolen from them so long ago can’t help but hope that they’ll welcome her back with open arms, the way she’s dreamed of for so long, the bitter cynic she’s become fears she’ll be as summarily rejected as she was by their mother. But then again, she’s heard rumors of the way Esther has treated her other children throughout the years, and it seems they all would’ve been better off without the mother they shared.
Alaric Saltzman: Unbeknownst to Freya, Alaric has caught her scent, and has mistaken her for her murderous younger ‘sister’, Jennifer Blake, after catching her psychic signature at the scene of a crime. Though they’re both on the same side, they’ll be going head to head before Freya gets a chance to prove it. And though Freya is confident that she can come out on top of skirmish with a mortal, that doesn’t mean she’ll come out unscathed.
Sophie Deveraux: Something about the story of this young witch tugs at Freya’s dusty heartstrings. Sophie is not innocent by any means, and what she’s trying to do is dangerous - but ultimately honorable. This kind of sacrifice is not the same as the kind preferred by Bracken. It’s supposed to be healing, renewing. But time, and well-intentioned - but in this case, misguided - interference have taken their toll. She wants to help her complete her ritual, not only to restore the balance the Coven so desperately requires, but to heal the woman who's being suffocated by the demands of the Ancient Ones. She knows all too well what that feels like.
Also mentioned in the following bios: Vincent Griffith (Finn Mikaelson),
PLOT TEASERS:
She may have been taken in by the Old Gods themselves, but until she gains more experience, she’ll be no match for the oldest witch alive. And that’s a problem, because Mother is coming, and she’s coming soon.
Unbeknownst to Marcel and the three living Harvest Children, there are others who don’t want the Harvest completed, and they’re willing to risk making an enemy of this lost Mikaelson daughter if it means they get their way.
ON THE SOUNDTRACK OF HER LIFE: BEGGIN FOR THREAD - BANKS (X)
FC: Riley Voelkel, non-negotiable.
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