Freja Liekvold
Character
NAME: Freja Liekvold
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Soldier/Pilot
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’1” ft
WEIGHT: 160 lb
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Beach Blonde
SKIN: Neutral cuacation
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Freja is a very weak man when it comes to physical strength, because of that he makes up for it in his intellectual strength. The man is very cunning and can easily talk his way out of any situation that requires him to. His charming looks also play into the factor of swaying females and or males into siding with him. Freja being part of the military has neural implants that allow him to communicate with machines. Being in the military required the man to have some skill shooting with all assortments of weaponry, but he performs the best with one handed guns.
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Freja has many faulty things about him. For one the man is very self-reliant on technology. Having some form of tech on him at all times. Being partly robotic causes him to be susceptible to electromagnetic pulses, leaving him in a panicked state until the effects wear off.
APPEARANCE:
Freja still being rather young, he has his charming looks. The man's eyes are an ocean blue. Along with his hair being a beach blonde. He often styles it up, having some fall down to cover the right portion of his face. He prefers the messy look, as it suits his untamed personality. Being very spontaneous and colorful with his emotions. His body is rather slim, having some muscular definition in his upper body mostly. Freja’s skin is fairly pale, but can tan depending on the climate in which he stays. The man is quite tall, but for his age it's nothing too special.
BIOGRAPHY:
As a young boy of the age ten. Freja found himself causing trouble on multiple occasions. Most of the time it being a thief, as he stole food for his family from local markets. At times his family was unable to support themselves so he would have to smuggle an assortment of items to aid his family of five. His father was a blacksmith, but not many people required that kind of work so he rarely got sales. For the rest of his family he had two younger sisters, one being a near infant and the other three years apart from Freja. Until he reached his older years, the man was recruited for the army. Once he was enrolled Freja rarely spoke to his family afterwards. Living on base for the remainder of his life. Before he could be enrolled all soldiers were given cybernetic enhancements. Yet when they went to give Freja his, they had already been implanted --most likely from birth-- he was unaware of this until that moment in his life. It hit him hard, but he soon learned to live with it. Making it a gift more than a curse. Soon enough Freja began to show an interest in flying, taking on many classes for it in his time at the base. Eventually the man was ranked up to pilot, flying a LAAT.
Once he was at the rank of pilot, Freja found himself being sent on missions more frequently. Most of the missions being to escort soldiers into battle safely and provide support from the sky. Being sent to the inner rim, the pilot was ordered to evacuate a celebrity from Zoltros. With the cities being covered in war and violence, it was decided it was no longer safe. Taking along two other soldiers for escorts, Freja headed out. When the man arrived the once colorful and vibrant world seemed entirely different from how it was described. War taking its toll on the planet. The woman that was requesting the evacuation would be found waiting on a large skyscraper, that seemed as if it were ready to crumble at any moment. Deciding it wasn't safe enough to land on the building's roof, he ordered the men in the back to descend down on cables. Following his instructions the two lowered themselves down, landing upon the rooftop of the skyscraper. The celebrity made her way over to the two men. Glancing down at a screen on his control board, Freja could see what was going on below the ship. His smile suddenly faded as he saw the two men he arrived with shot by the same woman they were to evacuate. Stunned by the shock of suddenly seeing his comrades die, Freja questioned what was going on. Only to watch the woman reveal a strange communication device on her arm, as she began to speak into it. The pilot grew worried, and his worrying would be gratified as a sudden bombardment of small fighter class ships made their way around a near building. Quickly dislocation the cables from his shuttle, Freja slammed his control stick forward. The LAAT tilting down with a sudden burst of speed, Freja began to plummet hoping to create some distance. As expected the few ships followed him down, he was unable to get a count on how many there were, but he assumed there was too many for him to handle. Curving around the building he was just above, The pilot began to bend and swerve between building hoping to lose the ships behind him. Yet nothing seemed successful the smaller ships simply having a speed advantage on him. Confused as to why they would want anything to do with him, Freja debated what they might want. His ship was a basic model from the looks of it, but it did have a few expensive parts they could scrap. Thinking on that thought caused the man to get irritated, as he had spent too much time on his ship just to let it get dismantled by some pirates. Looking behind him he could see that he was making some advancement. Looking to his left he saw a small entry to was he guessed was a deserted hangar. Entering it, the pirates flew right passed. Sighing softly to himself, the man thought on the whole situation. Realizing that the woman he was suppose to escort was most likely killed by the same pirates. That could be the only way they would have know of their arrival, and the pick up point. After sometime had past, the man decided it would just be best to leave the planet and return to Kiribi. Once he arrived back home, the man requested that he no longer do evacuations.
SHIP: Customized LAAT
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Soldier/Pilot
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’1” ft
WEIGHT: 160 lb
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Beach Blonde
SKIN: Neutral cuacation
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Freja is a very weak man when it comes to physical strength, because of that he makes up for it in his intellectual strength. The man is very cunning and can easily talk his way out of any situation that requires him to. His charming looks also play into the factor of swaying females and or males into siding with him. Freja being part of the military has neural implants that allow him to communicate with machines. Being in the military required the man to have some skill shooting with all assortments of weaponry, but he performs the best with one handed guns.
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Freja has many faulty things about him. For one the man is very self-reliant on technology. Having some form of tech on him at all times. Being partly robotic causes him to be susceptible to electromagnetic pulses, leaving him in a panicked state until the effects wear off.
APPEARANCE:
Freja still being rather young, he has his charming looks. The man's eyes are an ocean blue. Along with his hair being a beach blonde. He often styles it up, having some fall down to cover the right portion of his face. He prefers the messy look, as it suits his untamed personality. Being very spontaneous and colorful with his emotions. His body is rather slim, having some muscular definition in his upper body mostly. Freja’s skin is fairly pale, but can tan depending on the climate in which he stays. The man is quite tall, but for his age it's nothing too special.
BIOGRAPHY:
As a young boy of the age ten. Freja found himself causing trouble on multiple occasions. Most of the time it being a thief, as he stole food for his family from local markets. At times his family was unable to support themselves so he would have to smuggle an assortment of items to aid his family of five. His father was a blacksmith, but not many people required that kind of work so he rarely got sales. For the rest of his family he had two younger sisters, one being a near infant and the other three years apart from Freja. Until he reached his older years, the man was recruited for the army. Once he was enrolled Freja rarely spoke to his family afterwards. Living on base for the remainder of his life. Before he could be enrolled all soldiers were given cybernetic enhancements. Yet when they went to give Freja his, they had already been implanted --most likely from birth-- he was unaware of this until that moment in his life. It hit him hard, but he soon learned to live with it. Making it a gift more than a curse. Soon enough Freja began to show an interest in flying, taking on many classes for it in his time at the base. Eventually the man was ranked up to pilot, flying a LAAT.
Once he was at the rank of pilot, Freja found himself being sent on missions more frequently. Most of the missions being to escort soldiers into battle safely and provide support from the sky. Being sent to the inner rim, the pilot was ordered to evacuate a celebrity from Zoltros. With the cities being covered in war and violence, it was decided it was no longer safe. Taking along two other soldiers for escorts, Freja headed out. When the man arrived the once colorful and vibrant world seemed entirely different from how it was described. War taking its toll on the planet. The woman that was requesting the evacuation would be found waiting on a large skyscraper, that seemed as if it were ready to crumble at any moment. Deciding it wasn't safe enough to land on the building's roof, he ordered the men in the back to descend down on cables. Following his instructions the two lowered themselves down, landing upon the rooftop of the skyscraper. The celebrity made her way over to the two men. Glancing down at a screen on his control board, Freja could see what was going on below the ship. His smile suddenly faded as he saw the two men he arrived with shot by the same woman they were to evacuate. Stunned by the shock of suddenly seeing his comrades die, Freja questioned what was going on. Only to watch the woman reveal a strange communication device on her arm, as she began to speak into it. The pilot grew worried, and his worrying would be gratified as a sudden bombardment of small fighter class ships made their way around a near building. Quickly dislocation the cables from his shuttle, Freja slammed his control stick forward. The LAAT tilting down with a sudden burst of speed, Freja began to plummet hoping to create some distance. As expected the few ships followed him down, he was unable to get a count on how many there were, but he assumed there was too many for him to handle. Curving around the building he was just above, The pilot began to bend and swerve between building hoping to lose the ships behind him. Yet nothing seemed successful the smaller ships simply having a speed advantage on him. Confused as to why they would want anything to do with him, Freja debated what they might want. His ship was a basic model from the looks of it, but it did have a few expensive parts they could scrap. Thinking on that thought caused the man to get irritated, as he had spent too much time on his ship just to let it get dismantled by some pirates. Looking behind him he could see that he was making some advancement. Looking to his left he saw a small entry to was he guessed was a deserted hangar. Entering it, the pirates flew right passed. Sighing softly to himself, the man thought on the whole situation. Realizing that the woman he was suppose to escort was most likely killed by the same pirates. That could be the only way they would have know of their arrival, and the pick up point. After sometime had past, the man decided it would just be best to leave the planet and return to Kiribi. Once he arrived back home, the man requested that he no longer do evacuations.
SHIP: Customized LAAT