Freya Mir'nammar
Rillemont
🍞
An exciteable and adventurous courier !
This half-elezen spends most of her days traveling about Etheyris, carrying letters, documents, and similarly small packages.No land unseen - no destination too far.
Open to both private, and public RP! Be it party, tells, or through walk-up. Do shoot a tell just in-case I'm not paying attention, though!If we plan on RP'ing? Ask for the Mare code!
(Sensitive scenes involving violent, lewd, or otherwise unsafe themes will not be held in public places.)
(That much should be obvious.)
⠀⠀⠀A single child, daughter to Elena Rillemont - a highborn Elezen. From birth, Freya was set on a rather uneasy path to life. Put under the care not of her mother, but her servants, she was not afforded the pamper that one might expect coming to someone from such a wealthy family. Yet, it was not at all a bad life. All of her needs were more than met and cared for; never in any real risk due to her mother's status... Despite her absence in her life, for Elena prioritized her work above all else.
No fatherly figure nor his influence felt.
Raised in a house of women, where all were equal.
⠀⠀⠀For Ishgard's age-old distrust of outsiders had never truly faded away despite the massive changes to it's political infrastructure with the end of the Dragonsong War, most other folk held on to their views, and not a thing changed on the inside. To be born a half-child of an Elezen, would define prejudice before one is even to introduce themselves.⠀⠀⠀And thus, Freya was never truly allowed free reign of her life. The world just wasn't quite ready — or rather, this half-elezen would never fit in, kept on a tight leash under her mother's wing - a gilded cage more thanso - as she grew; for both her own safety, and her mother's sake. Should the truth come out - that a noble had conceived and sheltered a mixed child without a parent, it would only cause conflict among her family. And this reality only further sunk in, dawning upon the blonde the more she grew, as her mother was persistent - insistent in drilling such religious beliefs to Freya's head; the usual Orthodox Church way of thinking.
Where all men and women were made equal.
Freya, was not seen as a woman.
Homeschooled and not allowed outside of her estate's premises without strict supervision, and an even tighter leash, Freya would lack most of that crucial part of growing up: socialization. She would barely speak, taught and raised not as a daughter, but more akin to a servant. With little in the way of friendships, she was also kept out of conflict, and thus she never truly learned how to behave or form bonds - romantic, or otherwise - nor how to socialize with others. Nothing outside of her formal act, instilled into the blonde by her mother, and how one was expected to behave in such scenarios. The consequences of her life, and her 'curse', would only be outright revealed to the blonde, for her to learn of why, at the age of sixteen. It caused the poor blonde to grow quite self-aware of her own small, yet sharp ears - the sole giveaway of her mixed nature. She'd keep her hair short, and yet full, hoping to hide away the source of her problems.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She had no voice, and with no voice, she would cause no problems.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Seen, but not heard. A pretty smile; straightened posture.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀If only she stuck to those principles.
⠀⠀⠀And in light of all this? She held no spite. She couldn't, for she was to blame after all. Isolation made things so much better. And yet, finally, at eighteen years of age, she was given a choice. With the recent resurgence in trade, she was free to leave. And though she held no spite towards her mother... Her choice was made. Freya took upon the mantle of a courier, so that she may gain free passage in and out of the city.
A job where she would not need to be heard - known - nor noticed.
A simple task. A simple job. To come, and to go.
Under a new name;
Free from her mother's will,
She was free to make a life of her own.
This page serves as a general pool of ideas - these are not general guidelines, or must-pick plots. They can be worked into both public, and one-on-one scenarios - though I often times prefer to figure something that best fits our preference.Courier for Hire!
Freya is currently contracted to a private delivery company - independent from the Postmoogles - operating out of the Coerthan region, with international reach. They offer discretion and speed, no matter the contents; from simple letters, to expensive, imported goods. Legal... Or otherwise.If you've made such an order, or intend on having something sent, it is very likely Freya will handle it!
____ for hire, really.
In addition to offering courier services, her company offers a variety of other services - from retainers and all sorts of assistants, to venue staff. And due to poor pay, Freya is, (un)fortunately, signed up for most of them. Sometimes, she becomes a little too desperate when money is short.However! She's quite organized, always a smile on her face!
Who ever brings a book to ____?
When deliveries are scheduled to be made in public places, Freya is more often than not found early - you might find a certain courier reading a variety of things, when waiting!A little bookworm, isn't she?
Aren't you Elena's daughter?
Those who may be even the slightest influential in Ishgard - especially around the merchantile side of things - may recognize the blonde, be it through dealings with her mother, the striking similarities between the two, or perhaps simple recognition. She was claimed to be homeschooled, and very rarely - if ever - would make herself known to the public. Even then, never too far from her mother.Don't ask why she's such a short woman, despite the Elezen heritage.
Delivery!
The simplest route one could take. A knock on your door - behind it, a blonde. Warming, yet icy blue hues. A friendly smile. A box - perhaps a letter in hands, addressed to you.She does not seem the kind to turn down a warm cup of tea.
Restless workaholic.The girl comes, and goes. Very rarely will she spend more than half a day in one place, unless currently engaged in business or otherwise. Nothing ever seems to dent her mood, always cheerful before and afterlNever one to yawn, or complain.
Loyal to a fault!
Extremely so! A people-pleaser, too. If you ask her for something, she'll go above and beyond in trying to accomplish it.Very rarely are you going to hear her say anything but the truth, and much less 'no'.
A woman of thin aether.
To those who are capable of sensing or perceiving such, the woman's presence is... Rather thin, and simple. Nearly non-existent, as if she were on the cusp of vanishing entirely. A fingerprint without ridges nor grooves—except, it does not seem to affect her in the slightest.
Getting bread.
By age twenty-one, she'd discovered a new passion. Baking!That's it. I just wanted you to know she likes to bake.
I could probably make a hook out of this, but I haven't thought of it yet.🍞
Youthful, energetic, and rather absentminded.
Pretty gay too, even if she has no idea on how to act on it.
Freya is rather short, and though she claims to be 5'1... She often wears heeled boots, and anyone with a measuring tape can easily disprove her words - barely 4'10 in reality. Weighing a little over 100lbs, one could very easily pick her up. She dons a rather slim, petite pear-shaped and somewhat fit frame for someone who spend their days walking.Full, and yet short light-blonde hair runs down just above her shoulders, kept in a state of perpetual organized mess. It is just long enough to completely conceal those short, yep sharp ears of hers - the sole giveaway to her 'mixed' nature; half-elezen, half-hyur.Her pale, sensitive skin tends to blush and bruise rather easily, giving away those adorable freckles at her cheeks more often than not. You'll always find those big, ice blue eyes of hers to always scan the environment. Always full of life, with an almost magical glint to their being.
A rather simple outfit, chosen by Freya to comfortably brave the harsh weather when visiting Coerthas; business, or otherwise.
Something lighter, picked for it's simple form and function; worn almost exclusively when performing her duties.
The black can even hide wine stains!
A training outfit, sourced by Freya herself in her mid twenties to be worn during swordsmanship practice. Flexible, light, and all-weather friendly with little restriction in the way of movements. Often paired with a longsword - a generic, blunt training model.
The following page is completely optional, and (almost) entirely out of canon. It is, however, available for viewing for those interested. As part of a story, it will rarely happen outside of it's use as a story device or with proper romantic chemistry.I may hornypost and shitpost, but ERP is not my main focus, and never will be. If you're eighteen (or the equivalent for your country) years of age, click the button below.
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This is where I dump NSFW screenshots I take out of boredom, or when an idea comes, or- you know the gist of it. None of it is taken canon to the character, it's all in good fun - and I figured it'd be worth it to share. Some are older and... Lower quality, some are newer. I added them as they were sorted, and as they're made, so the "better" things may be towards the bottom. None of it is canon, anyhow.Especially the bread collection. That one's hilarious, and my favorite thing to date.You're not supposed to be here, anyways! Shh.Last updated: 1/13/2025
Hi! I'm assuming this is the last section you've chosen to read, but regardless.This is less of an OOC, and more of a footnote. General thoughts and things I'd like to address are put out below!For starters, thank you for your time and interest as to reach out and read Freya's carrd, even if we never end up writing together.Don't be afraid to reach out - I wouldn't ever turn down an opportunity to write with someone, no matter the circumstance or character! Opposing or not, there are plenty of awesome and creative scenes to be had between the most unlikely of pairings, and unless you're some horrible, god-awful discriminatory spiteful human being — which, I know you aren't, because otherwise you wouldn't be reading this — I'm sure we'll mesh just fine!And an answer to a question; Yes, I'm perfectly fine with all sorts of themes and topics, ranging from common slice-of-life, adventurous, or otherwise traditional themes all the way to the dark, mature, violent, sensitive and erotic themes - and any combination of the above. Both in long term, and short term oneshots. Don't be afraid to speak what's on your mind! We can always work something out. ♥As for myself? I'm just a smol boye. A bean, even, though my pronouns are fluid - you can just call me what you feel comfortable with. I'm situated in Brazil - which means, my timezone is -3 GMT. For example, 12PM for me is around 10AM EST, or 7AM PST.I'm on almost all day long, if not AFK'ing somewhere or running content, then simply lounging about. More often than not, sitting around with my RP tag on. Heck - this might have been how you found me! And if you'd rather, my discord is at the bottom of the page! Feel free to send me a friend request at your leisure. It's much easier to reach me through there, and I am not against moving longer storylines there for safekeeping and ease of access.
Welcome to the fun part! Or, well, the other part.
This is intentionally kept somewhat hidden, but if you're here?Yay! Welcome. ♥
I should probably explain that everything you've read elsewhere is an outsider's perspective, and the story told outwards. None of this is crucial to your understanding of Freya. This is just there for those who want something more.
... As for the truth?
For all intents and purposes, Freya does not exist. Her mother never married, nor has she ever conceived a daughter, at least, through natural means. A merchant and a rather accomplished arcanist trade, Elena's work never quite ended and only piled on. Of course, she could never simply 'hire' another servant, the greedy woman that she was! And one day, perhaps out of need, curiosity, or simply the desire to do so—nowadays, not even she would recall—that she had tried conjuring a rather complex familiar. Something to stray from simple incantations and the usual carbuncle employed for adventuring. Those days were long behind her, after all, though it did not mean the art had become useless. The opposite! The prospect of a carbuncle who could carry out menial tasks such as cleaning was rather daunting, and not all that easy... Though, it only meant that she would pour countless hours into researching the means to achieve such a goal. Work, and more work, so that there could be none more in her future. And once she had succeeded, rather than employing the complex arcane equations and geometry to give it the form of an adorable pet, the vain woman had chosen something far more suitable: A creature made in her own image
A girl, young, the perfect daughter.
Well-behaved, and obedient. Intelligent, a girl that could speak nearly any language; it looked, talked, and acted just like any other. On the surface, no different from any other regular girl. One that could fulfill her every need, and aid her wherever necessary without demanding pay, or needing such silly things as 'rights' and 'bare necessities', and it just so happened that it served a third purpose. It would never turn her in for her shady dealings. Aether-attuned paraphernalia and under-the-table exports often put her in contact with less savory folk of the heretical kind, after all, and yet she could trust that this girl would never betray her, for she was not instructed to do so.
She was under her control, after all.
This, however, caused yet another problem for her; how could one explain the sudden appearance of a daughter? One that she could not hide forever—not having ever made the effort to do so initially. Though there were no records of her father or her existence, and very few people ever met her, Elena could not stand to see her reputation tarnished. There would be no whispers of a bastard child being raised within the Rillemont manor, no rumors of a secret lover, nor some secret affair. The girl—now, named Freya—had been 'adopted', and homeschooled. That would be the story given to appease prying eyes, and not a word more.
It would not be the last of her problems, though not for a long time.
It would only be after nearly fifty years that Elena realized she'd failed to account for yet another 'small' factor: people grow, age, and change. She had perfected this girl years past, the perfect servant, and she did not look one year older. Curious, isn't it? 'She's half-elezen, they live longer than most Midlanders' was her excuse, and still, someone was bound to be clued in as to Freya's true nature sooner or later... And yet, she could not simply unmake her. To have a girl show up in your life, and disappear, would not exactly be seen favorably, nor was it all that ethical to play god, after all. Fearing the worst, Elena would cut her little pet project loose. She no longer had a need for Freya. The girl was to finally move out from under her mother's wing, discretely, finding a job as a courier for a company belonging to one of her mother's old friends, one whom she had dealings with in the past.
Simple enough.
She was made to forget those fifty years—every last moment, memory, wiped. She was made to think of herself like any other, having a particularly rough childhood and an uncaring mother - an excuse not to seek her out. A simple life carved out of a blank slate. The girl's aether was wiped clean, and her connection to her 'mother' was severed.
An empty template, a blank slate. A fingerprint without its ridges and grooves.
One letter of recommendation later, and her first task was to deliver it to the company's Uldahn branch. Her first job, one that would ensure she is fit for the job. Not even the company had been made aware of her true nature, and Freya was given just enough aether by her mother to ensure she'd walk out of Ishgard, into the Highlands - and never to return. To dissipate, and disappear amidst the snow, with only her belongings left. A cruel fate, but one must remember; she was never really real.
With few knowing of her existence, she would not be remembered.
In a few days, there would be a knock upon her estate's door. One that Elena had expected to carry somber news... And yet, it never came. She would not hear of this girl ever again, but not for the reasons she'd expect.
Freya was alive and well.
Perhaps, her trip throughout the aetherially-dense Mor Dhona had prolonged her lifespan just enough for her to arrive in Ul'dah, or perhaps she'd simply thought to pack a snack for her trip.
One way or another, it had been completed.
This poor girl had been released unto the world with the belief that she could, truly, carve out a path for herself.
Or perhaps, she'd simply cease to exist.
Her mere existence borders possible death, and yet she'll go with a smile.
She is no longer under her control, after all.
Freya
exciteable, adventurous, purposeless
This mimicry of a girl—albeit worthless and cut loose from it's master—persists with a smile.No task too daunting - not a moment of rest.
If you've read this far, then, really, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
I hope it was a good read, as this is definitely... A lot. I hope you enjoyed reading about my silly blorbo, and I hope we can write many more wonderful things together in the future.Though, I'm sure you have questions after all this. You're free to ask me! I've left some common thoughts inside QUESTIONS?, though some of them deal with things might arise ICly, so if you'd like, you can avoid reading these entirely. However, I feel the need to clarify them, just in-case! I like yapping.
I yap a lot, I'm sorry.
A woman of thin aether.Of course, one glance is more than enough to indicate that this woman is anything but normal for those who are studied in the arts of the arcane, and conjuring. Even for those capable of merely sensing or perceiving such, the woman's presence is... Extremely familiar. It holds but a fraction of aether, and any living being this frail would've surely fallen extremely ill.It would seem that someone would notice it, sooner or later.
Restless workaholic.The girl comes, and goes. Very rarely will she spend more than half a day in one place, unless currently engaged in business or otherwise... For better, or worse. She does not ever seem to tire; she travels alone, and even after the lengthiest of walks 'neath a blistering sun, or the coldest of nights, they barely seem to dent her mood.Not one yawn, no complaints. Truly, odd.
Aren't you Elena's daughter?
Those who may be even the slightest influential in Ishgard some fifty years ago—especially those having taken part in legitimate or illegitimate trades—might recognize the blonde. Always by her mother's side, never speaking a word. And it would seem that, after all this time, she is the same. Not one year older, and not a hint of recognition in her eyes, as if she were a completely different person.Not even proper Elezen remain youthful forever.
Does she know?
She doesn't know.
What does this all mean? How does it impact my interactions with Freya?
It really doesn't. This isn't an outward 'condition', or something that changes how she acts at every turn. There is a slight, subconscious desire to follow orders, so she'll always try her best to make sure any requests are fulfilled, but... That's just a people pleaser by any other name. She interacts with the world in the same way anyone else would. Nothing changes, unless we specifically seek to involve this in our story.
Is she immortal? Does this mean she can't die?
In theory? Yes. Provided she does not dissipate away, without external interference, she will go on for as long as she's permitted. In practicality... No. She's as mortal as any other living being. I'd even say she's weaker in that regard, considering how easy it would be to dismiss her.
Does she ever get hurt?
Yes. Along the lines of, Does she also have other needs? Freya's injuries are very real, or as real as she and others believe them to be. She will bruise, she will bleed, though... Why are you hurting the poor bean in the first place?!
I'm an Arcanist/my character has studied the art/I can sense aether. What does this do for me?
Someone who's studied the art would probably have the insight to recognize her for what she is. How they act, what they do, and what happens next is just as fun to write as anything else.
What if I don't care about this?
That's okay. It very rarely is brought up, and affects a scene. Just because it is a part of her, does not mean it is a part of her that you have to interact with.
Does this mean she can't eat?
No. Eating is what keeps her alive, even more than other folk. She needs aether to survive, in a way, but not akin to voidsent. Where an arcanist would supply their summons with it, Freya obtains it through food and the environment. She's like a pretty little flower, in a way!
Wait, so how does she eat?
As mentioned, just like anyone else does. Granted, not having a 'normal' body does mean that anything she eats or drinks does simply... Break down and disappear after she does.
Does she also have other needs?
Yes, and no. For example, she can't throw up, because there's nothing there. I also like to think that she does not necessarily get drunk, or need sleep by herself, though if there is an expectation of such, then she could interpret it as someone's desire for it to happen, and might act accordingly, as is her nature.
Why does a familiar emulate a living being so well?
Because I felt it would be interesting to explore this concept, as a character. If Freya were to be a completely inhumane doll that does not eat, breathe, show emotion or interact, then that wouldn't be very fun for anyone, would it?
What's all this about 'expectation' and 'belief?'
In my own personal interpretation, Freya was originally created to serve. The very blueprint of her being was tailored to obedience. She is, however, 'unattuned' to any one person, and thus will be more likely to listen to anything that she subconsciously perceives as a request, or a command. Similarly, if one were to say, slap her? The intention to deal harm is there. Pain is felt, so on, so forth.As of Endwalker's story events, one could almost presume that a being of such thin aether would be succeptible to manipulation through emotions.
tl;dr semi-loppy excuse not to make her completely dull and brainless, but more lifelike and enjoyable to interact with.
I don't like this. It feels snowflaky/too unique/it's too much. Can you change it?
No, and that's totally okay, you reserve the right to avoid interacting with a character concept you dislike.