Synopsis
My, what a curious personality you have to ask of my person. I guess the better to understand me with I'm guessing. To put it simple I'm just a mortal woman trying to live in this dangerous world of ours; fighting all the horrid monsters that plague it.
Description
Ooh My what demanding nature you have, now you want to talk about my looks? I guess the better to picture me I take it? Well I'm twenty-five years old,
petite frame and stand at
five-foot five. When you take a quick glance at my eyes most people would say that I have brown eyes, however I've been told if you look at them long enough they take on this
dark reddish color (maybe it also depends on my mood, whose to say really?). My
deep black locks are wavy but I prefer to usually have it in a simple french twist up-do. More facial features well the only real thing I can comment it that they say I have
very plump and rose lips. As for the rest of my body I may not be graced with a very large chest, but I make up for it with
very womanly curves. If I hand to pick my best feature it would have to be my
legs, what with all the running I do from vicious wolves every time I simply go see my grandmother what girl won't have such gorgeous legs?
My typical clothing is black loose fitting boots, black tights with a mini black tutu with red trims hanging around my hips, a deep red corset type blouse and to top it off my signature Red Hood. When I was a young girl it had been a pale red, as I entered my teens I was a pure red color, and now it is a blood red color, which I enjoy immensely. I could flare up my outfits from time to time but that requires to much energy, energy which could be spent ridding this world of vicious wolves.
Personality
My what a personality I have! Some could say I'm a little bit bipolar and a bit on the
sarcastic side, however that is just their way of saying they don't understand my wit nor my wide variety of emotions. What I assume people think of me is this
very moody and very
distant kind of person, but really I've been living in the woods for half of my life a part from any other human being; it's kind of hard being around a lot of people. The only thing I've come to know is hunting and when it comes to that can you really tell me that you can have 'cheerful' or 'heartfelt' feelings? Ha! Life is hard honey and when your life is sugar coated the easier it is to hurt your 'precious' feelings, I say toughen up when your young or else you're living an ignorant life.
I have a short-temper yes, I just don't like dealing with bullshit all the time. Seriously in this day an age it shouldn't matter that I'm a woman looking for a good hunt, I shouldn't be hit on by the person looking for a hunter. Just because I use my seductive charm here and again to get information doesn't me that is all that is too me. I'm a capable and skilled hunter. Also the fact that I ask for weapon materials in the shop and the shop keeper takes note and ask if I'm getting it for my father. Gods! I can forge weapons and ammo as any other man out there! I've been trained by a very skilled man and he had taught me everything he knows. Man just talking about pisses me off... NEXT.
I guess the only thing I can say about is that I may have a tough shell, life made me that way. However I do have a soft side, it's hard to bring it out in me but I'm not just a cold heart harpie.
Equipment / Abilities
Equipment
My favorite weapon to use would be a silver coated axe, it makes killing those hideous werewolves much easier. It was given to me by the adoptive father, the huntsman. I also carry you're standard guns, hand gun and shot gun whose ammo has specially made silver bullets by you're truly, and a hidden hunting knife.That is what I usually carry on me but I'm quite adept to any weapon really, my adoptive father made sure that I was never helpless ever again.
Abilities
I've been living in the forest for a majority of my life so my survival skills you could say are much greater than your average person. I can also sweet talk my way through any situation, and oh how fun that is. I'm very agile and flexible, you wouldn't believe how helpful that is when you're trying to outrun a werewolves; they tend to be very hand-zie if you know what I mean. I make my own ammo and weapons sometimes, either that or I tweak weapons that I've bought. What else really? I guess you just have to get to know me better.
Powers
No power has really 'awaken' yet but my adoptive father always told me that there was a story about my Red Hood. He said that once in a while my grandmother or mother would bring up the story of the Hood but never really reveal much besides the fact it's been in our family for generations. Maybe there is something to it may be not.
History
When I was small my mother had always given me the task to take food to my grandmother who had chosen to live deep in the forest, away from the rather large village my parents and I lived in. Every other day I would carry the basket full of food through the forest, never adventuring outside of the paths my mother showed me to my grandmother's house. When she told me memories the various ways to get to my granny's house and told me to never use the same one in a row. When I had asked her why it was she told me to not question her and that hopefully I never know the reason why. One day when I was around 12 a man stopped me on my way back to my village and said to me, "My what a rather red cloak you have on my dear!' I didn't bother him with a reply and just ran all the way home and told my mother what had occurred, she asked me frantically if the man had where I had come from. I had told her no that I had been rather far from granny's and closer to the village if anything, I still remember the sinking look in my mother's eyes.
In the middle of the night my mother had woken me up and told me to get dressed quickly. She shoved a basket into my chest and pushed me out the door telling me to go to my granny's and to not come home until she came for me. I banged on the door crying for my mother, asking her why but the only response I got was 'Freya you must leave. Now!' Hurt, I ran to my grandmother for her comfort, she seemed to always understand what my mother was thinking about. Through my tears I hadn't noticed that I was off the path and I had lost my way, as I stopped to survey the area a loud crack broke the silence in the forest. I thought for a moment that it had be thunder, but the sky didn't have a single cloud and the sun was slowly inching into it. When I realized it was a gun shot I ran towards the source, hoping that it lead me to my granny's and that she was alright. I was relieved that the sound did lead me to my granny's house but a sinking feeling over came me as I saw the usually closed door to the house was destroyed; it barely hanging on it's hinges. As I stepped closer to the house, my eyes went wide as saucers and my legs giving under me as I saw a wolf on its' hind legs eating my grandma.
A slight whimper escaped my lips and the wolf turned to me, dropping my grandma's body to the ground. It smiled a wolfish grin and transformed into the man I had seen earlier and said to me "My Little Red Riding Hod what large eyes you have. I guess the better to watch with." He laughed as he lunged at me and I closed my eyes to shut out what was happening. However pain never came, it seemed that during my panic I had drowned out any feeling and noise, including the gun shot from behind me. When I opened my eyes again I say the retreating figure of the werewolf, a trail of blood following after him. I turned around to see a man wielding a shot gun, the look in his eyes as his gaze focus on me was of pity. Right then and there I knew what had taken place; the look on my mother's face was clear to me then and I realize why it marred her gentle face. "They're dead, aren't they?" I had asked him, his silence answered my questions as the tears ran down my face. "What do I do now? Tell me!" I was desperate for anything to hold on to, even this complete stranger. He gentle placed his hand on my shoulder and motioned for me to come with him.
He revealed himself to a huntsman who frequented our village and became a family friend to grandmother and mother. He had arrived just before sun rise and saw the damage that had been done to the village; he told me no one survived and that the markings on the dead bodies told him that it was werewolves. He had worried for my grandmother, after seeing the massacre in my house, and ran the shortest route there. He told me that he would take me in as his daughter and I told him that I didn't want just that but to be his apprentice as well. He pasted away two years ago, and left me all that he had in the world; a small cottage deep in the forest and a very tiny fortune. I was never greed and I was proud of myself for supporting myself by finding work by exterminating werewolves and other creatures.
Extra
I'm an excellent cook, I enjoyed making meals for my recently deceased adoptive father, he always told me that I inherited the skills from my mother who in turn inherited from my grandmother. Just thought I should through that card on the table.
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