TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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● hungry li'l tsundere[break] ● poster child for a little sister[break] ● tomboy with a romeo complex
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frieda's profile
i hesitate to give out frieda's hand in marriage on the sole basis that my standards have been set way too high based on past rp (literally my favorite oc pair of all time was between her and another character on an older site), so while she is technically very single and technically, because of her character, lowkey looking for prime boyfriend or girlfriend material, you really gotta be "the one", or you're tough outta luck. sorry. c':[break][break]
frieda likes to put up a front of being above romance, above the need for aid, above a lot of things, really. she tries very hard to be someone unaffected by the world, impartial to all, looking only to satisfy their ideals and complete their self-given mission. unlike the trope where the characters are hardened to the world on the outside, but actually kinda soft on the inside, frieda's insides are way too soft for her to even keep up the appearance for very long. she sees in a little stuck in the tree? she tries to walk away, then spends the next three hours struggling to climb the tree to save it and tries to come up with excuse for why after the darned thing climbed down itself.[break][break]
embarrassingly enough, she is actually kinda a hopeless romantic, after all her attempts to be cool and stoic and not-at-all-girly are through. there's something charming in the thought of someone kind, someone stronger than her sweeping her off her feet and making all of her crummy situations (being an orphan on the run, struggling to survive off minimum wage job, having no real formal education, being the younger sister of the lady who killed most of the region, et cetera) suddenly disappear. unfortunately, if any such man or woman were to approach her - the "ideal" or no - she'd probably play her tsundere part and insist she didn't need them. ackermanns are strong, after all. ackermanns don't need rescuing, and they definitely don't need a romeo.[break][break]
this post is all over the place, but i promise they'll be a little more cohesive as this thread progresses. X'D
If the life of a librarian was a troublesome one, filled to the brim with customers asking for more than could be given and harassing the poor soul behind the counter who could only claim “I just work here” in protest – okay, yes, delivery work was still an improvement over that. At best, Frieda was likely to get a whole five dollars a tip for her (notably underpaid) work, and at worst, she'd be rewarded with awkward and stifling silence from the denizen of the home she visited who just wanted to get the package transaction done and over with. Fair enough. That certainly made two of them. The longer she dawdled in any one place was less time she could put toward tracking down Lyeant's most wanted criminal on her own time, and if curt, but not foul customers were the worst thing this line of work was going to put her through, she definitely take it over customer service any day.
What hadn't been in the job description, however, at least not for this particular pizza delivery, was the chance of the stranger who'd placed in the order fleeing from his home as a panicked criminal may have fled from their own crime scene, smoke and fanfare trailing after him as he ran, a curse of “I'm never listening to you again!” falling from his lips, and his course aimed directly for - “Oof!” … Her. Directly for her. There had been just enough visual forewarning, thankfully, for her to maneuver her body just enough to protect her precious cargo from going skyward (most customers would have blamed her for an aerial pizza, even if she hadn't been the one tearing out of their own apartment like a maniac), but the food's well being came at the cost of her own, and the red head found herself knocked flat on her rear end as a result. “Hey, watch where you're going, idiot -” she hissed. The temptation to go on was strong – what sort of nimrod goes running around indoors like that or you could have seriously hurt someone or you actually seriously hurt my butt, wow – but when crimson hues found themselves flashing to the door that the fleeing man had exited from, she discovered not one, but two things that quickly quelled that. For one thing, this was the customer her pizza was supposed to be going to, and calling him an “idiot” or anything of the like had probably robbed her entirely of the chance for a well-coveted. For another: was that fire?
“Oh, Distortion World.”
Sure enough, flames stronger than what the measly little sprinkler system inside his apartment could douse roared from within his kitchen, barely visible from her vantage point, but powerful enough to teach a person fear without seeing the brunt of it. At this rate, the whole apartment, maybe even the whole apartment building could go down in flames (that was an exaggeration, she'd learn in hindsight, but hindsight couldn't stop present tense panic) if nothing was done about it. Even if they called the fire department now, there was a chance it would be too late – and leave it to her to be an ice-type specialist when they were in desperate need of quality water-type move to extinguish the inferno. Gee, Frieda, couldn't even teach one of 'em Surf? Arceus, I'm such a moron. The options they had were few, the best for her own personal interests was to run, but when one dreamt of future heroism, they had to take steps toward it in the moment. There was something she could do – maybe – and the moment the thought occurred to her, there was no way she was going to be able to brush it off without giving it a try. Not without regretting it later, anyway.
“Okay, okay, calm down -” the trainer said in a voice that very much betrayed any idea of her calming down any time soon. “I – might be able to handle this. Um. Don't freak out, okay?”
Right. Right? She had the spirit of a legendary inside of her, for the legendaries' sakes, and a fire-type one at that. How many times had she accidentally set off a fire using its Flames of Life just like this before? An embarrassing amount, that was for certain, and she'd certainly had better luck starting them than stopping them. Oh, Entei: please help! she thought in desperation before focusing all of her effort on the fire she could still just barely see. The memory of how it felt to set things ablaze was still fresh in her mind, something impossible to forget; if she could just feel it in reverse, maybe, assuming that was even possible, then she should have been able to... Ah, yes! There it went: the tell-tale flicker of a candle wick's flame struggling beneath the wind of an extinguishing breath, amplified to apply to a fire much larger than that of a lowly candle. If she could only amplify that, do it again with a bit more strength, she could probably put the whole thing out with nothing but sheer force of mind. It was working – it was working –
It wasn't. If anything, in that moment, the flames roared even higher, even brighter, even hotter, rivalling only the internal screaming audible to no one but herself.
Aha, I think these two are going to get along juuuuuust fine. Or, at the very least, commit accidental arson together. ( They didn't mean it, they swear! ) Looking at Dylan and his less-than-smooth relationship with Moltres will probably make her a little freaked out about what the future has in store with Entei, RIP, but she'll definitely hang around if she finds out that he's another fire-type trio legendary vessel like she is. They can compare notes, and try to get a hold of their sudden fire powers together. You know, that... slow... painful... process... Either way, someone a little more grounded and level-headed like Dylan would be a good influence, and a welcome friend on her end. Honestly, right now, she's almost totally friendless, so anyone's welcome. Bonus when they're as cute as he is. ;o[break][break]
Possible meetups ideas? Frieda "checks out" ( read: steals, RIP ) comics from the library Dylan works at could be one, or since Frieda's a delivery girl, she could be delivering a package to his tiny apartment. Hey, it's still better than her living conditions. In order to get a thread really rolling, we'd probably want one of them to discover the other's... well, a legendary gijinka, that way they have something to bond over more than "hey, you're doing your job and I'm a customer!" sort of deal. |D Any ideas~?
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NINENTEEN >> SHE / HER >> DELIVERY GIRL >> BISEXUAL
Post by FRIEDA MARLENE on Feb 2, 2018 22:01:04 GMT -6
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i mean, uh - not hot hot, like, i ain't hittin' on you or nothin'. that'd be pretty weird comin' from someone way younger, right? nah, just - your hair, i mean, and... your clothes are... good?????? Shoot, that just sounds like a fake compliment, uuuuuuuh -
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FRIEDA MARLENE
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FRIEDA[break] MARLENE
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bones shatter, fall apart, and hit the floor. if it doesn't thrill you, it doesn't matter anymore. bones shatter - baby, don't go out this time. no matter where you've been or who you are, if it doesn't kill you, it's sure to leave a horrible scar. bones shatter - baby, don't go out this time. so what's another stan who's not a fan a million miles away? and what's he gonna do to me that i haven't already seen? you'll never stop me. you know, it's everything to me.
the elder ackermann sister. due to a misunderstanding of gargantuan proportion, these two split off some number of years ago, and in the gap between then and now, lorelei joined and rose to the top of team imum. frieda blames herself for her sister's change in alignments, but found herself powerful during the war. now that lorelei has gone missing, frieda's set about trying to find her, convinced that she is alive.
Looking at the two, you probably wouldn't be able to tell that they get along. Actually, um, they don't. Despite how much they bicker and argue, though, the rare chance these two get together usually ends in some form of buddy-buddy antics that leave them on good terms no matter how much they argued before. In an ideal world, he'd stop acting like such a pansy - but hey, can't the same be said of her?
life goes on without me, i ain't got nobody[break] nobody cares for me, nobody
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Second daughter to the Ackermann family of Old Veherna and younger sister to the Devil herself, Lorelei Ackermann. The two are a staggering twelve years apart in age and take physically after different parents respectively, having made it difficult to pin them as blood siblings even prior to the elder's drastic change in outward appearance; to make matters worse, they're technically half siblings, seeing as Frieda was the result of one of her mother's affairs, although this isn't even knowledge held by the cheating woman in question. Money was scarce, father left home, mother lost herself in pieces over time; it's a story she barely remembers herself, too young to remember that fathers face, too oblivious to realize that mother was never waking up again. No, no, those early days are but fleeting memories flaking bit by bit into the wind. What Frieda really remembers is her childhood with only Lorelei by her side – and the terrible days that followed when she wasn't.[break][break]
(Was it Frieda's fault, then, that Lorelei was corrupted? That Lorelei killed lots and lots of people? Was it because she chose the idea of safety, the image of a man she'd never known why to hate over the love of her elder sister? No, of course not – but that doesn't keep Frieda from wondering.)[break][break]
THERE WILL COME A DAY WHEN YOUTH WILL PASS AWAY[break] - WHAT WILL THEY SAY ABOUT ME?
■ The last name “Marlene” is an alias, taken on to prevent people from mixing her up with or associating her with her sister. It's not out of malice, mind you – just the simple fact that parading around beneath the Ackermann name is about as close to a death sentence as a person can get in the Lyeant region.[break][break]
■ She works as a delivery girl, clinging to the infinitely slim chance that someday, somehow, her sister will be on the other side of the door she stands before, praying that fate will allow her the chance to see her again and make things right. While no such thing has happened yet, of course, her job does carry her all around the remains of the region, expanding her search radius by many fold... while also paying the bills![break][break]
■ In a moment of desperation, she promised her body to the soul of Entei – seeking a vessel for its own, yet unexplained reasons – in the instance that it first loaned her its power to aid in her search and rehabilitation of her sister. Entei's soul lays dormant in the back of her mind, perking up only occasionally to give her advice on not dying (something she's apparently very bad about not doing), but its power over the Flames of Life that many have sought in the past are entirely at her disposal. The pact is relatively fresh, however, and her control over flames that seem to have a mind of their own weak. All the better her team consists entirely of ice types; she's susceptible to quite literally burning up when embarrassed, and many an fire in both woods and building alike have had to be put out after she – accidentally! – started them.[break][break]
■ She requires glasses to see much of anything, near-sighted to the point that reading anything more than five feet from her face becomes near impossible, but she's frequently seen without such lenses, as much because she doesn't like them as the fact that she constantly forgets to put them on the bridge of her nose. For this reason, she tends to squint a lot, and if there's any hope of her reading something, it's if she has her face planted into it.[break][break]
■ Frie's got a thing for sweets. Bring her anything just oozing with sugar, and she'll love you forever.[break][break]
■ She's got a terrible sense of direction. Just. Awful. She'll end up in a clothing store looking for ice cream and hide her face in the clothing racks so no one sees how embarrassed she is. She'll never accept help if you offer it, though. Doesn't like to admit she's lost, either. If you forcefully lead her someplace, she'll follow, but otherwise, she's not gonna listen to a word you say about the matter.
Most people don't bother to try to imagine what family a mass murderer may have, although even if any tried in the case of a certain miss Lorelei Ackermann, few would likely imagine this to be the girl tied to her by genetics. Where Lorelei is hard, Frieda is warm – where Lorelei lacks empathy, Frieda is a bleeding heart. Perhaps the only thing they share in common is their inability to “get a clue”, as some would say, lost in their own individual, if not entirely different worlds. Frieda blames herself for the path that her elder sister took in life, and after years without any sort of contact, she's taken it upon herself to find the woman she believes – no, knows, deep down in her heart to be alive. Parading around and admitting to being a blood relative of Lyeant's most hated woman isn't going to do her any favors, though: the search is a long, tedious one ahead.[break][break]
Frieda's body currently houses the spirit of Entei and its power is hers to wield; however, Entei itself remains voluntarily dormant, waiting for its turn to pick up its own search after its host has finished her own.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
Frieda is often mistaken for being a rather mild girl – she dresses in a modest, often “cute” fashion, and is pretty mellow when you see her walking around by her lonesome. Engage in conversation, or activity, or anything, really, and you come to learn that she's anything but: no word outside of “rowdy” could really capture the legendary-housing human. Her loud, usually obnoxious tenancies can ward others off, but really, she only has the best intentions in mind. She loves to have fun, and she loves spreading that fun and joy around, so if you're unlucky enough to get caught up in her antics, be prepared for quite the ride. Once she's secured a friend in someone, she'll probably be a total mooch, but stick by 'em through the thickest and the thinnest. Loyal like a dog, she's got your back and definitely won't be the one to break up friendships.
PLENTY TO GO AROUND Food is all it takes to win Frieda's affections: offer her a lunch, and she's yours for life. In truth, some of her strongest friendships (not that she has any to show for it now, unfortunately) were started simply by sharing a meal and some excited chatter. She probably won't pay you back for the meal with food of her own or a few bucks, but company well-spent is definitely worth it... right?[break][break]
TAKING ADVANTAGE Suspicion is one of the very last things on this girl's mind when it comes to interacting with other humans beings. Perhaps the only thing she feels she cannot trust with other people is her bloodline; otherwise, she's an open book, one that can be easily convinced of anything and everything. She can breathe fire, for Pete's sake - if you've a reason to manipulate her into doing your bidding, all it takes is a flashy smile and some pretty words.
>>> HATESHIP
It's pretty easy to make friends with the red head, but it's equally as easy to blow things up and end up on her list of sworn enemies. One rude name called or one punch thrown, and she'll pretty much be spitting in your food or sabotaging your... everything until the day either one of your dies, or you decide it's about time to apologize. She's not afraid to pick fights, and while she's all bark and no bite sure, she'll get physical, but she doesn't have nearly enough strength to really back it up, the name calling and attempts at fist fights can still get everyone in pretty big trouble. Never one to accept the blame, either, if she's the one doing the wronging, she'll never turn around and fess up to her mistake. Feuds can only be ended by the other party admitting their wrong-doing and asking for forgiveness, in which case she'll usually be pretty likely to accept. Only after making them do a variety of embarrassing things to “ensure the sincerity of the apology”.
FORMER IMUM MEMBERS Reformed, in prison, or no; it's their fault that the sister she'd known and loved was corrupted and forced to do unspeakable evil, and if she meets a single one of the old members of this group, she won't hesitate to be at their throat. Someone has to pay, right? (If not them, isn't it her, herself?)
>>> LOVESHIP
It's a common misconception that Mr. Marlene's a rather “girly-girl,” and that everything beyond skin-deep is tomboy, through and through... except for one little thing. Sure, she grew up wanting to be a cool hero and played with rope instead of dolls and pretty much labeled herself as a guy in her younger days, but none of that served to quell the fact that she's always kind of been a hopeless romantic. If you talk about love, of course, she'll be all, “Ew, cooties, love is for suckahs,” but most of her favorite parts of movies have always been the guy getting the girl or the girl getting the guy in the end, and she'd be lying if the doodles she used to draw were of literal knights in shining armor saving her from loneliness and poverty. Unfortunately, she's never actually fallen in love, and she'd probably bury any crush she'd get under lots of yelling and your typical “bully the kid you like so that they never know” antics. Good luck courting this one, guys.
UH I honestly have nothing for this. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Check back later and that may no longer be the case?
>>> WANTED
She's a legendary, so fellow legendaries would make for some pretty ideal plots, particularly ones who can't wrap their mind around she and Entei's pact or refuse to accept a human mind wield an almost-deity's power. These very powers have actually made her the unwitting causation of some fires around Lyeant - in woods, in buildings, et cetera - some of which have been labelled mistakenly as arson. Police going after her and mistaking her for a criminal, or other faction members believing her to be a pyromaniac of a Republic member could be fun. Otherwise, anyone she can trust in the hunt for her sister is company well-appreciated. Let's find Lorelei Ackermann before law enforcement takes her to the guillotine!
