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[atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/freyrbackground.png] Name: Freyr Gender: Male Life Span: 3 years Alliance: Unknown Appearance: Freyr gives off an ominous aura, to say the least. When he's in the presence of others, it is often said that he sends chills down your spine. His eyes are a vibrant, glowing blue and hide any emotion in them. His limbs are long and dainty, giving him a spider-like build. His chest isn't too deep, but he's trained himself to have a great amount of stamina for such a small pair of lungs. Freyr's fur is a dark ebony with small, light amounts of white mixed in here and there. The shorter hairs around his face are a deep, deep, dark chocolate brown and these hints can only be seen in certain rays of light. His ears seem a little small, though they are average sized. His muzzle is long and slender and tapers off into a round. His paws are heavy and large, yet they create no sound when he walks. Running, on the other hand, causes a great deal of noise. Personality: Freyr is insane, if you put it nicely. He rapidly turns his head to the right every few minutes; a twitch, if you will. He is merciless and he loves blood. He's basically a psycho killing machine. When he's resisting the urge to shred you to pieces, he can be quite comical, in an insane way. He is lazy, unless he's filling his thirst for blood. He can be arrogant and dominant, and he's definitely headstrong. He's anti-social in the sense that he prefers solitude over company. He's socially awkward, and just kind of speaks whatever he's thinking. He's severely opinionated, and he won't stop himself from opening his mouth only to let a few acidic phrases fly off his tongue. He is sly, intelligent and he likes challenges. History: Freyr had a stressful childhood. His parents took good care of him, but his was orphaned at five months old when a fire took their lives. He was picked up by a pair of humans that housed him until he escaped one day, when he was around ten months. He managed to survive, having only himself for company. Freyr has been alone since the human incident, which has caused him to fear them with the burning passion of a thousand desert suns. He isn't looking to settle down, he's looking to have fun and it will always be like that. Freyr doesn't believe in love, nor will he ever, but if he happens to find a girl he doesn't want to leave, then that chick will have one beast of a stalker. PASSWORD ACCEPTED! Role Play Color: Role play Speech

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- I love Freyr, great app! <3