Race = Gaia

Description = I am burmecian (dragon-person)

Sex = Female

Alighnment = Good

Char Height = Freya's height

Char Weight = Freya's weight

Hair Color = does she have hair? I think so....I don't have a guide so I don't have a piccy! ^^

Eye Color = grey or blue, I think. Freya's eye color

Clothing = a red hat and jacket over a skirt and a red-ish pink ribbon. no boots

Char Age = Freya's age.

D Spell 1 = revive

D Spell 2 = sheild

S Spell 1 = poison

O Spell 1 = Ice

O Spell 2 = water

Summon 1 = Shiva

Summon 2 = Ramuh

Weapon = er, spears and such. I'll start out with a Dragon Knight spear.

example RP = Freya sits in a bar, drinking, deep in thought. ~It's the Festival of the Hunt tommorrow, and what better way to test her skill? She's come a long way since she began her journey. Maybe she's even reached a level He could be proud of.~

~Sir Fratley....~

The doors swing open and a young man enters. He orders the special and the barkeep calls out his name. Out of the corner of her eye she looks over at him. Monkey tail, yellow hair. So, it's him. This should be interesting.

He makes his way over to the counter. on the way he runs into the waitress. Of course, it would be just like him to flirt with her. It's his personality. Freya sits and listens. He says something about an airship cruise. Always trying to please the ladies, that one. Better save the poor girl before she gets her heart broken by this master heart-breaker.

"Hey, Monkey boy, keep it down. You're bothering the other customers." She calls out. The boy turns to her, and the girl walks off.

"Shut up, rat-face."

Freya slams down her glass in mock challenge. "I'm gonna kill you for that."

This continues on for a while. To Freya's suprise, the boy doesn't even remember her! He starts listing off names of girls. Little prick.

"Zidane...." Freya says in half anger, half jest.

"Don't be silly, I never forget a pretty girl, Freya." He comes and sits next to her at the counter. His form slouches, leaning against the counter, his tail waving contentedly behind him. "How ya been?"

"I've been. And you?"

"The usual."

"Festival of the Hunt's tommorrow. Are you participating?"

"I don't know. Don't think so. You?"

"Of course. What a better way to test my skills?"

"..."

"..."

"Found him yet?"

~Sir Fratley...~"..."

It was good to talk with an old friend, Freya thought as she traveled the city later that evening. Maybe she'd see him in the festival tommorrow. With a mighty leap of her legs, a handy hand-me down from her dragon ancestors, Freya landed the on the rooftop of the next building.

~Sir Fratley....where are you? A cold wind is blowing, I can feel it. Something's about to happen...~ She turned to the sunset. ~I've heard some rumors, but I cannot beleive them. you must be alive, somewhere! Sir Fratley...~ with another leap she lands on the ground. ~I'll find you, Sir Fratley...~