Fryda

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STATS
Name: Fryda
Age: 357
Gender: Female
Race: Mountain Elf
Class: Warrior

Description: Fryda has dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Her nose is long and pronounced and she has the crowsfeet and early lines to prove that she has lived through a few problematic situations. But despite her age she is far from old and still moves with grace and speed. Her build is lithe and sinewy.
Personality: Fryda is pragmatic, frugal and down-to-earth. As a seasoned warrior, she has seen a lot and has become a bit jaded. She has a tendency to see the bad in people and it takes her a while to lower her guard. She's definitely prejudiced but she will claim those thoughts are just the result of her experiences.  
Short Bio: Fryda grew up in a mountain village but went away to train when she became old enough to do so. Since then, she has roamed her home-planet and has joined several groups: sometimes as guard, sometimes as hunter, sometimes as mercenary.
Skills:
     *Fighting (Spear)
     *Tracking
     *Stakeouts
     *Wind Magic (nothing major) -> can sometimes hear a whisper in the wind and it usually blows in her favour.
     *Danger Sense/Foreboding Feeling -> not exactly precog but it has saved her a few times.

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STORY
Fryda could not quite say how she'd gotten to Dragon Pact. Her mind was quite fuzzy about the entire ordeal and it all smelled peculiarly like magic. A little breeze picked up and cleared her mind somewhat but it failed to shed clarity. She could communicate with the locals at least, that was a blessing but she'd surmised she was no longer on her own world. She'd been whisked away, probably had tripped some ancient portal like a novice elf too young to be left alone. But there was no use wailing about the mess she'd made.
Instead, Fryda followed the directions she'd been given, as they should bring her to people with the means to travel by teleportation. She'd been lucky to land on a planet where they could do so at least. That and the person talking to her had briefly glanced at her ears but had not raised a ruckus. There'd been elves here before.
But when she reached her destination, she was met with chaos and urgency.
"Ah yes, please come along!" the human in front of her said, almost pulling Fryda along.
Not knowing what else to do, Fryda followed, finding herself in a room with winged wolves and a littler of puppies. Some of which were playing, others who were sleeping and a few who were feeding. Other people were millign around, trying to get the pups to come to them.
"Excuse me...." Fryda started, trying to explain her predicament.
But before she could finish, one of the wolves approached her. The black wolf looked her up and down and then nodded.
"You are in a predicament. You'll need someone to protect you. Sasha!"
One of the pups woke up, yawned and approached, looking up adirably to the older wolf. One of her parents?
"Do you like this woman?"
Sasha circled her, sniffed her feet, her spear and her pack. The tan-coloured wolf with the chocolate brown wings then sat down panting.
"She smells nice. I can keep her safe." she said with a confident air.
"I only ask that you care for my daughter as you would your own family."
The gravity of the promise weighed upon Fryda, but she could only accept the responsability because of the gift it was.
"I vow to do so." Fryda promised.

"Fryda! Fryda!" Sasha panted.
"What did you find?" Fryda asked when her companion reached her.
"A track." Sasha grinned.
Fryda could never see anything threathening in Sasha's smile but others seemed quite frightened by it. True to her mother's promise, Sasha had brought her back home and had protected her. True to her own vow, Fryda thought of Sasha as a younger sister or niece. Someone to cherish and foster. And after a while at home she'd realised that her old life was no longer a good fit. So the two of them had set off, travelling where the wind took them.... quite literally so.