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Freya Baggins

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About Freya Baggins

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    Beserker Elven Healer
  • Birthday 04/10/1992

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    At the computer, where else?
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    Books: Reading is one of my favorite pastimes. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy is my favorite, followed closely by Gail Carson Levine's books, and Shannon Hale's books.

    Movies: I like to psudoanalyze movies. The Lord of the Rings, Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, Pirates of the Caribbean, and old musicals are my favorites.

    Filmmaking:I also like to help my Pointy Stick family to make movies. We have made two so far.

    Music: I sing and play the piano. My favorite music is any full-orchestra soundtrack. My favorite artist is Enya.

    Art: I attempt to draw. It's a good stress reliever.

    Writing: I wouldn't be here if I weren't interested in that, now would I? I've written a novel three poetry books. (none published... yet)

    Did I mention my current obsessions? I didn't! Oh, here then. *hands over a list titled "Freya's obsessions in order of importance"* It reads:
    Lord of the Rings
    Star Trek
    Chronicals of Narnia
    The Inheritance Cycle

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    Anything to make my work better is appriciated. As long as it isn't insulting. Insults are not fun. Anyway, I love help, and respect critique. I try to use the anylysis of others to make my work the best it can be.
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  1. It had been a perfectly ordinary day. A few clouds in the sky, perhaps, but what was life without a few shadows? A tall man hummed merrily as he sauntered along, walking stick in hand, going nowhere in particular.
  2. In the sky The stars shine bright Overhead In black of night With my friends All gathered round Spread out blankets Across the ground And the movie plays And the music roars And laughter rolls As the rain pours And we don’t care We dance in rain Across the grass Across the plain Everyone together Forever.
  3. I'll start forming my feline army then. Would you care to join me in the uprising?
  4. Forgotten in a tiny room, no one left to hear her cries. The outside world a wreckage, a twisted perversion. The inside world not much better. She lives, barely. Eating the survivors. Silencing their squeals. Forgotten, but forgetting, the new race rises. Replacing their masters… (or were humans slaves?) The purrs rising in crescendo until the world is overtaken by the oppressed, by the feral, by those once beloved, by the cats.
  5. Hmm... I love your comment. It made me smile. Seriously. It's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said about my work.
  6. Apocalypse In darkness He waits Silent Afraid No one left Only him Alone in the world Sky falling around him In occasional crimson shards Memories his only possession Daydreams his only comfort Then the universe cracks He finally falls At last Into welcome arms The embrace of Death
  7. I have returned... my muse finally decided to cooperate... I hope she stays this time...

  8. You know, I loved you. Once. Now, I'm not so sure. My life is precious, not to be thrown away, chasing some childish fantasy. If you waste my time You aren't even worth my thought. Imbecile. You'll never know me now. Does it hurt? Even a little? No, because I'm a coward. I can't even say this to your face. I'm the fool. You're just the boy. I was stupid. I fell for you, though you didn't want me. You saw only a friend. Never a lover. Never anything, really. I should take the hint. Leave. Abandon you. But I can't, because I'm a coward. My cowardice won't let me go. or stay. Change frightens me, but my sanity demands it. So this is goodbye. Maybe someday, you will see me again. And I'll finally say. "Idiot, I love you." And you'll say, "I know."
  9. Ouch, sounds quite painful actually... In other news... One should always check the brakes on a scooter before going down a near vertical slope. Otherwise they might break something.
  10. The only thing more uncomfortable than snorting milk out one's nose is snorting hot sauce or salsa. Also, coffee... but that just burns with a different kind of hurt...
  11. "Double Double Toil and Trouble Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble" And that is all I recall... Shakespere on the brain though... "I am sent to bid thee, come in to dinner... There's a double meaning in that."
  12. The police psychiatrist, Erstman Thorne, was not having a good day. First, he'd spilled his coffee and was subsequently late to work, and now he was saddled with this obvious lunatic. Attempting to document the myriad problems and emotional triggers of this man was an absolute nightmare. Sighing, he absently licked the tip of his pencil and dutifully scribbled, "Left eye twitches when surprised." Across the table, Torben ran possible answers through his brain. So much depended on situational information though! Were the giraffes still alive? How much blood? Were they testing the unknown substance? Growling to himself, he lightly stomped the floor in frustration. This not knowing things was getting old very quickly. Thorne noted this in his ever-expanding list of tics. Never hurt to be too well informed.
  13. ...the Berzerk elf standing directly behind her. Freya had been minding her own business, mostly, when a stampede of keep residents had mashed her into the ground. Though normally complacent, this injustice infuriated the elf and incited her underlying violent nature. If fury and pure evil could be seen with the naked eye, Freya would have been surrounded by slimy tendrils of black and red. As it was, her eyes flashed and her friendly grin became a sneer of derision directed at anyone who got in the way. Unfortunately, this was Rydia. With a mighty yell, the elf flung herself at Rydia, grabbing the NIMBALLtm as she charged past. Though she would feel bad about it later, Freya did not give a second glace to Rydia and shoved her into a convient mud puddle before vearing off towards a set of stone stairs. ((OOC: I'm figureing this is slightly like calvinball/capture the flag/gatorball?))
  14. Oops... I forgot to check in. *feels stupid*
  15. These are segments from a larger work that I am doing. I utilized the characters for a couple of creative writing assignments. Unfortuantely, I was limited to 2 pages, so they get a bit hurried towards the end. I might go back and rework them later... but for now they suffice. Homicidal Bank Robbers All was quiet in the secret base under the Victorian mansion. Penelope and Percy were in the control room, while the rest of the Power Kids were scattered throughout the building. However, this peace was shattered when raised voices started to issue from the control room and Alli, the computer’s AI, sighed with annoyance. “They’re at it again.” “Penelope Hendrickson! I said no!” said the young man with a scowl on his face. “It’s too dangerous for you to take this mission. If even the police are afraid of these guys, we need to be careful! Send someone older and more experienced.” The girl sitting across from him, eyes flashing with rage, stood up. “Experience? Is that it then? You think that I, the founder of the Power Kids, am not experienced enough to take on a couple of homicidal bank robbers? Percy, I was tracking down counterfeit money rings before you even got your superpowers!” “I’m older than you, and with your father still missing that makes me in charge.” Percy stood up as well and stepped toward his friend. “Oh, if you want to go by age, put Kat in charge!” The girl’s sarcastic tone sliced through the air like a knife. “She’s seventeen, five years older than you, but she doesn’t have PhDs in nanophysics and computer technology, or the know-how on the inner workings of this team. Oh, yeah, you don’t either, because that’s me!” Percy started to open his mouth, but Penelope cut him off, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some criminals to catch.” She angrily jabbed at a button on her watch, causing her grey nano-suit to slid up her arm and encase her, head to toe, in bulletproof material, while the watch itself became her gauntlet-shaped communicator. She was just reaching for her hooded cloak hanging on a wall hook, when strong fingers grabbed her arm and Percy’s voice grated by her ear. “Let me simplify this. You. Go. Nowhere.” The girl, now Mask, swung around, breaking from Percy’s grasp and glaring at him through the fabric covering her face. “Why? Why are you so bone-headed about this? It’s nothing I haven’t faced before. Do you want to come with me?” “No, I just don’t want you getting hurt,” grumbled the boy sullenly. “Good, now I’m leaving.” Mask stepped into the waiting elevator. Percy let out an exasperated sigh, then got in beside his friend. “Where do you think you are going, Mr. Your-not-experienced-enough?” “With you. You’ll need backup.” The young man was already fiddling with his watch, and in a few seconds his green and black nano-suit had transformed him into Control. “Fine, just don’t get in my way.” The girl strode across the garage to her waiting robotic car. “What makes you think I’d do that?” her friend shouted after her, while he grabbed his hover-board from the rack on the wall. “No reason, just that you’re standing in front of the exit,” laughed the girl as she started the car. Control gave an outraged cry and dodged out of the way as she sped past. “Hey, not nice!” The technopathic superhero jumped onto his hover-board and raced after her, soon disappearing into the darkness of the exit tunnel. A Bitter Betrayal All was quiet in the mansion on the hill. Percy sat in the underground bunker tinkering with the computer systems while his best friend, Penelope, read a book in her room on the mansion’s third floor. Before she could turn another page, however, Alli, the resident AI, materialized next to her. “Incoming message from an unknown sender for Mask,” the figure intoned in a bored voice. Penny snapped her book shut and punched the button on her wrist gauntlet that quickly covered her with a gray nano-suit. “This had better not be another eccentric fan trying to get into the Power Kids Organization. I know how much we’re revered, but this farce has to end soon or we’ll all go mad. Show me the message.” Alli’s transparent form flickered and was replaced by a slightly fuzzy picture. A voice that Penelope had been longing to hear all day started to speak; it was the voice of her father. But soon, she was overcome with horror as the man’s words sank in and inflicted irrevocable emotional damage. “Hello Mask,” he said in a slightly patronizing way, “I understand that you have been playing at being a superhero. Have you enjoyed tracking down the other heroes’ parents? You can thank me for that later. Yes, I was the mastermind behind that plot, and many others as well. As my scion, you should know and appreciate my cunning plans. “Originally, I just wanted for you to have something to do while you were playing hero. Then I realized that being a super-villain is an entertaining and rewarding profession.” The figure brandished a green blob that Mask assumed must be money. “So goodbye, dear Penny. I look forward to our next meeting.” With the sound of maniacal laughter echoing in the girl’s ears, the video disappeared. Mask stood in the middle of her room for only a second before she dashed out into the hall and bounded towards the elevator. Mind whirling, she scanned her palm and punched the button for the main control hub four floors below. I cannot sanction this behavior, even from my own father! It is a blight upon the integrity of the entire family. She fumed as the elevator sped downwards. The doors swooshed open and the superhero stomped into the room. Percy rolled out from under the computers, “Pen… Mask, what’s going on?” “Get your suit on, I found out who our enemy is.” Percy slapped his arm and the green and black binary nano-suit slid on. Now Control, he stood up, arms crossed, and demanded an explanation. “Dad just called to tell me that what started out as thoughtful provisions so I wouldn’t be bored, turned into a massive super-villain profession and an evil father, who wants me to follow him in the business. I need to devise a plan to…” Control started grinning. “You forgot what today is, didn’t you?” As his best friend looked at him blankly, he began to laugh. “You can come out now, sir!” Mask whipped around to see her father, a mischievous grin plastered across his entire face, enter the room through the double doors leading to the emergency dorms. “April Fools!”
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