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"Perfect is very boring, and if you happen to have a different look, that's a celebration of human nature, I think. If we were all symmetrical and perfect, life would be very dull."
Name: Freya Moth
Alias: Hologram
[Disclaimer: Your character can only sense Freya's abilities. They are not permitted to know she is a witch or dormant werewolf unless told otherwise.]
Age: 32
Height: 5'6"
Occupation:
Barista at
Old Hollywood Aesthetics
Witch
Dormant Werewolf
Former Prima Ballerina
Model
Disguised Singer
Talent scout for Moreau Designs
Personal assistant to EvaPrimrose
Relationship Status:
Happily engulfed in her Burning--Inferno
[FC: Natalie Dormer VC: Sia]
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Name: Freya Moth
Alias: Hologram
[Disclaimer: Your character can only sense Freya's abilities. They are not permitted to know she is a witch or dormant werewolf unless told otherwise.]
Age: 32
Height: 5'6"
Occupation:
Old Hollywood Aesthetics
Witch
Dormant Werewolf
Former Prima Ballerina
Model
Disguised Singer
Talent scout for Moreau Designs
Personal assistant to EvaPrimrose
Relationship Status:
Happily engulfed in her Burning--Inferno
[FC: Natalie Dormer VC: Sia]
Sovereign RP account
[Other accounts include:]
Favourite Visual Artist
Victor Moreau
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Falling In Reverse, Breathe Carolina, Jacky Vincent
Favourite Books
Butterfly Effect
Tools of the Trade
A cheeky smile
Other Interests
Witchcraft, Wolves and Fire
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Jerome slowly sat up in bed, yawning while running both hands up through his messy curls until they eventually went up past his head. Dropping his arms, he smiled over at Freya laying next to him. It didn't look like she had woken up yet, so he immediately leaned over her. Jerome brushed away her messy waves of blonde hair from her face, a smile spreading across his own face.
"Morning, bella," Jerome greeted her, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"Morning, bella," Jerome greeted her, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
About ready to begin stirring on her own, Freya smiled at her cheek being rubbed sweetly. Had she not spent over a year with her brothers waking her gently, she might have just opened her eyes and screamed. Instead, her pale arms stretched across the bed. That was when she noticed whoever was waking her was in bed with her and not standing on the side.
Blue eyes opening slowly, she finally let out a squeak and scrambled to grab the wrinkled bedsheets to pull over her head when she caught a fuzzy glimpse of a face she thought she knew. "Rousseau?? What have we done?? How could we do this to Crystal??" Sure the whole thing was her fault seeing as she came over already a drunken mess, asking to get more wasted with one of her best friends, she felt and intense blush of shame break out all over her body. "I'm so sorry.."
Blue eyes opening slowly, she finally let out a squeak and scrambled to grab the wrinkled bedsheets to pull over her head when she caught a fuzzy glimpse of a face she thought she knew. "Rousseau?? What have we done?? How could we do this to Crystal??" Sure the whole thing was her fault seeing as she came over already a drunken mess, asking to get more wasted with one of her best friends, she felt and intense blush of shame break out all over her body. "I'm so sorry.."
"This explains a lot," he laughed, peeling back the bed sheets she was using to hide her face, "You couldn't stop moaning that last night. I do go by Rousseau sometimes, but my twin brother staked his claim on that one first. I won't tell my brother about your secret crush though, because let's be honest.. I'm the sexier of us both." Once Jerome could uncover her eyes, at the least, he flashed her a friendly smile. "I promise I introduced myself to you first, but you were so eager to get my clothes off. And before you have another heart attack, this is my own room here in the hotel. Mmm, happy birthday to me!"
"Oh God," she weakly muttered, letting the sheet drop to her chest as one hand rubbed her forehead, "I'm so stupid.." Closing her eyes tightly again, she reopened them only to discover she wasn't dreaming. She had actually gotten so angry and so drunk that her ex got married she slept with her friend's twin brother. Sure the extremely handsome man who looked almost like his twin was as nice as his brother was, she tried to make sure she didn't spoil his birthday with her drunken midnight decisions.
"You're Jerome," she said in much clearer mind, "Rousseau's told me about you.. I just.. Shit.. I didn't know you were in town. Your brother and I usually drink the day between our birthdays, but.. I needed the company last night." Sitting up a little more so she could look around the room for her things, mainly her underwear, she bit down on lower lip. "How much did we drink, love? I've never had a hangover this bad in all my months of partying with Apollo.."
"You're Jerome," she said in much clearer mind, "Rousseau's told me about you.. I just.. Shit.. I didn't know you were in town. Your brother and I usually drink the day between our birthdays, but.. I needed the company last night." Sitting up a little more so she could look around the room for her things, mainly her underwear, she bit down on lower lip. "How much did we drink, love? I've never had a hangover this bad in all my months of partying with Apollo.."
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It had been months of avoidance on Parker's part, but he had finally reached his own breaking point. It was a mixture of guilt and displeasure. Whatever it was that bothered him, he knew he had to address it sooner rather than later. After all, Freya was by far the sweetest girl he had ever fallen in love with. There would almost certainly be no compare to her sweetness. Which was exactly why he needed to finally end the relationship. She deserved to mourn and move on from it all. He couldn't stand to hold her down anymore. -'Hey Freya, I know I've been a major ass but I really think we should meet up. I know the coordinates are random, but I pulled off the side of the road because I was thinking of you. I'm in a parking lot.'-
Deciding that message was good enough, considering what he had in store for Freya, he let out a sigh and took a seat on the hood of his nice bright red Ferrari. Parker ran a heavily tattooed hand through his long hair, which had been shaved into an undercut rather than a mohawk. Even so, it was much longer than the last time Freya had seen it. He looked around and got his surroundings for once, seeing nothing particularly unique. It happened to be an empty parking lot on the outskirts of one of the districts. It was hard to tell which one exactly.
Deciding that message was good enough, considering what he had in store for Freya, he let out a sigh and took a seat on the hood of his nice bright red Ferrari. Parker ran a heavily tattooed hand through his long hair, which had been shaved into an undercut rather than a mohawk. Even so, it was much longer than the last time Freya had seen it. He looked around and got his surroundings for once, seeing nothing particularly unique. It happened to be an empty parking lot on the outskirts of one of the districts. It was hard to tell which one exactly.
Buried in half open boxes and packing supplies thrown all around her new home, she almost dismissed the sound coming from her transmitter. Then she stopped dead in the middle of her process when she realized exactly what sound came from her transmitter. It was Parker's laugh. A small sound bit she had recorded at the beginning of their relationship, but had long since forgotten it was used as his personal notification tone. It had been that long since her boyfriend tried to contact her. She had almost completely forgotten his unique and amazing laugh. Her heart skipping more than a few beats, she stood up slowly and crossed the room to pick up her transmitter. Upon seeing it really was a message from the man she loved with all her heart, her eyes filled with tears before she could even begin reading what the message said. "It's a-about time.. you.. you great big sod," she said to herself and only herself in the empty family home she had bought with every intention of filling it with Parker and kids in the future. With shaking hands, she carefully sent him back a message. -'It's alright, Darling. I'm nothing if not patient with all things considered in our busy lives. Still haven't gotten around to driving lessons though.. I'll see if Eva or one of me workmates can drive me out. If not I'll use a service or just simply run to you as fast as I can. See you soon, Love.'-
After making sure her message was sent, she immediately ran to the master bedroom and began pulling clothes from boxes. The only time she stopped searching for the perfect outfit was to send all of her nearby friends an urgent message and let them know she needed a ride. While she was getting ready, Eva was already throwing her hair into a messy bun and running to her Fiat to race to her rescue.
After making sure her message was sent, she immediately ran to the master bedroom and began pulling clothes from boxes. The only time she stopped searching for the perfect outfit was to send all of her nearby friends an urgent message and let them know she needed a ride. While she was getting ready, Eva was already throwing her hair into a messy bun and running to her Fiat to race to her rescue.
Parker read Freya's message with another sigh, guessing that she was hopeful for the both of them when that was farther from the truth. Instead of looking at his transmitter, he tossed it behind him and heard it land somewhere in the backseat and bounced off into the floorboards. After a while, Parker had stopped using his transmitter as frequently as he used to. He received messages from his girlfriend, as well as friends, that he didn't always like to see. His brother was especially insistent, for G had been the one to encourage the both of them to stay together. Parker had simply grown distant from everyone, so he didn't care to have his transmitter around all that often. While he had the silence of the afternoon, he considered what he would say and how he would phrase it all. It wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done.