Freya Hawkens [+RC]

[Freya Hawkens]

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Freya Alys Hawkens

"And this is the wrong night
Tell me goodnight and let it go"

Nicknames. Fee, Jinx, Hawkens
Age. 18
Birthday. October 13th
House. gryffindor alumni
Position. Care of Magical Creatures Apprentice
Ability. Ocelot Animagus [x]
Blood. Pureblood
Wand. 8”, black willow, dragon heartstring
Patronus. clouded leopard [x]
Boggart. Large Waves (beaches are a no-go)
Status. Single
Pet. Karma the Egyptian Mau [x]
Play-by. Hanna Beth
Color. 8FA8B0

I’m looking to the skies to count the stars

Eyes. Brown, though her eyes can sometimes appear Amber
Hair. Dark brunette – Naturally curly, though not overly so, her hair hangs to just about her bust.
Height. 5’4”
Body. Petite, slender, some curves, but only noticeable when she wears tighter clothes, some muscle—but not to the point where someone would immediately notice it
Accessories.
[x] Ears double pierced
[x] Right ear has cartilage pierced
[x] Tattoo on her wrist that says “Lady Luck”
[x] Nose piercing (not worn often)

Species. Ocelot
Length. 28 inches ( 70 cm )

I wonder if you see them where you are

Composed. Freya has to be a composed type of person to do what she does. Can’t have someone freaking out every time a student faints now can we? Plus, living with two older brothers has toughened her to any sort of prank or surprise. She’s found more than her fair share of frogs in her bed, to say the least. This tranquil aura usually helps to calm down other people it seems, or infuriate others.

Blunt. Growing up with two brothers left Freya without a filter as well. She’ll blatantly tell someone that she doesn’t like them, or their clothes, or whatever else about them that she doesn’t approve of. Sometimes, a good smack in the face helps, other times it tends to tick people off. Freya doesn’t really understand the difference between the two situations. In her mind, it’s better to tell someone the truth than continuously lie to them to make them feel better.

Judgmental. And this is where her blunt personality branches from. Freya is a critic, in every sense of the word. She’s the harshest when it comes to liars and fakers, because she simply has no tolerance for them. Freya isn’t one to judge a person on their appearance, but rather on their personality. Of course, how they dress can sometimes affect her opinion—if somebody has a rockin’ outfit she’s bound to find something to like about them.

Confident. To call Freya haughty would be harsh, but she borderlines the idea of it. Freya is the type of person who is very confident in her own abilities, and has very high self-esteem. She doesn’t really care what other people think about her, because honestly in the long run she’ll most likely forget the comment they made on her hair, or her outfit. In certain field, Freya is more overly confident. For example, she’s quite talented in identifying species of animals and creatures based on only a few characteristics. Fee has a certain pride about her.

Sociable. Social bug is certainly a title for this girl. She’ll talk to anyone about anything, just for the sake of learning something new. Freya is easy to get along with, and has a rather infectious—unique—laugh that compels others to either laugh with, or at, her. She has a way of making even the weather sound interesting, whether by her random facts of information or because of her response to it.

Factual. This trait runs in her family, for whatever reason, and most people tend to find it rather amusing. Freya knows random facts of information about nearly everything, and it’s usually useless in life—unless she went on a game show—but amusing all the same. People have yet to find something that Freya doesn’t have information about. The reason for all of this might be because her father is a bit obsessed with the encyclopedia, but one never knows.

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Quirks.
[x] Freya seems to attract bad luck, but not so much to herself. Walking past her is like walking past a black cat, there's a possibility that something bad will happen to you if you do, and don't be around her on Friday the 13th.
[x] Whenever Freya suspects someone of cheating or copying off of her, she'll tend to call them out on the spot with a lot of yelling and arm waving.

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Rebecca Scarlot-Hawkens – mother
Matthew Hawkens – father
Jaden Hawkens – elder brother (23)
Bradford Hawkens – elder brother (20)

Matthew and Rebecca were the traditional, story book type of romance. Grew up as friends in the same neighborhood, Matthew harbored a crush for her in the Hogwarts years, and by the age of twenty they were engaged. But, there was a bit of a snag in their relationship. Matthew wanted a big family—he was a child of seven—while Rebecca only wanted one child—she was also a child of a large family, but didn’t quite enjoy the idea as much. The compromise was two children because just having one child made it seem like he or she would be too lonely.

Jaden was the first born, and he was a spitting image of their father. Matthew had light brown hair, with brown eyes and a rather large head. The only difference was that Jaden supported curly hair like their mother. Rebecca was blissfully happy with her child, and found that she wanted more than just the one. The favor was starting to tip for Matthew; maybe a big family could be achieved.

Bradford was the next born, supporting dark, curly brown hair and green eyes. The boy seemed to explode with freckles—more so on his body versus his face—and had that little boy dimpled smile that parents simply adored. Jaden and Brad got along together very well, which wasn’t that surprising because they were only three years apart. Rebecca would’ve just been fine with the two boys, but Matthew wanted a daughter as well. And, looking at her boys as they made mud-pies, Rebecca soon agreed.

And then Freya was born. She was instantly lumped with her brothers, and the three shared a room in the small house. Every night, to help the children sleep, Matthew would read something out of the encyclopedia. And, every morning, the children would be given a word of the day, to use at least once in conversation. That became the routine in the household—and Freya still keeps up with her “word of the day”, because she’s hoping to reach the end of the dictionary by the end of her lifetime. It was a simple life, but a happy one.

Jaden’s letter for Hogwarts soon came, as did Brad’s, and Freya was left all alone in the house. Her brothers would come home with stories from the school, talking about their accomplishments and what not. And then when Freya got to school, the natural competitive feeling that siblings harbor for each other were amplified. Freya would achieve a simple spell, and be blissfully proud of herself, while her brothers were already learning how to turn pigeons into tea cups. Suddenly, Freya didn’t feel so special anymore.

On her request, her parents got a tutor for Freya. Not the type of tutor you would expect either. An animagus tutor was called, and from her third year at school Freya worked to master an animagus form. Her seventh year was the year she finally managed to stay in her animagus form without running around insane, or having toes instead of claws. From that point on, Freya worked endlessly to master it to the point where she could change in a moment’s notice.

Her love for creatures harbored from this, and she took a particular liking to the Care of Magical Creatures class. That would make sense why after her seventh year, Freya requested to become the apprentice to the class.

[Freya Hawkens]

the name’s freya hawkens, an eighteen year-old animagus. she was cast into gryffindor, but has graduated by now. she has two older brothers, who annoy her to death, and two crazy parents. this chick is the care of magical creatures apprentice, so you shouldn’t mess. she has one hell of a punch and isn’t afraid to go feline on your arse.

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bestfriendsforever GOD, I DREAMED THERE WAS AN ANGEL WHO COULD HEAR ME
oldchildhoodpals THROUGH THE WALL AS I CRIED OUT, LIKE, IN LATIN “THIS IS SO
prettynewfriends NOT LIFE AT ALL HELP ME OUT, OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE.” THEN
firstnamebasis I HEARD HER SILVER CALL SHE SAID, “JUST GIVE IT TIME, KID. I COME
closefriends TO ONE AND ALL.” SHE SAID, “GIVE ME THAT HAND, PLEASE, AND THE
enemytofriend ITCH YOU CAN’T CONTROL. LET ME TEACH YOU HOW TO HANDLE ALL
thesameclique THE SADNESS IN YOUR SOUL. OH, WE’LL WORK THAT SILVER MAGIC,
bestguyfriend THEN WE’LL AIM IT ALL THE WALL.” SHE SAID, “LOVE MAY MAKE YOU
bestgirlfriend BLIND, KID, BUT I WOULDN’T MIND AT ALL.” IT’S THE BITCH OF LIVING
onofffriends THE BITCH, JUST THE BITCH WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR HAND JUST THE
partybuds BITCH, YEAH JUST THE BITCH OF LIVING AS SOMEONE YOU CAN’T STAND
totalstranger SEE, EACH NIGHT IT’S, LIKE, FANTASTIC TOSSING, TURNING WITHOUT
frenemy REST ‘CAUSE MY DAYS AT THE PIANO WITH MY TEACHER AND HER BREASTS
drinkingbud AND THE MUSIC’S, LIKE, THE ONE THING I CAN’T EVEN GET AT ALL AND
forbidden THOSE BREASTS! I MEAN, GOD, PLEASE, JUST LET THOSE APPLES FALL IT’S
acquaintances THE BITCH OF LIVING THE BITCH! WITH NOTHING GOING ON, NOTHING
myotherhalf GOING ON JUST THE BITCH OF LIVING ASKING: WHAT WENT WRONG? DO
loveandhate THEY THINK WE WANT THIS? OH, WHO KNOWS! SEE, THERE’S SHOWERING
friendoffriend IN GYM CLASS BOBBY MALER, HE’S THE BEST LOOK SO NASTY IN THOSE
fakefriends KHAKIS GOD, MY WHOLE LIFE’S LIKE SOME TEST THEN THERE’S MARIANNA
inseparable WHEELAN AS IF SHE’D RETURN MY CALL IT’S LIKE, JUST KISS SOME ASS, MAN
forcedfriends THEN YOU CAN SCREW ‘EM ALL IT’S THE BITCH OF LIVING AND LIVING IN
seenaround YOUR HEAD IT’S THE BITCH OF LIVING AND SENSING GOD IS DEAD IT’S THE
friend/benefits BITCH OF LIVING AND TRYING TO GET AHEAD IT’S THE BITCH OF LIVING
almostfamily JUST GETTING OUT OF BED IT’S THE BITCH OF LIVING AND GETTING WHAT
confidant YOU GET IT’S THE BITCH OF LIVING AND KNOWING THIS IS IT GOD, IS THIS IT?

gotohellanddie THERE’S A MOMENT YOU KNOW…YOU’RE merlinED – NOT AN INCH
holdinggrudge MORE ROOM TO SELF-DESTRUCT NO MORE MOVE – OH YEAH, THE
cheatedme DEAD-END ZONE MAN, YOU JUST CAN’T CALL YOUR SOUL YOUR OWN
cheatedyou BUT THE THING THAT MAKES YOU REALLY JUMP IS THAT THE WEIRDEST
backstabbed merlin IS STILL TO COME YOU CAN ASK YOURSELF: “HEY, WHAT HAVE I
justalittlejealous DONE?” YOU’RE JUST A FLY – THE LITTLE GUYS, THEY KILL FOR FUN
friendlyrivals MAN, YOU’RE merlinED IF YOU JUST FREEZE UP CAN’T DO THAT THING
don’tcaremuch THAT KEEPING STILL BUT, YOU’RE merlinED IF YOU SPEAK YOUR MIND
frenemies AND YOU KNOW – UH HUH – YOU WILL YEAH, YOU’RE merlinED ALL RIGHT
bittersweet AND ALL FOR SPITE YOU CAN KISS YOUR SORRY ASS GOODBYE TOTALLY
byassociation merlinED – WILL THEY MESS YOU UP? WELL YOU KNOW THEY’RE GONNA
throughfamily TRY BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
scaredoffreya BLAH BLAH BLAH DISAPPEAR – YEAH, WELL, YOU WANNA TRY WANNA
onesidedenvy BUNDLE UP INTO SOME BIG ASS LIE LONG ENOUGH FOR THEM TO ALL
fakeenemies JUST QUIT LONG ENOUGH FOR YOU TO GET OUT OF IT YEAH, YOU’RE
onesidedislike merlinED ALL RIGHT – AND ALL FOR SPITE YOU CAN KISS YOUR SORRY
indifference ASS GOODBYE TOTALLY merlinED – WILL THEY MESS YOU UP? WELL YOU
secretenemies KNOW THEY’RE GONNA TRY YEAH, YOU’RE merlinED ALL RIGHT – AND
usedtobefriends ALL FOR SPITE YOU CAN KISS YOUR SORRY ASS GOODBYE TOTALLY
intimidation merlinED – WILL THEY MESS YOU UP? WELL YOU KNOW THEY’RE GONNA
newenemies TRY BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
oldenemies BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
i’dmurderyou BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
you’dkillme BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
enemieswithsomemajorbenefits BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH TOTALLY merlinED!

ex-chemistry IN THE MIDST OF THIS NOTHING. THIS MISS OF A LIFE. STILL THERE'S
onenightstand THIS WANTING TO SEE YOU GO BY. IT'S ALMOST LIKE LOVIN'. SAD AS
itshotanditscold THAT IS. MAY NOT BE COOL, BUT IT'S SO WHERE I LIVE. IT'S LIKE I'M
flirtyfriend YOUR LOVER OR MORE LIKE YOUR GHOST. I SPEND THE DAY WONDERING
ex-goodterms WHAT YOU DO, WHERE YOU GO. I TRY AND JUST KICK IT BUT WHAT
mutualcrushes CAN I DO. WE'VE ALL GOT OUR JUNK, AND MY JUNK IS YOU. SEE US,
ex-badterms WINTER WALKING AFTER A STORM. IT'S CHILL IN THE WIND BUT IT'S
lustingafter WARM IN YOUR ARMS. THE STOP ALL SNOW LINE, MAY NOT BE TRUE.
sexualtension WE'VE ALL GOT OUR JUNK, AND MY JUNK IS YOU. WELL, YOU’LL HAVE
forbidden TO EXCUSE ME, I KNOW IT’S SO OFF. I LOVE WHEN YOU DO STUFF THAT’S
currentlover RUDE AND SO WRONG. I GO UP TO MY ROOM, TURN THE STEREO ON…
madlyinlove SHOOT UP SOME YOU, AND THE YOU IS SOME SONG. I LIE BACK JUST
oldrelationship DRIFTIN' AND PLAY OUT THESE SCENES I RIDE ON THE RUSH OF ALL
newrelationship THE HOPES AND THE DREAMS. I MAY BE NEGLECTING THE THINGS I
itsonlyphysical SHOULD DO.BUT WE'VE ALL GOT OUR JUNK, AND MY JUNK IS YOU.
justasimplefling SEE WE STILL KEEP TALKIN' AFTER YOU'RE GONE. YOU STILL WITH
secretlydating ME THEN FEELS SO GOOD IN MY ARMS. THEY SAY YOU GO BLIND,
takingabreak MAYBE IT'S TRUE. WE'VE ALL GOT OUR JUNK, AND MY JUNK IS YOU.
engaged/married IT'S LIKE WE STOP TIME. WHAT CAN I DO? WE'VE ALL GOT OUR
it’sanobsession JUNK, AND MY JUNK IS YOU. MY JUNK IS YOU. MY JUNK IS YOU.

(step)father/mother AWFUL SWEET TO BE A LITTLE BUTTERFLY. JUST WINGIN' OVER
student/teacher THINGS AND NOTHING DEEP INSIDE. NOTHING GOIN', GOIN' WILD
it’sasecret/forbidden IN YOU, YOU KNOW. YOU'RE SLOWING BY THE RIVERSIDE, OR
some relative FLOATIN' HIGH AND BLUE. OR MAYBE COOL TO BE A LITTLE SUMMER
teacher/hero WIND. LIKE ONCE THROUGH EVERYTHINGAND THEN AWAY AGAIN.
bandmate/classmate WITH THE TASTE OF DUST IN YOUR MOUTH ALL DAY BUT NO
protectiveoffreya NEED TO KNOW. LIKE SADNESS, YOU JUST SAIL AWAY. 'CUZ YOU
employer/boss KNOW I DON'T DO SADNESS, NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT. JUST DON'T
stepsister/brother NEED IT IN MY LIFE. DON'T WANT ANY PART OF IT. I DON'T DO
secret(specify) SADNESS. HEY, I'VE DONE MY TIME LOOKIN' BACK ON IT ALL. MAN,
goodinflucence IT BLOWS MY MIND. I DON'T DO SADNESS, SO BEEN THERE. DON'T
forbidden(specify?) DO SADNESS, JUST DON'T CARE. SPRING AND SUMMER EV’RY
badinfluence OTHER DAY BLUE WIND GETS SO SAD BLOWIN’ THROUGH THE THICK
myinnercircle CORN, THROUGH THE BALES OF HAY, THROUGH THE OPEN BOOKS
thealphatomybeta ON THE GRASS SPRING AND SUMMER SURE, WHEN IT’S AUTUMN
onesidedrespect WIND ALWAYS WANTS TO CREEP UP AND HAUNT YOU WHISTLIN’
thebetatomyalpha IT’S GOT YOU WITH ITS HEARTACHE, WITH ITS SORROW WINTER
mutualrespect WIND SINGS AND IT CRIES SPRING AND SUMMER EV’RY OTHER DAY
utterstrangers BLUE WIND GETS SO PAINED BLOWIN’ THROUGH THE THICK CORN,
plentyoftension THROUGH THE BALES OF HAY, THROUGH THE SUDDEN DRIFT OF
weknowourfaces THE RAIN SPRING AND SUMMER. SO MAYBE I SHOULD BE SOME
my/yourmuse KIND OF LAUNDRY LINE. HANG THEIR THINGS ON ME AND I WILL
inthesameactivities SWING 'EM DRY. YOU'RE JUST WAVIN' THE SUN THROUGH THE
my/yourinspiration AFTERNOON, AND THEN SEE, THEY COME TO SET YOU FREE
we’reroomies BENEATH THE RISIN' MOON. 'CUZ YOU KNOW I DON'T DO SADNESS,
stalker/obsession NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT. JUST DON'T NEED IT IN MY LIFE. DON'T
fascinatedbyme/you WANT ANY PART OF IT. I DON'T DO SADNESS. HEY, I'VE DONE
notonspeakingterms MY TIME LOOKIN' BACK ON IT ALL. MAN, IT BLOWS MY MIND.
other(pleasespecify) I DON'T DO SADNESS, SO BEEN THERE. DON'T DO SADNESS,

yeah so this plot was made by an obsessive theatre nerd who goes by CASEY !?
at this lovely little forum called [CAUTION!]. this plot uses all songs and quotes
from her favorite musical, “spring awakening”. the songs are, in order, “bitch of
a living”, “totally merlined”, “my junk”, and “don’t do sadness/blue wind”. the text
graphics at the start of each section are quotes from the scene that the song is
in during the show (and yes, casey does own the script of the show and looked
to find just the right ones). colors were blended in photoshop, whee, and were
chosen randomly there as well. now, screw what the quote at the beginning of
this section says and listen up: do NOT, under any circumstances, steal any of
this plotpage. not the blends, not the text graphics, and don’t even think about
taking this credit off. casey will murder you. or forcibly get you addicted to the
show. and drag you to see it. which might not be an enjoyable experience for
you, but she will love it very much. now the rules for this here plot page are so
simple. one, please choose more than one relationship. it’s much easier to rp
when we have something to work off of. and on that topic, number two, a nice
sized paragraph explaining our relationships would be wonderful, thank you.
and three, if you put down “anything” under relationships? you’ll get “nothing”.

[Freya Hawkens]

MISS WENDLA BERGMAN
sweet child’s only sixteen, and sings and dances like a slytherin

oldchildhoodpals THROUGH THE WALL AS I CRIED OUT, LIKE, IN LATIN “THIS IS SO
inseparable WHEELAN AS IF SHE’D RETURN MY CALL IT’S LIKE, JUST KISS SOME ASS, MAN
sexualtension WE'VE ALL GOT OUR JUNK, AND MY JUNK IS YOU. WELL, YOU’LL HAVE
forbidden TO EXCUSE ME, I KNOW IT’S SO OFF. I LOVE WHEN YOU DO STUFF THAT’S
currentlover RUDE AND SO WRONG. I GO UP TO MY ROOM, TURN THE STEREO ON…
madlyinlove SHOOT UP SOME YOU, AND THE YOU IS SOME SONG. I LIE BACK JUST
fascinatedbyme/you WANT ANY PART OF IT. I DON'T DO SADNESS. HEY, I'VE DONE


WENDLA SAYS
“wait—stop. i can’t. we’re not supposed to!”

MELCHIOR SAYS
“what? not supposed to what? love?”

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sweet child’s only ageinletters, and sings and dances like a househere

relationship

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[Freya Hawkens]

SCREAM LOUD AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS
they'll just think it's cause we're young