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Freidis "Specter" Stenvärd

Viking-blooded maiden with a fist full of steel and a heart full of fire.

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a character in “Lords of the ocean.”, as played by fish-with-a-knife

Description

Basics
  • Name (& pronunciation): Freidis "Specter" Stenvärd (Free-dis Sten-vaerd)
  • Date of Birth (& age): 11-11-1697 (19 years old)
  • Place of Birth: Sarpsborg, Norway
  • Gender: Female
  • Racial Origin: Nordic, Caucasian
  • Social Class/Community Status: Freeman
  • Language: Norwegian, Swedish, Danish, Romani, English (in order from best to worst)
  • Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Mother, Father, 8 brothers
Physical Description
  • Height: 6"1"
  • Weight: 169lbs
  • Hair: blonde
  • Eyes: crystal blue
  • Limb Dexterity: Fair. Freidis is fairly dexterous, but tends to rely on strength and constitution more than speed and dexterity.
  • Detailed Physical Description: Tall, athletic, and beautiful, Feidis fits the description of a valkyrie, and even carries herself as if she holds all the power of the mythic warrior women. Her Nordic heritage is highly evident in her blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, which has tanned slightly, but is usually sun burned, giving her the appearance of a permanent blushing. Her clothing is sort of mish-mashed at time, as Freidis tends to favor clothing that is simply not practical for the hot weather.
  • Typical Clothing/Equipment: If Frieda had her own way, she would wear the heavier wool and fur clothing that was more common in her homeland, however such things are not practical in the Caribbean. Instead, she tends to wear whatever is given to her to wear, which includes cotton and linen shirts, as well as lightweight pants. She still wears her boots, however, which are stiff leather and somewhat armored. She also carries a ulfberht blade (a double edged longsword) and a wooden shield, which was originally supposed to be given to her oldest brother, but was won in a fist-fight. She has a flintlock pistol as well, though she doesn't particularly know how to fire it, and never intends to, preferring to handle things with her fists or a heavy object, usually her sword.
Personality/Attributes
  • Personality/Attitude: Loud, brash, and generally unladylike, Freidis has more in common with her viking heritage than any of the colonial women that are more common to the area. She also tends to be headstrong, blunt and very straightforward, assuming herself to be equal to men simply because she is strong enough to beat them in a fight. Despite this, she has a great capacity for compassion and generosity, and has her own code of honor, that she refuses to betray.
  • Skills/Talents: Freidis has had extensive training in unarmed combat, swordplay, and horseback riding. Her natural fighting ability is equal to that of any male, and in some cases better than a male. She is also a talented cook, and knows how to sew, but shows little interest in ever becoming a wife to anyone who can't beat her in a fair fight. She does, however have considerable skill in singing and is able to play the sjøfløyte, otherwise known as the sea flute, which is a type of recorder.
  • Favourites/Likes: Fighting, music, good food, good drink, dancing, cold weather, respect, long naps, sailing, new things, sparkling gems, money to burn, flowers
  • Most Hated/Dislikes: Disrespect, hot weather, being analyzed, being asked personal questions, stiff clothing, feeling hungry, having to wait for anything, bland food, physical restriction
  • Goals/Ambitions: A fight, a race, a bit of physical or verbal sparring, or an opportunity to do things in new ways are what keep Freidis's fires burning bright. She is interested in winning, whoever or whatever the challenge.
  • Strengths: Brute strength, great fortitude, tenacity, boundless energy
  • Weaknesses: Brashness, intolerance, poor judge of character, ruthless, quick-tempered, overbearing, stubborn
  • Fears: Becoming weak, worms
  • Hobbies/Interests: Physical activity, racing, swimming, learning new things, writing songs and poetry, fighting
  • Regular Routine: Wake up, stretch out, some exercise, crew-assigned tasks, hit someone, whatever else the captain orders, food, and sleep, wash, rinse, repeat. She makes a point of bathing at least once a week, making sure to have clean clothing, and making sure her hair is combed at least daily. She also tries to learn at least one new thing a day.
  • Philosophy of Life: "If today is the day I am to die then I will go down fighting with glory. If this is not my day to die then I am invincible and I will go into battle unabashed by fear."
  • Attitude Toward Death: "Death is inevitable, so lets make every day a good day to die."
  • Religion/Beliefs: Often in addition to showing respect to the standard Nordic gods, Freidis will toast to “her kinsmen who lay in barrows (graves)”.
  • Fetishes/Strange Behaviors: Freidis can be somewhat of a brute, which isn't normal for a woman outside of viking culture. She also seems to have something of a fetish for cleanliness, to the point that she would rather sleep with a clean woman, than a strong man.
  • Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience: Freidis grew up with 8 brothers, all of which would tease and treat the only daughter as if she were weaker. Sometimes when her parents weren't watching, they would even shove her around, or take things from her. Eventually the sole sister got fed up with this treatment, and bolstered by stories of strong women, she learned to fight. The peak of this, however, was when her oldest brother was to inherit a blade, passed down though her family line. After years of torment, Freidis decided that she would take the chance from her brother, and prove to her family that she was just as strong as any boy. She faced off with her brother in a hand-to-hand duel, and beat him though sheer force of will and brute strength. From that point onward, she refused to allow anyone to treat her as second best, and even set out into the world to prove that not even the world itself was anything more than a challenge.
  • Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Though Freidis seems to prefer men, she isn't adverse to bedding women, and tends to do so more often, because women bathe more often. She isn't particularly experienced in the bedroom, however, and has yet to have actual intercourse, sticking to only frivolous things.
  • Education/Special Training: Freidis has no formal schooling, but has a basic knowledge of reading and writing in Norwegian. Aside from this, her only real training is in both unarmed combat and swordplay.
  • Place/Type of Residence: None to speak of, aside from the Marrigold
  • Occupation: First Mate
  • Place of Work: The Marrigold
  • Work-related Skills: A basic knowledge of sailing, map-reading, reading, and battle
  • Past Occupations: Caravan guard for some gypsy merchants, mercenary and body guard for hire
  • Memberships: none to speak of
Additional Notes: (things can be added/changed/removed as needed)

So begins...

Freidis "Specter" Stenvärd's Story

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Sailing forth from Kingston, where it had resupplied and regained its mark as a privateers ship under the law of England, came the Marrigold. The brig easily crested the small waves and despite the slight wind was able to move at a fair pace. The upper deck was rather flat, with only a small box at the back showing the captains quarters and the wheel for the helmsman, if the captain himself did not fancy taking the wheel that was.

The ship had before leaving Plymouth for the West Indies had added to it a second gun deck, now giving it an impressive and deadly 23 cannon a side, making for a formidable broadside. The expensive treatment had also added a larger set of sails to make up for her new weight, and some of the veteran crew would agree that the ship felt much slower.

Stood on the prow of his ship, looking out on calm waters through a spy glass was the brown coat-clad Captain Frederick Jameson, who was both pleased at how calm the waters were, and how empty they were at the same time, and he was also highly displeased that he would be unable to easily make a living due to how much money he would have to give back to the governor back at Kingston. His trepidation at a poor pay rate quickly ended when he spied a short way away what looked to be a ship, though if it could be called one and not a giant piece of flotsam, dragging itself along.

With a brisk nod to himself he collapsed the spy glass and fitted it back into his belt, turning on his heel he called back out to his crew. "Let fly the main sail, stand by the topside cannon men! Step lively!" He walked down the deck calling out his orders, pausing only to look up at the Scottish flag he had flying from the mizzen mast. He had chosen to fly his home colours rather than those of the English as one to show he was a privateer, not a in a navy or a pirate and to also insult the English slightly at the idea of a Scottish ship sailing freely.

The captain leaned against the port side railings as the derelict came closer, the helmsman must have noticed it soon after the orders were given as he was heading almost directly for it. Frederick shouted over his shoulder "Slow her down lads, lets see who we have here before we run into her eh?" He then looked up to his first mate Freidis and gestured her over to him. "Keep an eye open, there's something about this here ship that I don't like the look of."

The Marrigold slid along side the clearly run down and dilapidated ship with her deck side cannon at the ready, with gunners and able seamen ready to turn the other ship into matches. Frederick looked the ship up and down. 'A damn shame what happened to this one' he thought to himself before speaking out loud. "Ahoy there! Be there anyone on board? What's you're purpose in these waters with such and old ship?"

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Days at sea with little to no water had stripped his voice of most of it's usual humanity, his call sounding like nothing so much as a hoarse croak. Gravel ground in a flour mill made a better melody than this man's sandpaper voice.

"Ahoy, this is the good ship Red Comet, adrift for some days now on the open sea. I seek port for repairs or else a fine cove to lay this ship to rest in and seek a new one, as I fear the gold needed to repair my Father's ship may be more than the price of a new vessel to captain. Whom is it that has me and my ship at their mercy, sir?"

He had lashed himself to the tiller so that he would be able to remain standing even after malnutrition and dehydration had taken his strength, ever steering toward what he hoped would be a port. As the ship neared, he could be seen easily, his stark white and red attire sullied by soot and blood and sweat and salt, making him look more like a ghost than a man.

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A young woman had watched the conversation, her face set in a slight frown of disappointment. When the reddish blob had been spotted on the horizon, she had been hopeful for a battle, but the crawling wreckage and the specter of a man upon it proved to be nothing of the sort. She was, however, mildly impressed by the male as he not only managed speech, but to drag himself to the railing. Heck, he was still alive, when the state of his ship said that he should be rotting like, presumably, the rest of the crew.

A nod from the captain was the signal to get a gangplank, which Freidis was nearly able to move on her own, and with the help of another she laid it down to bridge the gap between the ships. A straight heavy blade hung at her side, and a round wooden shield on her back, it was surprising to see how light the woman was on her feet. At least for those who hadn't gotten used to her by now. In a show of this, Freidis stepped over to the other ship in only a few sure steps with no evident fear of falling into the water.

Once on the deck of the Red Comet, she looked back to Captain Jameson with a look of inquiry, and motioned lightly as if picking up a sack of grain, indicating that Casval was in fact, a sack of gain. She didn't seem to care what the half-dead man thought of this, however, as she didn't ask or even look at him at more than an object.

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Captain Frederick ran his tongue over his teeth as he considered his own reply. "In my experience pirates often seek out death when it is pointed straight at them." He then looked back up to where the ships flag should be. "I can see full well there be no colours above her now, though if I may ask what colours did you fly? And how in the hell did you loose them?" He then stood back as the gangplank as put down and Freidis stepped across to the crippled ship.

The sight of the viking woman stood next to the terribly sickly looking man would have been comical if Frederick had been a softer man. Catching the look from Freidis he nodded slightly back, so as to tell her that if need be she could simply pick up the man and drag him aboard the Marrigold. "If you seek to be a privateer than you are in luck sir, this is indeed a privateers ship and as always I am in need of crew, in fact I still am missing some men worthy of being the ships officers, though the role of first mate is reserved by Miss Stenvard there." He nodded to her as he said her name. "I'll let her properly introduce herself, however back to the matter at hand. Though you can join my crew here we are currently on course for Havana and do not intend to make port until then. You are more than welcome to leave ship there, though the cost of food and travel will be more than a shiny penny." He then leaned forwards, the added height of his boots helped him to come level with the pale mans face. "Of course, you can always swim over to Kingston, if you can make the half mile of open see that is."

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"Kingston? Ah, so that's where I've ended up. As to the state of my ship in general and the state of my colors in particular--"

He swatted lightly at the Norse woman as she attempted to grab him, gesturing to the knife on his belt and indicating he'd sheath it in her if she attempted to carry him. He stood straight, if wobbly, and walked a few steps as such to prove that he could, even as he continued speaking.

"This is a privately owned ship out of France, and to discourage pirates we flew our own colors, a crimson flag with the family crest in gold. Apparently a british vessel mistook us for brigands and opened fire on us from great distance, using mast chain shot to attempt to hobble us. The took out my foremast and made a wreck of my aft, as you can see, but we hit a trough just as they hit a crest, and perhaps that cannon was also poorly moored, because for whatever reason it took off only the tip of the mainmast, taking my colors into the drink with it. Hobbled as we were, and with their clipper bearing on us at great speed, we attempted to surrender, but had no white canvas to raise to inform them we meant no harm. As such, they broadsided us, and the came about to do so again before leaving us to sink. We dumped everything in the hold save for our gold and crew, and then drifted along with our single sail for a time, coming across a small island one of the men recognized as being along a smuggling run. I gave any man who wished to permission to take my longboats and head to the island, but remained with my ship. That was... oh, it must have been a week ago?"

He gestured with his thumb towards the tall blonde woman, whom was nearly of a height with him it seemed.

"Now, while she may be your first mate, and she may not be hard to look at, I would prefer to walk of my own power aboard your ship if that's alright."

Without waiting for response, he'd start shakily across the gangplank, trying to look regal as he strode and failing only by a slight margin.

"I believe that the seven hundred francs in my hold should pay for my needs aboard your ship, Captain, as well as your rescue. If you'll throw in the laundering of my clothes, I'll give you a taste of the Spanish gold I've acquired."

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Freidis didn't seem to put up with being swatted, and of course swatted back in what almost seemed a playful manner, though it was more testing than anything. She was in fact eye-to-eye with the frenchman when he stood his full height, though where he seemed stern and regal, she seemed to think the whole thing was a big joke, and smirked as if it were so. She allowed Casval to walk under his own power, but she stuck close to him, as if she expected him to fall at any given point. Sure enough, he made it across, leaving Freidis with free hands for the moment.

"I can see, you smart man, White Mask, but you can not bribe men who can take. You are one man alone." She paused to hop back to the Marrigold just as nimbly as she had stepped from it, her teeth shown in a wide grin,"But if clothes need clean, then I will do this favor for you." She glances around at the crew with a hearty laugh,"You see, these are not men who know how to wash."

If anyone took offense to the joke, that was too bad for them. It would take more than a few upset men to do anything about it, and besides, the captain seemed to like her. On the other hand, she was offering to take up grunt work, and Freidis was positive that no one really felt like washing some guy's clothes. The norsewoman clapped Casval on the back cheerfully, seeming to forget that the man was barely standing,"You never say your name. You call me Freidis, 'Miss' is for men who have to learn swimming the hard way, and men who be too polite." She glanced over at the captain with a note of amusement,"That is, if the captain says you can stay."

Her glance held a touch of that look that a young girl might give her father when bringing home a stray animal. After all, Casval certainly had the look of a half-starved dog.