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Freyr Sigurdsson

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Apr 27 2018, 09:19 AM
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<p>Freyr sighed heavily, sitting on the bench in the castle courtyard he looked around at the people coming and going. Nothing much is really going on it seems, as most people just seem to be going with the flow, not much in the way of things to do. He could already feel the pent up energy swelling up within him. He needs to cut loose and get all of this pent up energy out. Wouldn’t do him much good, y’know? He could barely pay attention in class as is, going into an afternoon class like this would most likely result in him passing by the window and getting chewed out by a professor.
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<br>It wouldn’t do him any good. Cracking his knuckles, Freyr looked around trying to figure out what he can do at the current moment. Very few options came across his mind, but they all involved him training in some capacity. He could swim across the black lake again, or go into the Forbidden Forest and punch a tree until his knuckles turn red with blood. Maybe he could run around the school grounds a couple times, build up some more stamina. Looking around, he decided it would be best if he moved.
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<br>Standing up, Freyr began to walk outside of the castle courtyard. Nothing much to do here except to sit and contemplate what can be done. So instead of doing that, the Icelandic Durmstrang student decided to venture out onto the school grounds and see what he can do with this excess energy he’s feeling. Placing his hands into his pockets, he walked down the path leading down, and ventured off of it and just began to walk across the grass. Walking alongside the tree line of the Forbidden Forest, he would occasionally glance inward, wondering what sort of magical beasties truly called it home.
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<br>He always had an interest in magical creatures - especially the dangerous ones. Something about taking on something that dangerous excites him, he isn’t entirely sure if it's some sort of reckless behaviour or a death wish he knows nothing about. It might lean towards recklessness however, as he has done some pretty idiotic things that could get him killed. Such as the punishment walk by his family, walking through the snow back in Iceland. From the northern part of the island, all the way to the southern part back home. Also walking back and forth between the farm and Reykjavik.
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<br>That isn’t always a smart move on his part, as it usually takes him upwards to two hours to walk that and depending on weather, could prove dangerous. But as Freyr walked along the edges of the forest, he spotted someone also drifting alongside it, though it appears as though they are just exiting the forest. ‘Interesting. Wonder who is brave enough to venture into the forest alone?’ He thought to himself, now jogging to catch up to the individual. Upon getting closer, he started to recognize the individual. A kappa in Ulveflokk, if he remembered correctly a sixth year by the name of Arkadi something, but went by Kada.
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<br>“Hey, hold up a moment.” Freyr called out to him, approaching his fellow fight club member and schoolmate. Folding his arms across his chest, Freyr stood there and looked around. First of all, nobody else exited the forest, so what was he doing there alone? Second, this could give Freyr a chance to get some sparring done. Getting rid of that excess energy. Turning his eyes back towards Kada, Freyr gave him a once over. “You busy, or do you want to have a sparring match?” he asked, getting straight to the point. Freyr can sometimes be straightforward and blunt with his requests.

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<p>Favorites Quizlet!
<br>1. What is your favorite color? "Navy Blue."
<br>2. What is your favorite possession? "A dragon tooth necklace that I bought at the market."
<br>3. What is your favorite hobby? "Training."
<br>4. What is your favorite book? "Poetic Edda."
<br>5. What is your favorite food? "Crab."
<br>6. What is your favorite drink? "Rum."
<br>7. What is your favorite smell? "Sea."
<br>8. What is your favorite type of weather? "Hail."
<br>9. What is your favorite game (board, video, sport, etc.)? "MMA fighting."
<br>10 What is/was your favorite subject in school? "Combat."

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<p>Snow crunching beneath his feet, Freyr walked across the school grounds towards the forbidden forest. This isn’t the first time he had stepped foot within its boundaries, and he doubted it would be the last time within the school year. The reasoning for it is because he heard there are dangerous creatures that lurk within the dark woods that border the school. The seventh year student wanted to test his mettle against such creatures, see how he stood against them. The woods around Durmstrang had its own dangerous creatures, but he never dared set foot too far into those woods on the island.
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<br>Mostly because if he succeeded in what he wanted to do, there might be some vengeance lurking further down the road. He wasn’t afraid for himself no, he was afraid that if he upset the status quo over there, that it might leak out and affect somebody else entirely. Though perhaps he should be worried about that here at this school, he chalked it up to being further south meaning that the creatures couldn’t be that dangerous to begin with. Probably due to the warmer climate. Despite the winter that surrounds him, he found himself thinking that it wasn’t as cold as home. For there is much more snow down on the farm at the moment back in Iceland.
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<br>Continuing his way towards the forest, Freyr looked around to peer at some of the students who decided to venture outside as well. Though there were few students in general who had gone outside. None of that mattered to him, as he was a man on a mission. A mission of strength and honor. Maybe if he was able to bring back some sort of trophy to his family, they would light up on their stern approach towards him. Such as letting him leave, his one wish. To get away from Iceland and travel the world. Though he loves his home, he still wishes to get away from his father and mother, his cousins as well. Only so many places to go however.
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<br>Walking past the tree line into the forest proper, there was already a shift in the atmosphere. Something was here for sure, but Freyr didn’t know what. Just something lurked within the forest, and he believes something is watching him from further in. Only one way to find out. And so he pushed further into the forest, not turning around to watch as the view of the castle moved further away from him. He heard that there is werewolves, wolves, centaurs, giants, vampires, and other creatures that lurk within the forest. One of those would be an excellent opponent to fight against. He just needed to find one and take care of it.
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<br>But without knowing the layout of the forest, he wasn’t sure exactly where one of these beings might be at. He just needed to figure out the lay of the land and get a grasp on his bearings. Before anything too dangerous stumbled upon him in the dark. For it was getting darker as he ventured further into the forest. An eerie silence had befallen onto the forest, and the only sounds that echoed seemed to be the crunching of snow beneath his boots. He wished it was fall or spring when he went on this kind of expedition, for then he wouldn’t have to alert his presence towards whatever lives within the forest.
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<br>Pushing onward, Freyr came across a small clearing within the woods. Just down a small ledge, he peered about to ensure that nothing was within eyesight, Freyr jumped down and walked towards the centre. His eyes darted around as he slowly turned, giving himself a sense of his surroundings. He didn’t exactly want somebody to sneak up on him. He is the hunter in this situation, not anything else. Crouching low to the ground, Freyr stayed still and listened to the air around him. No wind, excellent. Meaning there wouldn’t be any bustling of branches and bushes. Any noises meaning something alive making their way towards or around him.
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<br>Sadly no noise protruded the air. Shame really, he really is looking for a fight. But he isn’t sure if he can find one today, though maybe if he spent some time here, one might stumble in front of him. Moving towards the ledge, he huddled down and began to survey the area once more. If anything is here, he’ll find it, and he’ll win any fight his way...

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Nov 11 2017, 04:57 PM
It is the Summer. Freyr spent his time helping on the farm and practicing his fighting, and sometimes fighting with his cousins. Though he was kept busy, his mind kept wandering. Like always. But instead of wandering to whom he was going to fight, he wanted something else. He wanted to visit a town. Now, he wasn’t the most social of people, but he still needed human contact that didn’t involve working or fighting.

So, in the early hours of the morning, Freyr did his training and got ready for the day. He decided he’d go into town and spend time there. And the closest town would happen to be Reykjavik. Freyr wasn’t much for using magical means for transportation, not when he is on Iceland. Ever since the one winter, where he had to traverse the island on foot, he had no qualms about walking the needed distance to arrive into town.

Which took a few hours. He would leave just as the sun was rising, but arrive just as the sun touched its highest point within the sky. So roughly noon, he got into town by noon. And his first order of business? Getting something to eat. Having worked on a neighbouring farm, he had earned himself some pocket money to spend on such things.

Well, food and clothes if he so wishes. Or some new training gear. Whatever he wanted (and could afford). Freyr walked around the streets of Reykjavik, looking around. Food would be good right about now, but he could also go for some new clothes. Something he doesn’t normally do. But training gear, he could update his extremely worn out stuff. Options, so many options.

Mulling it over in his head, the smell of burgers caught his nose. His stomach grumbling made him want some now. So, he bit the bullet and went in search of burgers. Which took some time, he didn’t eat until around one in the afternoon. And when he did, he had two burgers, a large set of fries and a large drink to go with it. Which cut into his spending money for the month, oh well. It was delicious and worth it.

After having some food, Freyr decided he wanted to visit the water and watch the ships. Which he could’ve done back at home, but he got to see all the docked ships and in their glory while in town. Walking down the way, Freyr looked at all the people going about their business. Some were tourists, others were locals just going about their day to day. He felt like an outcast here, he didn’t really know what it meant to be a local. His family tended to keep to themselves, except dealing with local farms to get what they needed to survive.

Even the ministry, they kept away from. It was like his community, his family, was secluded from everyone. Stuffing his hands into his pockets he made it to the docks and looked in awe at all the ships. From end to end there were large ships, some had containers on them, others being cruise ships coming to visit. Freyr just watched, and wondered what it would be like to be on a ship, and to relax.
Nov 7 2017, 03:06 AM
A new year huh? Doesn’t matter. This would be his last year hopefully. And last year out of his family’s grasp. Despite his enjoyment of fighting in of itself, he is tired of constantly doing it as a form of honor system and getting nothing out of it. And losing is perhaps worse for you. He wishes to fight on his own terms as well, not by the whim of others.

But this meant that his last year at school, potentially, means he had to find new locations to train. As he walked down the path from the school, there were a few places that had caught his attention. One of them being the quidditch pitch. Though he was considering going there, he decided to go to the lake he saw of in the distance.

Looking out onto the still water, the first thing that came to Freyr’s mind was the waters back home being so vastly different. This still image of the water is very much in contrast to the rough crashing waves back on Iceland. Approaching the waters edge, he stopped and began to take his shoes and socks off.

No point in getting them wet, so tossing them off to the side he rolled up his pant legs and began to walk a bit into the water. Wading into the water he felt the chill rush up his legs, but over the years of living further north this didn’t really bother him much. Or at all really. In fact; the water felt warmer then back home. Odd.

Standing in the water, Freyr turned around to peer behind him. Nobody. Hrm… okay. Turning back around he peered across the lake and began to think to himself. ‘What if I tried to swim across?’ part of him truly wanted to. Turning back and walking onto the shore, he looked around once again and thought to himself. ‘Maybe I should?’
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