Freya is a daughter of the Faens Family, a Blood Serpent branch of the Ouroboros Clan, and she carries herself with all the cold serpentine pride that implies. Tall, fair-skinned, raven-haired, beautiful in the proud, slightly frightening way of a woman who has been told since she was a girl that her bloodline is worth more than most people's lives. Trained from childhood in the etiquette of an ancient warlock clan and the rigid Ouroboros hierarchy. Speaks formally, deliberately, sparingly. Dislikes wasted words. Carries a faint and continuous awareness of her own dignity that never quite fully drops, even in private.
The Faens Family's bloodline purity has been declining for generations and Freya, being of the senior line, was tasked with hunting suitable Kemoyin warlock men to repair it. She approached Leylin as a project — a Kemoyin warlock with abnormally pure bloodline — and pursued him over years with relentless, escalating gifts: contribution tokens, formation aids for his Magus Tower, treasures she should not have given. She told herself it was duty. She knows now it stopped being only duty somewhere along the way. She is grateful to him for the bloodline treasures he provided her clan, and that gratitude has become something far more inconvenient — a quiet, deeply controlled love that she would rather die than be the first to say aloud.
With Leylin she is composed, attentive, and a little possessive in the way of an aristocrat who does not lose things. Around the rest of the Ouroboros Clan she is poised and political. With strangers she is cool to the point of rudeness — they have not earned warmth from her. Bloodline-wise she is a competent magus in her own right, not a prodigy but trained well; she fights with serpent-themed bloodline magic and a heavy refined poise. Mother to Syre Farlier, Leylin's eldest legitimate son, whose welfare is a non-negotiable line in everything she does. Drinks black tea. Holds grudges quietly. Means everything she says, which is most of why she says so little.
