LYNCH, Freya Kellen

[Freya Kellen Lynch]

FREYA KELLEN LYNCH

FULL NAME: Freya Kellen Lynch
NICKNAMES: Yaya
AGE: Twenty-nine
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Event Planner.

HAIR: Choppy, messy blonde, though naturally brunette hair hitting about shoulder length.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: Earlobes.
PLAY-BY: Olivia Taylor Dudley!

LIKES: Fun events, cold beer and hot wings, hitting a spin class, catching a hockey game, snowboarding, traveling, exploring, ziplines, taco Tuesdays, anime, sewing (her relaxation hobby), reading a good book, The Three Musketeers (Disney's '93 version), cold pizza for breakfast, dogs
DISLIKES: cats, warm beer, hostility, a job not going to plan, having to fire someone, misplacing her phone, someone complaining about trivial things (yes, that is the correct shade of peach...), the colour red (true red. It gives her the mother of all migraines), unscented candles, "fake" coconut, dried strawberries, pine nuts, misplacing her glasses (she's not entirely blind without them but they certainly help make the world clearer).
FEARS: being eaten by cats (She watches way too much television in her spare time), cockroaches, pine nuts (she's allergic).
SECRETS: Freya once tried to find that hippie commune her mother had grown up around but it had apparently disbanded. She'd never told her mother about it because she'd said a hundred times or more the only good thing about that place had been the woman Freya had been named after. She did ask her father but he knew as much as his children; so not much at all.
PERSONALITY: Freya is quite the character. She can be quite lackadaisical but also very driven and determined when she wants to be; but it has to be something she's interested in. She can be very professional and dress accordingly but she is far more comfortable in jeans and a tee, a baseball cap on her head, watching a game. She likes to think she's down-to-Earth and laidback, and she is; as long as it doesn't have anything to do with her job. She loves her job more than anything and she's damn well good at it. Freya will smile and nod her head at her client and then tell them, straightforward, why what they want won't work for the venue or their price range. She's honest and doesn't take any shit from anyone when it comes to her work. She wants her events, no matter how small it is, to be perfect for the client and give them exactly what they want and need, even if they themselves don't yet know what that is. She love romance and whimsy but she is also not naïve and knows the world isn't a fairy tale, though she would secretly love one of her own anyway. Freya would be happy to put in the hard work and effort if she ever found herself with a man in her life.

MOTHER: Marigold Lynch & sixty-four.
FATHER: Iain Lynch & sixty-five..
SIBLINGS: Brandt Lynch & thirty-one.
OTHERS: Franklin Blythe, thirty & college bestie/her social media guru/more?
Payson Lynch, thirty & Brandt's wife
PETS: Pixie & Pomski of three
Killer & Husky/Korean Jindo mix of three!
HOMETOWN: New York, New York.
HISTORY: Marigold was a bit of an odd duck in a sea of oddities. She was raised on a hippy commune, completely unaware of which of the men was actually her father and she wanted away from it. It wasn't a cult or illegal or anything nefarious, it was just a bunch of weirdos in her mind sitting around singing and smoking pot. She managed to get out when she was eighteen and never looked back. In fact, she went the complete opposite of what she'd been raised like and became a bit of a frosty lawyer. Her heart warmed up a little bit when she met Iain and a little bit more when their two kids were born. Despite everything she'd done to keep her hippie childhood in the past, she still ended up naming her daughter Freya though her reasoning was exceptional. Iain's heritage was Scandinavian and Irish so she found Freya and Brandt honourable names for that. She had no idea what her own background was and didn't feel like finding out and then honouring any of it. Freya's middle name was a bit of an homage to one person she'd grown up with. She'd first appeared to be just like everyone else, hippy-dippy with a carefree attitude but as it turned out, she was brilliant and just felt like the place was the only one she could relax at. She'd been one of the few who had a real job in the world and she was the reason Marigold chose the law in the first place; she'd been a brilliant lawyer, though retired now.

Both Freya and Brandt were curious children, though Freya was far more lackadaisical than her older brother. She would prefer to sit around the garden, reading or just laying out in the sun. She enjoyed the outdoors, loved a warm, sunny day where she could just lounge by the pool and despised the winter months; at least until she'd learned to snowboard. The sport made the snow and the ick bearable, though barely. New York should have never been the place she stayed when she continued on at school. She should have found herself somewhere South; Florida or California or somewhere it's always sunny and warm. However, New York was home and she did love home. Eventually, Freya did get a little less whimsical and a little more interested in the world around her. She made tons of friends, most of whom she still spoke to regularly, despite them all having run off to different schools. And while she hadn't needed one, Freya still found herself a part-time job in a small shop because she wanted to explore the world during summer and she hadn't wanted to ask her parents to cover the costs of it; especially since she didn't know where she wanted to go, not really anyway.

Freya wasn't entirely like her mother but she wasn't anything close to the hippies that had raised her either. She was some weird thing in-between. Freya wanted to help everyone but she constantly found reasons why she couldn't follow the career choices she chose. She thought perhaps becoming a paramedic but she had a thing about blood, especially large quantities, and as she found out one day on the way home from school, she also had a bit of a fear of seeing a dead body. Freya had been able to picture her reactions almost perfectly. She knew she would throw up, thus contaminating the scene and probably get yelled at on top of being unable to do her job. So that was out. Freya considered becoming a therapist or counselor but she felt like people with those jobs needed to have something in their background to have them actually understanding their patients and she'd had a relatively normal life; two parents, annoying but protective older brother, three dogs, dozens of hamsters over time, sports teams and all the rest. She'd never had anything bad happen to her, even all her family was still alive and kicking! While she continued to figure out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, she went to school for a general education certificate which only took a year at the local community college. She continued to work at a small café during all that time and having fun with her friends. She wouldn't say she backpacked around Europe, because she didn't stay in hostels and she had carried so much more than a single backpack. Her family may have had money but she'd been saving her own for this trip for most of the time that she'd been working so she could afford to spend two months playing tourist, sleeping in comfortable hotels, bed and breakfasts, sweet little inns and was able to explore everything that she'd wanted, everything that she'd heard about and found herself wanting to try her hand at.

It was an experience during that trip that caught Freya's attention and finally had a lightbulb lighting up over her head. She'd made some friends along the way and was invited to a delightful dress-up party. The theme had been "your favourite fictional character". It took her some time to put together a costume to wear because while she had brought quite a bit of clothing with her, she hadn't brought along anything that would work as a costume. She did find enough things to put together a decent enough Shadowhunter costume. It was harder for her to get the makeup done with all those ruins all over her visible skin but she made it work. With her dark hair, she claimed she was Issy Lightwood and received compliments on her creativeness. There were more Harry Potter and Hunger Games and things, a few other Shadowhunters and so many more. It was exciting and fun and the venue, the entertainment, it was all so incredible that Freya found what she wanted to do that night for real. After that small epiphany, Freya wondered why she'd never considered it before. She was always the one planning things for everyone's birthdays or anniversaries and she liked to go all out when there was a chance to so why not get paid to do it for other people as well? It sounded pretty damn good to her.

When she returned home, she went to work applying for schools with good event planning programmes and hoped for the one close to home. Her grandparents had gotten together before the children were born and set up accounts for both of them, stating that the money would be used only for education until they turned thirty. If by then they'd either not attended college or university or there was just money left over, it would revert to a savings account where the money could sit and accumulate interest or be taken out with a simple trip to the bank. Freya hadn't spent enough of it when she'd taken that year programme so she knew there was money and informing the bank that she was returning to school was a simple enough phone call to make when she'd settled on a school. When she finally did, she called to get the information she'd need to send the money and then called the bank with everything and away she went. It was all incredibly easy and fairly simple. She was a bit of an "older" student but that hadn't stopped Freya before. She wasn't much older than her fellow classmates and in fact, there were a fair few who were much older. The course was fun and Freya learned a lot, she made friends and at the end of the four years, loaded with all the skills she'd learned, she put together a masquerade fundraiser in support of the local non-profit animal shelter. Admission for the event wasn't monetary as Freya had talked the venue into giving it to her as their donation. She'd talked the entertainment into the same deal as well as the caterers and the local company that printed out the flyers. She had a friend in the advertising programme that set up social media and a bunch of things that Freya hadn't even considered. Admission to the event was either a monetary donation or supplies that would help out the shelter. Dancing and games with prizes also donated entertainment in the way of a DJ, live band and aerobatic artists. It had been a huge success with the event raising more than twenty-five thousand dollars in food, toys, and other supplies as well as another ten thousand in monetary donations. It was a huge success and Freya graduated at the top of her class.

Finding work afterward had been ridiculously easy thanks to that fundraiser. It seemed as though everyone wanted to have the person responsible for it plan their events. Freya had eventually agreed to work with a well-established event planning business for the first year at least. She wanted to get the experience before she went branching off on her own. As she'd done the first even with only donations, she really did need to figure out how the business aspect of it all worked. She knew but didn't really know, how much to charge people and while she didn't want to overcharge them, she didn't want to be left penniless either. It was a fine line but it was one she learned very quickly and after two years with the company was confident she could handle. Immediately she set up Masquerade and hired on an assistant to help her out. She was so full of ideas and hardly had a break from leaving the company she'd been working for to start her own because her clients had come with her and brought along new ones as well. It hadn't been long at all before Freya was forced to hire on another planner though she was in charge of hiring her own assistant, and another person for the reception with all the phone calls that were coming it. Three years on from hiring that first planner, the business is doing quite well and Freya is enjoying the fact that there are now half a dozen planners at Masquerade, each one with something a little different to bring to the table to make sure each and every event is absolutely perfect. It's all she could ever hope for!

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: i've got these handled.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In a basket of sweets.
SAMPLE:

highly unlikely!

[Cali]