[i]And from there, Freya Trayven would study the newest arrival.[/i] [i]For a supposedly tested commander, there was something a little unique about Freya, yet she probably wasn't what JT had expected. When he arrived, she was reading a message - a scout report, if anything, standing upright as she read the words upon the small parchment. She was taller than your average woman, at five feet and ten inches tall. Her thinner, more athletic theme was adorned within a white and purple uniform, a gilded chestplate of steel covering her chest from head-on attacks. Curls of short red hair would fall from her head, light orange eyes looking up at JT, like little suns shining over him.[/i] "...Another arrival, from one messenger? The Dojo sends quite a lot of men my way."