Sigyn Laufeyson

[Sigyn Laufeyson]

<Sigyn Laufeyson>

Full name: Sigyn Laufeyson
Aliases: Lady Sigyn
Age: 4503
Gender: female
Race: goddess
Birthplace: Asgard
Current Location: Asgard
Occupation: goddess of loyalty
Celebrity Claim: Katie McGrath
Player's Cbox Name: Missikins
Other Characters: none
Have You Read the Rules?: HULK SMASH!

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Appearance:

Standing at 5'10'', Sigyn's a tall appearance. Her raven hair drapes down to the small of her back in soft curls. Her eyes are green most of the times, yet they seem to be changing color every now and then, especially when she is using her magic. She's mostly clad in the finest attires, the color green being a recurrent theme. However, she will not shy away from wearing armor, if need be. In fact, she loves it. Her skin is very fair, contrasting to her dark hair.


Her features do not suggest fragility, but are beautiful nonetheless. She's a strong female and her appeareance emphasizes this. She's got a fit, tight body, formed by training and practice, but is very feminine at the same time.

Personality:

Sigyn has always been different, at least, she had felt out of place. Being born a lady of Asgard, politeness and respect is required of her. However, she does not entirely see herself in the role of a lady and lady only. Although envy does not eat her up, every now and then she wishes she would not have to work twice as hard with her fighting skills to earn half the respect her male counterparts receive. She can get very excited about little things, but only those that she trusts will see a giddy, almost childlike Sigyn. On the outside - and especially in public - she seems quite controlled and fully in charge of herself and the thigns around her. However, there's a storm boiling on the inside most of the times. As much as her loved once have the pleasure to see her in her full, emotional bloom, they might as well be confronted with her hot temper.


Being the goddess of loyalty, Sigyn will be your very best friend and alley once you have gotten her in that place and that is not an easy thing to do. She will fuck you over if she has to. On the very inside, she thinks that most people kissing Odin's ass are nothing but fake. Maybe, even Odin himself is. Of course, she does follow proper protocol if need be, especially when it comes to public events. She'll patiently stand next to those that are supposed to be her female friends, while they are drooling over the oh-so mighty Thor, while Sigyn might say not a word at all.

All in all, Sigyn is haunted by this constant void, the constant feeling like something is missing, yet she cannot quite put her finger on it.

Likes:

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• Horses
  
• Tranquility
  
• Green Velvet
  
• Mead
  
• Sword Fighting
  
• Sorcery
  

Dislikes:

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• Superficiality
  
• Kiss Asses
  
• Beer
  
• Court
  
• Her mother
  

Strengths:

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• Loyalty
  
• control over herself, at least on the outside and most of the times
  
• fast and eager learner
  
• quick
  
• patient
  

Weaknesses:

• 
  
• Loki
  
• Pretty fabrics
  
• Her inner turmoil, emotions. Those she cares about.
  
• Her parents
  

Skills:

• 
  
• Sorcery, illusions of all kinds in particular
  
• Sword Fighting
  
• Horseback Riding
  
• Sewing
  

Flaws:

• 
  
• Hot tempered
  
• too emotional on the inside
  
• is mostly worse at her sorcery than she pretends to be.
  
• haughty on occasion
  

Skills and Abilities:

Sigyn has talked her parents into getting her a teacher for practicing sword fighting. In exchange, she agreed on being taught the fine arts a lady is supposed to know in their parents opinion, thus she is a good singer and is great at sewing her own clothing. This, she acutally likes.

Being a goddess, she is able to use magic and has learned it from a very early age. Things like telekinesis are a given, but she focusses in illusions most of the times. She has perfected his craft. However, sometimes she overestimates herself. This leads to her illusions lacking quality. The close spectator will learn how to tell her illusions from reality. However, she's still good at it.


Sigyn's skills as a sword fighter and warrior at heart are good, but of course, she does not have the stamina or strength of a god, male god, that was. A trained warrior like Sif will most likely be able to take her down as well, but Sigyn's passionate about her fighting and at least still stronger than those silly mortals are. A hulk however, might be a good opponent. Eh-hem.

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History:

Sigyn was born to Freia and Iwaldi, both of them being counsels at Odin's - and Frigga's - court. She was born a lady and her parents had always required her to be such. But from early childhood on, Sigyn had felt like this wasn't all to her. Constant fights with her parents had been as present as compromise. For every fighting class she had been granted, her parents had added teaching her what they had called 'a lady's skill', such as sewing or singing, even dancing.


The fighting had peaked when Sigyn had hit puberty. One time, she had even ran off to the woods, so that her father and a friend had gotten on their horses and gathered her. In consequence, Sigyn had been grounded for a whole month.

The older she had gotten, the more her and her mother had grown apart. Being her only daughter, Freia had wanted a little lady, spending the nights brushing Sigyn's hair, swooning over the princes. In fact, Freia had hoped Sigyn would catch Thor's interest. Sigyn herself had never liked that. The only times Freia and her had actually spent the night brushing hair had been when Sigyn's dark curls had been entangled with dirt and leaves from being outside with her wooden sword.

Over the years, her inner turmoil had remained there: Within. She had learned how to play along, mostly in order to get what she wants. She had realized that sometimes, fighting just would not lead her anywhere. However, her opinions hadn't changed. The relationship to her mother is at a very cool spot right now, even if Freia tries to get to her daughter. Unfortunately, she never admitted to her daughter's needs and interests and never stopped trying to turn her into the lady she wants her to be. Her father on the other hand, has grown tired of the fighting. He seems to love his 'little girl', but has given up trying to make her someone she is not. He surrendered.


While Sigyn's trying to find out who she is, she insists that she already knows.

Sample RP:

"But father, what am I even going to do there? I do not wish to dance or make the Allfather or his silly sons like me", Sigyn protested, almost begged her father to allow her to stay at home and not go to that feast Odin was going to host. Sigyn's father was a close counsel of the Allfather. Of course, she considered Odin her king, how could she not. She just wished it wouldn't come with silly events and putting up a smile like a lady was supposed to do. Sigyn didn't like being 'supposed' to do something. She wanted things her way. Her father however, didn't agree. "Quiet now, Sigyn! You will come or I will cancel your fighting lessons." Sigyn just opened her mouth and shut it again. She was only a child and respected her father. After all, he'd have the last word.

Years later, things had changed slightly. Of course, she still wanted things to go her way. However, Sigyn was more sneaky about it these days. She knew which buttons to push to drive her parents mad and if that happened, it happened on purpose. She did lose her temper about them, but she tried to avoid letting them see how much their stuck-up, protocol and ass-kissing ways annoyed her. They were like robots, following their leader's lead with no second thought. Or so it seemed. She was still going to court, when it was due. But unlike the women she was supposed to be friends with, she rarely danced and kept herself in the background. A spectator, rather than a participant.

"Sigyn! Sigyn, come over here, you can see the princes!", Gudrun, one of her friends beckoned her to come over. They were standing outside of the great halls, where Odin and his court welcomed his sons back home, which had been on a mission along with the warriors three and the Lady Sif. They had just arrived, getting off their horses. "I can see perfectly fine from here, Gudrun, thank you.", Sigyn calmly said, pulling her emerald hood deeper into her face. "I don't believe you,-" Gudrun exclaimed, but suddenly her tune changed. "Oh by the allfather, Thor just looked straight at me. I swear!", Gudrun whispered to the other girls. Silly, simple harlots., Sigyn thought.

Later that night, she was sitting at her vanity table, unbraiding her hair as she was preparing to go to bed. Sigyn was staring at the mirrow. Who was she? She believed to know exactly who she was and that was everything else but Gudrun and the others. Of course, she took pleasure in sewing and singing on occasion, sitting with the ladies while choosing fabric was fun. But it wasn't like she saw herself in the future as they did: Marrying a man of class, having his babies and no further meaning at all.

There was more. There had to be.