Sigurd's Prison (WoI Wanderer)

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Name:
Sigurd
"Sih-Gerd"
Sigurd's name means "victory" or "guardian"

Personality:
This boy is certainly not a force you want to get on your bad side. He can be cruel, heartless and often says hurtful and blunt things. He fights hard in and out of battle, with Kronadors and members of his own pack. He will not allow others to take advantage of him and certainly will fight to protect his pride. He often shows dominance and puts smart-mouthing warriors in their place.
Sigurd has a sharp mouth of his own. His is bluntly honest, meaning he will not hesitate to say "You can't fight to save your life!" He is great at making smart comments and remarks about others' downfalls, and this earns him many foes on his journeys.
Along with his cruel insults, Sigurd is also a merciless fighter. Sig will tear the throat of a Kronador the very second he can get his muzzle around it. He won't just chase it away and hope for the best. He is more willing to risk his life in combat that to turn and run, or simply chase the beasts away.
Although Sig is harmful, mean and rude, he can also be emotional and loving. He often keeps his feelings trapped inside him, so no one ever knows exactly what he feels. To others, Sigurd seems unemotional completely but in reality, he is hurt worse than most could imagine. If one could get on his good side and perhaps become his friend, Sig may not be so cruel to that warrior as he is to others. In fact, he can be very patient when it comes to his close pals.
Other than all of the bad things about Sigurd, he is ultimately determined. He has many scars to prove his hard fought battles and fierce determination. He would sooner get his throat slashed (or get his eye clawed out) than to give up and run from a fight. He always gets the job done, no matter how painful physically and emotionally it could be.

Strengths:
Determined
Sigurd is very determined to get things done. He likes rough challenges to test his strength and will. He will go to all extents to prove his power and get the job done.
Physically Fit
He is muscular and has a sturdy exterior. Sig's muscular build helps him fight and intimidate anyone who wrongs him. The only downfall is that he cannot run as fast as he wishes to because of all the extra weight.
Loyal
Become a friend of Sig, and he will protect you to the end. He is a great guardian over his few close friends and will do whatever it takes to protect them or his mate. However, get on his bad side and he will make you fight your own battles.

Weaknesses:
Emotional
Although no one can tell, Sigurd is always keeping unwanted feelings locked up inside. He is usually unhappy in some way and often has a large weight on his mind. He does a fine job hiding his emotions, although sometimes that just hurts him more.
Harsh
Sigurd takes his biting anger out on others when his emotions rage too high. If other wolves think he is just naturally angry, they're right. He often says hurtful things and does violent acts, but he feels they can only build character on the warrior that receives the pain.
Short Tempered
Sigurd has a tendency to blow up if things don't go his way. He likes organized plans and hard working warriors. If they do not listen to what he has to say, or do not go along with his own strategy, watch out!

Gender:
This strong brute is a boy.
As I designed Sigurd, I knew for a fact that I wanted a male. The ideas I had blooming for him had no trace of feminine quality and I felt I wanted a strong boy to help fend off Kronadors from the rest of the pack. I needed a physically and mentally powerful warrior to endure the brutal past this wolf would endure, and a male would best suit that role.

Age:
Adult/Warrior
This brute is a powerful, fully developed warrior.
Sig is the perfect age to be battling and keeping up with his own skills. He has been through many obstacles during his life and has much experience.

Birthdate:
May 10, 5/10
I decided to make Sigurd's birthday the same day I was given permission to create him. This special occasion should mark the day of his birth.

Orientation:
Straight
Although Sigurd isn't one to chase any tails, he still knows he is more attracted to female warriors. Having a brutish male at his side all the time would not only get annoying, but would cause much conflict. Sigurd needs a gentle touch of a fae to win his heart.

Relationships:
Enemies- Female - Luxyrus. Designed by AmigoGirl; owned by me.
Mate-Female - Nexus. Designed by Lilian Nightshade; owned by Tundra.
Pups- Male - Cambio.Designed by Tundra; owned by teleport.
Male - Maulik. Designed by Haestine&&Winga; owned by Raviolli.
Female - Sphinx. Designed by me; owned by Lichenfeather

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Nicknames:
Sigy; Sig
These are simply shortened versions of Sigurd's full name. He prefers not to be called "Sigy".

Traits:
Ear Type
Sigurd has small ears, great for catching high-pitched sounds, but not so good when hunting for tiny prey.

Tail Type
He has a curled tail. This tail is a good advantage when running from enemies, as the tail will not easily be bitten off.

Appearance:
Build
Sigurd is extremely muscular and strong in all areas. His neck, chest, stomach, arms and legs are powerful and great for battle. However, the extra buff keeps his speed from exceeding a basic level.

Height
Sigurd stands a proud 5 feet, 4 inches at the shoulders. He is not very tall, but cannot squeeze into tight places easily. His height levels out his strong build, making him seem like a thick, stocky and short wolf from afar.

Weight
He weighs about 946 pounds. His massive body helps him take down a nice sized Kronador if hit at the right angle. He surely uses this to an advantage against enemies and other, troublesome warriors.

Coat Texture
Sig has a thick, greasy and healthy coat. It is smooth to the touch, but heavy like wool. The layers of thick fur and greasy overlay provide advanced protection against cold weather and pesky obstacles in the forest.

Other:
Blood Type
A+
Sigurd carries a common blood type.

Learning Type
Sig is an audio learner. He learns best by hearing information. He easily remembers names and spoken information, but cannot comprehend maps or visuals well.

Astrology Zodiac
Sigurd hold the sign of the Taurus. He is dependable, persistent and loyal, but can be stubborn, materialistic and possessive. He is very independent and a brave leader. He also does not easily give up, even when everyone else has. He is very sensitive and takes negative remarks personally and he gets upset easily over these comments. He keeps his feelings secretive, locking them up inside and doing it well. Sigurd is not very social, but he has a few good friends. He needs a woman of quality, and will not look at anyone, other than his mate, with love.

Native American Zodiac
Sig is represented by a beaver. He takes charge and overcomes any business that needs to be handled. He is strategic and does very well when it comes to combat. Sigurd is hard working, powerful in strength and is usually right in terms of fact and strategy.

Chinese Zodiac
Sigurd is a proud bearer of the dragon symbol. He is driven, like a good challenge and he is a big risk taker. He often does not ask for help from others, and is usually successful on his own. He is also arrogant, ambitious and has a flaming temper.

Element
Strangely, Sigurd possesses the element of water. It cools his hot temper and sometimes allows others to get involved with his decisions.

Birth Stone
Emerald

Birth Flower
Lily of the Valley- humility, chastity, sweetness

Favorites:
Color
Sigurd's favorite color is lavender, a light purple that isn't too dull or too bright. He likes it because he rarely sees the color around Isket, and it makes him feel a bit more calm when he gets a chance to see the color.

Scent
Sig likes the way lilacs smell. This specific scent is very calming to him, and he will often take a hoard of lilacs back to his den to fill the room with their relaxing odor.

Flower
Although Sigurd likes the smell of lilacs above all else, his favorite flower in appearance is the Gladiolus. It represents strength in character, honor, and conviction. The shape and different color possibilities of this flower gives him a sense of confidence in his strength.

Fears:
Dying Regretfully
Sigurd wants to die in battle, protecting those close to him or defending Isket in a great way. He fears he could die for some unwanted reason, such as simply falling ill. He wants his death to mean something, and a cowardly or simple death will not satisfy him.

Being Exiled
Sigurd left his "Unknown Land" for a reason. If he is thrown out of his beloved pack of Isket, he would either need to go back to that land, or die trying to form his own pack. Sigurd is loyal to his new land, and being tossed out for whatever reason would break him.

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Story 1:
Tiny Snacks
It was a misty morning, drizzling rain merging its way into the den during the day I was born. The sky was purple, and tinted red at the horizon with a humid air.
I was born with one sister. Just the two of us, and the final one never made it. She would have been the runt, I remember. She was smaller than my sister, Sigrid and I.
The mist eventually separated, and the clouds allowed some sun to peep through into the life-filled caves.

A few months later, Sigrid and I were informed of a beautiful stream of water not far from our den. An elderly female wolf had told us about the cool, crisp water. As pups, we were obviously excited for our first adventure, even if it was only a few feet from the den.
My sister was a pale gray, and in the sun she shone white. Her markings were a dull, elegant brown. Her entire coat was perfectly described by her name, Sigrid. It meant “beautiful”. And her pale red, almost pink eyes complimented her.
As for me, I was named Sigurd, meaning “victory” or “guardian”. If I had the choice, I would leave my name now to rot in the past…

Down at the stream, we saw so many butterflies, that we couldn’t distinguish the white from them or the white of the water. They were so beautiful, floating with ease, up and down, side to side and all around. My sister loved them more than I did. Of course, I tried to catch a few for myself, but she truly had a talent for it. She would have been a great hunter.
On the other side of the stream, there were many fallen, mossy trees that were great for a game of hide-and-seek. Sigrid hid in a hallowed tree and I found her after a few minutes. Something was wrong though. Something felt weird. I told her “Sigrid, its time to go home, okay?” I told her, trying not to show worry, because at this point there was no reason for my strange instinct.
Suddenly, I caught the horrid smell of an enemy. I recognized the smell from my parents, which smell often wafted from them after a battle.
“Sigrid, run!” I yelled as quickly as I could, and dashed away. She was stuck in her hallowed hide-out though. She had struggled to leave the second she, too picked up the scent. The struggle got her tangled. I couldn’t think straight, and I turned, frozen, staring at the Kronador that smashed her hallowed log. Sigrid got out of there alive, at least, she got out of the log. I turned around and started running. I dashed through the river, and heard her swift paws behind me; but I also heard the beast’s crashing stomps.
Once we got to the other side, I heard only my own feet. I turned my head in shock, and my legs completely went paralyzed for a moment. As I watched, not daring to turn around completely, I saw the monster push my sister to the back of its throat, and swallow hard after ripping out some thicker bones from her body.
My head felt light, and my world was going black. I started dashing again to get as far away from the scene as possible before I passed out and ended up just like Sigrid.
I finally let my body collapse at the opening of my den. I couldn’t push myself any farther. With fear and exhaustion, I fainted right in front of my parents.
I woke up feeling icy cold. I couldn’t tell what was wrong with my body. Whether it was fear or if I fell sick, I don’t know. I shook violently and looked around as soon as I came to. I saw my parents, with just as much fear in their eyes, right behind me. They didn’t see my sister, but they saw me, and I looked like death herself.
I could say I’ve earned the name “Death” after what happened. Why didn’t I stay to help her out of that log? The questioned repeated in my head at least a million times, and yet I couldn’t come up with any reasonable answer other than I was a coward.
I told my parents what happened, eventually. It took me quite some time that day just to calm down, and then every time I tried to speak, the same knot in my throat came back, and I couldn’t continue the tale.
My parents were in tears for days. Other warriors eventually collected the bones that the Kronador spit out to properly bury what was left of my sister. I never forgave myself for leaving Sigrid behind, but now I try to make other warriors strong, so nothing like this happens again.

Story 2:
We Are One
The death of Sigrid kept dawning on me, and my parents kept becoming more distant. I grew older, perhaps just a teen at this point. I knew how to hunt and the basics of battle. From there, I figured I can start my own style of life. Anyway, I felt everyone was leaving me responsible for Sigrid's death, and I have had enough. I beat myself up over it, and didn't need everyone else joining in.
I started for the forest. Near its brim, I looked back one last time. The lands here were full of beauty, that's for sure, with its crystalized-geode look inside every den. Every rock a new color. It was different in appearance from where I was headed. I heard stories of Rayo's pack. Bad stories from this side, but anything was better than this life. I would take my chances with Rayo.
With that in mind, I set off without warning. I didn't care to say good-bye to my parents, and I had no friends to give farewells to.
During my first few weeks in the forest, I noticed I began to thin rather quickly. Food was surprisingly difficult to catch. It was faster out here, and there were far greater obstacles. I looked back at my old home. "Disgusting. They're so pampered." I said out loud, in a deep, rumbling tone. I wished I trained out here, so I was prepared.
One chilling evening, I was looking for some easy prey. I searched rodent holes and hollow trees for whatever I can find. Nothing. Again.
Hope burst in my heart when I caught the sound of something walking. It sounded big, and hopefully it was satisfying. My luck turned for the worst, something I didn't even consider since I was so dead-set on feed. It was a Kronador, and it was a nice size larger than myself. I was thin now, and out of shape in all ways possible. There was no way I can fight. It was too late... I watched, frozen as it glared into my eyes with the same hungry expression as I had.
All I could do was... no... not run. Last time I ran, a life was taken. I would prove to myself that I was not a coward anymore. As the beast ran towards me, I ran towards it with the same force.
We both lunged, clashing like gallant knights. I managed the first hit, giving the Kronador a nice slash in the throat. It wasn't very deep, but it was something. His attacks were far more forceful and, by far, more deadly. At the rate I was going, I would be dead in thirty second. The would that I thought would be the death of me was directly on my face. In my right eye, I was blinded by a thick claw, and my muzzle was scratched along with it. I fell the moment I saw my world turn red. Blood splashed my left eye as my right was nearly taken out. I struggled on the ground, knowing my fate was in the hands of a monster. I felt its talons reach across my shoulder, and pull all the way around my throat to the back of my neck on the other side. My throat was slashed. I lay on the floor, bleeding to what I almost knew for certain would be my grave.
I blacked out.
"Guess I'll end up like Sigrid. See you on the other side, sis..."

Surprisingly, I awoke from my unconscious state. Did I die? No, this didn't look like the world I was told of in the afterlife. My face hurt, and I could barely move my neck in fear I would reopen the deadly wound. I heard an odd voice, suddenly, but I was too tired to look up. "So who's Sigrid?"
I knew it was a female, but the voice was different from any I have ever heard. I jolted up at the name of my sister and gave a bloody, exhausted glare at the lean figure of a fae.
I saw the dead Kronador at her side, and her covered in blood. "Sigrid was my sister."
"And she died?"
"She was eaten by one of them." I signaled to the rotting beast. "How long was I asleep? And... what happened?" It was obvious in my voice that I was weak and weary.
The girl sat down next to me, as I shook with cold, fear and pain. Her long, luscious tail wrapped around me, and she told me everything.
I asked how her eye was taken out, her left eye, to be exact. And she told me her past, also, I found out her name is Inari.
I was never instantly drawn to another wolf before. I knew we would stay partners, going to Rayo's pack after she told me I fought well, and she liked how I fought to the end even though death was inevitable.
From that day on, she was my right eye, and I was her left. Together we were one Warrior.

Story 3:
Life Still Young
(this will take place in Isket, up to where he has his pups)

Story 4:
Mysterious Vanishing of a Warrior
(this will be his departure story, as he is a wanderer now)

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Armor Design:
Vintage Armor
The design of this armor was inspired by my favorite ring that I own. The gems have dull, rainbow hue to them that compliment the dark silver well. It gives a nice, old style feeling and makes Sigurd look magnificently royal, especially at night in the moonlight.
The good qualities of this armor concept is that it doesn't get in the way of movement, so Sig could run as fast as he wants. The colors are dull, so the creatures of the night would not see him as quickly as they would other wolves. Also, the armor protects most of his sensitive scars, which adds a great advantage in battle.
However, the armor could be noisy with the clinking of chains and metal. If Sigurd is not stealthy, it could give away his location quickly. The armor is somewhat heavy, but not nearly as weighty as some other armors of Isket. It may only slow him down a little bit.

Accessories:
Simple Beauty

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Artwork:
Digital
By Me
By Me
By Wolfehh
By Friskusis
By Athenian dragon.
By ~Galen
By Haestine
By Neara

Colored-In Digital
Colored by me; Lines by Neara
Colored by me; Lines by Neara
Colored by me; Lines by TheWolfsgirl90
Colored by me; Lines be TheWolfsgirl90
Colored by me; Lines by Distant Planet
Colored by me; Lines by Tundra
Colored by me; Lines by ~willow
Colored by Silver Bullets;Lines by TheWolfsgirl90
Colored by Haestine; Lines by Reviro @DeviantArt
Colored by TheOakTree; Lines by Andiliion

Traditional

Crafts

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Poems:

Theme Song:
Metallica- For Whom the Bell Tolls
Sigurd's theme song symbolizes his view on battling. He never backs down, even when he knows he cannot win, even if he knows he will die trying. This song basically states exactly how his death will play out, fighting with Kronadors on Rayo's side for their land. No matter how painful the fight, he knows his time must come some day, and he hates the thought of dying for a worthless cause. He chooses to die in battle, for good reason.

Favorite Quotes:

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Short Stories:
Saving a Life
It was a decent day when I struggled through the forest. The sweet scent of a deer wafted around my nostrils, and I just had to go looking for it. I haven't eaten since yesterday, and the sun would be down soon. I decided to find the animal and catch it before someone else did.
I was in a land I did not know. It felt right to be here though. I had left my homelands many moons ago, in search of the perfect settlement where warrior wolves fight for freedom. That's what I wanted. A life of pride and to protect what was mine; but first I needed something to own. I was hoping to share that land with the others.
I had finally found the deer. It was strangely sitting in an open field. I knew this was unnatural. I sniffed deep into the air, and on my side, I saw the problem. A Kronador, hungrily staring into the distance... not at the deer.
Suddenly, my eyes opened wide. One eye flashing blood red, and the other milky white.
I saw the beast throw the other wolf who had searched out the same deer I had been looking for. It slammed into her, caws slashing the poor, young girl like she was worthless. I thought of my sister, who had been taken out as a pup by a Kronador in a similar matter. At the wolf's yelp, I dashed, as fast as my thumping paws would take me. She was so hopeless. Backed up against a tree, snarling and growling as intimating as she could. Her tiny, young body was no scare for the beast. I watched her as she closed her eyes... I was almost there.
The creature was slow, but strong. I couldn't let him hurt the wolf, who hissed as loudly as she could. She had potential, and I was to guard her.
Standing in front of her, I fended off the Kronador just before he flashed his final blow on her.
I leaped about, the quickest on my feet as I had ever been. I quickly took care of the monster who attacked the innocent wolf, jumping on its chest and ripping the veins right from its throat.
I looked at the girl one last time, noticing she too was blinded in her right eye...
But there was no time for talk. Other wolves were coming to take my deer...

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Quirks:
Lilacs
Sigurd loves to carry lilacs home to his den. He loves the smell of the lavender flowers and simply enjoys his home to smell like them for a few days.
Wishes:
Painful Death
Sigurd wants his final moments to be as painful as possible. He wants more than anything to know he was alive before he fell, and nothing can be more rewarding than knowing he gave it his all. He wants to know he fought until death, and was courageous throughout the battle. He wants to feel that rush of his last few seconds, and use his pain to mark his final seconds on Isket.
Powerful Offspring
Sigurd wants his pups to be brave and skilled in combat like himself. It would insult him if his children were cowards and could not defend themselves properly. He wishes for his young to fight until the enemy is down, or die trying.
Health:
Blind Eye
Sigurd has a blinded right eye. He fought a fierce Kronador that gave him the mark, and left that side blinded for the rest of his life. He often gets protective of his right side, and may snap at another warrior for approaching that side.
Scars
Sigurd's deep scars are tender and uncomfortable when anything touches them. Also, a good smack could reopen the wounds, forcing him to be protective of his weak spots.

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