Sigmundr

Rhea (Brother)

Felicity (Sister)

## Application Sheet

Sigmundr was a dark ashy-colored male pup with light brown eyes. He was born in the aftermath of the Hive Wars, to a single mother, the Jarl of Fellfang, Valera. His father, Lincoln, was lost during the battle against the Queen. He had two siblings: Rhea and Felicity. His story is just beginning. Sigmundr was created and RP'd by speckledplanet.

## Personality

* ***Wants to be Articulate.*** Sigmundr, despite his age, learned early on that his mother often always spoke with intention and with grace. While he isn’t necessarily the best at annunciating or remembering the heavier-hitting words the adults use sometimes, he does strive to carry the same cadence when speaking to other members of Fellfang. Around his mother is a different story, one spoken softly with whimsy and wonder.
* ***Strives to be Faithful.*** Loyalty, grace and pride are key tenants that Sigmundr leans upon quite often. He may not know everything there is to know about these subjects but, from what he’s gathered, it is a good thing indeed to walk as if the very Ancestors are watching your every move, passing judgment upon you and your future place in Ondheim. His loyalties lie with Fellfang and his family, no matter how taxing it might be to think about the implications of that oath for too long.
* ***Modest***. The boy does not like to take credit for the work of others, even if he played a major part in it. He longs to belong and be prolific in his studies, his duties and devotion to what is seen as best for him and his siblings. Very rarely does Sigmundr get worked up or defensive at being… overlooked. To be acknowledged at all is a good thing, and to be praised is just foam to the shoreline.
* ***Scholarly***. There’s nothing the child likes more than to listen to whatever tales are being spun. He doesn’t often live in his fantasies or wishes but instead wants to learn the meaning of the stories he’s taught and to see all sides in them— good, bad or ugly. Sigmundr does not want to make mistakes. He does not want to disappoint or fall behind and so he strives to make sense of the messy tapestry that is life, even if it means he has to live with gaps in the narrative. His desire to learn borders on obsession and, as a result, it’s safe to assume Sigmundr is growing to be quite the religious child.
* ***Familial***. Sigmundr doesn’t seem to ask for more than he’s given and often passes on external stimuli if it doesn’t directly help his education or seem necessary by his mother. If she shows her disinterest or directs his attention elsewhere, he will listen without question and follow her orders to the utmost of his ability. Even at the cost of his sibling’s frustrations now and then.
* ***Stoic***. Expressing himself is… difficult. While he often stays true to his own morals and ideals, he tends to fall behind on his own desires and doesn’t quite know where to place himself or his real, raw emotions. He can mirror the enthusiasm of his siblings and respond to situations appropriately but, a lot of that is just reflex and not something he puts much of himself into. His desire to follow in his late father’s footsteps might be to blame for that, but he won’t admit such a thing to anyone. Not even himself.
* ***Fatalistic***. He does not live without some guilt despite all the grand legends he was told about as a child and it would be false to claim that Sigmundr is completely oblivious to the concept of passing on, the idea that one day he too will be nothing more than grass budding under a morning sun. So he lives ordinarily, he lives to honor his mother, he lives because he must. And one day, someone will likely live for him too.
* ***Repressed***. While the Hive Wars were not of his time, the loss of his father surely was. Perhaps some of this feeling, this ugly nagging at the back of his mind, is because of the occasional company that Khalua and her mate Ian brought forth. He did not know what having a father was like, but from what he could gauge from both the lessons he was taught regarding the importance of family and the image Khalua's family painted for him, it was something he wished he had for himself quite often.
* ***Secretive***. Somewhere in the depths of himself, Sigmundr is aware of just how bad he is at showing his true colours. He lives to please others, to be what they expect and what they desire and because of this weight he’s placed upon himself he doesn’t open up to virtually anyone. Valera is one of the few he speaks his woes to, but even then it is few and far between, often under the guise of night terrors or some other trivial issue. Sigmundr is not as perfect as he wishes to be and he thinks, for some silly reason, that is something to be ashamed of. Maybe one day he’ll parse out those feelings for the better, or perhaps they’ll simmer like so many of the fairytales he was told.

## Pre-Group History

His fate had been woven long before he was even a twinkle in his parent’s eyes.

Lincoln Jarl had fallen just a mere few weeks before the discovery that Valera was, in fact, with child. Three children at that, something that would come as a surprise. A surprise worth protecting by any means necessary, even if that price was the isolation from all but a select few for the earliest weeks of their life. If this was a time to mend her broken heart or nurture newfound love would remain a mystery to the first born. But what he did know without a shadow of a doubt? That his name was Sigmundr and that he was the price of victory and the future protector of his younger kin: Felicity and Rhea.

His early days were spent in the comfort and quiet of a den that smelled of milk and warmth. Sigmundr did not do much more than bathe in that feeling until his eyes had opened along with his ears and when that happened, the first set of lessons were delivered where bated breath lingered. It was in those fables and spoken records Sigmundr first fell in love with where he was. Fellfang was, perhaps, his first word spoken in a questioning tone as if he wanted to say *tell me more.*

But despite his curiosity and love for history and its legends, he did not understand the weight of the world and his place in it. “First born, eldest child” was just a title with no real depth. So he often handed off the responsibilities and expectations to Rhea, someone who seemed… better fit for the role he did not choose for himself.

He was happiest hiding in that ignorance. Like all things, change was bound to come with or without his permission or approval. Jarl Valera would see to that, and he would be there to listen.

## Trivia

* Referring to Lincoln as ‘deceased’ or ‘dead’ around Sigmundr will cause him to visibly pale and he will quietly, politely correct the speaker to use “late” or “resting” instead.
* Despite living on the coast, Sigmundr has a bit of fear regarding deep water and the tides that rip and roll across the sea.
* Lightning and heavy storms tend to cause him to stutter and give him night terrors.
* In the future, Sigmundr will likely begin exploring his gender and his views on who he is beyond “the son of Valera and Lincoln.”
* He enjoys singing in his free time, but only does so in private.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* speckledplanet's deviantART Gallery