Sigrun Kaiser

Sigrun Kaiser. 17. Haus Gold, Year 1. Why should we pretend? (RP account for the Schluchtenburg RPG)

[sigrunkaiser]

Wer bist du jetzt?

Name:

  * Reason or meaning of name? Sigrun is an old norse name, that means “Victory Secret.” 

Nickname:

  * How’d they get it?: She doesn’t really have nicknames anymore, unless Miron referring to her as a flower counts.

Home: She doesn’t have a home right now, since her father has thrown her out for Falling. But, Adelger Graf has offered her a room in the Graf mansion for the summer.

  *how do they feel about it? She’s not sure. She’s thrilled that she won’t be homeless, and honored that Adelger offered without her having to ask. However, she still isn’t very keen on being around the Grafs the whole summer.

   *future home? Probably up north somewhere. Still, somewhere very quiet. But maybe now, a cottage by the sea. Perhaps as a lighthouse witch, using magic to light the way for lost sailors.

Abilities: Her element is water, she understands that now. She can’t deny the pull it has on her, but instead of being frightening, it is inviting, calming.

Physical strength: Not particularly. Like in the first prompt, if she gets angry enough she can throw a good punch, but that’s it.

Magical strength: Spells and Charms, Animalogy, Defensive and Offensive Spells

Other skills: High endurance. Still impulsive, but takes pause before making really big decisions--if she remembers.

Relationships:

Are they a virgin?: Yes

Have they been in love?: No. Given time it could be love, but not now.

Do they want to get married?: Not really.

Are they in love right now?: No. Given time, it could be love though.

Relationships:

Best friends: Irmin von Sachs, Max Grosshertz, Miron Mai

Good friend: Merle Gaunt, Adelger Graf, Hiltwin Schaefer, Adelor Graf (?)

Favourites:

Place

   *at Schluchtenburg? The Library, especially the quite corners.

   *at home? She’ll have to explore the Grafs home to find that out. But if the past is any indication, it will be that library. Or perhaps outside in the woods.

   *in the whole world? In the woods at Schluchtenburg. 

Physical characteristics:

Hair cut: Shoulder length, but she likes to have it tied up.

Mannerisms: Smooths back hair, bites bottom lip, wrings hands

Style: She’s not a fan of bawdy dresses and the like

Usual Body Posture: Standing up straight, or squished into a corner

Confidence: This year has definitely knocked her down a few notches.

Goals:

Short-term goals for next year: Rise back to Gold. Although she hates her family, she knows that she needs their money.

   *How will they achieve them? Study, keep marks, stay out of trouble as much as she can...but she still wants to find out what the fuck happened to Loirot...

Long-term goals in life: To graduate, to move far away.

   *How will they achieve them? Keep marks, look into ways to disappear. Possibly find someone to tag along with her who knows more about being alone than she does.

Opinions:

On love? It’s not as stupid as she once thought. It’s not for everyone, of course. But it isn’t stupid by any means.

On politics? For any change to happen, the people must ban together. Break the law, if necessary.

On Muggles? They’re not horrible, and not nearly as backwards as she thought. She’s not sure if it’s best for all Muggles to know about witches and wizards, but complete secrecy seems dangerous.

On Squibs? She thinks it’s unfair, that they grow up and get to experience magic but because of some cruel Fate never get to participate themselves.

On differences such as sexuality or race or religions? She thinks that the differences shouldn’t matter. If someone is hurting, they must be helped. End of story.

How do they deal with

anger? Yells, becomes essentially irrational. Runs away, and cries.

sadness? Isolates herself from others, and cries. She is working on actually speaking to people who want to help though.

change? It’s necessary. Even if she doesn’t like it, and will actively try to prevent change if she feels it will negatively affect her, in the end, change is necessary.

Over the course of the year, Sigrun has learned several--and I mean SEVERAL-- valuable lessons about not rushing into things, holding her tongue, and being privileged. She has seen nearly all attempts at building relationships with others fall apart because of this. You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, as they say. 

Once Loirot disappeared, however, things changed. Suddenly, Sigrun found the people she cared the most about were in danger. She felt powerless, and scared, and all she could do was look for ways to fight back and help. She began building relationships with others, and trying to repair the relationships that she had broken. This worked in some cases, but in others, it did not. 

Now she leaves Schluchtenburg, fallen to Silber. She has time to rise back, but she’s not sure if she wants to aside from getting her place in her family back. For now, she is going to see where life takes her, perhaps look further into her new affinity for water. Many of her friends will return with her next year, and she looks forward to seeing them then. 

ON a more “meta” level, over the past summer I took a class on a long-term projective technique called The Story Within. In drama therapy, we rely on projection onto characters to allow insights into ourselves. Every character we create has aspects of ourselves, and through examining these characters, we can examine ourselves. I will spend time meditating on Sigrun and what aspects of me I have placed in her, as I have done with my last big RP character (JJ, you know what I am talking about). 

I hope that we get to play with each other again soon. My personal blog is @crystalbarricade, and I am also a part of @stagedoorhighrp, and we are pretty desperately looking for members. But I’d love to see all of you anywhere!

Love you all,

Angela

[adelger-graf]

Courtyard

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adelger-graf:

“Because they tend to destroy trees,” Adelger replied, and he did so with a playful tone even though it was a simple truth. He smiled at her jab—lips pressing down together to avoid laughing. “I would, but then I risk getting my crown all crooked,” he joked, shaking his head, “I can’t have that.” He nodded to every suggestion Sigrun made—even the one about the food, that still had him feel this mild nauseous feeling in his stomach. “How would we go about presents? Would it be something like Wichtlen? Anyone gets assigned a person to which gifting something in secret?”

“Fine, fine, fine, no explosions. If His Majesty insists.” Sigrun couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face, especially watching Adelger attempt to suppress his own laughter. She paused, thinking about Adelger’s proposal. “No, because I think that sometimes in Wichtlen people focus too much on getting the biggest and most extravagent gifts. I think we should get everyone small gifts, small home-made gifts, that prove that we really know them. Then everyone will want to get to know everyone else, and maybe there won’t be as many conflicts the rest of the year.”

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In the Woods

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adelger-graf:

Adelger was surprised by her laugh but not offended. His lips took on a smile that was slightly amused. “You are assuming he doesn’t hate me already,” he said, and it put a lot of humour in his voice. “My brother is graduating… while, as of now, I’m not completely sure of his plans for the Summer, I think he’s old enough to take a couple of weeks off to visit a friend while you visit my sister.” For a moment, he wondered if he should mention how the Grafs had never had much trouble to avoid one another in their own house when they really wanted to—surely Adelor would manage to avoid Sigrun if he wished it so. “And who knows, maybe by the time Summer comes around, you’d have changed opinion of one another.”

Sigrun smiled. “Then I shall have to take you up on that offer.” Do it now, before he changes his mind. “Expect me two or three days into summer then. My father will surely allow me home for a time to pack my bags.” That wasn’t too much to ask of him, she was sure of it. And besides, when he heard that she was staying with the Grafs, he would want her to look her best. Best not to cause the family any more disgrace than she already had, that’s what he would say. But back to reality. She smiled at Adelger again. “Maybe. And maybe the ground will open and swallow the school whole!”

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Choir Concert

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maxgrossherz:

“Corrupt them,” Max repeated, in his most scandalised tone, grinning. His hands were by his hips. “Like a small fawn. Schatz, are you fucking kidding me? Or is it Herr Mai playing little doe around you? I have nothing against them, really, I just wouldn’t call innocence or naivety one of their defining traits. Why do you say so?” He was still grinning, but he had meant his statements.

Sigrun laughed and rolled her eyes. She couldn’t really explain why Miron had such an effect on her, and she especially didn’t want to try it in front of Max, of all people. “I couldn’t tell you, perhaps it’s the way that they look. Always off-kilter, you know.”

[irmin-von-sachs]

Midnight Investigations

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irmin-von-sachs:

“Then don’t push yourself. In the end, if there is no need to force oneself to eat and drink things we don’t like.. we might as well just avoid them,” Irmin replied, with a little shrug and an honest smile. He sipped his own cup of tea, hands curling around the cup to let his hand be warmed even if he always had warm hands.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” he said, honestly. “I have also a couple of news—things I discovered with Charlotte Vogt.” He couldn’t remember now if he had already talked with Sigrun about his and Charlotte’s visit to the Muggle shop on the Rhine. He had been so distracted, lately, and it wasn’t exactly safe to speak when other people were around. But here and now, it was just him and Sigrun—his partner in crime. “She had heard from Helga that a Muggle had a shop on the Rhine where people could buy paint. We found that three women had gone and bought a lot of it. Black paint as the one in the Main Hall.”

Sigrun smiled at Irmin’s reassurance, but soon focused entirely on his recap of what they knew so far. She nodded along, making mental notes the whole way. If all those things were true, that meant that they had a few suspects. “Is there a way to find out who the three women are?” Hopefully Irmin would say that he had already done that, yes, and here were their names. Then that would push the suspect pool down significantly.

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Choir Concert

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miron-mai:

Miron’s smile stayed small from then on, but it was bright in their eyes, vibrant in their gaze. “Perfect.” Perfect in all the possible meanings of that word. So very, very, perfect.  They stepped away again, back from Sigrun to bow, and almost in the same fluid motion that they leaned forward, their hand had caught Sigrun’s. A kiss was pressed against its back, then they let go and stood up straight again. “Good luck for the concert. I see you afterwards.”

Dammit they were smooth. Before Sigrun could even comprehend what was happening, they swooped into her hand and gave her a kiss. Then they were gone. Sigrun’s blush flamed over her entire face.

She went to take her place among the choir. She flashed Miron a quick smile, then the concert began. Sigrun made sure that she was standing straighter than she would normally. Every time she caught Miron’s eyes during the performance, she blushed a little and looked away. Soon, though, the concert was over, and the whole hall anxiously awaited the news about the Gymnastics team.

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In the Woods

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adelger-graf:

Adelger wasn’t too shocked by Sigrun’s answer. He knew something of parents’ expectations and their harsh punishments for their children if they failed to rise up to them. Max had been cut off. Engel risked something like that at least once a week. Still, Herr Kaiser seemed too harsh to him, and he would have liked to be able to offer an alternative for Sigrun—he thought that maybe Adelinde would benefit from company, since it was likely that both her brothers would be away. But he didn’t dare speak on Adelinde’s behalf, though he knew his little sister liked Sigrun Kaiser. “I hope you know that if you were in want of a change of place you have friends to reach out to,” he said. I put it on ‘want’ because what if Sigrun didn’t truly wish to go home even if her mother would convince her father?

Sigrun laughed at Adelger’s offer. “Please don’t misunderstand me, I’m truly grateful for your offer, but I think your brother would hate you for the rest of his natural life if I even stayed in your home for a day.” The fact that her and Adelor got off on the wrong foot and seemed to stay that way for the rest of the year wasn’t a secret, although it was a secret that she wished it hadn’t been. But still, an offer was an offer, especially if the alternative was staying with someone somewhere she didn’t know.

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After the Storm

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adelor-graf:

So much home. Adelor looked at Sigrun and felt the air in his lungs all differently. “You are. Home.” Adelor nodded, and his hand caressed over Sigrun’s body without touching her once more, taking the ugliness of all those layers of fear with it, letting the stream of the water take it carry it away, away from her until, hopefully, there’d be nothing left but this feeling of, well, home. “You can open your eyes, Kaiser. Nothing can hurt you anymore.”

Sigrun opened her eyes, slowly, squinting against the sunlight. It took her a moment to remember where she was. In the river. With Adelor. She let out a deep, shakey breath. Nothing could hurt her anymore. That was something that she had never thought she would hear in her life. It was a strange feeling, to be free of something that had been oppressing her for so long, and that she was unaware of for most of her life. She licked her lips. Curious. For as different as she felt on the inside, she didn’t feel any different on the outside.

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Choir Concert

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maxgrossherz:

“Me,” he repeated, almost sounding proud, a wide grin on his face. Yes, Max was quite grateful to be Sigrun’s friend. He was just really not the type to say it out loud. He smirked. “How come you’re friends and we’re not? Are you keeping the little thing to yourself?”

Sigrun laughed. “You would corrupt them, Max Grossherz, and you know that. Herr Mai is like a small fawn. I would never forgive myself if they were to fall in your influence. Mai was the one who beat me out for staying in Gold, you know. I won’t let you make them anything less than a worthy victor.”

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Choir Concert

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miron-mai:

At what Sigrun said - on purpose? or had that been a slip? - Miron’s smile broadened into a grin, so wide that their tongue peeked through their teeth. Only for a moment though, then it smallened again, turning into a cheeky, teasing smirk as Miron took a step closer, so much closer, that they were basically towering over Sigrun now. They looked down to her, their arms crossed behind their back now. “Is that so? Will she?”

The way Sigrun suddenly remembered the Gymnastics club amused Miron. “Coven forbid, yes.” they smirked. “But now. Don’t look to eager for a win, I might feel bad for hoping for a loss now.”

Sigrun looked up at Miron standing over her. She coudn’t help blushing at least a little. She felt her heart beating faster in her chest, especially when she saw their smile. They’d never smiled that big before, and then suddenly they were there right in front of her. “Yes. She will, I’m sure of it.”

Sigrun blushed even more at Miron’s comment. “Well, considering that I had forgotten entirely about the Gymnastics team until a few moments ago, I’m not too concerned about however the match turns out.” She smiled. Either way, she would spend more time with Miron. “I will be happy however the match turns out. But if you are hoping for a loss, then perhaps I should hope for onen as well.”

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In the Woods

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merle-gaunt:

Merle nodded, slowly, at Sigrun’s reply. “Indeed.” She simply said. After all it was something they had already talked about. “I’ll see you tonight after dinner to discuss if and how to proceed with our little project, okay?”

Sigrun smiled. “Yes, please. I would love that!” Now she had to get back to practicing. If she was going to practice with and learn from Merle, she had to be good enough to earn it.

[irmin-von-sachs]

Midnight Investigations

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irmin-von-sachs:

Irmin’s movements were confident and most things he did without even having to think about it—this was a dish he had been used to make for dinner and supper. He could remember when he had fresh bread to serve with it. And with that memory he took the bread, but instead to cut in slices, he cut it in bigger pieces in the size of a panino. Opening it up in half, he put the bread aside waiting for the frittata do be read. Inside the pan, one side cooked and then when ready, Irmin slipped it to cook the other one. He did it with a flick of his wrist, frittata flying in the air and landing back in the pan. Though, he had cheating using a bit of magic to be sure it didn’t ended up in a disaster. “When it’s ready, you put the frittata between the bread.. and wait a little. The warmth from the frittata will make the bread more soft,” and just as he finished to explain this, he went on to have actions follow words.

“Oh, that’s a pity. I would suggest you to try it with both milk and sugar, but if you don’t like the smell it is far better to leave it be.” He nodded. And then he finished preparing both their teas.

Sigrun watched Irmin as he put the finishing touches on the frittata. With every step the frittata looked even more delicious. She smiled when he handed her her tea. “My father said the same thing. But I think the connection is too set in my brain for me to try it.”

She kicked her legs a little bit as she sipped her tea. “So, shall we review what we have found so far? Perhaps we have stumbled upon a few separate things that will connect into one big thing.”

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In the Woods

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adelger-graf:

“There is no need,” Adelger replied, shaking his head. “Truly.” He smiled at her, a small but sincere smile, “But I do appreciate it.”

He was a little surprised by her questions—not by their content per se, more as the fact that they had been uttered out loud to begin with. He hesitated a moment to answer because he wasn’t exactly sure how to do that. Adelger had not reflected much on how he felt about the end of the school year, and as for his plans after Schluchtenburg, he wasn’t ready to share them with anyone—not the real ones. “I don’t know how to describe it, exactly. I can see my goal but know that there is still those few metres before I reach it. Heavy. If I had to choose a word, that would be it—heavy,” he said, opting for honesty since his second answer had none of it. “Work. A different kind from the one I do here, but work nonetheless. I’ll help my father more with managing the estate.” He paused, looking at Sigrun. “What about you? How will you spend your Summer before returning back?”

Sigrun listened thoughtfully to Adelger. She had not considered he would give the answer he gave. But it made sense, that as the most distinguished of the Grafs that he would be taking charge of the estate. She shrugged. “I’m not sure. That depends if my father will let me back in the house. I don’t think I’m on track to rise back to Gold, although I can’t say I didn’t try. I’m not sure though, perhaps my mother will convince him to let me return.” Honestly she’d be surprised if she didn’t.

[adelger-graf]

Courtyard

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adelger-graf:

Adelger smiled, pressing his lips together from stopping a laugh. He nodded. “Ah, you are right too, there,” he said, and one could easily hear the mirth in his voice. He thought about the silly thing between him and Merle that he had called tradition once, but as much as he pretended to find it annoying he knew it to be amusing. “Well, we can certainly try to start one. I have no ideas of my own, at the moment. But if one comes to you, I’m at your service,” he said, with a little bow of his head—and while he sounded playful, there was this glint in his eyes that spoke of being serious about his offer. “Though, please, nothing with explosions.”

Sigrun laughed again. “Why are you so anti-explosion? One little mishap in the forest and you’re suddenly chief safety inspector or something. Liven up a little, Your Highness.” Sigrun smiled in return at the jab to Adelger’s high status, much higher than hers or anyone else’s in the school. Except the professors of course. “Well, I know I always enjoy the feasts that include lots of food and drinking. So that’s a must for our new tradition.” She brought a finger to her chin, pretending to think of more ideas. “Music, of course. We must have music. And presents.”

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In the Woods

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merle-gaunt:

“The head?” Merle jokingly replied to Sigrun’s comment, chuckling softly. “Does he have to give it up once he graduates?” She said shaking slightly her head. “It has not been an easy year to be Head of Haus. For any of them.”

Sigrun ran her tongue over her teeth. She didn’t want to bring up Helga or even talk about her. “I’m sure it has. Between everything that’s happen and everything that could have happened.” Brilliant Sigrun. Brilliant vague avoidance manouver. 

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After the Storm

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adelor-graf:

There was a long moment of silence, and Adelor used it to listen to the water streaming past them, moving past their bodies and taking all bad thoughts with them. The hand that he had put over Sigrun’s eyes moved over her body now, without touching her, caressing over the shell of energies almost all people were surrounded with and soothing away what was stricken with fear and pain and brushing it away, letting the cold water of the Rhine take it with it.

When Sigrun spoke again, he had almost forgotten that he had asked a question, but the answer had him smile. “It is home.” he said, undoing Sigrun’s hair to let it float freely in the water. “So why are you scared of it?” His fingers combed through the golden hair, now understanding why it had such a charm to it. “Or are you scared of it because it feels so much like home?”

The woman took the man’s hand, and the two of them went running through the water. They laughed, the woman threw her hair back over her shoulders and let it whip against the wind. The two of them laughed so freely Sigrun could see their teeth and the roofs of their mouths. She felt the cool air against her neck and back. She smelled the salty air.

“It’s home. It’s...it’s so much home...”

She felt it surge within her, that this was the place where she wanted to be more than anything in the world. In the water, with people who understood. She’d spent her whole life being afraid, afraid of the water, afraid of understanding herself and what she wanted out of her life. It beat inside her like a million drums. This is what she had been searching for all along.

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Choir Concert

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maxgrossherz:

“They are, aren’t they?” Max said, with a little smirk. He did not actually take the moment to reminisce for real, but there was a little bittersweetness in his next expression, which did not last for too long. He smiled at this next statement, and then looked towards the general direction of where the audience was, trying not to let the teasing show on his face. “Oh, you do? Where? Who?”

Sigrun laughed and playfully pushed Max. As she did so, she ran her hands through his hair, roughly ruffling it. “You, stupid. And Herr Mai.” She knew he was joking. That was the way they were with each other, after all. The two disgraced Golds. They had to stick together somehow.