FACETS OF STONE REFLECTING MORNING LIGHT & A SHARP, FIRST BREATH, THE SCREECH OF A DIVING HAWK ECHOING IN EMPTY VALLEYS, A RESTLESS SPIRIT AS HEARTBREAKING AS THE DYING SUN.
// 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙳 — ( commander of winter court armies + second son of noble house sigrund ) s t o n e . e a g l e
Underneath the sparkling sky, did you see LEO SUTER being tipped by the Cauldron? No, that's just LASHER SIGRUND, who is the COMMANDER OF ARMIES from THE WINTER COURT. I heard that on most days they're FEARLESS and SPIRITED but if you catch them on a dark night, they can be WAYWARD and HEADSTRONG. But if you really get to know them, you'll know that they vibe with FACETS OF STONE REFLECTING MORNING LIGHT & A SHARP, FIRST BREATH, THE SCREECH OF A DIVING HAWK ECHOING IN EMPTY VALLEYS, A RESTLESS SPIRIT AS HEARTBREAKING AS THE DYING SUN.
CHARACTER. Lasher Sigrund. GENDER & PRONOUNS. Cis male, he/him/his. AGE. 35 / 350 SEXUALITY. Heterosexual. BIRTHDAY. 21st Day of December (Sagittarius Sun, Leo Moon, Capricorn Rising) PLACE OF BIRTH. Oresthrone. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Unmarried. OCCUPATION. Commander of the Armies of Winter / Second-born of House Sigrund EDUCATION. Fearsome battlemaster & strategist. A master of longswords. Wields two along with a great shield. Well-versed in managing an army, cadre, or fleet, basic skills in blacksmithing, leatherworking, first aid, and smithing. SPEAKING VOICE & ACCENT. A deep, rumbling voice that’s quite gravelly and distinct. Capable of a booming roar that can gain the attention of an army when necessary. HAIR COLOR & STYLE. Chestnut waves that coil to his shoulders, rarely perfectly kempt; there are often stray hairs loose and flyaways. EYE COLOR. Ocean blue. EYESIGHT. Hawkeyed. HEIGHT. 6’3”. WEIGHT. 220lbs BUILD. Broad & muscled. TATTOOS. Sigil-like tattoos across chest, back and arms, and up his neck — common among warriors and mercenaries. Not befitting a young lord. PIERCINGS. Earlobes & cuffs. CLOTHING STYLE. Utilitarian leathers, vests, and linen tunics. Heavy army when suitable. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS. Deep scar that drags from his left brow, across his eye, and down into the meat of his cheek. SCENT. Leather & amber musk. POSITIVE TRAITS. Adept, independent, headstrong, fearless, good under pressure, loyal, skilled, free-spirited, passionate, adventurous. (Lesser known: gentle, kind.) NEGATIVE TRAITS. Stubborn, wayward, rebellious, unpredictable, mischievous, easily bored, restless, careless, noncommittal, devil’s advocate. LIKES. Games of strategy and skill, training, sparring, learning new (controversial) things, blacksmithing, hunting, adventure, making innocent trouble, conversation that pushes boundaries, individuals who are unafraid to break the rules, animals, camping, campfires. DISLIKES. Court politics & intrigue, dishonesty, judgmental individuals, feeling vulnerable, false manners, irrelevant traditions and rules, feeling idle or underutilized. FEARS. Feeling trapped, betrayal. MORAL ALIGNMENT. Neutral good with flares of chaotic neutral. ELEMENT. Spirit of fire, wielder of ice. BEVERAGE. Enjoys ales and black teas. FOOD. Favors nuts & berries & dried/salted meats or hearty stews.
CHARACTER HISTORY.
RISE, LORD LASHER OF HOUSE SIGRUND — TAKE HEART & LOOK SKYWARD !
It should not have come to you, the role of lordling, the second son of a great house, for you are an errant, wild thing — the one who does not fit, who does not belong, that chars the edges of what holds you and breaks draping chains. And yet, you love the land of Oresthrone with all your heart. Those deep mountain halls laden with precious ore, the bitter cold and craggy trails — who would speak for those that scrape out a life in the hollows of the great mountain but you? You, who feel at home with dirt under your fingernails, with pain singing in your limbs, and freedom ripping at your hide. So, you learn to fight, to forge, to claw out goodness from the core of the earth, your duty to the land & the commonfolk of your beloved village, a master all its own. A drive like a flame bellowed & stoked in the cage of your ribs. Growing, incessant, hungry to catch. You make your place among warriors at a young age, built for war, brave of heart, sturdy of convictions and footing. You would not wield the fate of the spare, so you carved out a fate of your own, a destiny divined by the callouses on your palms, the scars that form constellations across your body. Some won from misadventure, all well-deserved. It is your place, wrought by your own hands — you are a free-hearted man, capable of cutting his own fate from the mantle that dragged you down since birth. Wielding sword and shield, no one may remember the second-born of House Sigrund, but they will remember a champion and Commander of The Winter Court.
PERSONALITY.
O MOUNTAIN, YOU ARE A VESTIGE OF LIGHT !
You follow a different sort of light. A distant, thrumming force. A gilding in your veins that demands the most of every moment, the highest reward of any encounter. It’s a hunger, really, insatiable and demanding, pushing you to achieve more, to outlive the great shadows that layer into absolute darkness over top of you. Challenges keep you focused, the unobtainable your greatest desire. This incessant voice inside of you that tells you to push yourself to the brink is what has brought you what you desire most: capability, belonging, strength, courage — and so you continue to follow it. Your war for freedom makes you seem magnetic to some, unbearable to others. Being unpredictable, delighting in waking sleeping bears, it’s a dangerous business, but it’s fulfilling — like drawing the sweetest sap from the driest bloom. Beneath the lionine roar you have made of your life, there is a yearning you haven’t named. A desire to be seen and understood, a need to be known for the man you are, beyond titles and accomplishments, beneath stone and earth. Your kindness and compassion are often traits unseen, so harsh are the lines you have driven into your countenance, but it shows in your love of people, of animals, of the earth and its precious secrets, the sea and its unknowable depth. When you are not smithing blades or swinging them, you are a friend to hawks and eagles, to fawn and fox, hound and equine.
