Nickname (If any):
None
Rank (Profession//Title):
Weaver
Aspiring sheild maiden
Birthday:
Mid slaughter month
Winter- Gormánuður
Age:
25
Height:
Five foot two
Weight:
110
Personality:
Brash with just a
touch of indiscretion.
Sigrunn was born with a keen knack of finding herself in precarious situations. Often relying on her own female nature to withhold her from harm while simultaneously taunting fate. Her nature was wild, reckless and often blind. As she grew she shirked her mother's teachings in favor of trying to follow in her father's footsteps. As an adult Sigrunn as learned to curb her often sharp tongue though it has little effect since her overall demeanor is still very; arrogant. Bold, while not too uncommon in women, she often finds herself overstepping boundaries and missing key notes in conversation that usually serve as a warning to most. Though at the heart of it all Sigrunn is very genuine to her core. Keeping true to her word and her mantra. She swears she'll take her place in Valhalla when the time comes.
Backstory (Please be brief, save it for the IC):
Sigrunn was born in a simple village. Her father, Ari, skilled in both fishing and hunting was also a fierce warrior. He was held in high standing among the people in the village. Her mother, Hilda, was skilled with weaving. Often enough she'd tag along with her mother to the marketplace to peddle her newest wares. Which was meant to prepare Sigrunn for her place as a future wife but only fuled her interest as she watched the warriors jaunt about.
Her birth was nothing short of a blessing of the Gods; as her mother would often put it. Apparently Hilda had bled profusely to the point that none believed she'd live past the birth.
Subsequently she never bore another child. For that she pressed hard into her only daughter the ways of weaving and with time, and much goading, Sigrunn picked up her mother's talents. Though she much preferred her time out with her father and taunting the village boys who refused to spar with her. As she grew of age to marry a few courageous men had stepped up only to be promptly turned away. Sigrunn had no time to be a house wife.
Instead she spent her spare time watching her father and the village men practice hunting and fighting. In the cool mornings as the sun would rise she'd spend her time trying to copy all that she had soaked in. Over time her father had relented and allowed his daughter to take up some more
basic practice in echange she'd help her mother out more.
Other:
Sigrunn has a basic concept of battle and proper sword techniques but has yet to actually put her practice against another human.
