Sigrun, Chieftain of Askr (WOE) [Final]

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Roleplay Type: World of Equestria

Name: Sigrun of Askr

Title: The Silver eyed Queen of the east

Sex: Female

Age: Adult

Species: Caribou

Eye colour: Silver grey

Coat: A dark chocolaty brown, with an even darker shade around her mouth and nose. She has a large patch of white fur that most of her kind have. Her coat is very thick and soft, perfect for keeping her warm in the cold weather

Mane/Tail: While Sigrun does not have a mane, she does have some notable tufts of fur on her head that give the appearance of a short cut mane.

Physique: Sigrun is the picture of Caribou strength. Her body is muscular, leaned, and well trained from years of training and sparring. She has exquisite reflexes and is considerably fast for her noticeable stature. Despite being a powerhouse in most senses of the word, This cow in particular still retains a sort of lithely look to her that most bucks and cows could consider attractive. When on more casual trips she often wears the fur of one of the more dangerous creatures she has slain. Her horns are tall and wide,not as large as a buck's horns but more then good enough to plow through those who oppose her on the fields of Whitescar.

When she Leaves her hold in her homelands she is often seen in the usual warrior armor that protects the chest, neck and hind quarters. She is often seen wearing a helmet that protects her from arrows shot at her when on the field. Even when clad in her armor she still seems keen on wearing her long cloak.

Residence: The grand hall in her clan's growing Territory in the east, a hall of drink and merriment that she has since repurposed and modified into a mighty fortress that so far no other clan's have managed to take from her.

The lands she hails from in whitescar is unique in that it is the only place the Askrwood tree can grow. The lands of her clan are dotted with thermal springs and heavy with magical energy; conditions in which the tall and resilient Askrwood can grow. The strange trees seem to have adapted to their cold homelands in a most curious way; absorbing magic to grow stronger and gain nourishment in addition to nutrients their roots can steal from the soil. Recently many nations have expressed interest in this timber because of it's recent use as inlays for armor...

Occupation: Jarl of the clan Askr, Leads an increasingly large and influential herd in Whitescar.

Cutie Mark: Not applicable... she does however have a tattoo located in the traditional cutie mark spot. She and her sister, Ylva got them emblazoned on them as a sign of their determination to bring their species in the modern world and still keep their culture intact. The Tattoo is of a Tree with a Rune for the letter A.

History:
Many Caribou could say they have lived Sigrun's calfhood... and they would be correct for the most part. Sigrun was born the twin daughter of one of her clan's berserkers. Her father didn't have a special title and neither did their mother, but both were good and loyal warriors to her herd. Sigrun was named quite simply after the thing that the father had experienced that very day before another battle between a rival clan; Victory, her name being an old Caribou word for it. The one more interesting aspect of her life would be her sister, Ylva who seemed to reject some of the more violent ways of the caribou and instead tried to find her own way when she went in exile from refusing to undergo the right of passage. Her sister's action had greatly impacted Sigrun. She had no way to know if she would alone in the frozen wastes or the large world that laid beyond them, she decided to live her live for both herself and for her sister.

Since that day, Sigrun has trained hard and made many contributions to her tribe. Her impressive knowledge and instincts regarding combat and battle having won the clan many battles. Even as an older calf she was able to defeat her father and mother multiple in sparring matches. Her knack for learning combat forms and movements serving her well in mastering melee fights. When she grew into her own as a commander of the forces of the current Jarl she began to truly make a name for herself after she and small group of warriors went to clear out a dragon that had been harassing the Askrs for several months. Not only did Sigrun bring them all back alive, but according to her crew at the following celebration, she had fought the dragon nearly the entirety of the day on her own, with only a few scars to show for it... and the blood of a dragon on her hooves.  The cow also took the remains of his hoard to the clan and with those incredible treasure her hold grew more and more prosperous over time.
 

The inter-clan wars was a turbulent time for Sigrun's clan. Her clan's primary hold was located far to the east in Whitescar, farther from the assistance of their allied clan of Aured than most of it's allies. The Jarl of Askr back then was a strong and powerful bull who was one of the strongest in the land, still fairly far behind Dragonsong but no pushover by any means... and that was why the enemy clans took the opportunity to attack. Without the lead of the Jarl, Askr hold could easily be conquered and the secrets for their incredible crafting of askrwood, magical inlays, and flying longboats could be stolen from the clan... or so they thought. In those days, Clan askr had fewer and fewer warriors  as the need for their trade became more and more necessary. Sigrun was one of the younger and more promising warriors that their clan had and the day the enemy struck she made sure to take charge. While the Jarl was away with his most valued warriors at his side the clan was left incredibly weak with only a few fighters in it's roster. Sigrun was able to inspire the herd in the hold to take action and protect their home in anyway they could, fortify their walls, knock down ladders and anything the civilans could do to help, they did. Every bull, cow, and calve stood tall that day with a weapon in their hoof protecting their home with Sigrun informing the warriors on the best ways to strike at the enemy until the reinforcements came. 

 

For ten days, Askr hold stood unbreached and unbroken until the last day when they enemy managed to finally break down the door to the hold. The young calf was barely as tall as the warriors who stood at her side (with her antlers included) but she fought more ferociously than all of them combined. The fight that went on that day was one worth singing of...  there were many warriors there that day and by the end of the massive battle there stood a teenage calf and several winded older bulls and cows who with Sigrun's leadership managed to hold off any significant casualties until Clan aured arrived and defeated the army. When the Jarl had heard of her deeds he had made his choice as to who should be the next head of clan Askr.

 

 

 

 On the day that Sigrun was to take the Jarl's throne, possibly one of the best days of her life. Something happened that made it -the- happiest day of her life; her sister's return. When she'd seen her sister had finally come home she had to hug her tight enough to leave a bruise... and also to hide her tears of joy from her soon-to-be subjects. Her subjects had wanted to throw her out of the hold but the news that Ylva had brought... as well as the sacred plant that hadn't been seen in years and words of a message from the old gods of the Askr clan; Tuktu and Qualipu. The offering of the sacred plant that was thought of as Qualipu, the Aurora god's mane was determined a more than sufficient settlement for her refusal of the rite of passage. Soon after, Sigrun was crowned as Jarl of the Askr clan and all their lands to the east, with her sister, Ylva being called the clan's religious leader.

Once High-king Dragonsong was crowned, Both Ylva and Sigrun voiced their support for him and his policies. Since the king has been needing all the help he can for the time being against the dissenters she has made helpful contributions to his armies by supplying them with the magical absorbing wood from the trees native to her homeland. She has also attended many meetings involving the highking and the more influential Jarls and has gotten along with Dragonsong of Heil-barn. There have been whisperings of something going on between the king and the Jarl of askr... but Sigrun doesn't entertain such rumors.

 

Recently Sigrun has become somewhat famous across Whitescar as she has begun a campaign in which her clan has been conquering other clans in her territory and being one of the Rebel clan Olin's biggest enemies and challenging opponents. With the incredible progress she has made with uniting the clans under her banner with displays of power guile and showing how dangerous an enemy she can be to them, her clan's land has grown large enough to encompass almost the entirety of Whitescar's far east map with a massive control over the magic absorbing wood. Due to her clan's power and size, many caribou have been calling her "The Silver Eyed Queen of the East".

Character Summary:
Sigrun is many things. A loving sister, Weapons master, Jarl of Askr, Charismatic clan uniter... but first and foremost she believes she must be there for those she cares about; including her warriors, her sister, and the caribou who maintain her growing force in the turbulent region that is Whitescar.

As a result of her environment and culture, Sigrun is an incredibly talented and well trained warrior. Having been trained in the traditional caribou weaponry and seemingly able to learn most forms of combat very quickly, Sigrun is considered by many to be one of the top combatants in the land. Much like the rest of her kind, Sigrun is incredibly strong and resilient to the cold weather and tough conditions of the homeland. Her presence often seems to command a feeling of authority and gives off a sense of charisma that while it may not work on all species or natives of Whitescar, it has contributed greatly in her growing success as a uniter of clans under a new philosophy.

Sigrun and her clan are supporters of the High king and are currently serving him within reason. She has agreed to assist in his dream of bringing his race into a new era, however, she and her sister believe they know the best way to do that is to keep their way of life where their culture values strength but feels that they should make sure their values apply only to their own people in the way they define strength. If the caribou did not wish to be weak compared to the modern world beyond their icy lands and wished not to incur the world's combined wrath if they were to keep to the ancient ways of pillaging and mayhem, Sigrun felt they needed to keep their battles either only between their own kind or offer their strength in return for resources to make their race's live in their harsh lands more bearable. To those caribou who oppose High king Dragonsong's policies of peace with the other races of the world, They have found Jarl Sigrun and her sister to be one of (if not the) largest obstacles in dethroning him.

While Sigrun does genuinely desire peace for her people, She does stick fervently to the ideals valuing strength and exiling those who cannot contribute to her clan. She is considerably more merciful than most of her oposing jarls in that she will often give those caribou who often don't measure up to the usual warlike ways of old a chance to find something they excel at and prove it to her that it can be useful to those under her care. While she is intently loyal to the king, she is aware that one day he may be unseated and is determined that if that is the case; she will be the one to take the throne back and restore his ideals and is not opposed to the idea of becoming a high queen someday should the worst happen.

The things she cares about in her life would likely include her sister at the top. She and Ylva have been inseparable since their birth, the only time them having been separated having been because Ylva decided not to participate in the right of passage for her clan and left. Eventually the two were reunited when they were older with Ylva telling tales of the land of Equestria and the ponies who lived there. Since then Sigrun has held a fascination with the equine and the status of their country, hoping one day to elevate her own people to such a status.

Sigrun is the more aggressive sister, her sister being the calmer and more gentle of the two while still being a powerful creature in her own right. The Jarl of Askr however has been more at home on battlefields and raids between rival clans. Having been trained and taught the way of life for her kind in the olden days she appitomizes the potential of most young caribou who stay true to the old ways, helping her gain a following as her sister shows a similar yet opposite side of the coin. Most of the time Sigrun can be seen training her body, speaking to her warriors and citizens of her holds, or sparring with the new recruits. On other occasions she has often left her hold to attend some diplomatic meetings with the other Jarls.

Things the Jarl of Askr dislikes would include pointless bloodshed at the top. While she still feels conflict and fighting are indeed necessary for growth, taking lives needlessly sits very wrong with her. Another thing she despises would be betrayal amongst her ranks. When she found a spy for a rival caribou clan who had cost her a large territory she sent him back home, but only after removing his horns.


Around other's of her species, Sigrun keeps up a demeanor of strength and cunning at all times. The only one she tends to drop it around would be her sisters or high ranking advisors whom it would be pointless to hide her natural demeanor from. When around trusted allies, she still gives off a feeling of strength but she is considerably more kind and likely to joke. She still joins in the celebratory merrymaking in the great hall of her castle when her warriors return from battle. Some say she parties far too hard and can leave her bulls and cows three times as exhausted compared to when they originally came back.

While on the battlefields, Sigrun could be considered a strategical genius and fighter to be feared should she set hoof on the wargrounds, she is hardly the best when it comes to social interactions with non-members of her species. She will stil seek them out and improve them as her sister has convinced her a sharp tongue and clever words can be just as dangerous and effective as any sword. Another thing she has issues with is subtlety, if she talks with someone she will usually bluntly state what she means or desires from them, sometimes forgetting to say hello. Another issue she faces is a strange physical affliction she has yet to discover she possesses. Since she has lived all of her life amongst the harsh, snowy lands of Whitescar... her nose has yet to effeciently grasp or enjoy the smell or the reproductive method of spring flowers; should she enter any foreign land during spring you can bet that her sister will be comforting her as she sneezes her head off.

The thing that terrifies Sigrun most of all is the prospect of failing her clan and/or failing her sister. She has also developed a theory based on her sisters tales of equestria. The tales of the windigoes and their dissapearance has made her wonder if they may somehow be –or have been-- cursing Whitescar and fanning the flames of conflicts between the clans.

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