Independent Sigurn Faldur

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Spoiler: Character Theme

Sigurn Faldur

AGE
► 24
SPECIES
► Human
HEIGHT
► 5'9"
WEIGHT
► 130 lbs
EYE COLOR
► Hazel
HAIR COLOR
► Brown
BIRTHPLACE
► Taskeed
ETHNICITY
► Deucalian
GENDER
► Female
FACTION
► Independent
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No
STATUS
► Alive

B I O G R A P H Y

Sigurn.
It drew breath, but like the wind it drew it away.
There was strength in that name, her mother had said, a bold heart, an iron will, for the name was Deucalic.

Sigurn, the Deucalian, one of the few that remained.
The girl grew up the Deucalian way, grew up with the blade.
The Deucalians were forged by their gods to be the greatest warriors in the galaxy and they gave their lives for battle.
But not all.

Sigurn grew up with the sword and the axe, but with songs and stories too.
They told of a world so cold and cruel, but hard places bred hard men and women.
Runes painted the conquests of stars, carvings told of the Deucalians who sailed to them.
Yet, where were the Deucalians now?

Sigurn asked herself that question when she was stolen from her home and sold so as to serve.
Taskeed was a world like others, but harder, colder, crueler.
The mountains were raised that way, but some places were built for slaves.

In the dark, Sigurn questioned the point of it all, of that Deucalian way, and all but gave it up.
She removed the face paint, traded Víkingr Armor for Factory Uniform, became just another servant, just another soul.

Then Sigurn earned her freedom, the Deucalian way, and she won herself a ship.
The stars were out there...were the Deucalians?
What were they saying? What did they sing?

Faldur.
"Find them, Sigurn!"
Mother had commanded daughter before being taken away.
"Find them in the stars!"

But Sigurn is lost, and so are the gods.
And, if the gods are lost, how will the Deucalians ever find their way?

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Raised to relish the hard life, that bittersweet conquest of survival, it did not take long for Sigurn Faldur to learn the way.

Many mothers hugged. Many struck.
Sigurn's gripped the fist. Squeezed the shoulder.
Love, a Deucalian might say, was the rock that guarded the heart, and both mother and daughter lived it.

Yet, life as a slave was so much harder, and there was no love, only rock—that brutal, biting rock.
It made her strong, made her weak, filled her with survival, left her life empty.

Sigurn is reserved, unsure, but not afraid.
In the present, she discovers that she is a bird in an unknown sky, and her wings have barely spread
Sigurn knows, though, that the future has a voice, and the past is an echo.

E Q U I P M E N T

-> Echo [Y-9 Trader Light Freighter]
-> Glie-44 Blaster Pistol

A B I L I T I E S

-> Theft [Pickpocketing]

T H R E A D S

1. The Space Between [COMPLETE]
2. The Deucalian [ACTIVE]
3. Into the Depths [ABANDONED]