Post by frostatios on Aug 25, 2013 13:23:19 GMT -5
Character Name: Sigmun Frenkin
Nickname(s): None
Race: Breton
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Birthplace: Bliss, New Sheoth
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Height: 5ft 9"
Weight: 9 stone 2 pounds
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Fairly loose and messy, and at the back it is shoulder length. It is long enough to get in his eyes at the front, and because Sigmund has never washed his hair in his life, it hangs in clumps. The fact that he never washes is not helped by his frequent sweating caused by pushing himself too hard with magic. His hair held together by his hat.
Facial Hair: None, when he remembers to shave. It can vary between none and full-on beard.
Skin Color: Pale white.
Build: Slight and fairly skinny.
Distinguishing Features: He has a child's toy made out of a ram's skull on his right hand. Overall, most women would think that Sigmund was highly attractive but they don't because of his strange taste in clothing and the fact that he is mad and stinks.
Profession: Doesn't really have one, although what he mainly gets his small amount of money from is soul trapping creatures and selling the soul gems, but if he ever has excess ingredients from scavenging he will cook food and sell it, that sort of thing. I guess you could call him an opportunist scavenger.
Skills: He is currently an adept at conjuration, an apprentice at destruction, an apprentice at one-handed, and an adept at restoration.
Magic: Summon scamp, Summon Skeleton, Summon Dremora, Bound Sword, Bound Lonsword. Frostbite, Ice Spike. Fast Healing, Healing Hands, Healing, Close Wounds. The more powerful spells in this list are used much less frequently due to their heavy cost on magicka. This list is constantly expanding as Sigmund is always pushing himself to his limits and learning new spells.
Training: His mum taught him how to read so he could learn from tomes.
Other Abilities: He can cook fairly well, can sing like a castrato, even though his testicles are fully intact and is a superb ventriloquist.
Apparel: A plain, once green shirt that, like Sigmund, has never been washed in its life. He wears brown trousers that are similar in misuse to the shirt. He wears no shoes. On his shoulders, he wears a kind of dirty, ridiculously undersized sheepskin cloak, given to him by his father, who claimed that it was enchanted although it isn't. On his right hand is a child's puppet made out of an old ram's skull. It is basically just a ram's skull which has the jaw attached by some cloth. This too was given to him by his father.
Weaponry: A bound sword and his magic.
Other Equipment: A large pot and a tinderbox.
Companions: Only the things he summons. So far, he has Skimp the Scamp, Scally the Skeleton, Drake the Dremora, and finally,his oldest companion, Ewey, the puppet on his right hand.
Affiliation: Mania
Religious Belief: Worships Sheogorath, obviously.
Sexual Preference: Hetrosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sigmund is, by all means, mad. He talks out of the puppet on his right hand in a voice so high that most men can't reach the note. He is a fairly nice person, and will protect those he cares for, but as of yet he does not care for anyone. People either find his madness amusing or scary, and if you find it funny he is a great person to be around.
Sigmund's history starts, strangely, with his father. Sigmund's father was not born in the Shivering Isles, but was in fact a lowly shepherd in High Rock. He was brought to the Shivering Isles by Sheogorath, as he was deemed very interesting indeed. I'm not going to go into depth about why he was brought into the Shivering Isles, but I can tell you that it involved burning down an entire town by setting alight to his flock and marching them through the town. When he arrived in the Shivering Isles, he didn't have to go through the Fringe and make his way past the Gatekeeper, as he was a guest of Sheogorath's. Instead, he was transported straight to the palace in New Sheoth, where Sheogorath greeted him, complimented him on his originality, threatened to kill him, then handed him some cheese and sent him on his way.
So there Sigmund's father was; cold, alone, with no money, and surrounded by highly attractive Golden Saints, as Sheogorath had chosen the land of Mania to be the most fitting. Naturally, the first thing he did was curl up into a ball and sleep. When he awoke he seized the day by going back to sleep again. He only broke this cycle of sleeping because he grew too hungry to sleep, at which point he realised he had no money. After that sleep did not come so easily. He had to get food in a way that cost no money, and the only way he could do this was to scavenge for food in the wilds, a place that he was familiar with back home, but had no idea where to begin in Mania. Luckily for him, however,while he was attempting to scavenge, he happened across a not entirely unattractive Breton lady to whom he embarrassingly began to plead for help. Amazingly, she helped him, had a house in Bliss, and found him very good looking, and she had a modest income which she made on scavennging and soul trapping, a proffesion Sigmund would later take up. There was quite a large down side, though, in the fact that she was, like most residents of the Shivering Isles, completely insane. However, she was Sigmund's father's only hope of survival, and thus he stuck with her. Over time he warmed to her, and eventually they were married and had two children, Sigmund and his brother Fredrick, who for the purposes of this history does not exist.
Sigmund grew up around people who were mad, but in fact considered them normal, and thought that his dad, the least insane was weird. It isn't surprising, then, that Sigmund grew up mad. He wasn't all-out mad though, he just deludes himself into thinking certain things are true, no matter the evidence against it being pointed out to him, such as his brother, who Sigmund didn't believe existed after the age of five. He definitely took after his mother in both looks and mental state. His brother took more after his father, but lets not talk about him, because he doesn't exist. Sigmund's early history was fairly uneventful, except that he learned how to summon a tiny flame at the age of six and set fire to part of his house in New Sheoth.
When Sigmund was eight, his father gave him two gifts, his cloak (which at the time was perfectly sized), and his ram's head puppet. He instantly loved the puppet and shoved it on his hand, only for it to get stuck. Right there and then, he decided that the puppet had claimed his soul, was named Ewey, and could talk. From then on, he believed that he could only speak through the aid of the puppet, despite loudly cursing whenever he stubs his toes, and that he can't ever take the puppet off. He was terrible at ventriloquism, but that improved over time. His mother went along with his son's beliefs, thinking that her son was now cursed, wheras his father quite rightly believed it was a load of rubbish. Fairly soon after that Sigmund's dad was expelled from New Sheoth and placed in the Fringe as he was "uninteresting".
When Sigmund was twelve, he began to be fascinated by the magical arts, and he practiced magic most of the day. It was during this time that he began summoning. It started when he was meditating on magic, and he began to feel some sort of door within his reach. He opened the door, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a scamp sniffing at his armpits. As Sigmund didn't have many friends, he instantly loved the creature, naming it Skimp and giving it its own personality. Naturally, he was heart broken when the creature disappeared. For the rest of the day, he tried to re-open the door, but he couldn't reach it, as if he was too tired to reach out and open the door. The next day, however, his energy was full, and he could easily open the door, but when Skimp vanished again he couldn't reach. Every day, though, he would get a little bit closer to opening the door a second time, until he could just about reach, and he opened it again. Unfortunately he was not able to enjoy the results of his work as he passed out. He awoke caked in sweat, but excited. This is how Sigmund spent his days he was 15, where his mother bought him a book, named "Soul Trap". He read the book and did what the book told him, and he realised he could cast another spell. His mother then brought him out scavenging and soul trapping, and Sigmund arrived home exhausted but happy. He had never been on one of the scavenges and he had always wanted to. He began to go out every day with his mother, and she would give him a share of the profits. She also taught him how to cook and make money out of lots of things in the wild. With his money, Sigmund would go to the local book shop and buy more of these spell books, making new friends such as Scally the Skeleton, but he didn't specialise in Conjuration, but also learned how to heal people and how to shoot spikes of ice threw their stomachs.
Eventually, Sigmund was strong enough to go out on these scavenges by himself, and he was allowed to keep all of the money he made (though he was unaware his mother still took part of it). This is how life went until he was 21. He was out on a fairly unsuccessful daily scavenge. He was bored, and was staring up at his newest pal, Drake the Dremora and had been doing so for the last half an hour. It was a dull, overcast day, and nothing was happening. To re-inforce how boring it was, Ewey turned to Sigmund and said "I'm bored". Sigmund nodded to agree. Ewey turned away. Drake looked bored too, but he always looked bored. In a huff, Sigmund sat down. He scratched his arse for the fifth time in a minute. The boredom got so intense that Sigmund had to sit down. Drake disappeared, and Sigmund was sad because he didn't have enough energy to conjure him up again. Suddenly, something very not boring happened. A massive fuckin' portal exploded into being a few feet away from Sigmund. He stood up and scratched his head. He hadn't expected this to happen, and was quite surprised when he did. Ewey looked at him, and they both knew that the best thing to do was to stick their heads through the portal. They did so, and found three spotty teenage mages huddled together in a small room looking at him and Ewey. "Hello!" said Ewey. "Sigmund says hello too, but he can't speak." The mages looked at the pair, unsure how to react to what was happening. Gingerly, Sigmund stepped through the portal, and a few seconds afterwards, it closed.
"Who are you?" Said a slightly less spotty mage after some time.
"Well,I'm Ewey, and this is Sigmund", Said Ewey, and he gestured to Sigmund.
"And what land do you come from?" Said another of the mages.
"Ah, we're from Mania. Where are you from?" Replied Ewey.
"We're from Cyrodiil." Said the first mage. The third mage collapsed, and the second mage went to see to him.
"Neither me nor Sigmund have ever heard of Cyrodiil, is it in Dementia? Sigmund doesn't scavenge in Dementia much, it's too dark, so we don't know it too well." The mage seemed fairly uncomfortable talking to a puppet.
"Erm, I don't know where Dementia or Mania are." Replied the mage.
"John, come here." The second mage said to the first. John went over to the second mage. "I think he has passed out."
"Of course he has passed out." Said John, "He is the weakest of us, and it takes a lot of energy to open a portal to another world, I feel a bit-"
"Excuse me", said Ewey, "I couldn't help hearing that you opened a portal to another world. What world are talking about exactly?"
"Yours" said the second mage.
"Just clarifying, we are in the Shivering Isles, aren't we?"
"The what? No, you're in Tamriel. And you stink by the way." The second mage replied. All the blood drained out of Sigmund's face. He had never been insulted before. The stuff about the other world was scary too. He ran to the door and ripped it open. He found himself standing in a sunny field full of these weird trees.
"Well shit" said Sigmund.
