Player Name/Alias: Emmerson
Character Name: Siggeir
Character Species: Anthro
If Anthro, what sub-species? (Put N/A if Human): Wolf
Character Sex: Male
Character Age: 24
Height / Weight: 6'1" / 185
Physical Description: Siggeir (Pronounced see-Gair)is just over 185 cm tall, and about 85 kg heavy. Years of hard work has kept his body in top shape, and has always been known for his strong legs. (He's quite a fast runner) Being of a family of gray wolves, Siggeir's fur is a solid dark silver, with a single patch of white on his left palm. His deep green eyes often seem sad, but his personality never quite re-affirms that notion. Often seen wearing light tan khaki pants, and an emerald green vest, Siggeir never wears any jewelery, but his ears are pierced from a younger age when a human girl wanted to see what he would look like with earrings. "We as beasts deserve so much less than what the humans have so graciously given us, and if one wants me to do something, who am I to argue?"
Background: Siggeir was born and raised in Lower Alkesh, the only child of Alter and Reis Noxford. His grandparents being slaves to the Emmerson family, he has from a very young age had very certain ideals instilled in him, mostly pertaining to the effect of anthro's being of a lower class than the humans. Siggeir never felt like he was missing out on anything, and wears his collar proudly, all as if to say, "Man has always been, and ever shall be greater than us beasts." When he reached an age of about sixteen, Siggeir began to grow an interest in the ways of ancient warfare, and began saving money to aquire an ancient sword. It was another six years before he had managed to save enough to finally buy one, and he almost got himself in big trouble because of it. Needless to say, the sword stays hidden away at his home, and only comes out on rare occasions so that Siggeir can admire his hard work. To this day, he has had little to no training with it, and even then it was only self taught.
Personality: Again, Siggeir has had his beliefs instilled in him for so long, that he feels that any day he is allowed to be in the presence of a human is a day to remember. His grandparents were slaves to the Emmerson family, and their way of life continued down the line even though slavery itself is no longer the norm. Very soft-spoken, and very caring, Siggeir would stop at nothing to help someone in need, perhaps even to a fault. His friendly demeanor give way to obedience when he is around humans, however, earning him a slightly better look in their eyes, at the cost of a soiled one among his own kind. "I would never even so much as think about what our world would be like without the humans... The thought is too painful to bear..."
Weapons / Equipment: Siggeir tends to travel on foot, as anything more than that takes up more space than he feels that he deserves, however he does own a rusty bicycle for long trips into the heart of the city. He carries a black sidebag for carrying notepads and other necessities, and wears a rusty gold pocket watch that his grandfather passed down to him. The only other possession of note to Siggeir is his broadsword that he keeps hidden away at his home. (I'll make sure to describe it better if he ever takes it out)
