Sigvard "Sig" Eriksson
Jun 24, 2018 16:27:03 GMT
Post by Sigvard Eriksson on Jun 24, 2018 16:27:03 GMT
Name: Sigvard Eriksson
Nicknames: Sig, Pretty Boy
Birthday: October 3rd; 19 yo
Class Year: Senior+
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Personality:
Sigvard is what one would call: a heartthrob. Confident, witty, he enjoys the attention of others and thrives in most social circles: he will remember your favourite band, your favourite food, he will pay attention to the smallest details in your conversations with him, he will be the nicest guy you've ever met! Oh, not because he really wants to make friends but because he could use that information later. He is observant, patient but has showed some harsh and cold behaviour at time, even violent as some could say but never without reason. He never acts until he has to and has all the information he needed.
“If you want to survive, you have to know every possibility and outcomes”. That's the motto his mother gave to him, and he never forgot it.
“If you want to survive, you have to know every possibility and outcomes”. That's the motto his mother gave to him, and he never forgot it.
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• Height: 6'2" ( 189,5~ cm)
• Hair Color: Dark red (dyed)
• Eye Color: Light blue
Extras:
• Scars:
- an almost faded one on his left cheek,
- one in the middle of his back,
- small ones on his knuckles and knees
- a Vegvisir tattoo on his right inner forearm,
- a half-sleeve of runes tattooed on the left arm (realised by his mother, who has the same).
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Backstory:
Sigvard, or Sig as most people tend to remember him, grew up in Sweden with his mother and father until the latter decided to suddenly disappear one morning. No letter, no note. Just a mess in the living room and a few clothes missing. No tears were shed, just a look exchanged between mother and son as they reached an understanding together and started anew. He was 8.
Life went on, he grew up. His mother took job after job, determined to give her only child a good life no matter what. He would deliver newspaper on his side then slip the money in his mother's wallet. They had each other's back and that was what mattered. Still, sometimes, life was a bit tough: the landlord asking a higher rent, his mother smoking in the dark of the night, him wandering in the streets of the town at night... But they always found a way. They were survivors. It was in their blood. That's what his mother always said when they hugged each other tightly on the old couch of the house, both feeling sadder than usual and needing reassurance.
But suddenly, life started to get better. One summer, his mother met a very nice American: a woman with the sun in her smile, that was kind and gentle and oh so loving. The calm to the storm that raged in his mother's mind and his heart. She was a tourist that decided that their small town had a certain charm, a little something that made her stay. His mother started to smile more and more, he started to feel happier than he had been in a while. For years, he only knew the love of his mother and her his. Now, there was someone who loved them both. The American, Helen, extended her stay in Sweden. His mother fell in love. He had two moms who loved him more than anything. It was perfect.
So when Helen asked them to come with her to America, they did not hesitate: she was family, and you stay with family. So they went and it was a dream come true. Sometimes, it was harsh: a foreign kid raised by two moms? He learned quickly when to throw punches, when to back down, when to attack, how to make people love him.
Still, teachers loved him: a brilliant student, a curious mind and a maturity rare in boys his age... He integrated Maverick High rather easily and he quickly adapted to his new environment: made acquaintances there and there, made friends, joined a few clubs before settling on the drama club. Lots of interesting people there, a place to calm down and empty his mind, what could be better?
Life went on, he grew up. His mother took job after job, determined to give her only child a good life no matter what. He would deliver newspaper on his side then slip the money in his mother's wallet. They had each other's back and that was what mattered. Still, sometimes, life was a bit tough: the landlord asking a higher rent, his mother smoking in the dark of the night, him wandering in the streets of the town at night... But they always found a way. They were survivors. It was in their blood. That's what his mother always said when they hugged each other tightly on the old couch of the house, both feeling sadder than usual and needing reassurance.
But suddenly, life started to get better. One summer, his mother met a very nice American: a woman with the sun in her smile, that was kind and gentle and oh so loving. The calm to the storm that raged in his mother's mind and his heart. She was a tourist that decided that their small town had a certain charm, a little something that made her stay. His mother started to smile more and more, he started to feel happier than he had been in a while. For years, he only knew the love of his mother and her his. Now, there was someone who loved them both. The American, Helen, extended her stay in Sweden. His mother fell in love. He had two moms who loved him more than anything. It was perfect.
So when Helen asked them to come with her to America, they did not hesitate: she was family, and you stay with family. So they went and it was a dream come true. Sometimes, it was harsh: a foreign kid raised by two moms? He learned quickly when to throw punches, when to back down, when to attack, how to make people love him.
Still, teachers loved him: a brilliant student, a curious mind and a maturity rare in boys his age... He integrated Maverick High rather easily and he quickly adapted to his new environment: made acquaintances there and there, made friends, joined a few clubs before settling on the drama club. Lots of interesting people there, a place to calm down and empty his mind, what could be better?
It was Veronica Kishi, the head of the theatre department that managed to convince him and show him what he could be in her club. He learned how music made his blood pound in his veins, how he could use his body to describe emotions and mostly, how much dance was made for him. How sultry one move could make him look, how a change in posture could change a whole routine, that he could be seductive and angelic with a few changes in his expression and movements... He became addicted to this feeling, and stayed since then.
He is one of the oldest member of the club, the one that everyone know and who knows everyone. Veronica liked to push him harder and harder, exploring his potential and helping other reaching theirs. After three years, dancing and acting are just his domains.
But everything changed when her divorce made her a whole new person. No more smiles and easy jokes shared between him and his mentor, but more and more expectations, stress and expectations. Was he sad? Yes. But he stayed, because who would divert her from giving harsh directive to the other dancers? He stayed, smiled while his knuckles turned white from the clench of his fists.