Sigurd Valason (SEE-gurd)

Sigurd Valason

Born to Vala, a fierce human warrior, and an orc father he never met, Sigurd’s life was shaped by secrets and survival. His mother, fleeing an unknown threat, left behind her husband and son Uhtred, unaware she was carrying another child. She took refuge in a human city in Jou’lunn, a place where half-orcs were barely tolerated, forcing Sigurd to fight for his place in the world from the moment he could walk.
Where Vala was a warrior, Sigurd became a survivor. Raised on the streets, he learned to think fast, talk faster, and fight when necessary. He sharpened his wits as much as his fists, using charm and cunning to navigate a world that never fully accepted him. Though he inherited his mother’s combat skills, he learned that strength alone wouldn’t keep him alive—it was adaptability that would.
Unlike many half-orcs who struggle with their dual heritage, Sigurd embraced his mixed blood. He used his orcish resilience and human cleverness to his advantage, slipping between worlds with ease. He wasn’t just a fighter—he was a schemer, a charmer, and a man who could talk his way out of (or into) anything.
Despite his hardened exterior, he always held a deep loyalty to his mother, the one person who truly saw his worth. But the streets weren’t kind, and life had no mercy. When tragedy struck, Sigurd was forced to move on alone, carrying the lessons of survival his mother had taught him.
Now, he walks the world as a man who plays by no one’s rules but his own. Some see him as a rogue, a trickster, an unreliable wildcard—but those who truly know him understand that every move he makes is deliberate. Beneath the easy smirk and quick wit, he’s always calculating, always one step ahead.
He doesn’t fight for glory, for honor, or for revenge. He fights to survive. And so far? He’s damn good at it.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Sigurd is lean, athletic, and built for speed over brute strength. Standing at 6’2” and 200 lbs, he has a balanced, powerful frame, but his real strength lies in his agility, reflexes, and endurance. Years on the streets have made him quick, adaptable, and impossible to pin down.
His stamina is exceptional, allowing him to push through exhaustion when others would falter. Though he’s stronger than he looks, he relies on technique and speed rather than sheer power. His pain tolerance is high, but he’s smart enough to avoid unnecessary injuries.
Scars mark his hands and body, reminders of a life spent fighting, climbing, and surviving. He carries himself with relaxed confidence, always aware, always calculating, always ready to move. His body is a weapon—not one built for domination, but for endurance, escape, and survival.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Sigurd was born into a world that never wanted him. His mother, Vala, fled her old life when she discovered she was being hunted, unknowingly carrying him in her womb. She left behind her husband and son, Uhtred, disappearing into a human city in Jou’lunn, where she thought she could hide.
It wasn’t an easy place to raise a half-orc child. Jou’lunn had little love for his kind, and Sigurd learned early that he had to fight for his place in the world. His mother, a warrior at heart, trained him to defend himself, but brute strength wasn’t enough to survive the streets. Sigurd learned to adapt. Where Vala wielded a sword, he wielded wit, cunning, and charm. He became a street survivor, a quick thinker, and a faster talker, slipping through the cracks of a city that barely tolerated his existence.

Survivor, Not Soldier

Unlike his mother, Sigurd never saw honor in battle. He saw it for what it was—a game where the strong lived, and the weak were forgotten. If he was going to survive, he wasn’t going to do it bleeding on some battlefield for a cause that meant nothing to him. He learned to fight only when necessary and to win before the first strike was even thrown.
Where others saw a scrappy half-orc with no future, Sigurd saw opportunities. He became a runner, a messenger, a dealer in favors and information. He knew which merchants were worth trusting, which guards could be bribed, and which alleyways led to escape.
Through it all, Vala remained his anchor. She was the one person who saw his worth beyond what others expected of him. He never needed to prove himself to her—she knew he was more than just a street rat or a fighter.
But the streets are never kind, and fate never forgets its debts.
When tragedy struck, Sigurd was forced to leave behind the only home he had ever known. The details are something he doesn’t talk about, not even to those who manage to get close to him. All that matters is that he had no reason to stay.
With nothing but the skills he’d honed in the shadows, Sigurd set off on his own. He learned quickly that loyalty is a currency, trust is a gamble, and a quick wit is worth more than a blade in the dark. He became a man who knew how to play the game—how to talk, how to fight, how to disappear when needed.

Sexuality

Sigurd is pansexual, drawn to confidence, wit, and chemistry rather than specific genders or races. He enjoys the game of attraction, whether through flirtation, shared banter, or something more physical.
He values independence and mutual respect, preferring partners who can match his sharp tongue and quick mind. While he often presents himself as carefree and unattached, he is capable of deep loyalty—but trust is earned, not given.
Though he enjoys casual encounters, true emotional closeness is rare. For Sigurd, intimacy is not just about desire—it’s about survival. Those who manage to break through his guarded nature will find someone who is fiercely devoted, even if he won’t always admit it outright.

Education

Sigurd’s education wasn’t formal, but he’s far from uneducated—he just learned his lessons on the streets instead of in a classroom.

• Combat Training: Taught by his mother, Vala, who ensured he could fight with both brute force and precision. He learned a mix of brawling, knife fighting, and swordplay, but unlike warriors who rely on honor, Sigurd fights dirty, fast, and to win.
• Street Smarts: Grew up navigating the back alleys of Jou’lunn, learning the unwritten rules of survival. He knows how to read people, spot deception, and use words as weapons.
• Multilingual: Picked up multiple languages from his years dealing with merchants, travelers, and criminals. He speaks Common, Orcish, and Jou’lunni dialects, as well as enough of other languages to get by when needed.
• Thievery & Lockpicking: Learned the art of slipping in and out of places unnoticed—not a master thief, but skilled enough to pick locks, lift coins, and disappear when necessary.
• Tactical Thinking: Not a scholar, but incredibly sharp and adaptable—he knows how to analyze a situation, anticipate danger, and plan several steps ahead.
• Basic Alchemy & Medicine: Learned basic first aid and rudimentary poisons from street healers and alchemists—just enough to patch himself up or make sure someone else doesn’t get back up.

Sigurd may lack formal education, but he is dangerously intelligent, resourceful, and always thinking ahead. He doesn’t need books to survive—he just needs his mind, his instincts, and a way out.

Intellectual Characteristics

Sigurd is highly intelligent, but in a practical, street-smart way rather than an academic one. He is a fast thinker, quick to adapt, and always calculating the odds in any given situation. His sharp wit and natural charisma make him an expert at reading people, knowing exactly what to say to gain the upper hand.
He thrives in chaotic, unpredictable environments, where his ability to improvise and manipulate keeps him ahead of the game. He understands the value of information and knows how to twist the truth without outright lying. While he can be impulsive, his risks are always calculated, never reckless.
Though he lacks formal education, he picks up new skills quickly, learning by experience rather than instruction. His mind is tactical and analytical, always working two steps ahead. Sigurd doesn’t waste time on abstract philosophy—to him, intelligence is about survival, knowing when to fight, when to run, and when to smile while slipping a dagger between someone’s ribs.

The world doesn’t owe you a damn thing. You take what you can, you give what you must, and you survive. Everything else? Just noise.

— Sigurd Valason

Current Location

South Arandor

Species

Half-Orc

Date of Birth

Harwane 18

Year of Birth

480 HE 22 Years old

Parents

Halvor Gharthak Graz

Vala Kor'Tar

Pronouns

He/him

Sex

Male

Gender

Man

Presentation

Masculine

Eyes

Amber, sharp and always watching, full of mischief and calculation.

Hair

Dark brown, nearly black, with a natural wave. He keeps it short but tousled, giving him a roguish, effortless charm.

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Olive-toned green, a blend of his orcish heritage and human lineage.

Height

6’2”

Weight

200 lbs