Sigfrid Toft Intermediate Vampire
Basic Information
Name Sigfrid Toft
Pronouns She/Her
Age 1347
Birthday November 16
Height 5'6
Eyes Blue
Face Claim Katheryn Winnick
Locations
Residence Location Reignhart
Occupation Historical Fiction Author
Vehicle Red 2018 Chevy Corvette Stingray
Allegiance
Group Tanchōzuru Rising Clutch
Vampire Stats
Age turned 40
Supernatural Eye Color Purple
First Ability Telepathy
Second Ability None
Power/Animal Description

Telepathy: Sigfrid has the ability to hear the thoughts of those around her, often using this ability to her advantage. She can only hear the thoughts of those in the same room, or if the room is large/crowded, those that are directly around her. The thoughts she can distinguish are only those that are the forefront of others mind, nothing on a more subconscious level. If she concentrates hard, she is able to push her limit of a single room just a few feet further but it leaves her powerless until her next dead sleep. She also has the ability to speak to those around her with mind only, but is limited to a max of two both having to hear the same message that she is carrying. If she pushes for more, then she will, again, be without a power until her next dead sleep with the possibility no messages go through.

Animal Form: Barn Owl

Psychic Stats
Age turned 40
Supernatural Eye Color Purple
First Ability Telepathy
Second Ability None
Third Ability None
Power Description

Telepathy: Sigfrid has the ability to hear the thoughts of those around her, often using this ability to her advantage. She can only hear the thoughts of those in the same room, or if the room is large/crowded, those that are directly around her. The thoughts she can distinguish are only those that are the forefront of others mind, nothing on a more subconscious level. If she concentrates hard, she is able to push her limit of a single room just a few feet further but it leaves her powerless until her next dead sleep. She also has the ability to speak to those around her with mind only, but is limited to a max of two both having to hear the same message that she is carrying. If she pushes for more, then she will, again, be without a power until her next dead sleep with the possibility no messages go through.

Animal Form: Barn Owl

Were Stats
Age turned 40
Supernatural Eye Color Purple
Animal Appearance
Appearance
  • Stoic
  • Neat
  • Well-Kept
  • Enjoys the finer things
  • Personality
  • Observant
  • Cold
  • Strong-willed
  • Vengeful
  • Calculating
  • Distrusting
  • History
  • Born in Sweden during early year of 0674 as the only daughter to the Chieftans right hand, Sigfrid had never been left wanting. This did not mean that she was coddled, for if anyone did try it, they were in for a rude awakening. Sharp as a thorn, quick as a hare, tongue made of silver; Sigfrid would let no one stand in her way of what she wanted. Not a doting mother, nor a sideways glance from those that refused to see her as more than anything as a pretty face and an important name.
  • She made a name for herself, and at the youthful age of fifteen, Sigfrid found that she had many suitors from men that thought they could 'tame' her fiery spirit. She would take none of them however, despite the gossip from other women in the clan.
  • Age eighteen, the Chieftan she had grown with fell ill and died his son, Arne took the lead. Once again he would seek for Sigfrids hand, a surprise to all, even Sigfrid when she did not refuse his courtship.
  • Most assumed it was for the fact that he now had power, but in Sigfrids eyes, it was simply because the other never tried to 'tame' her, to restrict her from speaking both her mind, nor from sharpening her blades. And as much as she swore against it, Sigfrid had fallen in love with the bear.
  • She had been promised a good life, with power, children, land and food. Happiness, something she had until the age of twenty three when a young boy arrived into their camp. Half starved, a member of an opposing clan and lead by Arnes brother, Sigurd, the boy came to “make peace” between the two brothers. A ploy, a scapegoat for war, that was all the child was, and that was what she had screamed to Arne as he pierced the boys heart.
  • Arne had not listened, and because of that, he had doomed them all. For what Sigurds clan lacked in strength, they made up in numbers. Manifesting the next morning, as if from thin air, they came upon the clan.
  • First were her parents; her poor father had done what he could to keep her mother safe, but they were gone in a flurry of six to two. Next, one of her brothers, and a sister of Arnes.
  • They fought hard; herself, Aner, Ove, Ylva and Aarne, but by nigth fall, they had been forced to the very brink of their land. By some stroke of luck, however, Sigurd decided to stop his attacks.
  • This was done upon a few conditions, one that Arne would leave and never return, to surrender the land and those that had survived including Sigfrid. Arne yielding, and just like that Sigfrids good life was plucked away from her.
  • This was far from the end of it however, Sigurd quick to claim Sigfrid as his own, her remaining brothers standing idly by as her forced himself upon her, too cowardly to defend the one thing she had left. Her dignity.
  • Years came and went, and she was forced to bare his children, forced to look upon the beings she had created, and felt no lover for. Forced to keep her head down, and mouth closed. Everything stolen away from her as a deep hatred burned in her very soul.
  • It was when she reached the age of thirty that Sigfrid began developing a certain gift, a gift that would aide in her escape. The ability to read the minds around her, an ability that required focus, but came in handy.
  • Developing this ability, and growing stronger, at the age of thirty two, Sigfrid would find her chance to escape. The typical guards of the camp at a lower number than usual, and Sigurd sound asleep, she slit his throat and fled.
  • Free from her binds, there was only one thing that fueled Sigfrid now, hatred and she would carry that hatred for for the next few years, tracking down the man that had been the cause of everything. The one that had left her to crumble, too cowardly to stand and fight when it mattered the most. Arne.
  • Age forty, she found him. He fought hard, but would fall at her hands, but not without striking a fatal wound to her as well. Content with her revenge, she was prepared to die, willing for it even, but fate had other plans.
  • As she lay there bleeding, a man would come to her, offering her something that she could never of dreamed of. Immortality, and something she took with open and ready hands.
  • Newly born, Sigfrid would use her new strength and speed to exact revenge upon the clan that plagued her mind. It had only been a dream before, but now, she could make it a reality. Returning back home, Sigfrid would lay in wait within a hut in the nearby woods, only leaving when she planned to kill.
  • It began with her brothers, and then their wives, their children. Slowly, she would pick them off, one or two every month or so, just enough to allow the clan little relief from their constant fear. The name Sigfrid becoming a simple whisper in the wind that was only uttered when yet another went missing from a hunt, or from their beds at night.
  • She would drag this out for ten years, when there was no longer anyone left, no child or elderly spared from her wrath. Only satisfied when not a single soul would recall her pathetic figure beside the man named Sigurd.
  • It was when her mind was free of burden that Sigfrid realized that she was quite ignorant of her new life, other than the basics that Balder had taught her before her disappearance. Returning to Iceland, where she had first been changed, Sigfrid tracked down the man who had changed her.
  • It was in these next sixty years that she would remain with him, learning of their power and becoming more adept at using her own ability that she had been granted. Pushing her mind to accept the thoughts of those around her, and working on driving her own into theirs. It would soon become a key point to both her survival and keeping her existence a secret. If neither suggestion or her telepathic ability worked, then she was not above ending their life to protect her own.
  • It was when she felt she had learned everything she could from Balder that she would move on, unwilling to be tied to another man ever again. She was determined to achieve the things that she could not when she was human.
  • Traveling to Norway, Sigfrid found herself coming across a sorry looking fellow named Edvin. Struck out from his clan and left to find his own way. Sigfrid was sure that he would die, and while she might of typically left things to play out. The man spoke of a rather interesting gift, one that she could smell within his veins.
  • Learning of his ability, and his knowledge of gift similar to her own, Sigfrid would find a use for him deciding that death would not meet this man any time soon. Changing him, and keeping him at her side so that he could teach her not only what he already knew, but the things he would discover as well.
  • They would travel together for quite some time, learning and developing the abilities around them. Sigfrid interested in the power it would bring, while Edvin seemed more interested in what all they could do, and the side effects that came with them.
  • It would be as they were passing through a hostile Clutches territory that their paths would begin to separate. Edvin leaving her in a frenzy of fear and desire to live, he sought to save his own life rather than die with his Sire.
  • She might of died there too, if not for the fact that the dominus of the group found some interest in her telepathic gifts, offering to spare her life if she stayed with them and strengthened their ranks.
  • She would concede, curious on how Clutches prevailed, and how they were able to keep themselves secret when gathered in such a large number.
  • There she would learn of the magics of a Clutch, the benefits and even what it meant to be apart of a group. In some ways it reminded her of her first clan, the one led before Arnes, and there she would stay for only two hundred years. Watching as the world around her grew and developed from men leading ships, to men running towns.
  • Curious of what her home had turned into, Sigfrid would leave Norway and Return to Sweden, there she would learn of the raids and political war that had spread the lands. A human calling himself King and decreeing things that would have never been accepted in her youth. Upset by the changes she was witnessing, Sigfrid began to struggle with her immortality, questioning if this was punishment rather than a gift for all of her suffering.
  • Confused and lost, Sigfrid would meet with a small group of vampires, consisting of only four, and make herself apart of them. There she would witness her very religion be shifted into something called Christianity, the gods becoming something of the past.
  • She would stick with this Clutch for many years, finding comfort within her home land. The Kings changing, and the politics shifting, but always the land was still the same.
  • In an effort to keep up with her battle skills, and to keep her senses sharp, Sigfrid would join in on the battles from time to time, enjoying the brotherly feud that was happening between the Kings. Nothing was more entertaining than watching men fight for power after all.
  • If there were not battles, then Sigfrid would begin to pick up the skill to write, learning from one the men in the Clutch, and mastering it in the many years she spent with them. She would continue her writing even after leaving them.
  • It would be when the black plague hit Sweden that Sigfrid would make her exit once again, unable to handle the deadly sickness that was spreading across her homeland. The cries of the people both vocally and mentally too much for her to handle.
  • She would travel to the Kingdom of England, interested in how their politics deferred, and what sort of groups she might meet here. There would be a great amount of struggling within her first few years, English becoming quite a hassle to learn.
  • She would remain outside of a Clutch during her time in England befriending a few rogues here and there, but maintaining no connection with them. Most of her time occupied with mastering the new language, and the writing that came with it.
  • The years came and went, Sigfrid once again finding peace in her life, until the buzzing topic of witches began. Sigfrid knew of those gifted with powers like herself, but none matched the tales that were being whispered around the towns. Fearing that she would be called out, and burned at the stake, Sigfrid would find herself seeking the protection of another Clutch.
  • There she would remain, doing her best to protect those like herself, but unfortunately it would be here that Sigfrid would come closest to death.
  • The humans of the town began to suspect something was different about the reclusive group of people, perhaps it was primal instinct, or something more. They would soon claim them all witches, striking down those that they came across, binding them or burning them right then and there.
  • Sigfrid was no different, and if it weren't for her discovering her new power, she might of died right alongside many others. Shifting into an owl when surrounded and flying away just before any true damage could be done.
  • It would not be long after her leaving that a rebellion would begin brewing in Europe, people tired of taxes and wishing for more Freedom in the way their country was ran. Angered by how she had been treated by the humans, she would use this as an outlet for her rage.
  • Destroying lives from both sides when the night struck, Sigfrid would play no favorites, simply killing until the fear in her heart was settled, which unfortunately did not end until a country called America was founded.
  • Sigfrid would then find herself staying here, watching the land grow, staying close to the forming capital of Washington. Sigfrid would refrain from joining any more Clutches during this time, heart still heavy for the terrible demise her last one had faced.
  • Sigfrid would watch as times changed, moving along with what was needed, and even arguing alongside woman and minorities for their rights.
  • Writing would be a common past time for her, and as more people learned to read, she would make a career out of it. Some stories were true to her own, while others mimicked those that she had heard from the many she had met along the way.
  • She would continue staying on her own until the present time, traveling between states when risk of her being notice heightened. It would only be when she found a familiar face on a Linkedin page that she would find a new purpose. Packing up and moving to Ridgefield in an attempt to reconnect.
  • Other
  • Changes her pen name every few years.
  • Fluent in Norwegian, Swedish, Old Norse, Icelandic and English
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