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Siegvard

Bonus: I’m doing a bit of redesigning of some of my characters. Fun!

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Quite excited to hear that you're interested in him, anon!

Sieg is a dragon. He's technically a DnD character, but I don't play, so I've let my DM friend use him as an NPC, and it's been exciting watching them put him to good use. Had him kicking about in the OC bucket since 2018, but I got super into developing him last year. Ended up writing 35 pages of straight prose (with interspersed poetry, would you believe it) about him. He was very informed by the characters in the texts I was reading at uni at the time (mostly Beowulf, which is, confusingly enough, the name of Sieg's closest friend in the text.)

Generally though, the blurb I gave my DM goes as follows. He's a bit more complex than this, and he has a lot of backstory, but it's quite a lot to go into.

Siegvard (CHAOTIC NEUTRAL) Born from the crest of chaos’ flame, Siegvard von Morddrache is the formidible, imposing figure lurking in the doorway of Barenhunger’s guildhall. His frame stands at 7 and a half feet, though many argue more. He’s fierce, intense and can hardly hear reason, let alone listen to it - he’s an old man, after all - or so it would seem. At a glance, you’d say he was nearing 50, were he to be human, yet he’s not one second past his prime. His reactions are sharp, his eyes wide and wild, and his axe, bigger than any normal man and almost like another limb.

He’s quick to anger, and his anger is quick to fruition. However, he has a soft spot for his beloved guild. Having founded Barenhunger longer ago than most care to recall, he’s upheld his promise to his partner in life, Beowulf, to never let down or betray their guild. He’s like a father to his people, respected and feared, but on the occasion that he cracks a smile, full of sharp, bright teeth, it’ll be with his guild. When he’s with them, he’s affable, jovial, and entirely unlike himself. Ask a guild member and they’ll say it’s because he’s with Beowulf’s lingering spirit. He was never really the same after his death and can rarely bring himself to speak of him now, bar in the occasional weak, fond remark.