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[color=8882be]|Name|[/color]
[indent]Sigmund 'Sig' Craft[/indent]

[color=8882be]|Age| [/color]
[indent]26[/indent]

[color=8882be]|Gender| [/color]
[indent]M[/indent]

[color=8882be]|Sexuality|[/color]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]

[color=8882be]|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars| [/color]
[indent]Two wide stellate scars from a lightning strike: one on his left palm, and the other on the sole of his right food. The strike further seared his forearm and shin, rending the flesh in thin, slightly spiraling lines.[/indent]

[color=8882be]|Personality|[/color]
[indent]Sig is often compared to a dog in his mannerisms: half the time running endlessly, always seeking excitement, and the other half, passed out on the couch and dead to the world. Optimistic to a fault, he never lets his mood drop, pushing himself through any sadness, impatient fix things. Sig is a socialite, flawlessly making fast friends with anyone he meets, and especially those who share his taste for adventure. That being said, Sig is somewhat insensitive to the needs of others and does not understand anxiety or depression. On those fronts, he is entirely useless.

His own death, and the overwhelming terror of the world beyond life, has deeply affected him, but to an extent not yet known.[/indent]

[color=8882be]|Why your character was in Renata|[/color]
[indent]Sig was in the middle of a road trip. He separated temporarily from his friends to visit his cousin in Renata.[/indent]

[color=8882be]|The Circumstances of the Death|[/color]
[indent]To say Sig is an adrenaline junkie would be an understatement, though it is hard to say whether he is brave, arrogant or simply asinine in the face of danger. A massive thunderstorm drifted through the town of Renata one night, and Sig found the darkest place he could on the outskirts of town to witness the awe and power of mother nature first-hand. Stripping off his shirt, he dashed into the torrential downpour and stumbled under a large tree to take shelter as the lightning crashed around him. Each spear illuminated Renata before him, the town erupting in radiance, each time more intense than the last, until at last a bolt of lightning found the tree Sig was leaning up against and arced into him, stopping his heart.[/indent]

[color=8882be]|Power|[/color]
[indent]Sig's powers seem to manifest when he becomes angry. The sky above him is suddenly invaded by an intense storm, wind and rain buffeting anything nearby. Random flashes of lightning soon follow. At the present, the storms that Sig creates are uncontrollable.[/indent]

[color=8882be]|Biography| [/color]
[indent]Sig grew up as part of a big family. He had many siblings, aunties and uncles, and even more cousins. While never exceptionally poor, his family as a whole was never very well-off, and large family dinners at his grandparents' house were very frequent.

Sig never received a lot of attention as a child, and it made him a free spirit. It also made him a troublemaker. He almost exclusively spent his time with other people his age, drinking, partying, experimenting. When he graduated highschool, he set out to university and majored in what most of his friends were doing as well: psychology, because it was a quick and dirty bachelor and opened a lot of doors.

After earning his degree, Sig set out travelling, never quite settling down in a job for long. His latest trip brought him to Renata.[/indent]
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