[b]Name:[/b] Sigurd (no last name, but is sometimes referred to as "Sigurd the Fool")

[b]Gender:[/b] Male 

[b]Age:[/b] 15 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Sigurd is a blonde boy. He has few missing teeth and large goofy ears. He is somewhat athletic for his age and has some muscle. His hands and feet are calloused, and he has ice blue eyes. He is somewhat tall for his age; hovering around 5'11. Otherwise, his appearance is somewhat plain.

[b]Village:[/b] Southreach. 

The Village sits on a small peninsula that juts out from the south-western half of the mainland. It has a temperate climate, without extreme summers or winters due to its proximity to the ocean. Southreach is a very rainy place, and most of the time the weather is overcast; it is an uncommon occurrence for the sun to come out. The peninsula is a place with rocky shores and sparse coverings of pine trees and other ferns. The village is small, but it is a hub for ships moving up and down the western coast that desire basic supplies like food. The houses in Southreach are small, mostly made of pine logs, and have roofs of gray slate. However the town hall looks like it started as a boat with the deck facing toward the ground. There is also a small crumbling castle that looks like it was carved into the rocky crags. Southreach for the most part a fishing village that sits on a small cove, with a somewhat unique history. (*cough I sent you a pm with the history I wrote up for Southreach. Halfway through writing it, I realized it wasn't part of the application. Normally I would just scrap it, but I was on a roll and I realized that you wanted players to help write the lore at some point. So I finished it and sent you a pm with it in it. *unconvincing cough.)

[b]Background:[/b] Sigurd was born to a family of fishermen. His mother died of pneumonia when he was quite young, and that has drawn his father to drunkenness. He remembers great stories of Northmen that his mother told him when he was young, but he still believes in them. In present Southreach, that's the equivalent of believing in Santa Claus well into high school. So he is looked down upon and ridiculed earning him the surname 'the Fool'. He has a few close friends who also believe in the legends but not many others. For the most part, he provides for the household for his father is often too drunk to function. Because of his father's drunkenness, he has an aversion to alcohol. He feels like nothing ties him down to his home, and desperately wants to leave. He has earned the ire of the Lord Inquisitor for spreading rumors of these legends, but the Inquisitor has decided not to do anything about that, yet. While he is not trained how to use weapons, he likes to "train" with those close friends, even if he has to drag them along. While he isn't actually trained in the use of weapons, he is definitely better than someone who has never even tried. Often he likes to explore the peninsula as some means to get away from it all. 

[b]Personal Aspirations:[/b] Sigurd wants to become one of the legends he's heard about... Even though he doesn't know that they happen to be White mages. I'd like to see Sigurd's aspirations come to fruition, but if I stumble across a more interesting outcome on the way, I'll roll with that.