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SIGRID
- AGE 25 y.o.
- PRONOUNS She/her
- BIRTHDAY 21st of March
- RACE Human
- ORIGIN Mondstadt
- HEIGHT 1’65 m
- ROLE Poet
- RELATIONSHIP Single
- STATUS Active
ABOUT
A poet from Mondstadt, blessed with a Cryo Vision, which she obtained after an accident in which she lost her eyesight, and very nearly her life. Although, thanks to the healing sessions from the Church’s sisters, she’s managed to recover a lot of her sight, her eyes still look as if she was completely blind, which, added to her pale skin, and the coolness her Vision causes her to be surrounded with, gives her a ghostly look that has given more than one citizen a pretty decent spook.
She doesn’t smile much, and doesn’t often speak unless she’s spoken to first, which, added to her tendency to stare off into the distance, unmoving as a statue for even hours sometimes, reinforces her ghostly impression. However, her cool and distant appearance belies an emotive, sensitive heart, full of life, that cherishes even the smallest of life’s details. Just a little effort to know her will easily let this side of her show.
After losing her eyesight, she began to appreciate the ability to see a lot more, and began putting her yearnings and feelings of loss into words as a form of poetry. While those first poems of hers where mostly dark and sad, as she started recovering some vision, they started to become full of hope and wonder at whatever little things she could see. The wholesome, beautified ways of seeing the most mundane of things became quite popular, and nowadays, almost any citizen from Mondstadt would be able to recite at least a few of her verses. However, since she never signed her poems, most people don’t know she’s the author of most of her works, or even that all those little lovely poems come from the same pen. That’s because her style keeps changing, as she doesn’t tend to stick to just the one. The only work you’ll see her keep an homogeneous style in is her one only published book, which sales are what’s sustaining her economically at the moment, and happen to be her only signed work, so that’s the kind of work people know her for.
While many people wonder why she’d choose to be a poet in the City of Songs, the sad truth is, she just has a very bad ear for music. Lovely as the lyrics would likely be, any song composed by her would sound pretty poor, especially when sung by her.
TRIVIA
- She’s got a platonic crush on Acting Grandmaster Jean. She considers her the foundation of Mondstadt, and is a great inspiration to her poems. Many of her works identify the woman with the essence of the land itself. Her poems about this famed Knight of Favonious are the only ones that have a romantic feel to them.
- The reason why she dislikes sunny days is because the sun’s brightness hurts and tires out her eyes. And she dislikes bugs because they’re too tiny for her to notice them before they can land on her, often giving her a spook...
- Her weapon of choice is the claymore, though she doesn’t often use it for fighting anymore. Most often, she’ll use it as an auxiliary table to write when inspiration strikes her while out in the wild, and to clip on it the drafts of whatever poem she’s working on.
- Currently, her eyesight is pretty similar to that of a person with a heavy near-sightedness, though of course, hers can’t improve just by wearing glasses. She can see more clearly the closer the object is and the higher a color and brightness contrast it has, so the black strokes on a white piece of paper are something she can luckily see well enough.
ARTIST NOTES
- Her jacket-dress-thingy actually only has button holes! It’s buttoned to the clothes beneath it, which are the ones with the buttons (see clothes layers ref).
- Her eye pupils kinda merge with the iris, but not fully. They’re like a step in-between a normal eye and the typical white eye of a blind person.
- What she wears on her legs are semi-transparent brown stockings with some opaque golden stars.
PALETTE
No relationships yet.
STORY
Believe it or not, not too long ago, Sigrid was a junior member of the Adventurer’s Guild. Back in that time, she loved going out in sunny days to run around the fields, glide across the sky, and swim around in rivers, to find excitement and treasures. However, one of her adventures turned out to be a bit too exciting.
While she was out on a commission on Dragonspine, she and her group got caught up in a most intense blizzard. In the confusion, she ended up getting separated from the group as a tree fell off on top of her and caught her legs, leaving her trapped in a cold area far from the roads, surrounded by nothing but bright snow. The gripping cold ate away at her body’s endurance, while the sunlight reflected in the pure white snow scorched her eyes. But now matter how much it hurt, she refused to close her eyes. If anyone passed by the area, she needed to see them, to call to them for help. She just refused to die there.
When the rescue team found her, she was as white as the snow around her, and so, terrifyingly, were her eyes. While the hypothermia made it hard to tell whether her heart was still beating or not, the team had no doubt that Sigrid was very much alive, as beside her in the snow, they could see a Cryo Vision, shining brightly.
Of the next days, Sigrid doesn’t remember much. She was taken to the Church, where the nuns helped stabilize her, and slowly, begin to heal her. Miraculously, none of her limbs had frozen, so the only loss Sigrid had to lament was her eyesight: all she could see was the difference between light and dark. For the first time in her life, she begun to fully appreciate all the colors and shapes she had the privilege of taking in while going out adventuring, all those things she had taken for granted and seen as little more than a blur as she dashed from one place to another. The devastation she felt couldn’t have been greater, and the fact of having one of those Visions people coveted so much didn’t console her in the least.
Feeling guilty for being so angry despite having managed to survive, she was reluctant to tell other people about her frustration, and so she found another way to vent her feelings: writing them down. Of course, writing blindly, the calligraphy in which she wrote was only slightly less ghastly than the topics she spoke about, her feelings of doom and hopelessness, of freedom and beauty lost.
Fortunately, this dark state wouldn’t be forever, as, thanks to the sisters’ dedicated care, slowly but surely, Sigrid began to gain some of her eyesight. Just as the thought of never being able to see again filled her with dread, each little progress with her sight filled her with outmost joy. Her poems, which she gradually wrote better and better, begun to talk about the marvels of the world, its bright colors, and the beauty of its little mundane miracles, such as the drops of dew reflecting the dawning sun, the dandelion seeds floating in the breeze, or the bright, freshly picked fruits arranged in the city’s stalls. They were an ode to the natural treasures of Mondstadt, and so, they easily called to those who loved their nation as much as she did, as they brought them to appreciate those tiny details that they had never stopped to admire themselves.
These cheery, beautiful poems that talked about vibrant colors and unbridled joy, however, couldn’t look more different from the person who wrote them, and as such, people hardly ever linked them to Sigrid. And this is because, after the accident, Sigrid looked anything but vibrant and joyful: due to her bad eyes, the things she could see the easiest were the ones with high color contrast, and so, her clothes were nearly black and white, with no color in them; and the ghastly white eyes she now had gave her the look of a living corpse, like she had never made it out if the mountain and only her lost spirit remained. Her new observation habits, in which she could spend hours immobile admiring one small aspect from the most random thing were seen by the citizens as if she was a ghost haunting that place. That was only made worse by her new tendency not to speak unless spoken to first, and by the frigid aura that her Cryo Vision surrounded her with, both making her feel more and more like an apparition. Sigrid isn’t too aware of this feeling she gives off, since no one is rude enough to say it to her face, and is actually quite happy with the life she leads now, just satisfied with existing and appreciating whatever beauties the world offers her. While she’s never even thought about picking up adventuring again, she does still make field trips from time to time, and has even returned to Dragonspine on occasion... but always staying on the safe side, and never going too deep into the mountain.
LIKES
- Poetry and music
- Abandoned buildings, overrun by nature
- Open, wide landscape areas
- Blueberry jelly (specialty dish: Starry Sky Blueberry Jelly)
DISLIKES
- Sunny days
- Areas full of people
- Heavy food
- Bugs
HOBBIES AND SKILLS
- Loves poetry
- Can play some instruments, as she loves music, but she’s rather bad at it
- Used to have decent claymore skills. With her vision impairment now, she’s not as good in a fight
- Likes to use her Cryo Vision for cooking. It helps a lot when making her jelly!
- She can also use her Vision to fight to some extent, but she’s likely to hurt her teammates too
STRENGTHS
- Great poet
- Very polite, it’s hard to dislike her
- Fighting skills good enough for self-defense
- Capable and reliable (within her limitations)
WEAKNESSES
- Heavy vision impairment
- Might unintentionally hurt others during a fight
- Gives up to despair with relative ease
- Has no ear for music. At all
- Gives off some off-putting ghost vibes
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