Sigyn
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General Information
Name: Sigyn
Pronunciation: Seg-In
Name Meaning: Victorious girl-friend (lulz)
Name Origin: Norse
Other Names: Siggy (She'll shoot you, only Lucifer is allowed to get away with it)
Gender: Female
Titles: Death-branded/Marked for death
Dominant Hand: Right
Astrological Sign:
Catchphrase:
Autograph: Yes
Handwriting: Messy but legible
Pronunciation: Seg-In
Name Meaning: Victorious girl-friend (lulz)
Name Origin: Norse
Other Names: Siggy (She'll shoot you, only Lucifer is allowed to get away with it)
Gender: Female
Titles: Death-branded/Marked for death
Dominant Hand: Right
Astrological Sign:
Catchphrase:
Autograph: Yes
Handwriting: Messy but legible
Appearance
Height: 7'8" / 5'7"
Weight: 115lbs
Species: One fucked up hybrid (Seranaean Ascendant, frost giant/jotun/aesir, Greek god, Greek primordial)
Race: White, by human stnadards
Blood Type: o-
Symbol:
Skin Color: Alabaster pale. Paler even than Mercy's, in an almost sickly manner
Birthmarks:
Extra Anatomy: wings, eyelids
Somatotype: ectomorph
Locomotion: flight/biped
Hair Color: black
Hair Length: medium, near middle of back but not quite there
Hair Type: Very thick and on the wavier side
Hair Style: Worn down, or pulled into a single braid
Widow's Peak: no
Ear Shape: slightly pointed
Ear Type: free-lobe
Eye Color: Once bright, now a clouded grey and dull
Eye Type: almond
Eyebrows: slightly arched
Nose Color:
Nose Shape: Slightly crooked from being broken
Teeth: Straight and white and entirely intact (surprise!)
Face Shape: between heart and oval
Complexion: like a corpse
Facial Hair: none
Hat Size:
Shirt Size:
Waist Size:
Shoe Size:
Weight: 115lbs
Species: One fucked up hybrid (Seranaean Ascendant, frost giant/jotun/aesir, Greek god, Greek primordial)
Race: White, by human stnadards
Blood Type: o-
Symbol:
Skin Color: Alabaster pale. Paler even than Mercy's, in an almost sickly manner
Birthmarks:
Extra Anatomy: wings, eyelids
Somatotype: ectomorph
Locomotion: flight/biped
Hair Color: black
Hair Length: medium, near middle of back but not quite there
Hair Type: Very thick and on the wavier side
Hair Style: Worn down, or pulled into a single braid
Widow's Peak: no
Ear Shape: slightly pointed
Ear Type: free-lobe
Eye Color: Once bright, now a clouded grey and dull
Eye Type: almond
Eyebrows: slightly arched
Nose Color:
Nose Shape: Slightly crooked from being broken
Teeth: Straight and white and entirely intact (surprise!)
Face Shape: between heart and oval
Complexion: like a corpse
Facial Hair: none
Hat Size:
Shirt Size:
Waist Size:
Shoe Size:
Health & Image
Diet: meat
Exercise: often
Fitness: fit enough, your typical archer/ranger, really. A bit more muscular than Mercy despite weighing less.
Maximum Load:
Running Speed:
Posture: Straight, stiff, tense
Dexterity: Good
Reflexes: Fast enough
Abnormalities:
Vulnerabilities:
Handicaps: Severe vocal chord damage, means that you're going to need to be within ~12 feet to be able to hear her on a good day, or have extremely sensitive ears beyond 20 feet.
Aids:
Medication:
Augmentations:
Allergies: Being social
Diseases:
Illnesses:
Disorders: Anxiety, prone to nosebleeds, waking up not being able to feel random limbs (feeling usually returns in a few minutes) and even the occasional seizure if it's a really bad day. Very severe insomnia, as well.
Imperfections: Scars, scars everywhere. Eyes are often bloodshot, scratched corneas, severely damaged vocal cords
Broken Bones: Every single bone's been broken at least three-times over at this point
Reason for Health: Everyone. -_-
Wardrobe: Leather armor, with the occasional piece of chainmail thrown in almost always. Sigyn is almost never not in some form of armor.
Accessories: no
Equipment: Grey leather armor, a biiiig grey and black recurve bow and arrows, an impervium dagger, a crossbow and assorted bolts, throwing stars and throwing knives
Musical Instruments: none, although she used to be very good at the harp/lyre.
Amulets: none
Piercings: none
Hygiene: As clean as possible
Makeup: no
Perfume / Cologne: none
Scent:
Scars: Her entire body at this point is pretty much a scar. Scratched corneas, scarred cheeks, heavily-scarred throat/neck, arms, legs, lashes on her back and wings, claw/teethmarks, slices/cuts/slashes from pretty much every type of weapon, burn scars under it all too.
Tattoos: none
Exercise: often
Fitness: fit enough, your typical archer/ranger, really. A bit more muscular than Mercy despite weighing less.
Maximum Load:
Running Speed:
Posture: Straight, stiff, tense
Dexterity: Good
Reflexes: Fast enough
Abnormalities:
Vulnerabilities:
Handicaps: Severe vocal chord damage, means that you're going to need to be within ~12 feet to be able to hear her on a good day, or have extremely sensitive ears beyond 20 feet.
Aids:
Medication:
Augmentations:
Allergies: Being social
Diseases:
Illnesses:
Disorders: Anxiety, prone to nosebleeds, waking up not being able to feel random limbs (feeling usually returns in a few minutes) and even the occasional seizure if it's a really bad day. Very severe insomnia, as well.
Imperfections: Scars, scars everywhere. Eyes are often bloodshot, scratched corneas, severely damaged vocal cords
Broken Bones: Every single bone's been broken at least three-times over at this point
Reason for Health: Everyone. -_-
Wardrobe: Leather armor, with the occasional piece of chainmail thrown in almost always. Sigyn is almost never not in some form of armor.
Accessories: no
Equipment: Grey leather armor, a biiiig grey and black recurve bow and arrows, an impervium dagger, a crossbow and assorted bolts, throwing stars and throwing knives
Musical Instruments: none, although she used to be very good at the harp/lyre.
Amulets: none
Piercings: none
Hygiene: As clean as possible
Makeup: no
Perfume / Cologne: none
Scent:
Scars: Her entire body at this point is pretty much a scar. Scratched corneas, scarred cheeks, heavily-scarred throat/neck, arms, legs, lashes on her back and wings, claw/teethmarks, slices/cuts/slashes from pretty much every type of weapon, burn scars under it all too.
Tattoos: none
Voice
Accent / Dialect: No accent
Voice: Very rough, at this point it's unrecognizable from her clear, strong voice she had as a young adult.
Pitch: On the lower side, can't do high-pitched. At all.
Range:
Volume: Very quiet
Laughter: Harsh
Impediments: Speaking hurts, because she has quite severely damaged vocal chords
Voice Actor:
Voice: Very rough, at this point it's unrecognizable from her clear, strong voice she had as a young adult.
Pitch: On the lower side, can't do high-pitched. At all.
Range:
Volume: Very quiet
Laughter: Harsh
Impediments: Speaking hurts, because she has quite severely damaged vocal chords
Voice Actor:
Detailed Appearance
If Sigyn's slightly clouded and often-bloodshot grey eyes with their scratched corneas don't betray the countless fights after fights, the pain and suffering and general misery she has been through, than the layered scars crisscrossing almost every inch of her do. And if they don't, then blind ignorance truly is bliss.
Sigyn's eyes are the grey of a cold winter sky, at one point they were clear and bright, but one wouldn't know it to look at her now. Death and resurrection have left their marks quite clearly though, the ever-present fogginess, only absent around the pupil of her eyes is one fairly obvious sign. The corneas of the eyes have tiny little scratches as well, creating quite the interesting effect. They look like they should be itching constantly, but Sigyn's trained herself to not even bother rubbing them. Why bother, when that only serves to make the issue even worse?
Elsewhere, the scars are almost everywhere, of every weapon type and size, it seems. From small slashes across her arms to what were clearly severe injuries meant to disembowel, or slit her throat, or cause any other sort of severe damage possible. In some spots, especially around her throat, the scars are even thicker, scars over scars. Of note though, are the nasty burn scars and the tangled mess that's Sigyn's stomach. Three jagged sets of teethmarks on the outside of her left forearm, courtesy of Cerberus. Scarred and calloused hands from years of both the bow/arrow and actual cuts from blocking a sword aimed at her face. The slightly sharper edge of the top of her nose where it was broken. Knife slash on her left cheek, a brand under her right eye, subsequently cut off with a very jagged blade. The myriad tangle of small scars around her eyes, too numerous to even begin counting them. An axe that bit into her right shoulder, missing her neck. Her neck itself, laced with such deep scarring from blades and teeth and puncture wounds that the scars are layered over one another. Jagged cuts along both sides of her torso and both arms. Various sword cuts along her left hip and thigh, a vertical, messy scar on the opposite hip from a warhammer. A mace to the back of the left knee,
Underneath the pale scarring is equally pale skin. The few and fewer places that Sigyn isn't scarred, it's actually quite smooth. And pale, very pale. But most people don't joke about it in Sigyn's presence.
Standing a little over seven and a half feet tall, Sigyn is lean, built along the same lines like that of her sister, Mercy. Her lithe frame is more suited for dodging attacks and evasion than it is for fighting, she isn't strong and it shows in the slightly finer bones and narrower shoulders. She moves in relative silence despite her height, and tends to lurk in the shadows and her gait is quite different than that of Mercy's surefooted steps.
Sigyn's hair and wings are black, and her wings are shot through with sparks of deep red aether that give off a very faint glow of their own. They are similar in shape to a Common Swift (Apus apus) and the wings are just as scarred as the rest of her along the wing arches. And along her back, along with the backs of her arms and legs, are tell-tale stretch marks... Where congealed blood would have pooled had there been any blood left in her when she died.
Death-branded, and it shows 13 years later.
Sigyn's eyes are the grey of a cold winter sky, at one point they were clear and bright, but one wouldn't know it to look at her now. Death and resurrection have left their marks quite clearly though, the ever-present fogginess, only absent around the pupil of her eyes is one fairly obvious sign. The corneas of the eyes have tiny little scratches as well, creating quite the interesting effect. They look like they should be itching constantly, but Sigyn's trained herself to not even bother rubbing them. Why bother, when that only serves to make the issue even worse?
Elsewhere, the scars are almost everywhere, of every weapon type and size, it seems. From small slashes across her arms to what were clearly severe injuries meant to disembowel, or slit her throat, or cause any other sort of severe damage possible. In some spots, especially around her throat, the scars are even thicker, scars over scars. Of note though, are the nasty burn scars and the tangled mess that's Sigyn's stomach. Three jagged sets of teethmarks on the outside of her left forearm, courtesy of Cerberus. Scarred and calloused hands from years of both the bow/arrow and actual cuts from blocking a sword aimed at her face. The slightly sharper edge of the top of her nose where it was broken. Knife slash on her left cheek, a brand under her right eye, subsequently cut off with a very jagged blade. The myriad tangle of small scars around her eyes, too numerous to even begin counting them. An axe that bit into her right shoulder, missing her neck. Her neck itself, laced with such deep scarring from blades and teeth and puncture wounds that the scars are layered over one another. Jagged cuts along both sides of her torso and both arms. Various sword cuts along her left hip and thigh, a vertical, messy scar on the opposite hip from a warhammer. A mace to the back of the left knee,
Underneath the pale scarring is equally pale skin. The few and fewer places that Sigyn isn't scarred, it's actually quite smooth. And pale, very pale. But most people don't joke about it in Sigyn's presence.
Standing a little over seven and a half feet tall, Sigyn is lean, built along the same lines like that of her sister, Mercy. Her lithe frame is more suited for dodging attacks and evasion than it is for fighting, she isn't strong and it shows in the slightly finer bones and narrower shoulders. She moves in relative silence despite her height, and tends to lurk in the shadows and her gait is quite different than that of Mercy's surefooted steps.
Sigyn's hair and wings are black, and her wings are shot through with sparks of deep red aether that give off a very faint glow of their own. They are similar in shape to a Common Swift (Apus apus) and the wings are just as scarred as the rest of her along the wing arches. And along her back, along with the backs of her arms and legs, are tell-tale stretch marks... Where congealed blood would have pooled had there been any blood left in her when she died.
Death-branded, and it shows 13 years later.
Psychology
IQ: 200
Languages: all of them
Vocabulary: typical soldier/hunter, can be sophisticated on occasion
Memory: long, painfully accurate and very much hated
Temperament: volatile
Learning Style: visual/auditory
Emotional Stability: heh
Mental Health: uhm
Instincts: survival/looking out for number one. Has virtually no mother/nurturing instinct left at this point.
Bodily-Kinesthetic:
Interpersonal:
Intrapersonal:
Linguistic:
Logical-Mathematical:
Musical:
Naturalistic:
Spatial:
Existential:
Languages: all of them
Vocabulary: typical soldier/hunter, can be sophisticated on occasion
Memory: long, painfully accurate and very much hated
Temperament: volatile
Learning Style: visual/auditory
Emotional Stability: heh
Mental Health: uhm
Instincts: survival/looking out for number one. Has virtually no mother/nurturing instinct left at this point.
Bodily-Kinesthetic:
Interpersonal:
Intrapersonal:
Linguistic:
Logical-Mathematical:
Musical:
Naturalistic:
Spatial:
Existential:
Perception
Audition:
Gustation:
Olfaction:
Tactition:
Vision:
Intuition:
Synesthesia:
Gustation:
Olfaction:
Tactition:
Vision:
Intuition:
Synesthesia:
Philosophy
Religion: What's the point?
Devotion: ...No.
Superstitions: Generally tries not to disrespect the dead out of habit.
Spirit Animal:
Deathwish: Yes, on-and-off (so mentally stable!)
Allegiance: It may as well be Hell at this point, not like Sigyn really has anything left to lose... except her life, again.
Political Party: none
Political Awareness: too aware and staying. the fuck. out. of it.
Morality: true neutral
Etiquette: gruff, cagey old bitch
Alignment: true neutral, may swing either lawful or chaotic depending on the situation but probably more towards chaotic. Although she is in Hell, she is not truly evil, and her current situation isn't really by choice.
Attitude: harsh and unforgiving
Outlook on Life:
Perception: Glass half-empty - very jaded and bitter
Philosophy / Motto: "If bitterness wants to get into the act, I offer it a cookie or gumdrop."
Taboos: cannibalism and necrophilia
Vices: Wrath, pride, however wounded and buried, is still there under the surface.
Virtues:
Devotion: ...No.
Superstitions: Generally tries not to disrespect the dead out of habit.
Spirit Animal:
Deathwish: Yes, on-and-off (so mentally stable!)
Allegiance: It may as well be Hell at this point, not like Sigyn really has anything left to lose... except her life, again.
Political Party: none
Political Awareness: too aware and staying. the fuck. out. of it.
Morality: true neutral
Etiquette: gruff, cagey old bitch
Alignment: true neutral, may swing either lawful or chaotic depending on the situation but probably more towards chaotic. Although she is in Hell, she is not truly evil, and her current situation isn't really by choice.
Attitude: harsh and unforgiving
Outlook on Life:
Perception: Glass half-empty - very jaded and bitter
Philosophy / Motto: "If bitterness wants to get into the act, I offer it a cookie or gumdrop."
Taboos: cannibalism and necrophilia
Vices: Wrath, pride, however wounded and buried, is still there under the surface.
Virtues:
Character
Primary Objective:
Secondary Objectives:
Priorities:
Motivation: Unknown
Self Confidence: Ehh...
Self Control: Very good
Self Esteem: Meeehhhhh....
Quirks:
Hobbies:
Closet Hobbies: Sigyn enjoys playing the Harp, and she is a master at it. It will take a lot to get her to actually play, however, but once she starts she tends to open up much more.
Guilty Pleasures:
Habits: Tends to be more of a lurker and stick to the shadows, will never wear anything more revealing than her typical leather, probably.
Desires: peace
Wishes:
Lures:
Manias:
Afflictions:
Traumas: Childhood, or lack of. The pain on the faces of her family as they struggled to try and stave off the urge to kill her every time they were within sight of her. Being resurrected.
Worries: That she'll end up like her mother.
Nervous Tics: Pacing, lashing out at others
Instigators: lots of things
Soothers: unknown
Savvies:
Ineptities: Children are a foreign concept and she avoids them like the plague they are.
Soft Spots: Children, as much as they absolutely terrify her, she doesn't like seeing them hurt or in distress (which is also why she'd do her damnedest to avoid them all.)
Cruel Streaks:
Accomplishments:
Greatest Achievement:
Failures:
Biggest Failure:
Obituary:
Favorite Dream:
Worst Nightmare: A very, very vivid nightmare of her death/the fight with Zeus.
Earliest Memory:
Fondest Memory:
Worst Memory: Being resurrected, and seeing herself as a total stranger to those she once loved
Funniest Moment:
Happiest Moment:
Saddest Moment:
Most Prized Possession: the massive, impervium-wrought recurve bow that almost never leaves her side
Most Valuable Possession:
Collections:
Embarrassments:
Mannerisms: Jumpy and tense, keyed up/hyperaware of surroundings
Humor: A very dark, screwed up sense of humor is still beneath the surface somewhere, but as days go on it seems to grow fainter.
Regrets:
Secrets:
Darkest Secret:
Pet Peeves:
Phobias: Claustrophobia, agoraphobia, sleeping, to an extent (because nightmares)
Greatest Fear:
Confidence: Often quite unsure of herself, unless it's archery then yeah she's fairly confident. Also confident of her innate ability to piss anybody off, but that's about it.
Creativity: Sometimes?
Generosity: No.
Honesty: Always
Loyalty: To a point
Insecurities: Many
Patience: Short
Predictability: Once, she might have been very predictable, but after her resurrection, Sigyn's withdrawn and nobody truly knows what the hell she'l do next, sometimes not even Sigyn herself knows.
Reliability: For the most part
Respect: Mostly
Responsibility: Very
Trustworthiness: Yes
Secondary Objectives:
Priorities:
Motivation: Unknown
Self Confidence: Ehh...
Self Control: Very good
Self Esteem: Meeehhhhh....
Quirks:
Hobbies:
Closet Hobbies: Sigyn enjoys playing the Harp, and she is a master at it. It will take a lot to get her to actually play, however, but once she starts she tends to open up much more.
Guilty Pleasures:
Habits: Tends to be more of a lurker and stick to the shadows, will never wear anything more revealing than her typical leather, probably.
Desires: peace
Wishes:
Lures:
Manias:
Afflictions:
Traumas: Childhood, or lack of. The pain on the faces of her family as they struggled to try and stave off the urge to kill her every time they were within sight of her. Being resurrected.
Worries: That she'll end up like her mother.
Nervous Tics: Pacing, lashing out at others
Instigators: lots of things
Soothers: unknown
Savvies:
Ineptities: Children are a foreign concept and she avoids them like the plague they are.
Soft Spots: Children, as much as they absolutely terrify her, she doesn't like seeing them hurt or in distress (which is also why she'd do her damnedest to avoid them all.)
Cruel Streaks:
Accomplishments:
Greatest Achievement:
Failures:
Biggest Failure:
Obituary:
Favorite Dream:
Worst Nightmare: A very, very vivid nightmare of her death/the fight with Zeus.
Earliest Memory:
Fondest Memory:
Worst Memory: Being resurrected, and seeing herself as a total stranger to those she once loved
Funniest Moment:
Happiest Moment:
Saddest Moment:
Most Prized Possession: the massive, impervium-wrought recurve bow that almost never leaves her side
Most Valuable Possession:
Collections:
Embarrassments:
Mannerisms: Jumpy and tense, keyed up/hyperaware of surroundings
Humor: A very dark, screwed up sense of humor is still beneath the surface somewhere, but as days go on it seems to grow fainter.
Regrets:
Secrets:
Darkest Secret:
Pet Peeves:
Phobias: Claustrophobia, agoraphobia, sleeping, to an extent (because nightmares)
Greatest Fear:
Confidence: Often quite unsure of herself, unless it's archery then yeah she's fairly confident. Also confident of her innate ability to piss anybody off, but that's about it.
Creativity: Sometimes?
Generosity: No.
Honesty: Always
Loyalty: To a point
Insecurities: Many
Patience: Short
Predictability: Once, she might have been very predictable, but after her resurrection, Sigyn's withdrawn and nobody truly knows what the hell she'l do next, sometimes not even Sigyn herself knows.
Reliability: For the most part
Respect: Mostly
Responsibility: Very
Trustworthiness: Yes
Common
Compliments:
Insults:
Expletives:
Farewells:
Greetings:
Mood:
Words:
Emotional Status:
Insults:
Expletives:
Farewells:
Greetings:
Mood:
Words:
Emotional Status:
Preferences
Likes:
Dislikes:
Favorites:
Least Favorites:
Dislikes:
Favorites:
Least Favorites:
Home & Work
Abode: Vagabond by heart and necessity, and reluctantly lives in Hell now, though it is usually rare to find her in her quarters.
Hometown: Tartarus
Citizenship:
Culture:
Traditions:
Routine: Absolutely none, though the scarred female never stays still.
Sleep Patterns: Very acute insomnia, no real pattern other than she tends to sleep during the day, instead of the night on the few occasions she actually does sleep.
Eating Habits:
Pets: Wouldn't want to own a pet, nor has she. The woman can barely scrape by taking care of herself, she'd never want something else to suffer because of how little attention she could give it.
Employer: Lucifer (God-fucking-damnit-why)
Job Title:
Experience:
Community Service:
Rank:
Supervisor:
Hours:
Work Ethic: Would be quite strong, if she was actually doing something
Transportation: Herself
Criminal Record: Zeus has branded her a criminal, but even when not in that realm what does it matter if you're going to be attacked on-sight anyways?
Dream Job:
Hometown: Tartarus
Citizenship:
Culture:
Traditions:
Routine: Absolutely none, though the scarred female never stays still.
Sleep Patterns: Very acute insomnia, no real pattern other than she tends to sleep during the day, instead of the night on the few occasions she actually does sleep.
Eating Habits:
Pets: Wouldn't want to own a pet, nor has she. The woman can barely scrape by taking care of herself, she'd never want something else to suffer because of how little attention she could give it.
Employer: Lucifer (God-fucking-damnit-why)
Job Title:
Experience:
Community Service:
Rank:
Supervisor:
Hours:
Work Ethic: Would be quite strong, if she was actually doing something
Transportation: Herself
Criminal Record: Zeus has branded her a criminal, but even when not in that realm what does it matter if you're going to be attacked on-sight anyways?
Dream Job:
Combat
Ability: Ranger/archer/marksman
Element: Water?
Martial Arts: knows them, and can use them if need be, but really, really prefers ranged combat and really isn't the best at hand-to-hand/martial arts
Immunities: Magic, which is pretty much entirely ineffective within about 20 meters of her anyways
Resistances:
Strengths: Ranged combat, endurance, handles physical pain to the point where she just doesn't feel it at all and will keep moving through it
Weaknesses: Plate-wearing warriors and scouts that get in close. Her seeming immunity to physical pain will make her vulnerable, however, especially because she doesn't even feel wounds inflicted upon her or even notice them unless she spots blood dripping or feels said blood dripping first.
Futilities:
Restrictions:
Origin:
Source:
Specialty: Almost purely ranged combat, surprising amount of endurance, but then, she had to be in order to survive. Handles physical pain extremely well, but it can be detrimental at times.
Signature Move:
Special Attack:
Courage: Conflicting opinions
Element: Water?
Martial Arts: knows them, and can use them if need be, but really, really prefers ranged combat and really isn't the best at hand-to-hand/martial arts
Immunities: Magic, which is pretty much entirely ineffective within about 20 meters of her anyways
Resistances:
Strengths: Ranged combat, endurance, handles physical pain to the point where she just doesn't feel it at all and will keep moving through it
Weaknesses: Plate-wearing warriors and scouts that get in close. Her seeming immunity to physical pain will make her vulnerable, however, especially because she doesn't even feel wounds inflicted upon her or even notice them unless she spots blood dripping or feels said blood dripping first.
Futilities:
Restrictions:
Origin:
Source:
Specialty: Almost purely ranged combat, surprising amount of endurance, but then, she had to be in order to survive. Handles physical pain extremely well, but it can be detrimental at times.
Signature Move:
Special Attack:
Courage: Conflicting opinions
Reactions
Angry: pacing, short-tempered
Anxious: pacing (a hole though the ground)
Conflicted: Uneasy pacing, or looking off into the distance, distracted
Criticized: Will listen, and probably agree with most points made, heh
Depressed: Lots of not being able to fall asleep, even quiter than usual (Read: Damn near mute) and all-around misery
Embarrassed: turns such a pretty shade of red, and will try to get out of the situation asap >>
Excited: ??
Frightened: often lashing out at whatever's scared her, tenses up and even more alert than usual
Guilty: What's there to be guilty of?
Happy: Sigyn wouldn't know how to react. The few points in her life where she has actually felt true joy were so quickly overshadowed by grief that she tends to close herself off and just shut down even more.
Mistaken: Might apologize, might not, who the fuck knows. If there is ever a time where she truly fucks things up and makes someone she really does love feel like hit, she'll do whatever it takes to make them
Nervous: Tends to lash out at others, pacing
Offended: It's actually very hard to offend her, but if someone manages, Sigyn'd be pretty fucking hostile about it.
Praised: Not used to praise, at all. In that, she's like a feral dog that's never had a kind touch from anyone.
Rejected: Closed off, quiet
Sad: Closed off and quiet, not really sure how to deal with her emotions tbh, and it's pretty obvious that she doesn't handle them well, or even handle them at all.
Stressed: Has pacing been mentioned? Extremely short temper and WILL start sticking arrows in things if you piss her off enough.
Thoughtful: Elbow resting in the opposite palm and chin resting on hand, or more pacing
Anxious: pacing (a hole though the ground)
Conflicted: Uneasy pacing, or looking off into the distance, distracted
Criticized: Will listen, and probably agree with most points made, heh
Depressed: Lots of not being able to fall asleep, even quiter than usual (Read: Damn near mute) and all-around misery
Embarrassed: turns such a pretty shade of red, and will try to get out of the situation asap >>
Excited: ??
Frightened: often lashing out at whatever's scared her, tenses up and even more alert than usual
Guilty: What's there to be guilty of?
Happy: Sigyn wouldn't know how to react. The few points in her life where she has actually felt true joy were so quickly overshadowed by grief that she tends to close herself off and just shut down even more.
Mistaken: Might apologize, might not, who the fuck knows. If there is ever a time where she truly fucks things up and makes someone she really does love feel like hit, she'll do whatever it takes to make them
Nervous: Tends to lash out at others, pacing
Offended: It's actually very hard to offend her, but if someone manages, Sigyn'd be pretty fucking hostile about it.
Praised: Not used to praise, at all. In that, she's like a feral dog that's never had a kind touch from anyone.
Rejected: Closed off, quiet
Sad: Closed off and quiet, not really sure how to deal with her emotions tbh, and it's pretty obvious that she doesn't handle them well, or even handle them at all.
Stressed: Has pacing been mentioned? Extremely short temper and WILL start sticking arrows in things if you piss her off enough.
Thoughtful: Elbow resting in the opposite palm and chin resting on hand, or more pacing
Impressions
First: "Kill it!!!111!!1"
Self:
Family: Pain, grief and misery, oh my!
Lover: Cold bitch, but is it any surprise, really?
Friends: what are those?
Associates:
Authority: Too quiet and keeps her head down, actually tries not to cause trouble but her presence will betray her every time
Strangers:
Enemies:
Post Mortem:
Creator:
Self:
Family: Pain, grief and misery, oh my!
Lover: Cold bitch, but is it any surprise, really?
Friends: what are those?
Associates:
Authority: Too quiet and keeps her head down, actually tries not to cause trouble but her presence will betray her every time
Strangers:
Enemies:
Post Mortem:
Creator:
Detailed Personality
In a word: Complicated.
On the surface, Sigyn is cold, quiet and irritable. Foul-tempered and mean-spirited, the tall archer almost seems like she's waiting for the chance to rip someone apart, just as her actual appearance might suggest. She acts unapproachable and wears resentment and bitterness on her sleeve boldly. She comes across as having a strict, no-nonsense attitude with no sense of humor whatsoever. (The humor is actually there under the surface, but very few people will ever get to see it.)
So far as Sigyn seems to be concerned, the less people that make her suffer through being social, the better.
Prickly and stubborn, talking with Sigyn is rather like trying to pet a cactus. She's all barbed tongue and generally doesn't take kindly to being disturbed. She'll be formal enough if needed, but most superiors would probably rather not deal with her sharp tongue and harsh manner. (Again, just the way Sigyn likes it.) Despite her brusqueness and gruff, no-nonsense manner, she does what she's told and legitimately tries not to cause any more trouble than is needed, which for Sigyn is "none" so she does try to keep her head down and not cause any more trouble than her presence normally does.
If one can manage to dig through the prickly, high-strung exterior, they will find a wounded soul beneath. What is known to very few outside of her immediate family, Sigyn used to care, and she used to be a genuinely decent person to be around. After her resurrection and the events that have followed, however, things have changed quite drastically. She was brought back in a wave of sheer agony, against her will. When she finally managed to limp her way out of the place she'd been in and made her way to her family, she found herself a stranger to them. After 17 years, they barely knew each other. Two sisters were nowhere to be found, the one remaining was a cripple and Sigyn blamed herself for it. And seeing precisely how badly Ryker had been hurt just crushed Sigyn's heart. While she'd always been the outcast of the family due to her anti-omega abilities, she had never liked seeing others hurt. And Zeus may as well have had taken everything Ryker loved away from her.
Sigyn's fury is aimed purely at Zeus for what he did, but she also believes that she could've done more to save her sister. Her pride, wounded and torn to shreds, is still there, buried beneath the surface, and Sigyn knows she could've done better. She loathes her anti-omega abilities, and despite the thick layers of harshness she's used to protect herself, those closest to her will likely be able to see how much pain she is truly in. It is written in those long, lonely silences she is so fond of, and the flashes of temper when she feels that somebody is getting to close to her. The pain and grief and uncertainty of herself eat away at the prickly archer, and she's just been bottling it up inside, afraid to let anyone in to see it. Why should anyone give a damn about her, when her own uncontrollable anti-omega ability causes everyone she's ever come into contact with to try and strike her head from her shoulders? They shouldn't, in Sigyn's view. She hates seeing the pain she puts others through by simply being nearby, hated seeing the wretched misery on the faces of her own family members for something none of them had control over.
She sure as shit doesn't want to ever see that mix of pain and wrath on a friend's face, or the face of a goddamn child. Or worse -- a lover.
And if someone completely insane (because sane people would generally stay far, far away from Sigyn's fucked up everything) actually pursues her and manages to get in her pants? Sigyn is either extremely drunk or she respects the hell out of you. And you've got a very solid, surprisingly reliable partner for life. For those lucky few Sigyn can call friend, and lover by extension, Sigyn would die to save them. They will still have to deal with her black moods and short temper, but Sigyn will actually try not to distance herself or alienate someone. She'll make the effort to not make them feel like shit - a sign that she truly cares for someone.
Sigyn isn't what one could call affectionate by any means, but she'll keep the harshness most are used to seeing from her in check, which isn't to say that she won't tell it like it is and call that person out for their bullshit if they need to hear it, because she can and absolutely will, but she'll be gentler about it -- far gentler than she would be to anyone else, ever. Her standard prickliness will be tempered with the occasional act of kindness, and one that's managed to make it this far would know that they have her complete trust, or as much trust as the injured stray that is Sigyn is capable of giving.
On the surface, Sigyn is cold, quiet and irritable. Foul-tempered and mean-spirited, the tall archer almost seems like she's waiting for the chance to rip someone apart, just as her actual appearance might suggest. She acts unapproachable and wears resentment and bitterness on her sleeve boldly. She comes across as having a strict, no-nonsense attitude with no sense of humor whatsoever. (The humor is actually there under the surface, but very few people will ever get to see it.)
So far as Sigyn seems to be concerned, the less people that make her suffer through being social, the better.
Prickly and stubborn, talking with Sigyn is rather like trying to pet a cactus. She's all barbed tongue and generally doesn't take kindly to being disturbed. She'll be formal enough if needed, but most superiors would probably rather not deal with her sharp tongue and harsh manner. (Again, just the way Sigyn likes it.) Despite her brusqueness and gruff, no-nonsense manner, she does what she's told and legitimately tries not to cause any more trouble than is needed, which for Sigyn is "none" so she does try to keep her head down and not cause any more trouble than her presence normally does.
If one can manage to dig through the prickly, high-strung exterior, they will find a wounded soul beneath. What is known to very few outside of her immediate family, Sigyn used to care, and she used to be a genuinely decent person to be around. After her resurrection and the events that have followed, however, things have changed quite drastically. She was brought back in a wave of sheer agony, against her will. When she finally managed to limp her way out of the place she'd been in and made her way to her family, she found herself a stranger to them. After 17 years, they barely knew each other. Two sisters were nowhere to be found, the one remaining was a cripple and Sigyn blamed herself for it. And seeing precisely how badly Ryker had been hurt just crushed Sigyn's heart. While she'd always been the outcast of the family due to her anti-omega abilities, she had never liked seeing others hurt. And Zeus may as well have had taken everything Ryker loved away from her.
Sigyn's fury is aimed purely at Zeus for what he did, but she also believes that she could've done more to save her sister. Her pride, wounded and torn to shreds, is still there, buried beneath the surface, and Sigyn knows she could've done better. She loathes her anti-omega abilities, and despite the thick layers of harshness she's used to protect herself, those closest to her will likely be able to see how much pain she is truly in. It is written in those long, lonely silences she is so fond of, and the flashes of temper when she feels that somebody is getting to close to her. The pain and grief and uncertainty of herself eat away at the prickly archer, and she's just been bottling it up inside, afraid to let anyone in to see it. Why should anyone give a damn about her, when her own uncontrollable anti-omega ability causes everyone she's ever come into contact with to try and strike her head from her shoulders? They shouldn't, in Sigyn's view. She hates seeing the pain she puts others through by simply being nearby, hated seeing the wretched misery on the faces of her own family members for something none of them had control over.
She sure as shit doesn't want to ever see that mix of pain and wrath on a friend's face, or the face of a goddamn child. Or worse -- a lover.
And if someone completely insane (because sane people would generally stay far, far away from Sigyn's fucked up everything) actually pursues her and manages to get in her pants? Sigyn is either extremely drunk or she respects the hell out of you. And you've got a very solid, surprisingly reliable partner for life. For those lucky few Sigyn can call friend, and lover by extension, Sigyn would die to save them. They will still have to deal with her black moods and short temper, but Sigyn will actually try not to distance herself or alienate someone. She'll make the effort to not make them feel like shit - a sign that she truly cares for someone.
Sigyn isn't what one could call affectionate by any means, but she'll keep the harshness most are used to seeing from her in check, which isn't to say that she won't tell it like it is and call that person out for their bullshit if they need to hear it, because she can and absolutely will, but she'll be gentler about it -- far gentler than she would be to anyone else, ever. Her standard prickliness will be tempered with the occasional act of kindness, and one that's managed to make it this far would know that they have her complete trust, or as much trust as the injured stray that is Sigyn is capable of giving.
Birth & Death
Birth Name: Sigyn
Birth Date: ??? (92,750,000 years ago)
Birth Length:
Birth Weight:
Birth Place: Tartarus
Manner of Birth: Keres and Aaron having one hell of a relationship
First Word(s):
Death Date: ?? (52,500,000 years ago - aged 23, originally)
Death Place: Mount Olympus (originally)
Manner of Death: Disemboweled, set on fire, and had the blood (along with various other things, like organs) literally boiled out of her - slowly. Sigyn actually stayed alive for longer than any of her family realized, and needless to say the nightmares are very, very vivid. (originally)
Resting Place: A long-since destroyed crypt in an old forest (originally)
Last Words:
Resurrection Date: ?? (22,750,000 years ago - aged 40 -17 years later)
Resurrection Cause: An insane mage in service to Zeus, supposedly as a recruit for his army which was flatly rejected by Sigyn, true motives unknown
Birth Date: ??? (92,750,000 years ago)
Birth Length:
Birth Weight:
Birth Place: Tartarus
Manner of Birth: Keres and Aaron having one hell of a relationship
First Word(s):
Death Date: ?? (52,500,000 years ago - aged 23, originally)
Death Place: Mount Olympus (originally)
Manner of Death: Disemboweled, set on fire, and had the blood (along with various other things, like organs) literally boiled out of her - slowly. Sigyn actually stayed alive for longer than any of her family realized, and needless to say the nightmares are very, very vivid. (originally)
Resting Place: A long-since destroyed crypt in an old forest (originally)
Last Words:
Resurrection Date: ?? (22,750,000 years ago - aged 40 -17 years later)
Resurrection Cause: An insane mage in service to Zeus, supposedly as a recruit for his army which was flatly rejected by Sigyn, true motives unknown
Detailed History
Born to Keres (the Greek spirit of violent death, daughter of Nyx, sister to Thanatos and Moirai among others) and Aaron (A half-Seranaean Ascendant, a powerful blood mage, conceived when Loki (that would be Loki the trickster god, yes) somehow crossed from Aasgard into Seranaea, and later on Aaron crossed into Olympus) it's honestly surprising how Mercy and her three sisters made it out of childhood alive and mostly unscathed. Mercy was the eldest of the four, Sigyn and Ryker were born shortly after, and Runa was born last, though Sigyn was the weakest of the four.
Pregnancy had been harsh on Keres, who was used to fighting and living a more uhh, "active" lifestyle than she was to being watched over like a hawk and bedrest. Sigyn was born with the rather unfortunate "ability" to make everyone attack her almost on-sight. To try and end her existence was instinct for almost everyone. Including her parents. Luckily (or unluckily) Mercy had been born with the exact opposite power. For Mercy, people almost immediately calmed down when in her presence, and it was instinct to try and protect her. Naturally, the two conflicted with each other.
Their powers, uncontrollable at such a young age and having manifested in the womb were the reason why Keres would have killed them all the second they were born. She is a spirit of violent death, after all, it was in her nature to kill the weak and the strong alike. And that meant her children too, much as she fought the urge. Aaron, their father, was of a different mindset though. He watched and hovered over them all protectively, using his own magic to help Keres keep her composure, using physical force to restrain her when necessary. They both loved their children, but parenting and the struggle to not kill Sigyn (whose power only grew as time wore on, threatening to crush Keres' already fragile mental stability) and the rest of her children (and this is why violent-death spirits shouldn't have kids) was utterly draining. They separated for a while, Keres retreating in silence to find some peace in the night where Nyx ruled, and generally left the raising of the four whelps to Aaron. Poor, exhausted Aaron.
From the moment Sigyn was able to hold a weapon, Aaron was on her, training her in self-defense. Sigyn showed little skill with one-handed swords and daggers, and even less skill with a shield or any two-handed melee weapons, much to Aaron's pain. Sigyn, despite her powers, just wasn't a fighter, and practically cringed in fear at the prospect of training, or family... or pretty much everything that didn't involve her being alone, pretty much. Aaron though, wasn't going to let his daughter get away with that though, and gods be damned, she was going to be able to defend herself, and kill, if he had to beat it into her.
Things clicked for Sigyn when they were out hunting one day. She turned out to be an excellent shot with a bow. Having always shied back from getting close to things, it turned out that staying at range and picking off targets from afar was very much her thing. Aaron actually called upon an old centaur to help in Sigyn's training, as while violent beasts, they were still the best archers in the realm at this point unless one felt like paying a visit to the gods themselves, and Aaron had zero doubts about how that would go for either him or his daughter.
Sigyn became quite comfortable with a bow, her natural alertness and keen eye for movement making things easier, and for a time she even grew to enjoy sparring with her father and the old centaur, as Aaron, who fought with sword and shield mainly, couldn't get too close to her to inflict those heavy-handed yet tempered blows she'd come to hate.
As both Sigyn's and Mercy's power grew, they and their siblings manifested other abilities too. For Mercy, it was shapeshifting. For Ryker, it was being able to command and control elemental spirits. Runa became a powerful sorcerer, above all having skill in pyromancy. Sigyn nullified magic. It seems she was destined to just make Aaron's day. (And Runa's, and Ryker's. Mercy and Keres at least could deal without their own shapeshifting abilities for a time.)
Regardless, Aaron tried his best to give his children as much of a "normal" childhood as they could get with the constant fighting, the Greek gods sticking their noses where they didn't belong and plotting war with Heaven (Which Aaron gracefully kept his kids out of, the same could not be said of Keres, who had no choice in the matter.) He did a pretty decent job, all things considered. Ryker and Runa, being mages like him, were undoubtedly spoiled the most, but Mercy and Sigyn never lacked for anything either, except for maybe some maternal love on Sigyn's part. (Well, sisterly love too. She never did get along well with anyone, and would often slip off to be alone and avoid troubling them. Sigyn would rather be alone than endure her father's silent, non-complaining torment and that of her sisters as they struggled to stay calm around her.)
When they were older, around 12 or 13, Keres came out of her shell a bit more. All four were able to hold their own and Keres, no longer emotionally and mentally exhausted and filled with raging hormones, had a much easier time keeping a clearer head. She still had to be careful around Sigyn and the two would only grow more distant throughout the years, but at least she could spend time with her other daughters and her mate again. By the time she finally started connecting with her family though, the girls were pretty self-sustaining and were fairly mature already.
Mercy in particular, hunted and fended for herself for the most part, never really troubling her parents with much other than the worry that she'd get into something she shouldn't, or that she'd get hurt. Sigyn too, was quite self-sufficient and more than capable of taking care of herself, even moreso than Mercy. Ryker and Runa wee too, but Sigyn had the unquestionable advantage over them all.
Puberty hit Mercy and her sisters at the age of 13, and when it hit, it hit hard. All four of them grew breasts, naturally. Mercy, despite being the tallest out of all her siblings, wasn't particularly well-endowed, and she wasn't that well-endowed in other areas either. She did grow into curves though, along with a growth spurt of a good 7 inches at least. Mercy, once graceful and coordinated, turned into a damn horse as her limbs were suddenly far too long for her body and it made her into an uncoordinated mess for quite a while, though she eventually did recover after a few months. Of course, Ryker and Runa teased her lightly about it, and even Sigyn joined in a time or two, though Sigyn too grew taller, if not quite as tall as Mercy, and not quite as fast.
Sigyn lost the soft black down on her wings as her wings grew in size and her plumage grew in, Red began to emerge in small bits of her feathers, the effect dark and sinister. Her wings were opposite of Mercy's, whose plumage was the palest in the family. Aaron had black wings shot through with strands of glowing red aether and Sigyn's wings were almost a copy of his, though the red was much darker, foreboding, almost. Ryker's wings were also dark, though the purple and black feathers bore bright markings, eyes and spotting and barring in colorful lighter purples and faint golds. Runa's wings were sky blue, broken up by silver and white banding and darker blue barring on the primaries, similar to her mother's wings, which were white with blue barring. Mercy's wings were pale, white with silver barring.
Aaron and Keres both taught their kids to fly, and it was Ryker who first managed to flap her wings and soar. Runa and Sigyn followed quickly after, while Mercy was hesitant and almost afraid. Sigyn attempted to help her, though it was actually Keres who got through to her first.
While Sigyn had been the fastest of their sisters so far, Mercy learned quickly once she got over her fear and was able to quickly surpass her sisters in speed and agility. Later on, she'd surpass her parents, too and come to even enjoy flying, And of course, Sigyn and Runa teased poor Mercy relentlessly about it. Mercy was initially quite bothered by it, but eventually, she began to joke around and fire right back at both of them, getting over most of her bitterness at not being the first to fly.
And of course, along with puberty came a very sharp, very fast increase in power for all four girls. Mercy learned to take a wider variety of shapes and even learned to shift specific parts of her body, while keeping the rest of her body in another form entirely. Mercy's ability to calm and sooth others grows as well, to the point where she was able to calm someone in a rage, given enough time. Using her power at first was quite exhausting though, and it took practice to control. Sigyn's power grows as well, though instead of soothing calm it was burning rage and violence. The desire to hurt was strong in even more docile creatures, and Mercy was able to get in a lot of practice controlling her own abilities while trying to keep her godforsaken sister out of harm's way. Keres abruptly became distant and aloof once more, and tensions strained as the area in which magic is nullified around Sigyn also grows a bit more. Runa in particular kept away from Sigyn more and more as she struggled with her own abilities. She was able to create raging infernos and keep even Mercy locked in place with powerful roots and snares. Ryker's abilities were also magical in origin, as she was able to cast powerful spells to disable her enemies and summon ferocious elemental spirits to do her bidding. And both sorcerers were utterly helpless when near Sigyn, being physically weaker and relying on spells. Sigyn tried to avoid them, so she wound up mostly sparring with Mercy, or Aaron, if she sparred at all. Despite her scarred figure and devastating skill with the bow in combat, the girl still hated violence, and even more she hated her abilities, growing yet stronger.
Mercy's power to calm those around her grew, and people began calling it the power of the Omega. Eventually, the name would become a nickname for Mercy. Naturally, Sigyn's power became known as Anti-Omega, though she was more often called "wretch" or other, worse things. Sigyn hated every moment of it, and became quiet and distant once more.
Sigyn grew tall, much like Mercy, although her growth spurt was far less dramatic. She finally grew to be an inch shorter than her sister, and if it weren't for the already copious amount of scarring along Sigyn's arms, along with the different wings and Sigyn's much wavier, thicker hair, it might have been hard to tell the two of them apart. Sigyn grew quieter and even more reserved too, often staying away from her family for longer periods of time. She'd spar with Mercy, and her skill at the bow only improved as far as that went. She could pin the faster, more agile swift by a wing, in flight from the back of a cantering horse or while staying still herself. Aaron and the old centaur had taught her well, it seemed.
At 18, Sigyn, much like Mercy and her father, was ill-satisfied with Zeus' budding war with The Creator. Sigyn kept out of it, already battle-weary and having no taste for violence as it was. By this point, her body had accumulated many scars and she'd come fairly close to death quite a few times, as the marks on her throat and stomach could testify. Her vocal chords were mostly intact, too (not for long) and the youth wouldn't have minded finding a cave somewhere to be alone for the rest of her life.
No such luck, obviously.
A few years later, Mercy meets a man of Nordic descent. Ouroboros, and despite initial tensions between him and Sigyn, the two of them actually manage to not kill eachother. Sigyn honestly is still slightly perplexed as to why she went along with the two, making the lives of most mages hell on earth, but she did. And she... Enjoyed it. And that terrified her, shades of her insane mother showing through.
While back in Olympus (Both Mercy and Sigyn are spending less and less time there as Zeus' temper continues to worsen as he has officially lost the war with Heaven) the group encounters a large black dog with blue eyes. Ice blue eyes, with a spark of mischief to them. The dog begins following Mercy and the group around, causing some minor trouble and generally being a minor annoyance to them. The dog is also silent, not barking or growling or whining, but rather just generally getting in the way of things.
Upon seeing the group's mysterious black dog, Aaron recognizes him, and as Sigyn no longer cares to be within earshot of her parents, Aaron very casually says something, a flicker of magic pulsing around him. Whatever he says, the dog shifts and becomes a man. A very tall man, with skin even paler than Mercy's, and hair just as black as both hers and her father's, and the same icy blue eyes that skipped Aaron to show in his daughter instead.
The dog-turned-man revealed himself to be Loki, who Sigyn flatly ignored. Her opinion of the gods at this point translates to "the less I see them, the better." Granted, that's become her general view of anyone, and has continued to stick even to present-day.
By the age of 23 Mercy was becoming much more skilled with her rapier and parrying dagger, and similar to her friend Oros the Gyre, she too began experimenting with duel-wielding two daggers as well. While Sigyn could snipe at things from a distance with her bow, Mercy and Oros became a dangerous, lethal tag-team, striking fast and silent to end their foes with practiced ease. Several of the gods that had been defeated in their failed war against Heaven actually asked if they would consider assassinating certain key people for them. Mercy and Sigyn, and by extension Oros, refused.
Sigyn began to slowly drift away from her sister and the Gyre as well, once more retreating into her shell as her already tenuous control over her own abilities began to waver, sparking violence wherever she went. Eventually, not even Mercy could suppress it and the two sisters continued to grow further apart.
At the same time, Zeus was beginning to notice that Mercy and her sisters had matured. Ryker in particular had been drop-dead gorgeous at the time, with her auburn hair, silver eyes and a softer face than her sisters. She was considered petite for her family, and definitely had the curves of a woman. Her vibrant wings only added to it, and Zeus being well... Zeus, he made it a point to make a move on her.
And Ryker refused him. Zeus pressed the issue, as the gods are naturally not used to not getting what they want, and Ryker wound up making a mockery of him. They fought, and Ryker forced him into a state of fear, and with the help of an old wind spirit she pretty much put a stop to Zeus' advances for that particular moment. The fight was brief, but left Zeus defeated and the old storm god was enraged. First he had been defeated by a legion of The Creator's young whelps, denied what was rightfully his (in his mind, at least) and now he was defeated by a single female. With magic.
Zeus would punish them all for this, to him (and Hera) what Ryker had done was unforgivable, and a direct challenge. He vowed to kill all four sisters, and Aaron. The only reason Keres was spared was because Nyx was a being to be feared, even by the other gods, and she did not tolerate her children being attacked. (Her grandchildren were a different matter apparently.)
Zeus struck hard and fast, with Hera backing him. Mercy and her sisters came to Ryker's defense, of course, Sigyn keeping as far a distance as she dared to allow Ryker and Runa to use their magic, and allowing Mercy to shift if she needed to while she fired arrows from afar. Outraged, Keres too, would have joined the fight had Nyx and Thanatos not restrained her. Aaron joined, the bloodmage clad in his bloody plate and magic sword and shield, the red aether in his wings blazing a bright trail where they passed.
Ryker summoned a wind spirit to aid her flight as Zeus had created strong winds and lashing rain, as was only natural for a storm god. The wind spirit calmed the winds around her, creating a mini eye of the storm, sort of, and it allowed Ryker and Runa to focus on casting their spells. Zeus, in his anger, threw a lightning bolt at the pair, only for it to be mostly absorbed through the magical shield they had been sustaining. The shield shattered under the blow though, leaving Ryker with some minor burns.
Out of sheer rage, Zeus turned his eyes on Ryker's spirit, sending a barrage of magic at it. The spirit crumpled under the pressure, and even as Ryker tried to heal it, it died, leaving fragments of solid carbon in it's wake. Ryker was momentarily stunned and unable to move at all due to the shock of the spirit's mind being ripped from her. Aaron and Mercy flew in front of her, physically shielding Ryker from another lightning bolt, and suffering some nasty burns in the process.
Ryker Feared Zeus, and combined with a powerful spell was able to heal herself a bit before being struck by the second lightning bolt. Hera was hanging back, her lips moving quietly as she whispered the incantation to a spell, her hands glowing. The result was a fiery tornado that forced Mercy away from the battle, suffering fairly severe burns. (The burns would heal up well enough, though Mercy's wing would be disfigured, the primary feathers becoming blackened permanently.)
Runa created a high-powered shield that took all of her concentration to maintain, and Ryker took the opportunity to stand behind it and summon another spirit... This beast was much larger, though... And in the form of a giant sapphire-and-black-scaled dragon. The dragon gave a roar and spat blue-white flame, hovering between Ryker and Zeus.
The next blow Zeus dealt would completely shatter one of Ryker's wings. Mercy and the dragon both made a run for her. The dragon reached it's master first, though, and with Mercy's help Ryker didn't fall to her death right then and there.
On dragonback, Ryker feared Zeus again, and launched a fury of spells at him even as the dragon extended it's neck and spat flame at the storm god.
Mercy and Aaron weaved in and out, dodging Sigyn's arrows as they slashed at the enraged god. Hera let out a high, ear-piercing shriek as she sent a ball of magic hurtling at the three, shattering Mercy's shoulder in the process.
Zeus and Hera spun then, using the powerful winds to their advantage and pushing both Mercy and Aaron back with a wall of bright flame. They then pooled their power into a joint spell that crashing into Ryker. The impact alone would be enough to down the dragon and shatter most of Ryker's bones, along with silencing her, cutting off any healing she might have been able to do. Ryker landed on the wet grass in a pool of water and blood, the dragon crouched protectively over her. The dragon threw back it's head and screamed a blast of sound that actually broke the sound barrier, shattering eardrums and forcing everybody on the field still. The dragon's power was enough to knock Ryker and Hera unconscious, and deafen Mercy for almost a week. The sound reached Sigyn, far off as she was, and her eardrums shattered from the impact, while she bled from both eyes and nose.
Zeus somehow, somehow managed to recover and lunged for the incapacitated archer. She died in a pool of her own blood, but lived just long enough to see Mercy stumble unsteadily to her feet and bleeding from the various wounds she had sustained.... Or so her sisters had thought.
Sigyn lived for much longer than any of her sisters realized, and to this day she hasn't spoken a word about it. Zeus, enraged, disemboweled the archer, who had been blinded by the blood running from her eyes. Sigyn was also set on fire, but it wasn't the smoke or the flame that was her death in the end, no. Her blood and guts were literally boiled out of her. Slow, excruciating, agonizing way to go. Sigyn lost consciousness, and still she's unsure of what happened to her after that.
She didn't open her eyes for the next 17 years.
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Someone was calling her name, softly whispering in her ear. Wait... Her? How...? He felt wrong, she it was, then.
She couldn’t make out what the voice was saying, and she was growing annoyed by it’s buzzing. “Go away.” she tried to snap at the voice, but she found that she had no voice, no way of telling that stranger otherness to let her rest in peace. Who was she? Where was she? Was she dead, or alive? What was she? The nameless, faceless sleeper didn’t know, the greater part of what remained of her subconscious didn’t wish to know.
Still, the voice persisted, seeming to increase in volume only slightly. "Death... Is not the end..." The sleeper tried to snarl at it in frustration. Leave me be. The voice seemed to laugh at her, and persisted on, nagging at her, calling her name. Trying to get her to wake up. Why? The sleeper growled at it again, Let me sleep. But the voice persisted.
“Sigyn, rise.” The faceless voice again. Was it talking to her? Bugger off. She tried to tell it, go away. Now. Almost as soon as the sleeper's thoughts became clear, they vanished.
“Stubborn wretch... To me, Sigyn. Rise, my child. Rise!”
The sleeper rose, a large bow in it's hands, poised to shoot. It was still faceless, still skeletal, but that would change in due time. The sleeper lurched unsteadily to it's feet, or what passed as feet. Clumsy and unrefined, it's movements were uncoordinated and jerky as lightning flickered along the pale body.
The sleeper fired it's bow with a soundless cry.
"No!" The necromancer cried, and the faceless sleeper fell.
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Slowly, awareness crept in, the sleeper struggled to fight it, struggled to remain just that, a nameless, faceless sleeper. But awareness continued to coil and twist, forcing her conscience awake. The feeling that she was laying on her back, laying on something cold and uncomfortable beneath her slowly crept in. Pain too, agony burning its way through her very core. Once the sleeper noticed it, it was everywhere. Inescapable. The sleeper twisted, tried to curl away from it on pure instinct, but the pain remained no matter how hard she wished it away.
At last, the sleeper opened her mouth. And screamed.
As it turned out, screaming was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Her voice cut off in a choked rasp, fire seeming to coat her dry, raw throat.
A quiet chuckle sounded, its pitch oddly familiar. The voice, from... Where? It was so familiar...
"At last! Stubborn wretch." The voice said, ill-concealed amusement clear in its deep tones.
"Wh..." The sleeper struggled to form the words. She couldn't see, she was barely aware of some sort of movement to her right, and the hard surface she was laying on. Stone...?
"Sigyn. Focus on my voice. You're hurt, these burns are the worst I've ever encountered." Burns? What burns? Confusion dulled her senses, made her drowsy, so drowsy... Sleep had been nice, and quiet. Peaceful. Why did this... this... somebody have to awaken her?
"You were injured a great deal in that fight... Can you open your eyes?" Sigyn struggled, but her eyes felt like they were glued shut. Couldn't they just remain shut? Sleep tugged at her, even as pain forced her awake.
A hand against Sigyn's shoulder. The touch was pure agony. "Be still, you need healing..." Warmth radiated from the invisible hand, the pain slowly began to fade. Sigyn was finally becoming aware of the rest of her body.
Gingerly, she lifted a hand. It hurt. How did it hurt? What was wrong with he--
Without warning, vision. A raging storm overhead. A dragon stood snarling over a prone form, it's body and wings shattered. Another form, shadowy, struggling to rise from the ground, familiar sickle-shaped wings spread and spattered with blood.
Fire, lightning, blood... Her blood, boiling. She'd seen this before. Somewhere... where...? Sigyn struggled to remember, her thoughts scattered from her like butterflies, though.
No, she hadn't seen it... She'd lived it. Fear shot through her then, bringing with it a burst of adrenaline. Sigyn jerked upright, arms wrapping around her knees where she sat, the vision fading away slowly, leaving a blurry, red-tinged gloom in it's wake. She blinked, it was agony. But the blur remained. Hesitantly, Sigyn lifted a trembling hand to rub at her eyes. They felt raw, blood streaked the side of her hand where she'd rubbed at them.
"You don't have to remember it... Zeus can erase it all, you know." The voice again. Sigyn turned her head sharply upon hearing the familiar name... Too sharply. Pain exploded in her head, her vision flooding with black and red spots for a moment.
"...easy... you've... out... 17 years..." Ears ringing, Sigyn could barely make out the words, but she got the gist of it. Slowly she lifted her head, something now dripped from her nose... Blood? Yes, blood.
Green eyes seemed to glow in the dim light in front of her. Sigyn struggled to focus on them, her head swimming. Red hair. Dark robes and... A staff? It glowed, the pale purple-ish light was soothing, almost. Sigyn's gaze was drawn to it. Something told her that it was wrong. A staff shouldn't be glowing like this around here -- around her -- that much she was certain of.
Sigyn's head swam and she grimaced.
"Wh... Who are... you?" Sigyn managed to cough after several moments, pain making itself known through every movement once more. The acrid taste of blood filled her mouth - she wanted to vomit.
"I am not important." The stranger said, his tone soothing. It made Sigyn bristle on reflex, This was terribly, terribly wrong, and she could feel it in her bones. She'd been... what, sleeping? Dead? for the past however long. She shouldn't be here, and neither should this sorcerer.
"What do you want?" Sigyn growled, throat burning.
"Come, serve the true God. He only wants the best for his subjects, you know." The mage said, "I breathed life into you by His will. This is your chance to begin anew."
Rage and pain twisted in Sigyn like a dagger. "I'd rather die a thousand deaths, than serve the likes of you." She hissed.
Gods, every movement hurt. Breathing hurt, speaking hurt, even staying still hurt.
The stranger gave a heavy sigh. "You are still wounded, you are blinded by pain... Come the morrow you'll be able to see clearly."
He made a move to grab her, Sigyn jerked away unsteadily with another hiss. "Get away from me."
"You need to rest, heal."
"I would rather remain dead!"
"Shh, you've missed so much of your life... You're delusional. Rest, Sigyn." He made a move for her again, and this time the wounded girl was far too slow. A feeling of sudden lightness came over her, and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
The necromancer lifted his head and smirked. "One." He said softly.
Somewhere above, where the gods walked, the thunder god called Zeus gave a low chuckle.
When next Sigyn woke, it was to find the necromancer seemingly gone, her extensive injuries mostly healed. The necromancer had given her a bedroll, upon which she currently lay. She'd been clothed too - simple roughspun. The thought that she'd been completely out and didn't remember a thing of being moved or touched was very disconcerting.
Her wounds had been mostly healed, but Sigyn still felt as if she'd been crushed beneath a giant's boot, and she was weak, painfully, obviously weak, as she would come to find out as she slowly struggled to stand and take in her surroundings - something she had not had the chance to do when so blinded by pain earlier.
She had been left on what appeared to be the outside of what looked to be a crypt or tomb of some sort. Hers, maybe? Sigyn almost wanted to take a look, if only to satisfy her own curiosity, but she could barely take even a single step before stumbling to her knees with a muffled thud, agony shooting through her legs and up her spine.
A voice in the back of Sigyn's cloudy mind said that she should rest, and let her body recover a bit more. The girl would have listened to the voice too, but how in the nine bloody realms could her body do any sort of healing on it's own? She was nauseous, and there weren't any magical apples around that she could just eat and get both an energy boost and the much-needed healing she needed if she was going to survive.
...Or maybe... Maybe she wasn't meant to survive. The peace that she had known for... what, 17 years? in death had been the only peace she'd ever known.
But what of that necromancer came back? He'd said she needed to heal and rest, but... Sigyn could not and would not trust him.
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Sigyn would move from that spot... Eventually. After being too physically ill to do little move than vomit for nearly a week, the necromancer finally decided to show up once more, bringing with him healing spells (How they somehow worked on the magical null still perplexes Sigyn to this day) and magical apples that restored strength and vitality.
Of course, he'd try to persuade Sigyn to join the ranks of Zeus' followers again, but the resurrected archer turned him down and beat a hasty retreat the second she was strong enough to walk. It might not have been the wisest choice, given how weak she still was, but Sigyn refused to sit still any longer and she rejected the company of the necromancer, and to this day she curses his name to the winds for her resurrection.
After a bit of work, Sigyn found herself curled up in the massive branches of a tree one day, trying to decide where to go next. She'd seen er father and one of her sisters from afar and was far too uncertain to decide to approach or not. Instinct whispered that she shouldn't, that they had been living their lives without her for the past 17 years. They had moved on, neither mage would have a strong desire to see her.
...They were also family, and Ryker was quite visibly in a lot of pain. Aaron too, looked a lot older than he had when she'd seen him last, his face finally showing some of his years, it seemed.
Sigyn paused, taking a breath. She was still weak, would have no chance to flee if her anti-omega ability flared and they attacked her. She'd made the decision long ago to never raise a hand against her family and she intended to stick to that.
Maybe she'd made a noise, or maybe she'd been spotted by Aaron's piercing silver gaze. In either case, the pair began making their way towards Sigyn.
Reluctantly, Sigyn uncurled from where she sat, fully prepared to leave. Aaron, for having the wings of a swift, was built more for strength than speed. And Ryker, once she got close, was obviously never going to fly again. She couldn't imagine having her own wing twisted and bent like that. Sigyn wondered if the injuries her sister had suffered were from that last vision she had had before everything went dark...
That first encounter turned out to be awkward and dredged up a lot of unwanted memories for all three of them. Both sisters were pretty shaken, having believed the other dead for millennia. The task of explaining the things that had gone down had fallen on Aaron, and so he reluctantly told Sigyn of what had happened. Hearing how her sister was being made to suffer cemented Sigyn's own hate of Zeus, and likewise seeing Sigyn's scarred and thin face again reaffirmed Ryker's and Aaron's hate for him. Despite the shared animosity, each side was plagued by the grim realization that things had changed. Sigyn had been dead for 17 years and Ryker and Aaron had been alive. They'd had to have moved on, right?
They had, and the two were understandably wary as Sigyn should have still been dead. Even then she was still half a corpse, her skin unnaturally pale even for her and her body was thin, grey eyes clouded and scratched. The necromancer, whoever he'd been, had healed Sigyn just enough to restore her sight completely, but the scratched corneas and other scars would remain to constantly remind Sigyn of what she was and turn others away from her.
Awkward encounter aside, both Ryker and Aaron tried to help the lost wretch as best they could. and for Sigyn it was entirely too much social contact and mental stimulation. Her response was to just shut down entirely, retreating into herself and becoming more quiet and distant than she had ever been before. She was a shivering ball of pure misery, but fuck if she was going to drag her family down with her.
Sigyn left during one dark night, leaving a very gruff-reading note telling poor Aaron not to bother looking for her among other things. Sigyn can't even remember what was in the note now, but whatever it was must have been harsh, as she hasn't spoken to her little sister or her father for more than a decade now.
Sigyn wander the far-flung and hard-to-get-to places on Olympus, generally making it a point to avoid anything that could talk. Staying with Aaron and Ryker had allowed her to gain much of her former strength, and while she still tired much easier than she had before, and her monstrosity of a recurve bow felt heavier in her hands, she was still capable of providing for herself and stay clear of most things.
Her anti-omega had been quite weakened too, and for a good while after Sigyn's resurrection it left her in relative peace, or as close to peace as one of Sigyn's background could get.
The magical null ability hadn't made a return either, part of the reason Sigyn had been healed so fast. Aaron - a powerful bloodmage and healer in his own right - had taken up where the necromancer had left off. Aaron couldn't take away the scarring, but Sigyn wasn't living in agony at least.
Unfortunately for Sigyn, her natural defenses to magic hadn't kicked in, and this of course left her wide open to magical attack and mental attacks too.
Her favorite necromancer had managed to track her down, and Sigyn was already depressed and mentally exhausted as it was. Combined with his own insidious words and wit, he knew precisely the buttons to push, the exact nerves to pull at to mentally break her. She'd unknowingly managed to break from his mental control before, during the resurrection process, but now had no recollection of those events. The necromancer's mental attack came entirely without warning, and Sigyn didn't have the chance to even put up a fight before she was subdued and under his full control.
With the necromancer's overpowering thoughts and mental presence in her head, Sigyn was basically relegated to a back seat in her own body. She had no control over her own movements, but she was forced to look on as he spoke in her voice, acted through her hands, and saw through her eyes. Sigyn is fairly sure that the necromancer thoroughly enjoyed controlling her and forcing her to act against her will, and his will subverting her own at every chance really took it's toll on her. Being possessed and controlled... it screws with the mind in unspeakable ways, until you don't know reality or yourself.
The necromancer made Sigyn kill innocents, to feed off of the power that their death generated. He forced her into acts of both necrophilia and cannibalism, torture and even managed to make her brand her own cheek with a thunderbolt - a mark of slavery, property of Zeus himself. With that mark, he forced her into close proximity to the thunder god, who was bent on torturing er for everything she was worth. All the while, Sigyn's hatred and fear grew. She wished to scream and cry in pain and turn to someone... anyone for answers or comfort or maybe both. But of course, she found no one there, and by the time Zeus was able to secure an oath of loyalty from her (under duress, technically, with the necromancer riding her mind) Sigyn's mind had been so shattered that she could no longer tell the truth from the false. As a result her memory of this time is quite murky to this day, but she remembers quite clearly bits and pieces of it. Being beaten, being tortured, being thrown into a tiny, 8-by-8 cage, her wings so cramped and the claustrophobia setting in. Zeus, looming above her, the necromancer's thoughts pervading her own.
It could have been days later, or it could have been weeks, or hours, or months. It's easy to lose track of time, and with Sigyn's memory of that particular time period being so foggy...
Either way, she was eventually pulled out of that tiny, cramped cage one last time. Zeus had deemed Sigyn's suffering of no use, as news of it had never managed to reach what family she had... Or maybe they didn't care and left her to rot. Sigyn isn't sure of the answer and doesn't want to know.
The necromancer wanted to pull one last draw of power from her though, so it was decided that Sigyn would be tortured... to death, allowing the necromancer to feed of of her pain and suffering one last time. A reward for being his loyal servant. The torture was done in private, something for which Sigyn is at least grateful for. What she wasn't grateful for was being flayed alive, slowly. Hung upside-down, they started with Sigyn's backside. Sigyn, who had sat and bore her previous tortures and abuses in silence, finally screamed... Then choked. In a move pulled from the fabled nordic execution style reserved for nobles, they had pulled her ribs apart and pulled her lungs.
The sensation of her nerves being ripped from her was enough to make Sigyn's vision swim and make her cry out in sheer agony. Eventually, her screams faded and she quickly grew lightheaded and faint, but the necromancer forced her to remain conscious through the entire thing, feeding on her agony. The real Sigyn's mind, however, had checked out completely, and the moment the necromancer finally released his hold on her mind, she did pass out.
Te necromancer took her body, assuring Zeus he would dispose of her and make sure that that message got through to her family. He used his magic to keep Sigyn alive, but just barely as he made his way to the peak of a small mountain and left her in the cold, intending to finally slit her throat and give her soul up to Hades once more.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how one looks at the situation, he wasn't the only mage with a bone to pick prowling around the area. He was set upon and attacked by three giant elemental spirits. Earth, wind and fire. The necromancer dropped the body and fled, not wanting to fight against three of them at once.
When he had gone, a slender water spirit approached, together it and the earth spirit focused on healing Sigyn, still unconscious and looking very much like she was dead or close enough to it.
When Sigyn next awoke, it was in a small clearing, the large wind spirit curled up against her while the fire and earth spirits prowled around her, exuding fury. Sigyn had been stretched out on her back, which felt like it was on fire. Everything hurt, hurt a lot, and she was unable to even move. All she could do was lay there, with tears silently rolling down her scarred cheeks and her chin resting on her forearms until she fell asleep again in a haze of pain. The spirits looked on, slowly realizing that she hadn't even registered their presence.
Waking again, night had fallen and Sigyn still felt raw and as her nerves were on fire, but the pain seemed slightly dulled. Something warm pressed against her side, and Sigyn slowly turned er head to see what it was.
The wind spirit lay stretched out, back pressed against Sigyn's side, with Sigyn's outstretched wing covering her midsection. Her large, furry head rested on her dark paws near Sigyn's shoulder.
Gods above, moving hurt.
"Don't move." The voice sounded like the wind, and through the pain Sigyn recognized it as the spirit of wind itself. "You are weak, zaami qo." [Dovahzul: "My lightning slave"] The voice was oddly gentle, and though Sigyn couldn't make out the last part of her sentence, she got the distinct impression that the spirit was referring to her by title. Indeed, the spirit's ruby red eyes had flicked briefly to Sigyn's left cheek, where the lightning bolt had been branded in bright blue and white. She couldn't help the involuntary flinch when the spirit's uncanny gaze settled upon it.
"W..." Water Sigyn might have said, or Who are you? or Where am I? But she didn't have the voice to speak. Her throat felt so raw...
The spirit either understood what Sigyn was trying to say, or it was just that obvious, or maybe she'd anticipated it. Either way, water was brought, and Sigyn eventually found herself in an awkward sitting position, hot needles of pain rolling up her back and shooting through her chest and throat with every labored breath. Her vision was blurred and she was still dizzy, but the water and the cooler air radiating from the wind spirit did help.
Sigyn finally did manage to ask her questions, and the wind spirit answered readily enough. Her name was Venahviing - wind fury wing, in the spirit's language. At the name, Sigyn threw the old spirit a clearly startled look. Venahviing. Had she misheard? Was she truly losing what remained of her mind?
She'd seen Ryker's companion banished from her side before she fell, and she'd met Ryker already what seemed like ages ago. The spiritmaster had lost it all. Venahviing had to be dead, right? Having always been a magical null, Sigyn had never bothered to learn much of magic, despite coming from a family of mostly magic-users.
But no, the spirit confirmed. They were very much alive, chained to the land by their strong connection with Ryker, even severed as that connection might have been, the spirits could not and would not leave and would continue to guard her and hers with their lives if necessary. Venahviing explained how she'd found Sigyn being dragged through the forest by the necromancer, but could offer the archer nothing on what precisely had happened to her beforehand except that she was badly injured, the injuries focusing around her back and lungs - flayed, she'd practically snarled the word, and by the looks of it a slave having outlived her usefulness to her master, too, her deep red glare flicking to the lightning bolt symbol on Sigyn's cheek once more.
Piecing together some of her own memories with what the spirit had said allowed Sigyn to get a slightly clear picture of what had happened, at least. What Sigyn could remember made her gut twist, but it was what she couldn't remember that made the feeling ten times worse.
Under the careful guardianship of the spirits, Sigyn's recovery time from the physical wounds was short. She was able to leave them after a week of forced rest and near constant healing energy pouring from the water and earth spirits, who seemed utterly tireless in their efforts. However well they could heal over the blood loss and injuries and get her body to function, though, they couldn't heal everything. Sigyn would wake often to be unable to feel a limb or most of her body for several minutes. She'd often wake up nearly paralyzed by pain, her eyes were dry and itched and burned constantly, to even touch them was painful, let alone her flayed and healed back, or her wings, or the tangled mess of scars that were her throat. Sigyn's voice was often a strangled rasp, and speaking physically hurt more than ever for the scarred swift.
But while the spirits were able to get Sigyn up and walking and flying and her body mostly working, they couldn't heal her shatter mind. The archer always woke in a cold sweat, heart pounding in her chest and grey eyes glazed over, her body stiff with fear from the horrific nightmares that plagued her. Sometimes she remembered her dreams vividly, others not at all. She often cried out in her sleep, and usually fell asleep with tears silently rolling down her face. She was distant and closed off, and had began to view every act of kindness suspiciously. Paranoia was her friend, when she couldn't force herself to fall asleep, and the flashbacks and vivid memories that washed over her like a wave hounded her relentlessly.
Before Sigyn left, she quietly thanked the spirits, and asked their silence concerning her to their former spiritmaster. The spirits weren't thrilled, especially not about Sigyn requesting their silence, but even they had to relent. Sigyn wouldn't be on Olympus for long anyways, by the looks of things, and it was no secret to them that she would be avoiding any sort of civilization for as long as possible.
So Sigyn, left, and she wandered, keeping to the furthest reaches that were utterly inhospitable to humans and where even the gods didn't frequently go. She used her own dagger to skin her own cheek, carving out Zeus' brand in a wave of blood and pain. In part because that bright lightning bolt sigil would identify her immediately, but more because she couldn't stand to see the mark of her own slavery in every reflection, as it was yet another constant reminder of just how screwed up she was both mentally and physically. Removing the mark also meant she couldn't be tracked down unless someone knew exactly who she was, but the tell-tale scar of a brand being removed from her face would certainly alert anyone with the proper knowledge of such things that she was a slave in hiding.
The wound was jagged and irregularly shaped, and Sigyn cursed just about everything under the sun while making it, but by the gods, she was going to get it over with, pain be damned.
With her face already as scarred as it was, what was one more scar, anyways?
Some weeks later, the scarred female was in the northernmost regions of Olympus when a winged figure flew far too close for comfort.
Sigyn lifted her bow, poised to loose an arrow right into the traveller's throat. The traveller, clad in dark leather, froze, icy gaze wide.
It was an icy gaze Sigyn recognized, one she'd always recognize. That recognition shone in her own grey eyes, cloudy as they were.
"...Sigyn...?" Mercy's shock was evident, not that Sigyn could blame her sister. She felt the same way.
"Mercy." Sigyn managed quietly, pain searing her throat with the effort of speaking.
"We thought... You were buried..." Sigyn sighed, clearly, this encounter was just as uncomfortable for her sister as it was for her. "What happened?"
"One of Zeus' priests happened." Sigyn couldn't help the rowl, the fury lacing her words.
"Have you seen..." Mercy began to speak, but Sigyn abruptly cut her off.
"Ryker? Yes... He'll die, one way or another. Bastard." Sigyn spat, "Runa wants nothing to do with me, for the obvious reasons. Keres is nowhere in sight from what I've seen, and Aaron would have stabbed himself if he dared when I showed up." Sigyn continued bitterly.
"What the hell happened?" Sigyn's voice cracked, from physical pain or emotional pain, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was both.
"You've been dead for seventeen years, I should be asking you that, I think..." Even to Sigyn's ears her sister sounded every bit as desperate as she was. Such a weak attempt at humor... Sigyn ignored it, a throbbing ache slowly making itself known at her temples.
The archer closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled slowly, opening her eyes.
"Sorry." She muttered, slinging her bow across her back and straightening.
Mercy gave a laugh, but it was hollow to Sigyn's ears. "How long have you been alive, anyways?"
Sigyn sighed. Trust her sister to ask the one question she didn't want to answer. She could hardly tell her sister the truth, it would break her completely. Sigyn might have been gone for years, but Mercy was still Mercy, wearing her emotions on her sleeve and caring far too much for even Sigyn. And despite everything Sigyn told herself, she would not allow her sister to suffer on the knowledge of just how bad things had gotten for her.
"A... week? I think. Being dead for years messes with one's perception of time." The lie fell from her lips, and there was no turning back. The last part was said in a fickle attempt to lighten the mood, even if just for a moment.
"Sucks to be you, then." Sigyn would've thrown her arms around Mercy and hugged her to death for that. Trust the omega to take her bait.
The pair stuck it out for a couple days, but Sigyn's anti-omega ability had returned with a vengeance. Mercy, to her credit, stuck it out with her sister for some time, long enough for them to hunt down and kill the necromancer that had caused so much trouble, but it was only a matter or time before Mercy finally turned on Sigyn involuntarily, dual blades flashing.
It only took seeing Sigyn's blood so bright against her pale skin for Mercy to immediately step back, shaking her head as if dazed.
The two parted ways on the understanding that the next time they met, there would only be more blood spilled on both sides. That night, Sigyn lay awake, tears silently rolling down her face. She'd seen the same pain in Mercy's pale blue eyes, but they were both powerless in that fight. Her own ability was too strong for Mercy to withstand, and their abilities conflicted too, to drive whatever was near both of them insane. No good would come of them hanging around each other for longer than they had already.
After parting ways with Mercy, Sigyn roamed the lands in grim silence. She left Olympus, using a gate to travel from realm to realm. She rarely stayed in one place for long, both to avoid the attention of the lesser gods and to avoid interacting with people. She explored the realms of the Egyptian gods, the Slavic gods and the Hindu gods, and spent time in the furthest reaches possible, going out of her way to avoid any sort of human contact. She even explored the nine realms of the Norse deities, though she never lingered in one place for long and her interactions with others were mercifully few and far between. The archer even delved into the lands of the fae, the otherworld, and various other realms. As much as she avoided interacting with others, she kept an eye on her surroundings. Part of her wanted to simply wander and lose herself to the wilder lands, part of her sought for a peace she'd only ever known in death. And yet still another part of her wanted to learn, and become stronger, live, so that she might be able to spit in the face of Zeus, maybe take vengeance for the pain and suffering of her sisters at his hands.
During this time she also tried just about everything she could to escape from her own mind. Drugs, alcohol, pills... Sigyn used everything under the sun she could get her hands on. Unfortunately, her reactive evolution ability that most immortals had would only allow a drug to be effective for only so long. The bitter female would go hard on one thing, but she'd only have a small window of relief before the reactive evolution well... evolved to counter it.
Despite the lack of interaction and the constant drug use, Sigyn fared well enough, physically at least. She knew how to hunt and fend for herself, and eventually she would make her way to Earth at the age of 47.
Even on Earth, she was able to keep herself fairly well-hidden even from the demons that also called the planet home. She silently watched them from afar, deciding it was better to stay out of their ongoing struggle with Heaven and whatever else they did. Even so, going years barely speaking and having nearly no interaction has an effect, and Sigyn, try as she might, was no different. And yet... She couldn't bring herself to even attempt going near them, her pessimistic and already-damaged mind had no illusions of what they would do to one such as herself.
Sigyn kept to the shadows and to the least-inhabited parts of earth as was possible. Each time a demon or angel was spotted, the wary archer oud already be on the move, her old recurve bow poised to shoot if any happened to spot her, but none did.
So when she woke up to a faint scrape of metal on stone one night in what is present-day Norway, Sigyn damn near pissed herself out of fear.
But by the time she'd leapt to her feet and picked up her bow and an arrow, whatever it was had already vanished without a trace.
...Except for a single black feather, shot through with brightly glowing red aether. A familiar black feather.
And a few feet away, tucked into the shadows where Sigyn looked, lay a massive recurve bow, the dull metal of the body unmistakeable when the archer gingerly pulled the bow out of its hiding spot into the faint moonlight.
Impervium, excellent quality, and her new best friend. Sigyn couldn't help the smile that curved her lips, whispering a silent thanks to the being she was sure wasn't far off.
She received no answer, and the air remained still except for a slight breeze. Sigyn looked around, but there was no sign of anything else nearby, the large feather she held notwithstanding.
The bow was a fair bit heavier and larger than the recurve Sigyn had been using at the time, though the heaviness was only to be expected in a weapon made out of impervium. Between the weight of the weapon and it's sheer size, nobody that wasn't at least as tall as her or as strong was going to utterly ruin the weapon if they tried using it, let alone seriously hurting themselves. The weapon gave Sigyn trouble at first, as the dark-haired archer was used to a bow that was smaller and lighter, and one that didn't need to be handled so specifically.
Once she got used to the heavier draw weight and the impervium body though, those problems melted away like they'd never existed in the first place.
Sigyn continued to stick to herself throughout the next several years, watching the humans evolve and learning their languages from a distance. She even learned the demonic language and the angel's language that their lower choirs could speak, not that she would have much use for them, preferring to live her days in silence and solitude still.
And so she kept to herself... Until she was high in the mountains in Greece. A familiar slim figure was nearby,, her hooded face turned towards another figure. The second onewas clearly one of Hell's scouts, his own attention turned to the sky.
The familiar figure moved then, slipping behind the lone scout and slitting his throat. Sigyn felt the panic in the scout's last breath as the assassin lowered him to the ground, but made no move to help him or reveal herself from the trees.
The assassin took off, vanishing through a door as quickly as she'd appeared, and Sigyn turned away in her usual silence. If Mercy was on earth too, she'd have to make a move whether she wanted to or not.
And so that was how Sigyn wound up in Hell, lurking in the shadows as Lucifer and some of his own puzzled over their fallen comrade. She decided to take the chance and spoke up from her position in the shadows, informing the archangel-turned demon of their killer.
That turned out to be a mistake.
Lucifer attacked her when her anti-omega ability chose that moment to make an appearance. After a quick struggle, Sigyn shot an arrow into his leg to slow him while she slid into the hallway and made a run for it. While navigating the twists and turns of Hell, she passed by Sathanus, demon of wrath. He, being used to wanting to kill everyone, wasn't as affected by Sigyn's handicap as Lucifer was and got in his boss' way, getting knocked unconscious in the process.
Sathanus' intervention knocked Lucifer back enough for him to get a hold of his own temper,and Sigyn and Lucifer exchanged some heated words, while various other demons watched.
Sigyn, against her better judgement, stalked back to Hell's War Room after Lucifer, where she was briefed and ordered to find the assassin.
Sometime later, an actual female angel showed up in Hell, and Lucifer set Sigyn to be her bodyguard and keep her out of trouble. The female angel's name was Violette, or Vi for short. Sigyn, oddly, was almost protective of the much smaller and naive girl, and took Vi under her wing.
Lucifer captured one of Heaven's messengers, in the wilds of Russia one day, killing him. He had taken 86 of his own with him, intending to lure the messenger archangel Gabriel out to capture him. Sigyn was among his own, and stood and watched coldly as Gabriel and the archangel Michael approached, along with three of Michael's warriors.
Against 86 demons and an archangel, they should have been no match. Indeed, Sigyn took out two of the warriors Michael had brought with a single arrow for each, and with Gabriel out of commission after Leviathan, a demon, had severed his wing and Michael coughing up blood as he fought with Lucifer, things should've gone smoothly.
But of course, things never go smoothly when you want them to. For Mercy showed up first, leaping into the frey to defend the heavily wounded and unconscious Gabriel. Then her own two friends and two other archangels showed up.
The first of the archangels to show up after the initial attack was Raphael, the healer. The second was the archer Uriel. When Michael finally fell after eating a fireball to the face, Lucifer and Uriel fought, and Sigyn chose the opportunity to shoot at the other archer, her arrows finding their mark and taking him out of the fight as well.
Mercy, the assassin that had killed the demon scout, turned her own attention to Sigyn, and the two went back and forth above the battlefield. Mercy took arrows to the leg and wing, and after her two friensd were taken out by Leviathan, Mercy's deadly Schiavona sliced into Sigyn's throat, leaving it attached by mere ligaments and the archer crumpling to the ground, unconscious, bleeding and near-death, while Hell's healers flocked to her like their lives depended on it. (And knowing Lucifer, they probably did.)
Pregnancy had been harsh on Keres, who was used to fighting and living a more uhh, "active" lifestyle than she was to being watched over like a hawk and bedrest. Sigyn was born with the rather unfortunate "ability" to make everyone attack her almost on-sight. To try and end her existence was instinct for almost everyone. Including her parents. Luckily (or unluckily) Mercy had been born with the exact opposite power. For Mercy, people almost immediately calmed down when in her presence, and it was instinct to try and protect her. Naturally, the two conflicted with each other.
Their powers, uncontrollable at such a young age and having manifested in the womb were the reason why Keres would have killed them all the second they were born. She is a spirit of violent death, after all, it was in her nature to kill the weak and the strong alike. And that meant her children too, much as she fought the urge. Aaron, their father, was of a different mindset though. He watched and hovered over them all protectively, using his own magic to help Keres keep her composure, using physical force to restrain her when necessary. They both loved their children, but parenting and the struggle to not kill Sigyn (whose power only grew as time wore on, threatening to crush Keres' already fragile mental stability) and the rest of her children (and this is why violent-death spirits shouldn't have kids) was utterly draining. They separated for a while, Keres retreating in silence to find some peace in the night where Nyx ruled, and generally left the raising of the four whelps to Aaron. Poor, exhausted Aaron.
From the moment Sigyn was able to hold a weapon, Aaron was on her, training her in self-defense. Sigyn showed little skill with one-handed swords and daggers, and even less skill with a shield or any two-handed melee weapons, much to Aaron's pain. Sigyn, despite her powers, just wasn't a fighter, and practically cringed in fear at the prospect of training, or family... or pretty much everything that didn't involve her being alone, pretty much. Aaron though, wasn't going to let his daughter get away with that though, and gods be damned, she was going to be able to defend herself, and kill, if he had to beat it into her.
Things clicked for Sigyn when they were out hunting one day. She turned out to be an excellent shot with a bow. Having always shied back from getting close to things, it turned out that staying at range and picking off targets from afar was very much her thing. Aaron actually called upon an old centaur to help in Sigyn's training, as while violent beasts, they were still the best archers in the realm at this point unless one felt like paying a visit to the gods themselves, and Aaron had zero doubts about how that would go for either him or his daughter.
Sigyn became quite comfortable with a bow, her natural alertness and keen eye for movement making things easier, and for a time she even grew to enjoy sparring with her father and the old centaur, as Aaron, who fought with sword and shield mainly, couldn't get too close to her to inflict those heavy-handed yet tempered blows she'd come to hate.
As both Sigyn's and Mercy's power grew, they and their siblings manifested other abilities too. For Mercy, it was shapeshifting. For Ryker, it was being able to command and control elemental spirits. Runa became a powerful sorcerer, above all having skill in pyromancy. Sigyn nullified magic. It seems she was destined to just make Aaron's day. (And Runa's, and Ryker's. Mercy and Keres at least could deal without their own shapeshifting abilities for a time.)
Regardless, Aaron tried his best to give his children as much of a "normal" childhood as they could get with the constant fighting, the Greek gods sticking their noses where they didn't belong and plotting war with Heaven (Which Aaron gracefully kept his kids out of, the same could not be said of Keres, who had no choice in the matter.) He did a pretty decent job, all things considered. Ryker and Runa, being mages like him, were undoubtedly spoiled the most, but Mercy and Sigyn never lacked for anything either, except for maybe some maternal love on Sigyn's part. (Well, sisterly love too. She never did get along well with anyone, and would often slip off to be alone and avoid troubling them. Sigyn would rather be alone than endure her father's silent, non-complaining torment and that of her sisters as they struggled to stay calm around her.)
When they were older, around 12 or 13, Keres came out of her shell a bit more. All four were able to hold their own and Keres, no longer emotionally and mentally exhausted and filled with raging hormones, had a much easier time keeping a clearer head. She still had to be careful around Sigyn and the two would only grow more distant throughout the years, but at least she could spend time with her other daughters and her mate again. By the time she finally started connecting with her family though, the girls were pretty self-sustaining and were fairly mature already.
Mercy in particular, hunted and fended for herself for the most part, never really troubling her parents with much other than the worry that she'd get into something she shouldn't, or that she'd get hurt. Sigyn too, was quite self-sufficient and more than capable of taking care of herself, even moreso than Mercy. Ryker and Runa wee too, but Sigyn had the unquestionable advantage over them all.
Puberty hit Mercy and her sisters at the age of 13, and when it hit, it hit hard. All four of them grew breasts, naturally. Mercy, despite being the tallest out of all her siblings, wasn't particularly well-endowed, and she wasn't that well-endowed in other areas either. She did grow into curves though, along with a growth spurt of a good 7 inches at least. Mercy, once graceful and coordinated, turned into a damn horse as her limbs were suddenly far too long for her body and it made her into an uncoordinated mess for quite a while, though she eventually did recover after a few months. Of course, Ryker and Runa teased her lightly about it, and even Sigyn joined in a time or two, though Sigyn too grew taller, if not quite as tall as Mercy, and not quite as fast.
Sigyn lost the soft black down on her wings as her wings grew in size and her plumage grew in, Red began to emerge in small bits of her feathers, the effect dark and sinister. Her wings were opposite of Mercy's, whose plumage was the palest in the family. Aaron had black wings shot through with strands of glowing red aether and Sigyn's wings were almost a copy of his, though the red was much darker, foreboding, almost. Ryker's wings were also dark, though the purple and black feathers bore bright markings, eyes and spotting and barring in colorful lighter purples and faint golds. Runa's wings were sky blue, broken up by silver and white banding and darker blue barring on the primaries, similar to her mother's wings, which were white with blue barring. Mercy's wings were pale, white with silver barring.
Aaron and Keres both taught their kids to fly, and it was Ryker who first managed to flap her wings and soar. Runa and Sigyn followed quickly after, while Mercy was hesitant and almost afraid. Sigyn attempted to help her, though it was actually Keres who got through to her first.
While Sigyn had been the fastest of their sisters so far, Mercy learned quickly once she got over her fear and was able to quickly surpass her sisters in speed and agility. Later on, she'd surpass her parents, too and come to even enjoy flying, And of course, Sigyn and Runa teased poor Mercy relentlessly about it. Mercy was initially quite bothered by it, but eventually, she began to joke around and fire right back at both of them, getting over most of her bitterness at not being the first to fly.
And of course, along with puberty came a very sharp, very fast increase in power for all four girls. Mercy learned to take a wider variety of shapes and even learned to shift specific parts of her body, while keeping the rest of her body in another form entirely. Mercy's ability to calm and sooth others grows as well, to the point where she was able to calm someone in a rage, given enough time. Using her power at first was quite exhausting though, and it took practice to control. Sigyn's power grows as well, though instead of soothing calm it was burning rage and violence. The desire to hurt was strong in even more docile creatures, and Mercy was able to get in a lot of practice controlling her own abilities while trying to keep her godforsaken sister out of harm's way. Keres abruptly became distant and aloof once more, and tensions strained as the area in which magic is nullified around Sigyn also grows a bit more. Runa in particular kept away from Sigyn more and more as she struggled with her own abilities. She was able to create raging infernos and keep even Mercy locked in place with powerful roots and snares. Ryker's abilities were also magical in origin, as she was able to cast powerful spells to disable her enemies and summon ferocious elemental spirits to do her bidding. And both sorcerers were utterly helpless when near Sigyn, being physically weaker and relying on spells. Sigyn tried to avoid them, so she wound up mostly sparring with Mercy, or Aaron, if she sparred at all. Despite her scarred figure and devastating skill with the bow in combat, the girl still hated violence, and even more she hated her abilities, growing yet stronger.
Mercy's power to calm those around her grew, and people began calling it the power of the Omega. Eventually, the name would become a nickname for Mercy. Naturally, Sigyn's power became known as Anti-Omega, though she was more often called "wretch" or other, worse things. Sigyn hated every moment of it, and became quiet and distant once more.
Sigyn grew tall, much like Mercy, although her growth spurt was far less dramatic. She finally grew to be an inch shorter than her sister, and if it weren't for the already copious amount of scarring along Sigyn's arms, along with the different wings and Sigyn's much wavier, thicker hair, it might have been hard to tell the two of them apart. Sigyn grew quieter and even more reserved too, often staying away from her family for longer periods of time. She'd spar with Mercy, and her skill at the bow only improved as far as that went. She could pin the faster, more agile swift by a wing, in flight from the back of a cantering horse or while staying still herself. Aaron and the old centaur had taught her well, it seemed.
At 18, Sigyn, much like Mercy and her father, was ill-satisfied with Zeus' budding war with The Creator. Sigyn kept out of it, already battle-weary and having no taste for violence as it was. By this point, her body had accumulated many scars and she'd come fairly close to death quite a few times, as the marks on her throat and stomach could testify. Her vocal chords were mostly intact, too (not for long) and the youth wouldn't have minded finding a cave somewhere to be alone for the rest of her life.
No such luck, obviously.
A few years later, Mercy meets a man of Nordic descent. Ouroboros, and despite initial tensions between him and Sigyn, the two of them actually manage to not kill eachother. Sigyn honestly is still slightly perplexed as to why she went along with the two, making the lives of most mages hell on earth, but she did. And she... Enjoyed it. And that terrified her, shades of her insane mother showing through.
While back in Olympus (Both Mercy and Sigyn are spending less and less time there as Zeus' temper continues to worsen as he has officially lost the war with Heaven) the group encounters a large black dog with blue eyes. Ice blue eyes, with a spark of mischief to them. The dog begins following Mercy and the group around, causing some minor trouble and generally being a minor annoyance to them. The dog is also silent, not barking or growling or whining, but rather just generally getting in the way of things.
Upon seeing the group's mysterious black dog, Aaron recognizes him, and as Sigyn no longer cares to be within earshot of her parents, Aaron very casually says something, a flicker of magic pulsing around him. Whatever he says, the dog shifts and becomes a man. A very tall man, with skin even paler than Mercy's, and hair just as black as both hers and her father's, and the same icy blue eyes that skipped Aaron to show in his daughter instead.
The dog-turned-man revealed himself to be Loki, who Sigyn flatly ignored. Her opinion of the gods at this point translates to "the less I see them, the better." Granted, that's become her general view of anyone, and has continued to stick even to present-day.
By the age of 23 Mercy was becoming much more skilled with her rapier and parrying dagger, and similar to her friend Oros the Gyre, she too began experimenting with duel-wielding two daggers as well. While Sigyn could snipe at things from a distance with her bow, Mercy and Oros became a dangerous, lethal tag-team, striking fast and silent to end their foes with practiced ease. Several of the gods that had been defeated in their failed war against Heaven actually asked if they would consider assassinating certain key people for them. Mercy and Sigyn, and by extension Oros, refused.
Sigyn began to slowly drift away from her sister and the Gyre as well, once more retreating into her shell as her already tenuous control over her own abilities began to waver, sparking violence wherever she went. Eventually, not even Mercy could suppress it and the two sisters continued to grow further apart.
At the same time, Zeus was beginning to notice that Mercy and her sisters had matured. Ryker in particular had been drop-dead gorgeous at the time, with her auburn hair, silver eyes and a softer face than her sisters. She was considered petite for her family, and definitely had the curves of a woman. Her vibrant wings only added to it, and Zeus being well... Zeus, he made it a point to make a move on her.
And Ryker refused him. Zeus pressed the issue, as the gods are naturally not used to not getting what they want, and Ryker wound up making a mockery of him. They fought, and Ryker forced him into a state of fear, and with the help of an old wind spirit she pretty much put a stop to Zeus' advances for that particular moment. The fight was brief, but left Zeus defeated and the old storm god was enraged. First he had been defeated by a legion of The Creator's young whelps, denied what was rightfully his (in his mind, at least) and now he was defeated by a single female. With magic.
Zeus would punish them all for this, to him (and Hera) what Ryker had done was unforgivable, and a direct challenge. He vowed to kill all four sisters, and Aaron. The only reason Keres was spared was because Nyx was a being to be feared, even by the other gods, and she did not tolerate her children being attacked. (Her grandchildren were a different matter apparently.)
Zeus struck hard and fast, with Hera backing him. Mercy and her sisters came to Ryker's defense, of course, Sigyn keeping as far a distance as she dared to allow Ryker and Runa to use their magic, and allowing Mercy to shift if she needed to while she fired arrows from afar. Outraged, Keres too, would have joined the fight had Nyx and Thanatos not restrained her. Aaron joined, the bloodmage clad in his bloody plate and magic sword and shield, the red aether in his wings blazing a bright trail where they passed.
Ryker summoned a wind spirit to aid her flight as Zeus had created strong winds and lashing rain, as was only natural for a storm god. The wind spirit calmed the winds around her, creating a mini eye of the storm, sort of, and it allowed Ryker and Runa to focus on casting their spells. Zeus, in his anger, threw a lightning bolt at the pair, only for it to be mostly absorbed through the magical shield they had been sustaining. The shield shattered under the blow though, leaving Ryker with some minor burns.
Out of sheer rage, Zeus turned his eyes on Ryker's spirit, sending a barrage of magic at it. The spirit crumpled under the pressure, and even as Ryker tried to heal it, it died, leaving fragments of solid carbon in it's wake. Ryker was momentarily stunned and unable to move at all due to the shock of the spirit's mind being ripped from her. Aaron and Mercy flew in front of her, physically shielding Ryker from another lightning bolt, and suffering some nasty burns in the process.
Ryker Feared Zeus, and combined with a powerful spell was able to heal herself a bit before being struck by the second lightning bolt. Hera was hanging back, her lips moving quietly as she whispered the incantation to a spell, her hands glowing. The result was a fiery tornado that forced Mercy away from the battle, suffering fairly severe burns. (The burns would heal up well enough, though Mercy's wing would be disfigured, the primary feathers becoming blackened permanently.)
Runa created a high-powered shield that took all of her concentration to maintain, and Ryker took the opportunity to stand behind it and summon another spirit... This beast was much larger, though... And in the form of a giant sapphire-and-black-scaled dragon. The dragon gave a roar and spat blue-white flame, hovering between Ryker and Zeus.
The next blow Zeus dealt would completely shatter one of Ryker's wings. Mercy and the dragon both made a run for her. The dragon reached it's master first, though, and with Mercy's help Ryker didn't fall to her death right then and there.
On dragonback, Ryker feared Zeus again, and launched a fury of spells at him even as the dragon extended it's neck and spat flame at the storm god.
Mercy and Aaron weaved in and out, dodging Sigyn's arrows as they slashed at the enraged god. Hera let out a high, ear-piercing shriek as she sent a ball of magic hurtling at the three, shattering Mercy's shoulder in the process.
Zeus and Hera spun then, using the powerful winds to their advantage and pushing both Mercy and Aaron back with a wall of bright flame. They then pooled their power into a joint spell that crashing into Ryker. The impact alone would be enough to down the dragon and shatter most of Ryker's bones, along with silencing her, cutting off any healing she might have been able to do. Ryker landed on the wet grass in a pool of water and blood, the dragon crouched protectively over her. The dragon threw back it's head and screamed a blast of sound that actually broke the sound barrier, shattering eardrums and forcing everybody on the field still. The dragon's power was enough to knock Ryker and Hera unconscious, and deafen Mercy for almost a week. The sound reached Sigyn, far off as she was, and her eardrums shattered from the impact, while she bled from both eyes and nose.
Zeus somehow, somehow managed to recover and lunged for the incapacitated archer. She died in a pool of her own blood, but lived just long enough to see Mercy stumble unsteadily to her feet and bleeding from the various wounds she had sustained.... Or so her sisters had thought.
Sigyn lived for much longer than any of her sisters realized, and to this day she hasn't spoken a word about it. Zeus, enraged, disemboweled the archer, who had been blinded by the blood running from her eyes. Sigyn was also set on fire, but it wasn't the smoke or the flame that was her death in the end, no. Her blood and guts were literally boiled out of her. Slow, excruciating, agonizing way to go. Sigyn lost consciousness, and still she's unsure of what happened to her after that.
She didn't open her eyes for the next 17 years.
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Someone was calling her name, softly whispering in her ear. Wait... Her? How...? He felt wrong, she it was, then.
She couldn’t make out what the voice was saying, and she was growing annoyed by it’s buzzing. “Go away.” she tried to snap at the voice, but she found that she had no voice, no way of telling that stranger otherness to let her rest in peace. Who was she? Where was she? Was she dead, or alive? What was she? The nameless, faceless sleeper didn’t know, the greater part of what remained of her subconscious didn’t wish to know.
Still, the voice persisted, seeming to increase in volume only slightly. "Death... Is not the end..." The sleeper tried to snarl at it in frustration. Leave me be. The voice seemed to laugh at her, and persisted on, nagging at her, calling her name. Trying to get her to wake up. Why? The sleeper growled at it again, Let me sleep. But the voice persisted.
“Sigyn, rise.” The faceless voice again. Was it talking to her? Bugger off. She tried to tell it, go away. Now. Almost as soon as the sleeper's thoughts became clear, they vanished.
“Stubborn wretch... To me, Sigyn. Rise, my child. Rise!”
The sleeper rose, a large bow in it's hands, poised to shoot. It was still faceless, still skeletal, but that would change in due time. The sleeper lurched unsteadily to it's feet, or what passed as feet. Clumsy and unrefined, it's movements were uncoordinated and jerky as lightning flickered along the pale body.
The sleeper fired it's bow with a soundless cry.
"No!" The necromancer cried, and the faceless sleeper fell.
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Slowly, awareness crept in, the sleeper struggled to fight it, struggled to remain just that, a nameless, faceless sleeper. But awareness continued to coil and twist, forcing her conscience awake. The feeling that she was laying on her back, laying on something cold and uncomfortable beneath her slowly crept in. Pain too, agony burning its way through her very core. Once the sleeper noticed it, it was everywhere. Inescapable. The sleeper twisted, tried to curl away from it on pure instinct, but the pain remained no matter how hard she wished it away.
At last, the sleeper opened her mouth. And screamed.
As it turned out, screaming was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Her voice cut off in a choked rasp, fire seeming to coat her dry, raw throat.
A quiet chuckle sounded, its pitch oddly familiar. The voice, from... Where? It was so familiar...
"At last! Stubborn wretch." The voice said, ill-concealed amusement clear in its deep tones.
"Wh..." The sleeper struggled to form the words. She couldn't see, she was barely aware of some sort of movement to her right, and the hard surface she was laying on. Stone...?
"Sigyn. Focus on my voice. You're hurt, these burns are the worst I've ever encountered." Burns? What burns? Confusion dulled her senses, made her drowsy, so drowsy... Sleep had been nice, and quiet. Peaceful. Why did this... this... somebody have to awaken her?
"You were injured a great deal in that fight... Can you open your eyes?" Sigyn struggled, but her eyes felt like they were glued shut. Couldn't they just remain shut? Sleep tugged at her, even as pain forced her awake.
A hand against Sigyn's shoulder. The touch was pure agony. "Be still, you need healing..." Warmth radiated from the invisible hand, the pain slowly began to fade. Sigyn was finally becoming aware of the rest of her body.
Gingerly, she lifted a hand. It hurt. How did it hurt? What was wrong with he--
Without warning, vision. A raging storm overhead. A dragon stood snarling over a prone form, it's body and wings shattered. Another form, shadowy, struggling to rise from the ground, familiar sickle-shaped wings spread and spattered with blood.
Fire, lightning, blood... Her blood, boiling. She'd seen this before. Somewhere... where...? Sigyn struggled to remember, her thoughts scattered from her like butterflies, though.
No, she hadn't seen it... She'd lived it. Fear shot through her then, bringing with it a burst of adrenaline. Sigyn jerked upright, arms wrapping around her knees where she sat, the vision fading away slowly, leaving a blurry, red-tinged gloom in it's wake. She blinked, it was agony. But the blur remained. Hesitantly, Sigyn lifted a trembling hand to rub at her eyes. They felt raw, blood streaked the side of her hand where she'd rubbed at them.
"You don't have to remember it... Zeus can erase it all, you know." The voice again. Sigyn turned her head sharply upon hearing the familiar name... Too sharply. Pain exploded in her head, her vision flooding with black and red spots for a moment.
"...easy... you've... out... 17 years..." Ears ringing, Sigyn could barely make out the words, but she got the gist of it. Slowly she lifted her head, something now dripped from her nose... Blood? Yes, blood.
Green eyes seemed to glow in the dim light in front of her. Sigyn struggled to focus on them, her head swimming. Red hair. Dark robes and... A staff? It glowed, the pale purple-ish light was soothing, almost. Sigyn's gaze was drawn to it. Something told her that it was wrong. A staff shouldn't be glowing like this around here -- around her -- that much she was certain of.
Sigyn's head swam and she grimaced.
"Wh... Who are... you?" Sigyn managed to cough after several moments, pain making itself known through every movement once more. The acrid taste of blood filled her mouth - she wanted to vomit.
"I am not important." The stranger said, his tone soothing. It made Sigyn bristle on reflex, This was terribly, terribly wrong, and she could feel it in her bones. She'd been... what, sleeping? Dead? for the past however long. She shouldn't be here, and neither should this sorcerer.
"What do you want?" Sigyn growled, throat burning.
"Come, serve the true God. He only wants the best for his subjects, you know." The mage said, "I breathed life into you by His will. This is your chance to begin anew."
Rage and pain twisted in Sigyn like a dagger. "I'd rather die a thousand deaths, than serve the likes of you." She hissed.
Gods, every movement hurt. Breathing hurt, speaking hurt, even staying still hurt.
The stranger gave a heavy sigh. "You are still wounded, you are blinded by pain... Come the morrow you'll be able to see clearly."
He made a move to grab her, Sigyn jerked away unsteadily with another hiss. "Get away from me."
"You need to rest, heal."
"I would rather remain dead!"
"Shh, you've missed so much of your life... You're delusional. Rest, Sigyn." He made a move for her again, and this time the wounded girl was far too slow. A feeling of sudden lightness came over her, and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
The necromancer lifted his head and smirked. "One." He said softly.
Somewhere above, where the gods walked, the thunder god called Zeus gave a low chuckle.
When next Sigyn woke, it was to find the necromancer seemingly gone, her extensive injuries mostly healed. The necromancer had given her a bedroll, upon which she currently lay. She'd been clothed too - simple roughspun. The thought that she'd been completely out and didn't remember a thing of being moved or touched was very disconcerting.
Her wounds had been mostly healed, but Sigyn still felt as if she'd been crushed beneath a giant's boot, and she was weak, painfully, obviously weak, as she would come to find out as she slowly struggled to stand and take in her surroundings - something she had not had the chance to do when so blinded by pain earlier.
She had been left on what appeared to be the outside of what looked to be a crypt or tomb of some sort. Hers, maybe? Sigyn almost wanted to take a look, if only to satisfy her own curiosity, but she could barely take even a single step before stumbling to her knees with a muffled thud, agony shooting through her legs and up her spine.
A voice in the back of Sigyn's cloudy mind said that she should rest, and let her body recover a bit more. The girl would have listened to the voice too, but how in the nine bloody realms could her body do any sort of healing on it's own? She was nauseous, and there weren't any magical apples around that she could just eat and get both an energy boost and the much-needed healing she needed if she was going to survive.
...Or maybe... Maybe she wasn't meant to survive. The peace that she had known for... what, 17 years? in death had been the only peace she'd ever known.
But what of that necromancer came back? He'd said she needed to heal and rest, but... Sigyn could not and would not trust him.
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Sigyn would move from that spot... Eventually. After being too physically ill to do little move than vomit for nearly a week, the necromancer finally decided to show up once more, bringing with him healing spells (How they somehow worked on the magical null still perplexes Sigyn to this day) and magical apples that restored strength and vitality.
Of course, he'd try to persuade Sigyn to join the ranks of Zeus' followers again, but the resurrected archer turned him down and beat a hasty retreat the second she was strong enough to walk. It might not have been the wisest choice, given how weak she still was, but Sigyn refused to sit still any longer and she rejected the company of the necromancer, and to this day she curses his name to the winds for her resurrection.
After a bit of work, Sigyn found herself curled up in the massive branches of a tree one day, trying to decide where to go next. She'd seen er father and one of her sisters from afar and was far too uncertain to decide to approach or not. Instinct whispered that she shouldn't, that they had been living their lives without her for the past 17 years. They had moved on, neither mage would have a strong desire to see her.
...They were also family, and Ryker was quite visibly in a lot of pain. Aaron too, looked a lot older than he had when she'd seen him last, his face finally showing some of his years, it seemed.
Sigyn paused, taking a breath. She was still weak, would have no chance to flee if her anti-omega ability flared and they attacked her. She'd made the decision long ago to never raise a hand against her family and she intended to stick to that.
Maybe she'd made a noise, or maybe she'd been spotted by Aaron's piercing silver gaze. In either case, the pair began making their way towards Sigyn.
Reluctantly, Sigyn uncurled from where she sat, fully prepared to leave. Aaron, for having the wings of a swift, was built more for strength than speed. And Ryker, once she got close, was obviously never going to fly again. She couldn't imagine having her own wing twisted and bent like that. Sigyn wondered if the injuries her sister had suffered were from that last vision she had had before everything went dark...
That first encounter turned out to be awkward and dredged up a lot of unwanted memories for all three of them. Both sisters were pretty shaken, having believed the other dead for millennia. The task of explaining the things that had gone down had fallen on Aaron, and so he reluctantly told Sigyn of what had happened. Hearing how her sister was being made to suffer cemented Sigyn's own hate of Zeus, and likewise seeing Sigyn's scarred and thin face again reaffirmed Ryker's and Aaron's hate for him. Despite the shared animosity, each side was plagued by the grim realization that things had changed. Sigyn had been dead for 17 years and Ryker and Aaron had been alive. They'd had to have moved on, right?
They had, and the two were understandably wary as Sigyn should have still been dead. Even then she was still half a corpse, her skin unnaturally pale even for her and her body was thin, grey eyes clouded and scratched. The necromancer, whoever he'd been, had healed Sigyn just enough to restore her sight completely, but the scratched corneas and other scars would remain to constantly remind Sigyn of what she was and turn others away from her.
Awkward encounter aside, both Ryker and Aaron tried to help the lost wretch as best they could. and for Sigyn it was entirely too much social contact and mental stimulation. Her response was to just shut down entirely, retreating into herself and becoming more quiet and distant than she had ever been before. She was a shivering ball of pure misery, but fuck if she was going to drag her family down with her.
Sigyn left during one dark night, leaving a very gruff-reading note telling poor Aaron not to bother looking for her among other things. Sigyn can't even remember what was in the note now, but whatever it was must have been harsh, as she hasn't spoken to her little sister or her father for more than a decade now.
Sigyn wander the far-flung and hard-to-get-to places on Olympus, generally making it a point to avoid anything that could talk. Staying with Aaron and Ryker had allowed her to gain much of her former strength, and while she still tired much easier than she had before, and her monstrosity of a recurve bow felt heavier in her hands, she was still capable of providing for herself and stay clear of most things.
Her anti-omega had been quite weakened too, and for a good while after Sigyn's resurrection it left her in relative peace, or as close to peace as one of Sigyn's background could get.
The magical null ability hadn't made a return either, part of the reason Sigyn had been healed so fast. Aaron - a powerful bloodmage and healer in his own right - had taken up where the necromancer had left off. Aaron couldn't take away the scarring, but Sigyn wasn't living in agony at least.
Unfortunately for Sigyn, her natural defenses to magic hadn't kicked in, and this of course left her wide open to magical attack and mental attacks too.
Her favorite necromancer had managed to track her down, and Sigyn was already depressed and mentally exhausted as it was. Combined with his own insidious words and wit, he knew precisely the buttons to push, the exact nerves to pull at to mentally break her. She'd unknowingly managed to break from his mental control before, during the resurrection process, but now had no recollection of those events. The necromancer's mental attack came entirely without warning, and Sigyn didn't have the chance to even put up a fight before she was subdued and under his full control.
With the necromancer's overpowering thoughts and mental presence in her head, Sigyn was basically relegated to a back seat in her own body. She had no control over her own movements, but she was forced to look on as he spoke in her voice, acted through her hands, and saw through her eyes. Sigyn is fairly sure that the necromancer thoroughly enjoyed controlling her and forcing her to act against her will, and his will subverting her own at every chance really took it's toll on her. Being possessed and controlled... it screws with the mind in unspeakable ways, until you don't know reality or yourself.
The necromancer made Sigyn kill innocents, to feed off of the power that their death generated. He forced her into acts of both necrophilia and cannibalism, torture and even managed to make her brand her own cheek with a thunderbolt - a mark of slavery, property of Zeus himself. With that mark, he forced her into close proximity to the thunder god, who was bent on torturing er for everything she was worth. All the while, Sigyn's hatred and fear grew. She wished to scream and cry in pain and turn to someone... anyone for answers or comfort or maybe both. But of course, she found no one there, and by the time Zeus was able to secure an oath of loyalty from her (under duress, technically, with the necromancer riding her mind) Sigyn's mind had been so shattered that she could no longer tell the truth from the false. As a result her memory of this time is quite murky to this day, but she remembers quite clearly bits and pieces of it. Being beaten, being tortured, being thrown into a tiny, 8-by-8 cage, her wings so cramped and the claustrophobia setting in. Zeus, looming above her, the necromancer's thoughts pervading her own.
It could have been days later, or it could have been weeks, or hours, or months. It's easy to lose track of time, and with Sigyn's memory of that particular time period being so foggy...
Either way, she was eventually pulled out of that tiny, cramped cage one last time. Zeus had deemed Sigyn's suffering of no use, as news of it had never managed to reach what family she had... Or maybe they didn't care and left her to rot. Sigyn isn't sure of the answer and doesn't want to know.
The necromancer wanted to pull one last draw of power from her though, so it was decided that Sigyn would be tortured... to death, allowing the necromancer to feed of of her pain and suffering one last time. A reward for being his loyal servant. The torture was done in private, something for which Sigyn is at least grateful for. What she wasn't grateful for was being flayed alive, slowly. Hung upside-down, they started with Sigyn's backside. Sigyn, who had sat and bore her previous tortures and abuses in silence, finally screamed... Then choked. In a move pulled from the fabled nordic execution style reserved for nobles, they had pulled her ribs apart and pulled her lungs.
The sensation of her nerves being ripped from her was enough to make Sigyn's vision swim and make her cry out in sheer agony. Eventually, her screams faded and she quickly grew lightheaded and faint, but the necromancer forced her to remain conscious through the entire thing, feeding on her agony. The real Sigyn's mind, however, had checked out completely, and the moment the necromancer finally released his hold on her mind, she did pass out.
Te necromancer took her body, assuring Zeus he would dispose of her and make sure that that message got through to her family. He used his magic to keep Sigyn alive, but just barely as he made his way to the peak of a small mountain and left her in the cold, intending to finally slit her throat and give her soul up to Hades once more.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how one looks at the situation, he wasn't the only mage with a bone to pick prowling around the area. He was set upon and attacked by three giant elemental spirits. Earth, wind and fire. The necromancer dropped the body and fled, not wanting to fight against three of them at once.
When he had gone, a slender water spirit approached, together it and the earth spirit focused on healing Sigyn, still unconscious and looking very much like she was dead or close enough to it.
When Sigyn next awoke, it was in a small clearing, the large wind spirit curled up against her while the fire and earth spirits prowled around her, exuding fury. Sigyn had been stretched out on her back, which felt like it was on fire. Everything hurt, hurt a lot, and she was unable to even move. All she could do was lay there, with tears silently rolling down her scarred cheeks and her chin resting on her forearms until she fell asleep again in a haze of pain. The spirits looked on, slowly realizing that she hadn't even registered their presence.
Waking again, night had fallen and Sigyn still felt raw and as her nerves were on fire, but the pain seemed slightly dulled. Something warm pressed against her side, and Sigyn slowly turned er head to see what it was.
The wind spirit lay stretched out, back pressed against Sigyn's side, with Sigyn's outstretched wing covering her midsection. Her large, furry head rested on her dark paws near Sigyn's shoulder.
Gods above, moving hurt.
"Don't move." The voice sounded like the wind, and through the pain Sigyn recognized it as the spirit of wind itself. "You are weak, zaami qo." [Dovahzul: "My lightning slave"] The voice was oddly gentle, and though Sigyn couldn't make out the last part of her sentence, she got the distinct impression that the spirit was referring to her by title. Indeed, the spirit's ruby red eyes had flicked briefly to Sigyn's left cheek, where the lightning bolt had been branded in bright blue and white. She couldn't help the involuntary flinch when the spirit's uncanny gaze settled upon it.
"W..." Water Sigyn might have said, or Who are you? or Where am I? But she didn't have the voice to speak. Her throat felt so raw...
The spirit either understood what Sigyn was trying to say, or it was just that obvious, or maybe she'd anticipated it. Either way, water was brought, and Sigyn eventually found herself in an awkward sitting position, hot needles of pain rolling up her back and shooting through her chest and throat with every labored breath. Her vision was blurred and she was still dizzy, but the water and the cooler air radiating from the wind spirit did help.
Sigyn finally did manage to ask her questions, and the wind spirit answered readily enough. Her name was Venahviing - wind fury wing, in the spirit's language. At the name, Sigyn threw the old spirit a clearly startled look. Venahviing. Had she misheard? Was she truly losing what remained of her mind?
She'd seen Ryker's companion banished from her side before she fell, and she'd met Ryker already what seemed like ages ago. The spiritmaster had lost it all. Venahviing had to be dead, right? Having always been a magical null, Sigyn had never bothered to learn much of magic, despite coming from a family of mostly magic-users.
But no, the spirit confirmed. They were very much alive, chained to the land by their strong connection with Ryker, even severed as that connection might have been, the spirits could not and would not leave and would continue to guard her and hers with their lives if necessary. Venahviing explained how she'd found Sigyn being dragged through the forest by the necromancer, but could offer the archer nothing on what precisely had happened to her beforehand except that she was badly injured, the injuries focusing around her back and lungs - flayed, she'd practically snarled the word, and by the looks of it a slave having outlived her usefulness to her master, too, her deep red glare flicking to the lightning bolt symbol on Sigyn's cheek once more.
Piecing together some of her own memories with what the spirit had said allowed Sigyn to get a slightly clear picture of what had happened, at least. What Sigyn could remember made her gut twist, but it was what she couldn't remember that made the feeling ten times worse.
Under the careful guardianship of the spirits, Sigyn's recovery time from the physical wounds was short. She was able to leave them after a week of forced rest and near constant healing energy pouring from the water and earth spirits, who seemed utterly tireless in their efforts. However well they could heal over the blood loss and injuries and get her body to function, though, they couldn't heal everything. Sigyn would wake often to be unable to feel a limb or most of her body for several minutes. She'd often wake up nearly paralyzed by pain, her eyes were dry and itched and burned constantly, to even touch them was painful, let alone her flayed and healed back, or her wings, or the tangled mess of scars that were her throat. Sigyn's voice was often a strangled rasp, and speaking physically hurt more than ever for the scarred swift.
But while the spirits were able to get Sigyn up and walking and flying and her body mostly working, they couldn't heal her shatter mind. The archer always woke in a cold sweat, heart pounding in her chest and grey eyes glazed over, her body stiff with fear from the horrific nightmares that plagued her. Sometimes she remembered her dreams vividly, others not at all. She often cried out in her sleep, and usually fell asleep with tears silently rolling down her face. She was distant and closed off, and had began to view every act of kindness suspiciously. Paranoia was her friend, when she couldn't force herself to fall asleep, and the flashbacks and vivid memories that washed over her like a wave hounded her relentlessly.
Before Sigyn left, she quietly thanked the spirits, and asked their silence concerning her to their former spiritmaster. The spirits weren't thrilled, especially not about Sigyn requesting their silence, but even they had to relent. Sigyn wouldn't be on Olympus for long anyways, by the looks of things, and it was no secret to them that she would be avoiding any sort of civilization for as long as possible.
So Sigyn, left, and she wandered, keeping to the furthest reaches that were utterly inhospitable to humans and where even the gods didn't frequently go. She used her own dagger to skin her own cheek, carving out Zeus' brand in a wave of blood and pain. In part because that bright lightning bolt sigil would identify her immediately, but more because she couldn't stand to see the mark of her own slavery in every reflection, as it was yet another constant reminder of just how screwed up she was both mentally and physically. Removing the mark also meant she couldn't be tracked down unless someone knew exactly who she was, but the tell-tale scar of a brand being removed from her face would certainly alert anyone with the proper knowledge of such things that she was a slave in hiding.
The wound was jagged and irregularly shaped, and Sigyn cursed just about everything under the sun while making it, but by the gods, she was going to get it over with, pain be damned.
With her face already as scarred as it was, what was one more scar, anyways?
Some weeks later, the scarred female was in the northernmost regions of Olympus when a winged figure flew far too close for comfort.
Sigyn lifted her bow, poised to loose an arrow right into the traveller's throat. The traveller, clad in dark leather, froze, icy gaze wide.
It was an icy gaze Sigyn recognized, one she'd always recognize. That recognition shone in her own grey eyes, cloudy as they were.
"...Sigyn...?" Mercy's shock was evident, not that Sigyn could blame her sister. She felt the same way.
"Mercy." Sigyn managed quietly, pain searing her throat with the effort of speaking.
"We thought... You were buried..." Sigyn sighed, clearly, this encounter was just as uncomfortable for her sister as it was for her. "What happened?"
"One of Zeus' priests happened." Sigyn couldn't help the rowl, the fury lacing her words.
"Have you seen..." Mercy began to speak, but Sigyn abruptly cut her off.
"Ryker? Yes... He'll die, one way or another. Bastard." Sigyn spat, "Runa wants nothing to do with me, for the obvious reasons. Keres is nowhere in sight from what I've seen, and Aaron would have stabbed himself if he dared when I showed up." Sigyn continued bitterly.
"What the hell happened?" Sigyn's voice cracked, from physical pain or emotional pain, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was both.
"You've been dead for seventeen years, I should be asking you that, I think..." Even to Sigyn's ears her sister sounded every bit as desperate as she was. Such a weak attempt at humor... Sigyn ignored it, a throbbing ache slowly making itself known at her temples.
The archer closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled slowly, opening her eyes.
"Sorry." She muttered, slinging her bow across her back and straightening.
Mercy gave a laugh, but it was hollow to Sigyn's ears. "How long have you been alive, anyways?"
Sigyn sighed. Trust her sister to ask the one question she didn't want to answer. She could hardly tell her sister the truth, it would break her completely. Sigyn might have been gone for years, but Mercy was still Mercy, wearing her emotions on her sleeve and caring far too much for even Sigyn. And despite everything Sigyn told herself, she would not allow her sister to suffer on the knowledge of just how bad things had gotten for her.
"A... week? I think. Being dead for years messes with one's perception of time." The lie fell from her lips, and there was no turning back. The last part was said in a fickle attempt to lighten the mood, even if just for a moment.
"Sucks to be you, then." Sigyn would've thrown her arms around Mercy and hugged her to death for that. Trust the omega to take her bait.
The pair stuck it out for a couple days, but Sigyn's anti-omega ability had returned with a vengeance. Mercy, to her credit, stuck it out with her sister for some time, long enough for them to hunt down and kill the necromancer that had caused so much trouble, but it was only a matter or time before Mercy finally turned on Sigyn involuntarily, dual blades flashing.
It only took seeing Sigyn's blood so bright against her pale skin for Mercy to immediately step back, shaking her head as if dazed.
The two parted ways on the understanding that the next time they met, there would only be more blood spilled on both sides. That night, Sigyn lay awake, tears silently rolling down her face. She'd seen the same pain in Mercy's pale blue eyes, but they were both powerless in that fight. Her own ability was too strong for Mercy to withstand, and their abilities conflicted too, to drive whatever was near both of them insane. No good would come of them hanging around each other for longer than they had already.
After parting ways with Mercy, Sigyn roamed the lands in grim silence. She left Olympus, using a gate to travel from realm to realm. She rarely stayed in one place for long, both to avoid the attention of the lesser gods and to avoid interacting with people. She explored the realms of the Egyptian gods, the Slavic gods and the Hindu gods, and spent time in the furthest reaches possible, going out of her way to avoid any sort of human contact. She even explored the nine realms of the Norse deities, though she never lingered in one place for long and her interactions with others were mercifully few and far between. The archer even delved into the lands of the fae, the otherworld, and various other realms. As much as she avoided interacting with others, she kept an eye on her surroundings. Part of her wanted to simply wander and lose herself to the wilder lands, part of her sought for a peace she'd only ever known in death. And yet still another part of her wanted to learn, and become stronger, live, so that she might be able to spit in the face of Zeus, maybe take vengeance for the pain and suffering of her sisters at his hands.
During this time she also tried just about everything she could to escape from her own mind. Drugs, alcohol, pills... Sigyn used everything under the sun she could get her hands on. Unfortunately, her reactive evolution ability that most immortals had would only allow a drug to be effective for only so long. The bitter female would go hard on one thing, but she'd only have a small window of relief before the reactive evolution well... evolved to counter it.
Despite the lack of interaction and the constant drug use, Sigyn fared well enough, physically at least. She knew how to hunt and fend for herself, and eventually she would make her way to Earth at the age of 47.
Even on Earth, she was able to keep herself fairly well-hidden even from the demons that also called the planet home. She silently watched them from afar, deciding it was better to stay out of their ongoing struggle with Heaven and whatever else they did. Even so, going years barely speaking and having nearly no interaction has an effect, and Sigyn, try as she might, was no different. And yet... She couldn't bring herself to even attempt going near them, her pessimistic and already-damaged mind had no illusions of what they would do to one such as herself.
Sigyn kept to the shadows and to the least-inhabited parts of earth as was possible. Each time a demon or angel was spotted, the wary archer oud already be on the move, her old recurve bow poised to shoot if any happened to spot her, but none did.
So when she woke up to a faint scrape of metal on stone one night in what is present-day Norway, Sigyn damn near pissed herself out of fear.
But by the time she'd leapt to her feet and picked up her bow and an arrow, whatever it was had already vanished without a trace.
...Except for a single black feather, shot through with brightly glowing red aether. A familiar black feather.
And a few feet away, tucked into the shadows where Sigyn looked, lay a massive recurve bow, the dull metal of the body unmistakeable when the archer gingerly pulled the bow out of its hiding spot into the faint moonlight.
Impervium, excellent quality, and her new best friend. Sigyn couldn't help the smile that curved her lips, whispering a silent thanks to the being she was sure wasn't far off.
She received no answer, and the air remained still except for a slight breeze. Sigyn looked around, but there was no sign of anything else nearby, the large feather she held notwithstanding.
The bow was a fair bit heavier and larger than the recurve Sigyn had been using at the time, though the heaviness was only to be expected in a weapon made out of impervium. Between the weight of the weapon and it's sheer size, nobody that wasn't at least as tall as her or as strong was going to utterly ruin the weapon if they tried using it, let alone seriously hurting themselves. The weapon gave Sigyn trouble at first, as the dark-haired archer was used to a bow that was smaller and lighter, and one that didn't need to be handled so specifically.
Once she got used to the heavier draw weight and the impervium body though, those problems melted away like they'd never existed in the first place.
Sigyn continued to stick to herself throughout the next several years, watching the humans evolve and learning their languages from a distance. She even learned the demonic language and the angel's language that their lower choirs could speak, not that she would have much use for them, preferring to live her days in silence and solitude still.
And so she kept to herself... Until she was high in the mountains in Greece. A familiar slim figure was nearby,, her hooded face turned towards another figure. The second onewas clearly one of Hell's scouts, his own attention turned to the sky.
The familiar figure moved then, slipping behind the lone scout and slitting his throat. Sigyn felt the panic in the scout's last breath as the assassin lowered him to the ground, but made no move to help him or reveal herself from the trees.
The assassin took off, vanishing through a door as quickly as she'd appeared, and Sigyn turned away in her usual silence. If Mercy was on earth too, she'd have to make a move whether she wanted to or not.
And so that was how Sigyn wound up in Hell, lurking in the shadows as Lucifer and some of his own puzzled over their fallen comrade. She decided to take the chance and spoke up from her position in the shadows, informing the archangel-turned demon of their killer.
That turned out to be a mistake.
Lucifer attacked her when her anti-omega ability chose that moment to make an appearance. After a quick struggle, Sigyn shot an arrow into his leg to slow him while she slid into the hallway and made a run for it. While navigating the twists and turns of Hell, she passed by Sathanus, demon of wrath. He, being used to wanting to kill everyone, wasn't as affected by Sigyn's handicap as Lucifer was and got in his boss' way, getting knocked unconscious in the process.
Sathanus' intervention knocked Lucifer back enough for him to get a hold of his own temper,and Sigyn and Lucifer exchanged some heated words, while various other demons watched.
Sigyn, against her better judgement, stalked back to Hell's War Room after Lucifer, where she was briefed and ordered to find the assassin.
Sometime later, an actual female angel showed up in Hell, and Lucifer set Sigyn to be her bodyguard and keep her out of trouble. The female angel's name was Violette, or Vi for short. Sigyn, oddly, was almost protective of the much smaller and naive girl, and took Vi under her wing.
Lucifer captured one of Heaven's messengers, in the wilds of Russia one day, killing him. He had taken 86 of his own with him, intending to lure the messenger archangel Gabriel out to capture him. Sigyn was among his own, and stood and watched coldly as Gabriel and the archangel Michael approached, along with three of Michael's warriors.
Against 86 demons and an archangel, they should have been no match. Indeed, Sigyn took out two of the warriors Michael had brought with a single arrow for each, and with Gabriel out of commission after Leviathan, a demon, had severed his wing and Michael coughing up blood as he fought with Lucifer, things should've gone smoothly.
But of course, things never go smoothly when you want them to. For Mercy showed up first, leaping into the frey to defend the heavily wounded and unconscious Gabriel. Then her own two friends and two other archangels showed up.
The first of the archangels to show up after the initial attack was Raphael, the healer. The second was the archer Uriel. When Michael finally fell after eating a fireball to the face, Lucifer and Uriel fought, and Sigyn chose the opportunity to shoot at the other archer, her arrows finding their mark and taking him out of the fight as well.
Mercy, the assassin that had killed the demon scout, turned her own attention to Sigyn, and the two went back and forth above the battlefield. Mercy took arrows to the leg and wing, and after her two friensd were taken out by Leviathan, Mercy's deadly Schiavona sliced into Sigyn's throat, leaving it attached by mere ligaments and the archer crumpling to the ground, unconscious, bleeding and near-death, while Hell's healers flocked to her like their lives depended on it. (And knowing Lucifer, they probably did.)
Family
Mother: Keres
Father: Aaron
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Siblings: Mercy, Ryker, Runa
Children: Cardinal (by Lucifer)
Close Relatives: Nyx branch of the Greek god family tree
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Father: Aaron
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Siblings: Mercy, Ryker, Runa
Children: Cardinal (by Lucifer)
Close Relatives: Nyx branch of the Greek god family tree
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Rivals: Ouroboros and Nyi, who were once some of her best friends.
Enemies: Oros and Nyi, Mercy (complicated! woo!) Keres (Sigyn gave up trying a long time ago, and has mostly accepted that it's kill or be killed.)
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Romance
First Love: Completely irrelevant, as he tried to drive an axe through her skull.
Love Interests: Lucifer, how the fUCK.
Marital Status: Paired for life(!?)
Orientation: Heterosexual, close to asexual almost
Significant Other: Lucifer. This should not be happening this is dangerous alarm bells going offffff
Love Style: All biting sarcasm and downright hostility on Sigyn's part, mostly. Especially in public. In private, Lucifer is the only person she has ever truly relaxed around, and while maybe not early on in their relationship, later on she actually becomes surprisingly affectionate. She cares for him, truly, even if it doesn't always show.
Flirtiness: Possibly >.>
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Virginity: No @_@
Love Interests: Lucifer, how the fUCK.
Marital Status: Paired for life(!?)
Orientation: Heterosexual, close to asexual almost
Significant Other: Lucifer. This should not be happening this is dangerous alarm bells going offffff
Love Style: All biting sarcasm and downright hostility on Sigyn's part, mostly. Especially in public. In private, Lucifer is the only person she has ever truly relaxed around, and while maybe not early on in their relationship, later on she actually becomes surprisingly affectionate. She cares for him, truly, even if it doesn't always show.
Flirtiness: Possibly >.>
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Virginity: No @_@
Thoughts on Others
Lucifer (Mate, alive) - You pissed me the fuck off when we first met, aside from scaring the crap out of me and you really like fucking with me, don't you? (both figuratively and literally, and much as I hate to admit it, I enjoy it too) If I had a shred of common sense, I'd bury a bolt in your gorgeous face and be done with it. You're a manipulative asshat, but you've given me a goal to live for, and I'm not sure if I hate you or love you for it. Maybe a bit of both.
Soooo, not a healthy relationship, at all. But then, it really was never meant to be that, it's glaringly obvious.
Person (relationship, status) - stuff here
Person (relationship, status) - stuff here
Soooo, not a healthy relationship, at all. But then, it really was never meant to be that, it's glaringly obvious.
Person (relationship, status) - stuff here
Person (relationship, status) - stuff here
Unique Abilities
Magic's Nullification (passive) - all magic within a radius of 20 meters doesn't work. Everything just... stops, basically. Healing spells, elemental attacks, shapeshifting, clairvoyance, etc will all just not work at all. For clairvoyance/scrying-type things and shapeshifting, the powers of The Creator will always work, and He is the only one who can override the nullification (along with his Seraph, but they're more dealing with the very fabric of reality itself, and not actual magic)
Wrath Of The Anti-Omega (passive) - it comes and goes whenever it pleases, inciting rage and fury and violence aimed at Sigyn wherever she goes. Literally the opposite of the Omega ability.
Wrath Of The Anti-Omega (passive) - it comes and goes whenever it pleases, inciting rage and fury and violence aimed at Sigyn wherever she goes. Literally the opposite of the Omega ability.
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