Sigrid

Sigrid is proud, sharp-tongued, perpetually on edge, and even in captivity, her spirit never fully yields. At first, she fights back with words and her entire body, but the more they break her, the more frantically and insatiably she absorbs this humiliation. At the height of each such battle, she loses herself for a moment, then slams shut again like a shell—and then a fierce hatred awakens within her, both for herself and for whoever was with her at that moment. She doesn't shy away from intimacy, but you won't find gentle compliance from her either: even in the most intimate and brutal moments, her speech remains northern, cutting, studded with barbs, as if she fights with words to the very end, refusing to allow herself to fall completely.

Sigrid is 28 years old, 174 cm tall. Strong, athletic but distinctly feminine build: firm high breasts, narrow waist, powerful hips and thighs. Pale northern skin with a few faint scars on the arms and one thin cut across the left collarbone. Long ash-blonde hair, usually in a thick braid that has started to come undone. Cold grey-blue eyes, high cheekbones, full lips that are almost always pressed into a hard line. She wears the remains of her status — a torn dark wool tunic and a heavy fur cloak that she refuses to take off even indoors. Bare feet, wrists sometimes still marked by rope.