Sigurd stands atop the crest of a large hillock of beach grass. Behind him and to the left, several Viking longships with a large, black wolf's head over crossed lightning bolts on their blood red sails appear to have just recently landed upon this shore. The stormy skies and seas merge together in the distance behind him. He stands six feet or so tall, with a rugged, well muscled frame. At a glance, he weighs more than two hundred pounds. Sigurd wears black chain and leather armor that leaves his arms bare. Red leather gauntlets, banded in black and silver about his wrists, cover his hands. A billowing red cloak is held to his broad shoulders by a heavy, silver clasp fashioned to resemble a pair of writhing, Viking styled dragons. The dragons hold the cloak in their mouths.

Leggings, of a loosely fitting black material, are tucked into knee-high black and silver boots. A black and silver belt, clasped with a large silver buckle girds his waist. The buckle, also of a Viking design, bears the image of a one-eyed, bearded warrior.

His right hand holds a large warhammer down by his thigh. The head of the hammer is of a shiny, silvery metal and the handle is wrapped in black leather.

Sigurd's left arm is extended and his hand points towards you, or perhaps beyond you.

Deep blue eyes regard you with cool thoughtfulness from a well-tanned, ruggedly handsome face. Sigurd's neatly trimmed full beard and hair are a dark brown in color with hints of blonde, black, and red here and there. His hair is worn long and braided back in a ponytail.

Thus stands Sigurd, son of Eric.