Sigma

File:Whitechapel New Banner 2.jpg "Come here, let me share a bit of wisdom with you. Have you given much thought to our mortal condition? Probably not. Why would you? Well, listen. All mortals owe a debt to death. There's no one alive Who can say if he will be tomorrow. Our fate moves invisibly! A mystery. No one can teach it, no one can grasp it. Accept this! Cheer up! Have a drink! But don't forget Aphrodite--that's one sweet goddess. You can let the rest go. Am I making sense? I think so. How about a drink. Put on a garland. I'm sure The happy splash of wine will cure your mood. We're all mortal you know. Think mortal. Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life, ... It's just catastrophe." ― Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides So, Let's Raise Our Glass: To the accident season, To the river beneath us where we sink our souls, To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling, One more drink for the watery road. ― Moïra Fowley-Doyle File:Whitechapel gif.gif Bannaichean Blàr: "Growling is not a happy noise. You keep saying that it is, but I don't believe you. Neither should anyone else... about anything. Still, at least I can rely upon you to stand your ground, and share your stories... unworthy as they have been thusfar. Onward, brother, to greater battles and glory on the highest!" I Have Drunk the Night: And swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon And singing with rapture. There is not a thing I do not love. There is not a person I have not forgiven. I feel a universe of love. I feel a universe of light. Tonight, I am with old friends And we are returning home. The moon is our witness. ― Kamand Kojouri File:Whitechapel 2.jpg [[Giantborn]]: Born with ice in her veins, quite literally, she enjoys referring to herself as a 'snow angel'. Albeit one that carries about a massive earth-breaker and keeps company with an ornery and thieving bear, but a snow angel all the same. [[Cavalier]]: Of the Order of the Cockatrice, to be specific -- a mounted and forward ground assault specialist with an unusual companion ... or... two, or three... unusual companions... [[Mathan Mor]]: A dire bear youngling with wolf-white fur, striking blue eyes and whorled red 'tattoos', her closest friend -- he may steal anything that isn't nailed down, and subsequently try to EAT it, but he is a stalwart companion, and a fair decent pillow. So fluffy. [[Glory Seeker]]: Were you hoping to gain glory from your battle? NOPE. Witness the awe-inspiring presence that is the Kill Stealing Queen. She will do anything if she believes that it might gain her some divine witness... or, you know, the approval of her dad. [[Arrogance]]: She would call it confidence, but the simple fact of the matter is that she is completely consumed by her own story, her own glory, her own worth. Whether it is a masking technique that is hiding a darker view, or an honest belief that she is greater than all-comers is left to question, but the end result is the same. [[Hedonist]]: Food. Drink. Merriment. The finest of things, and in the greatest of quantities, she is never one to say no to today's indulgence -- lest it be stolen by tomorrow's uncertainty. [[Helvegen]]: An old companion; an oruch monk from some forgotten monastery, drifting about the great free world somewhere. She tells tales of him often, to both willing and unwilling audience. [[Stories]]: Great tales of greater battles, a yarn spun about the glory of achievement, or legends of things that may not have been; whatever it is, if she ain't talkin', she's listenin'... or interrupting, so she can be talkin'. [[Song]]: Though no true bard, she is a skilled minstrel in her own right; a northlands skald that believes that when simple stories fall short, it is song that will carry your voice to whatever Gods it is that she might follow. You Work That You May Keep Pace: With the earth and the soul of the earth. For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, And to step out of life's procession, That marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite. When you work you are a flute through whose heart The whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, When all else sings together in unison? ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet File:Whitechapel 3.jpg Who Wants To Live Forever - Queen There's no time for us There's no place for us What is this thing that builds our dreams, Yet slips away from us Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever? Oh ooo-oh There's no chance for us It's all decided for us This world has only one sweet moment Set aside for us. Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever Ooh Who dares to love forever Oh oo woh, when love must die. But touch my tears with your lips Touch my world with your fingertips And we can have forever And we can love forever Forever is our today Who wants to live forever' Who wants to live forever Forever is our today Who waits forever anyway? File:Whitechapel 4.jpg Dust In The Wind - Kansas I close my eyes only for a moment, And the moment's gone All my dreams pass before my eyes, A curiosity. Dust in the wind, All they are is dust in the wind. Same old song, Just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do crumbles to the ground, Though we refuse to see. Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind. Now, don't hang on, Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky. It slips away, And all your money won't another minute buy. Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind (All we are is dust in the wind) Dust in the wind (Everything is dust in the wind), Everything is dust in the wind (the wind) What Life Expects Of Us File:Whitechapel PB 2.jpg Name: Sigma "Godspite" Helvensdottir Relatives: Unknown Apparent Age: Adult Height: 7'0" Eyes: Aurora Borealis Hair: White Lineage: Jarl Helven Ivarsen Culture: Unknown Birthplace: Ivrshaad Cause: Skald-Fodder Position: Second-In-Line, First-In-Shouting Role: Meandering Gloryhound File:Whitechapel Gif 2.gif ... Is That We Celebrate ... }}