Post by Siegfried Falenrath on Mar 23, 2014 14:45:56 GMT -7
SIEGFRIED FALENRATH
Siegfried Falenrath Twenty-Four Neutral Sieg, Falen Torment Vaccine, Data, Mixed FACE CLAIM: Julius Visconti ANIMANGA: Gods Eater 2 GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 6'1" WEIGHT: 155 lbs APPEARANCE Siegfried truly plays the role he was born into, at least when it comes to appearance – and he’s not someone you’ll miss walking down the street. Standing at six foot one and weighing one hundred and fifty five pounds, he’s built for the military role that he’s put himself into to give himself pride, and he certainly shows that in the way he walks. Messy blond hair frames his face, cut short to his jawline, bangs falling to his eyes – silver in color, which is actually the thing he hates most about himself, simply due to the fact that his family wasn't happy with it either. A white, short sleeved, button up shirt is kept without a stain, buttoned fully to the collar, with a leather collar buckled under the collar of the shirt. The shirt is decorated along the edge of the collar and around the bottom with gold threads in a somewhat fancy little pattern. A dark blue and black military style jacket is worn over the shirt, the sleeves rolled up (revealing a white underside on the cuffs) to his forearms and a red ribbon peeking out on his chest that match the red zippers on his jacket. On the back of the jacket, between his shoulder blades, a metallic silver wolf head decoration is attached to the fabric. His choice in pants match his military based noble style – a tight black material with silver trims and gold decorations, lacing toward the top – and are held around his waist by a leather belt. His pants tuck into shin high boots trimmed in silver and gold fabrics and threads, buckling twice at the top. Black leather, finger-less gloves that match his boots are always worn in public, used to keep his hands safe when he uses blades and guns. He often wears a stern look on his face, warding many away from getting too close. He’s not entirely fond of people, not wanting to be judged any further than his family already has, regardless of his military career, and it shows in the way he carries himself. Truthfully, however, he’s not as bad of a person as he appears to be upon first look... so he tends to rely on the fact that most people judge a book by its cover. I know I've always been a bit hard, perhaps even brutal throughout my life. But really, it's all I've known. I was born and raised in Germany, born into a noble family. Most people would think it would make for the perfect life: money, influential power, a nice, comfy cushion to build a life upon - I was given a life many would envy. And if I lived up to the family standards, or rather... was born with the family standards, it would have been. My mother and father are your typical image of a German when someone mentions the word. Blond hair and blue eyes. It's something they prided themselves in. My siblings were born the same as they... I was not. When I was born, they were thrilled to see that I had blond hair... but when I opened my eyes, there was nothing but disappointment that hasn't faded, even to this day. My eyes were the wrong shade. They weren't blue... they were grey. Even as I grew, my hair remained the golden blond they were so fond of... but the grey remained. Ever since I learned of their disappointment, I worked hard to make them proud, to see a smile touch their lips as they looked at me. But they valued my siblings more, regardless of what I did. They loved me, don't get me wrong... my value was simply less. I suppose you can say, the lack of response I received through my life built me a wall around my heart. Where my parents lacked in showing me affection, one of the maids had picked it up. She made sure I was eating adequately, my health was proper, and that I was getting my schoolwork done - aiding me with homework when I needed it. But through my years, this is really all I had. No matter how hard I tried or what I did to impress my parents, nothing ever seemed to work out as I wanted it to. I didn’t want to be the one pushed out as I was in my family… and I knew, the only way to remove myself from that situation was to, literally, remove myself. By the time I hit the age of eighteen, I had decide that I no longer cared what my family thought – or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. I didn’t want the pain anymore, the frustration that stung my mind with each thought that crossed it. I didn’t have any way I could do so before hand, but now that I had come of age, I had the perfect way to do so with little to no worries. Without telling the maid, my parents or even my siblings – I joined the military. Without telling anyone, I left home. To be honest, I didn’t want anyone knowing where I’d went, what I was doing – I didn’t want to be found. Training wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t anything I wasn’t already used to. Tough love, hard work and a swift kick in the ass if you did anything wrong – felt like home. But there was a major difference, a difference that made everything worth it – I felt appreciated here. Appreciated enough that I found myself climbing the ranks once – dedicating every ounce and second of my life to this – finding myself sitting at a captains position by the age of 22. Finally, I had done something with my life… and finally, I had found myself no longer caring if my parent’s approved of me or not – at least, that’s what I had begun to believe. There would always be part of me that wanted them to. Things were looking up for me, I’d found a purpose – the one thing I’d always found myself wanting. Of course I knew about the wars with the beasts that called themselves digimon happening in Asia and the war spreading across the world as the same beasts were spotted and taken down – but I’d always seen this as little to no concern to myself, even as a captain in the military. After all, there was nothing I could do about it even if I wanted to. Truth be told, I really didn’t But I suppose, that wasn’t my choice – at least it wasn’t in the end. I’d taken it upon myself to head out on patrol one night, as the assigned soldier had fallen ill. I was aware of how foolish the decision was – generally soldiers with digimon partners, so they were called, were sent on such a duty as they could actually fight should they find a target. Having sent the soldier to his quarters, I prepared a horse and set out. The night was calm and quiet – a warm spring night. I was confident there’d be no encounters that night, there hadn’t been any in months. Things were generally peaceful around where I was stationed anyway. I had false hope – to say the least. My horse grew restless, a sign that was never good, but I’d figured it sensed predators, wolves or something that we could easily outrun or I could shoot down. I pressed him on, having convinced myself of this. Then, he stopped, refusing to go any further, no matter how much I urged him. Instead, he began to move backward… and when I looked up, I saw why. A large black wolf stood before us… a wolf of metal. With a bloodcurdling snarl, the creature, which I could only assume was a digimon, released an attack that exploded near my fleeing horse, throwing me from the saddle. Injured by the time I’d hit the ground, my horse no longer in sight, I knew I was done for. There was no way I could escape the digimon that drew closer, heavy paws hitting the ground with deep, resonating thuds as it drew closer. I’d accepted this as my fate by the time the beast let out a laugh, muttered words trailing after – it was making fun of me… but the words rang as nothing but true in my mind. “Pathetic human…” That’s all I’d ever been, after all. And something I no longer wanted to be. Having prepared myself for a death that never came, I looked up at the wolf as a cry of pain rang through the night air – it feeling what I had expected. I didn’t see much before I felt something pick me up and run away shortly after without a word. Once back at home camp, it brought me to the infirmary to be taken care of, staying by my side through each second – refusing to leave. It didn’t say a word until I was properly taken care of and bandaged, left to rest. “I almost didn’t make it in time… foolish human as a partner, but I’ve had my eyes on you for quite some time…” Partner. Great. I’d become one of those. It wasn’t long after I’d been saved that I was informed that I’d be shipped to Japan to aid with the battle against the digimon there, assuming my same position there as I had here… something I was not amused to hear, but accepted regardless. After all, I didn’t have a choice. My life was never my choice in the first place. But I’d make the best of it. Hey... at least I was away from my family. MEMBER NAME: Ryuujin AGE: Twenty-Three OTHER CHARACTERS: Kouhei Makoto, Oliver Radleigh, Griffin Caerwyn, Mikhail Nazilevskii ROLEPLAY SAMPLE No. |
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