Appearance: Standing tall with his 6'1 feet with a rather slim body, though not weak. Over two hundred years have trained his body to the maximum. He looks young with even two hundred years on his back, but he seems to have not aged a day since biding his life farewell. He still looks like in the middle of his twenties.
His torso is well built, though always hid by clothing and the likes, it is a result of over two hundred years of training, sweating, serious injuries and a lot of bone fractures. the breast muscles and the abs are well seen when shirtless and the only way this part of his body is decorated is with scars residing on his skin and in his soul for life, as well as several tattoo's. One being a tattoo resembling tribal lines forming two black wings going down from his shoulder-blades, but not leaving the back, nor going to the sides and not going lower than his waist. The most recognizable scars are those of hollow fights and training, but mist of them come from himself, well his hollow side to be exact. Their conflicts and the fact that they have been crossing swords for the last years have left a large dent in Sieg's physical attractiveness to some girls, but raised it for the women with the darker and more cruel personality.
His legs are those of a real warrior and role model for the lover ranked in live, in the shinigami ranks and in the attractiveness scale, if there is such a dull and boring thing. Siegfried has trained his legs well to, they are strong enough to kick holes in walls and kick through a horde of hollows on one of his bad days. for some interesting reason or other his genitals going lower than his head have not had any growth of hair, leaving everything besides his head naked. Well I won't tell you about the intimate stuff, you'll have to find it out IC.
His arms, as mentioned before are hair-less, but yet manly hands with veins visible every time he clenches his fingers together to make a fist and sending it off with strength enough to punch your teeth down your throat. The muscles are well visible in these areas as well. Applying for the right hand: the muscles are visible below the tribal tattoo resembling two "S's" crossed representing the childhood gang he was in when alive.
Going up, even higher: his head is that of a typical American. With jet black hair hanging down wildly sometimes weakening his sight allowing for petty mistakes and a lot of openings to be sighted by an opponent worthy and keen enough. His eyes dark partly covered by his wild mane. His sight is enough to see the enemies moves coming and to see right through the very opponent as well. His nose being an ideal work of symmetry, said to be gods modeling and his lips full enough to be every woman's wish, he is compered to an Adonis. On the back of his neck resides a Japanese character meaning - protection. It was a blessing from the priestesses of a temple. His mask is the remains of the right cheek .
Though he shows often a dull and careless look, he often is misunderstood at first sight. The clothing in the image bellow are those he used to wear when still alive. Those were the times when thief's and rouges plagued the forests and attacked the wealthy and the noble. The time when picking up a sword to be a knight who brings salvation or a bandit who brings destruction were the only two real choices. He had fought a lot of foreign warriors and taken from each of them something worth the while, either after the fight or while fighting, with force. All except the seemingly cybernetic arm are exactly the same. What he wears now is the standart arrancar uniform with a vest for a top. (Like Grimjows.)
Personality: A man who, despite his unappealing way of conversation and dreadful look, still cares a lot for the opposite gender. Not if he is attacked by a representative of it, he has no problems fighting a woman, may it even be an infant, though he will surely hold back against one if not completely challenged. He has a habit trying to seduce women at the weirdest times, even in the midst of battle, even an opponent. He knows what he likes and he likes it much. He is a real smooth-talker with pick-up lines and compliments from half a thousand years ago, ones that have brought queens and princesses with entire kingdoms to the male gender. Even a goddess would blush if Siegfried really tried to seduce her. He does not show any other emotion than affection to a girl of his choice, if she really favors him. He will not back from a challenge, a feisty girl that is.
He shows not fear around anyone. He stays reasonable and calm acting with someone greater in power than him. He gives not away his weaknesses easily and does not approve of battles that serve no purpose. He shows not excitement easily as well, together with pleasure. He is one to hide that he is interested in something so that no one knows his real motives for sure. And he will not grieve for anything, even someone lost to the fangs of time or to an opponents blade. He will not sulk about anything and will not let use his affections against him. He will not rage off by simply being deceived with foul words and empty threats. He will rarely answer with the same and rarely raise his voice to the threatening and uncomfortable tone, may the situation appear grim or almost impossible to get out of.
He never backs down from a worthy challenge and participates in fair battles. He finds it boring to draw his blade all the time. He rather prefers hand to hand combat and after that sword battles. He has not forgotten the power of cero as well, but attacking with spells is quite boring even though he was good if not excellent at it. He has achieved a state where he can read his opponent and see right through them. He is sometimes able to predict their movements and plan several steps ahead, though faintly at that.
He hates what he hates and likes what he likes, there is no need for him to change and there never will. Sure, he acts a little and tells what the ladies want to hear when smooth talking, but that is about it. He enjoys good comedy as well as some beautiful art or a superb theater play. But he has also experienced many music ways with almost half a millennium behind him and he not been as found to one as he is to rock and metal. His mind may be poisoned by the pop songs a little, so he might hum one once in a while, but don't expect him to know every newest track. He is somewhat of a gambler. He does not the usual kind of guy who will spend his money all at once and on everything. He knows what he is able to do with two cards in his hands and five cards lying on the table. That's right – poker. He is skillful with bluffing, in real life as well as in a hand or two and he enjoys it.
Fighting Style: His main fighting style is that where you taunt your opponent into attacking first and then countering with a fast attack which goes for the vitals. He aims for the organs as well with fists as with a sword. He uses his knees and elbows in his attacks, like fighting in the Mui Thai style, but he has no need returning to his fighting stance after every attack. He fancies the attack plus cero combos as well.
Background: It all began in the seventeenth century with the birth of a child, a boy to be exact. A boy who was given a royal name despite his families grim looking financial status and the fact his bloodline was as royal as fish that could talk. He was forced to walk the first years through the dark forests and through various villages where everyone was a poor and sick of life as him. His parents were traders and traveling salesmen. Though you couldn't get any big money from what you found in the woods so they were forced to go to dangerous castles, ruins, caves and the likes to find something valuable that would save them from starving and would keep them alive for another day or two. They often faced bandits and thief's that wanted whatever they were carrying around, no matter what it was, they didn't even care to ask if the bags had been filled with anything to begin with so his father mostly protected them while Siegfried hid behind his mother.
That's basically the way his childhood flied away with soaring wings and as fast as a bandit ran away from the law. But he was forced to fight for his own life from one day forward. The day both his parents were murdered by scum.
They were returning from a dark cave which had been searched through and the only thing they had found were some mushrooms and fire wood for another night camping outside. They made half the way to a nearby town when the night fell above their heads. They decide to not continue but simply rest for the day, thinking that with two men it would be enough to survive the night. Siegfried was sent to the forest for more firewood as the one he had already collected had burned to ashes by the flames that made their camp fire. He had no trouble seeing what he was picking up as the darkness was cleared by the puny flames of the fire and some fireflies that surrounded him.
As he bent to pick up another piece of wood he heard a loud scream and then a laugh. He grabbed the wood tight and ran to the faint signs of humans, probably the only ones in the whole forest and as soon as he got to the camp he saw his parent lying on the ground dead with blood spilled on the ground and the forest wildlife, as well as a large puddle below his parents. Everything was read and he snapped immediately. He dropped the firewood and picked up his fathers blade. He charged at the ones he claimed as his enemies and slashed at them with all his might. Bringing them to their knees to roll down in agony after that he finished them off one by one carefully remembering each aspect he could hear in their screams: agony, pain, fear, anger. All these emotions were followed by death. He sat down on the bags he had carried and thought about taking his own life for a split second, before he heard the yell and heavy breathing of what seemed to be an animal. Siegfried rose his blade and blocked the incoming one. It was two or three times larger, the blade and the one who carried it, each each than than their counterparts. The one who blocked was thrown down to the ground with a shattered blade in his hands and his chest torn open. He took a few deep breaths and eyed his opponent before standing up. The half-dead child did not seem as a worthy opponent. It was rather surprising he could stand right now. Siegfried regained his senses and grabbed his broken sword tightly. He charged at the man who resembled an ox in size and overall appearance. Covered in leather he was spit in the face by Siegfried. that was no saliva, not only anyway, it was mixed with blood. While the beast was distracted a blade ran through his throat and silenced the last screams that were heard that night. His life and blade was taken and dragged away.
Siegfried worries did not end with the mans death. He was hunted by the killed mans higher-ups. It turned out that he was a part from an gang of bandits and he was one of the top ranked dogs. So Siegfried could only escape those weakling by joining up a gang himself. Said - done. He joined one called "Soul Stealer's". Being young and wild, nothing like what he is now, he started to kill and murder everyone he was told to, even civilians. some where even from the gang that was hunting him. Some seemingly small-matter killings later the two gangs went to war with each other. Both sending all of their men and women to fight the opposite forces. Siegfried was at the top of his game. He killed each and every new face he saw, not thinking twice. as almost an hour had passed he was still not tired of killing. But his life was taken by an archer of the enemies ranks. The first arrow piercing his backside and bringing his lips to let out a growl. He turned around to face the bastard and curse him for several lifetimes before his heart was pierced by another arrow.
As the war had ended and a few ghostly images were standing in the middle each bound with a chain to his or her human remains. the bodies covered in blood and scars were violently crippled and payed no respect to. Each death came in a different way, each more painful, humiliating and agonizing than the previous. The spirits continued to fight and argue even in these forms. They weren't as shocked of their death as angry that they died and had to possibly meet his or her murderer again in afterlife. the silence that was hear at the beginning lasted only a few seconds before everyone started to spout nonsense and yell at each other. Only Siegfried was completely silent. He just watched his dead remains lye on the ground with several arrows protruding from it. "So weak..." He sighed and closed his eyes as he was surrounded by fools and idiots who did not care even about their own deaths. "You idiots..." He sighed again. He could not bare the fact that he was one of them. He had been deceived by the thrill and excitement of killing and brought into a fight, no a war, that he could have easily avoided. His life spared and his heart not pierced, not just by an arrow, but by foolishness. "You let your emotions control yourself while placing your life on the line to play against the devil... and you lost... your very life." He despised himself. It seemed as if he was a completely different person from before. He was much more mature and was now focused to attain a state of spiritual calmness, that would also be his key to victory from this day on forth.
A large crash and a cloud of smoke in the middle of the battlefield calmed the ones arguing for a very long time now. They were surprised and stupefied by the appearance of a monster clawing its way out of the cloud throwing bodies and dirt all around the area. A large demon-like figure looked over them with an eye ready to kill and to eat launch. With a simple swing about ten meters of land were gone, they simply disappeared. The monster rose its arm above its head and opened his claw to drop the collected spirits together with a large amount of dirt and mud into his mouth. Some rocks and mud fell past it and buried the bodies below it. It then started to walk towards more victims leaving bodies crushed into the ground left in his footprints.People running scared away, though not getting anywhere since their souls were still attached to their bodies. Even Siegfried, who promised himself he would keep his emotions under control had to open his eyes wide at this sight. The enormous beast coming his way looking even more hungry. As soon as Siegfried regained his sense he looked at his chain and tried to rip it out of his chest. He tried several times but it had no use. The beast continued its way at the buffet. Siegfried couldn't take it. The boy grabbed his chain with his right hand and wrapped it around his leg. He then jumped in the air and performed a front-flip and stretching out his leg. As he came down the heel of his leg hit the chain and broke it in half, leaving good two meters for him to carry around. He didn't leave it on purpose, he just couldn't get even more off of him and perhaps it was a blessing he couldn't. He started to run at the forest thinking he could get some sanctuary there. Though the beast was not satisfied with the other souls, or he just couldn't bare for someone to survive his attacks, either way he came after the boy in hopes of finding and killing him.
He ran at least a mile before stopping and hiding behind a rather large tree, not larger than the vile beast but it was better than nothing. He could hear the beast growling and screaming together with trees being ripped out of the ground with the very roots and torn over crashing before going to ground. As the beast came closer he took a deep breath and waited for it to pass him. The only thing he heard was a yell, high as it came from the top of its lungs. He quickly crouched and avoided a painful and quick death. The claws cut through the tree leaving only a stump behind. "Where is the blood?" It asked after licking its claws. "Argh!" Could be heard from it as it struck again by ramming its claws into the ground behind the stump. "Where is the splurt? Why wont you die?!" The monster yelled repeatedly ramming its claws into the ground. After ten or more hits it stopped and took a closer look. As its head was as close as possible the boy appeared from behind the stump and threw the end of his chain at the beats mask. It cracked a little but the beast showed no pain. it grabbed Siegfried and picked him up with two claws. "In you go!" it said dropping the kid into is mouth.
Siegfried had been devoured and sent to Hueco Mundo by the hollow who had attacked him and the other trainees. Though, Siegfried didn’t remember anything as his past was covered in fog for him. The only thing he remembered was his name and the fact that he was mad. He didn’t know why or at whom, but his mind was tormented by rage at the very moment and yet he kept his calm for his gut told him that it was the right choice. Another thing he felt was hunger. He saw some other beings that very little different from him and they were the only food source he could think off. So he did it. He started to feed on them and he didn’t need long to somehow evolve and grow stronger. He felt power going through his veins and he liked it. The next form followed not long after. It was an animal like shape and something deep inside told him that if he stopped he would not grow stronger. He continued until he acquired a more human like shape. At one point his mask started to feel weird and so he decided to rip it off. It was a long time consuming and painful process. But when the mask was almost completely off, with only a small part on his cheek remaining - he felt even more powerful. After the change he realised he wasn’t far from a fortress and so he now walks at the giant palace in the middle of nowhere.
Last edited by Siegfried Enders on 6/14/2011, 11:08 am; edited 3 times in total
Kuketsu Satoshi
Posts : 34 Points : 6 Join date : 2010-10-03 Age : 31 Location : San Diego
Subject: Re: Siegfried Enders 6/13/2011, 11:47 pm
Alright, I can see that you just copied this app from a different site and due to that, there are many problems.
Lets start with your appearance.
First off, your age is 247, so how could he have trained for "almost half a thousand years?" I don't think 247 is anywhere near 500. Also, you say he looks young and well built despite him being over 300 years old. Again, I don't think 247 is a bigger than 300. Please change those numbers to correspond to your age.
And his visual age is mid twenties, yet in his appearance you say that he looks between 18 and 20. Last time I checked, mid twenties is not between those two numbers.
Second, saying that he is fast, strong, and agile is not an appearance description. That would go under fighting style. However, those three strengths are too much when put together. You could be be fast and agile, but weak in strength, or strong, but slow. Also, what do you mean by saying that he is "someone who could start a little war?" Since it is in his appearance, I assume you mean that he looks so good that people start fighting him out of jealousy. Which is stupid.
Third, I know for a fact that you copied this from your Vizard application on Forbidden Gates, but you are applying to be an Arrancar on this site. However, I know that you didn't bother proof reading this app because there are so many obvious errors everywhere in this app. For example, you say that he got a scar from fighting his "hollow side." Last time I checked, Arrancars do not fight their Hollow sides since, well, they are Hollows and they do not a spirit living inside of them to fight anyways.
Another is that you say his legs are the “role model” for “the lover ranked in live” and the “shinigami ranks.” First thing that’s wrong with this, “lover ranked in live” doesn’t make any sense at all. What do you mean by that? You say “ranked,” so are you talking about a ranking system? If so, is the ranking system about how alive something is? And if that is true, then you are saying that his legs are so lively, that other people try to make their legs as lively as his so they could be like him. You do realize that none of this makes any sense what-so-ever?
The second issue with that statement is that your character is an Arrancar and no Shinigami would try to make their legs look like an Arrancar’s legs because they kind of hate them.
Fourth, you say that his legs are so strong that he can “kick through a horde of hollows.” Well, not every Hollow has the same amount of strength and Arrancars are Hollows too. So basically, you are saying that he is the strongest Arrancar ever and everyone else, even if they are of a higher rank, are weaker than him. This is not acceptable either.
I also fail to understand how his genitals not having hair means that everything except his head is naked and no amount of logic you try to say will every make that make sense. Also that is information that we do not, and should not, want to know about.
Fifth, he is so strong that he can “your teeth down your throat.” Well, again, you are flat out saying that he is vastly stronger than everyone. Hell, just because you are stronger than someone doesn’t mean that you can punch them once and all their teeth fly out of their mouth, especially when dealing with people made of reishi, and saying that you can do this means that your strength is godly compared to everyone else’s strength. You are not allowed to say this at all.
Sixth, his head is certainly NOT that of a typical American. Long, “jet black hair” is not typical for an American.
Finally, say that the “clothing in the image below” is his clothing when he was alive. Well, I don’t see an image anywhere concerning his appearance. And you say that everything he wears is the same, but he wears the standard Arrancar uniform. That also doesn’t make sense.
And honestly, the amount of description you give about every little detail about him makes you seem like you are trying to sexualize your character. No offense, but this makes reading this app very uncomfortable and makes you seem very juvenile.
Now onto the personality.
I don’t think an “infant” would challenge someone, especially an adult, to a battle. But even if a baby did, you say that you would fight him/her. Picture that; a grown, very muscular man hitting a poor defenseless baby. I don’t care if you are “holding back,” just saying that makes your character a total jerk that I totally hate.
Additionaly, you go into too much detail about everything about him. Yes a lot of detail is nice, but you give too much of it and most of it is unnecessary and, in my opinion, very boring to read. We don’t need to know what type of music he likes or what type of plays he likes. It just adds unnecessary length to the app.
Now onto the background.
If he was born in the seventeenth century, then he would be older than what you say he is. This RP takes place in the year 2022, so please adjust his birth date.
Also, a kid would not be able to kill that many people, especially if those people managed to slaughter an entire village. That is too unrealistic. He would be lucky to even take down one. And also, he just picks up a sword and instantly becomes a skilled swordsman. That is also not logical. You state nowhere that he became a swordsman or had skills using them. If he isn’t a kid at that time, then say how many years passed. But you say that he was a “boy” when he encountered a Hollow, but a kid could not be strong enough to break his soul chain. That isn’t possible.
And souls that get eaten by Hollows do not go to Hueco Mundo. They simply vanish from existence. In order to become a Hollow, a soul needs wandering around long enough for his or her soul chain to shatter and that process is sped up by malevolent actions. Additionally, Hollows on our site do not just decide to rip off their mask one day because it felt weird. They need to be taught by the Primera to do so. And selective memory loss is not allowed on this site either.
There are still many other errors that will be addressed as you continue fixing this profile, IF you decide to put the amount of effort needed to fix it that is. Part of the reason why there are so many errors is that this app was meant for a Vizard. Not an Arrancar. Another part of the problem is that you basically copied it from another site without proof reading it.
You have been very disrespectful to me by putting an app up that is 99% copied from another site when I told you before that you would be better off making a brand new one from scratch. What’s even worse is that you didn’t bother to adjust it to fit for an Arrancar that much or even an app that fits our format. Not every RP site has the same grading system and to expect that we’d approve an app that you copied from a different site is not a good decision.
Oh, and here is a message from our co-admin: “'I'm the homo here, the only person who likes men. You managed to find a way to make me think this is pandering. Congratz, Dead or Alive is above you on classiness. Go shoot yourself.”
I am one of the nicer, more forgiving moderators on this site, so take that as you will.
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