Post by Siegfried von Schroider on Apr 20, 2009 7:51:05 GMT -5
SIEGFRIED VON SCHROIDER:: is presented by
Siggy, who's been roleplaying for about eight years and is 18 years old. Siggy also plays Senna Rylee.
Siggy, who's been roleplaying for about eight years and is 18 years old. Siggy also plays Senna Rylee.
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◊ && This Better Be Something ◊
The birth certificate reads Siegfried von Schroider
But You Better Call Me Siggy (call him that and feel his wrath)
I've Seen the World For 19 years
As I've Been Around Since January 9th
Making Myself Known As CEO of Schroider Corp., a rival of Kaiba Corp.
I Duel With He uses a Valkyrie deck based around Norse mythology. By combining his Goddess cards with Nibelung's Ring, Siegfried is able to control what cards his opponent draws and destroy any monsters that might be used against him before they are summoned. His signature move is the Ride of the Valkyries card to summon his Valkyrie monsters for victory in one united strike.
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◊ && This Face is Going Somewhere ◊
Siegfried is a rather feminine looking man, with long and thick pink-hued hair with parts of it framing his face to around the same level of the end of his nose. His bangs are slightly thicker than the rest of his hair, jutting out from the top of his forehead and cut into a slightly triangular shape, reaching down to almost completely cover his eyebrows, but with the point almost covering the area between his brows. His eyes are delicately shaped, almost almond-shaped but more wing-shaped, and are a striking pale gold color, paler, even, than the color of his skin, which would be considered to have a peaches-and-cream complexion. His eyes are also very expressive in the way he moves them, though the expressions within his eyes are much harder to reader, but it’s obvious that he is very thoughtful. The rest of Siegfried’s facial features are a combined appearance of delicate and sharp, with his nose being a noticeable yet pleasing part of his face and his jaw line is more angular (think triangular), carrying on with the tradition of triangles being a heavy part of his appearance.
Siegfried obviously thinks that grooming is a very important aspect of daily life, and will never be seen outside of his home without wearing some sort of expensive suit and with carefully brushed and prodded hair. His suits square his shoulders, with the blazers commonly spreading out slightly just below his waist. The pants are normally straight-legged all the way down. The most common suit he can be seen in, however, is that of a darker red/pink color with a large burgundy red bowtie. He will also wear a rather old-fashioned and slightly frilly smoky white shirt to complete his look, giving him the true appearance of an eccentric dandy, complete with perfectly polished dress shoes that are both comfortable and stylish.
His frame is tall and lean, being that he stands at 6’1”, and he carries himself in a purposeful manner, establishing his position the moment he walks into a room. He is very long-legged, and each step he takes is clearly full of certainty. His mannerisms are vain, his stature proud.
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◊ && I’ve Wasted Enough Time Already ◊
Siegfried was raised by an inattentive father, and often left alone throughout many times in his life. With his only company often being his little brother, Leonhart von Schroider, Siegfried often had to find his own ways to entertain himself. His family was wealthy, and had access to the greatest pieces of technology around at that time, so Siegfried would occupy himself by ‘dabbling in technology’, as one could say. But while his father wasn’t the loving sort, he was always very proud of his son, and Siegfried was considered to be a prodigy, and that was a standard that he never failed to live up to.
Siegfried spent much of his time with his mother and nannies, who forced him to study so that one day he could become heir to his father's ailing company. While he would have liked to have had more time to spend with Leonhart, Siegfried was always pushed away from his younger brother... always made to work hard so that perhaps he could pull the company up higher one day. Perhaps it was this boiling rage inside him that made him start creating viruses, but regardless... he'd always wanted to play with his brother. And Siegfried never got a normal childhood.
Siegfried first began creating viruses when he was only eight years old, meeting the much-talked-about Seto Kaiba at around that time during some sort of get-together for powerful people. Gozaburo Kaiba and Siegfried’s father were already acquainted, and Siegfried’s first uttered words to Kaiba were something like “You look about as happy being here as I do,” before all hell broke loose when he unleashed something into the security system. Siegfried merely shrugged off Seto’s stunned look, speaking of his loneliness and how he had to occupy himself somehow.
Already, at that young age, Siegfried was displaying signs of his vanity and arrogance, clearly not caring for much more other than himself. Although he has always loved his brother, he would use anyone to help him get his way (a/n: until after the end of the Grand Championship part of season five, where he realizes what he’s been doing).
Eventually, Siegfried becomes the CEO of Schroider Corp., becoming one of Kaiba Corp’s greatest rivals, but still not good enough to truly compete with them. Siegfried is enraged when Seto’s holographic duelling technology is accepted before he can display his own, and he vows revenge on Seto Kaiba. That time was one of the only times that Siegfried lost his composure, getting down on his knees and filled with a feeling that he'd felt before, but this time maximised in an unbearable way.
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◊ && I’m the Next Great Thing ◊
Siegfried von Schroider often comes across as arrogant and vain to those that first meet him, and he does nothing to change this judgemental view. He is cold in the way he communicates, seeming only vainer with his odd accent that can only be viewed as German. His mannerisms and posture only further this impression of him, and he seems to prefer it that way. Seemingly distant from others, Siegfried does not show his emotions well, easily remaining calm and collected under pressure, rarely allowing anything to get in the way of his plans.
He also has an immense amount of pride, and apologizing or admitting he is wrong can be very difficult for him. He is, however, frequently open to ideas from those he may respect or be close to, and is always ready to engage in an intellectual discussion of sorts. But overall, his stubbornness assures everyone around him that he is likely to choose his ideas over everyone else’s, even though he does listen. His stubborn attitude also makes certain that Siegfried is very determined, and being defeated once will not make him stand down, and will only make him fight back harder and more viciously.
A crafty sort of gentleman, it is very difficult to assume what sorts of plans or moves he’ll ever try to make next. Sometimes he can be unpredictable, sometimes rather obvious, which only adds to his mystique in this aspect. Siegfried is always on his toes regarding those he deems worthy of rivalry or of being considered a challenge, but he can often underestimate his opponents and opposition, and this part of him can often blow up in his face once he realizes he is truly being faced with a worthy individual. He does tend to welcome a challenge, though, however unexpected some of them can be.
Siegfried certainly can be the definition of “all is vanity”, but he does have a kinder side to him, it just takes a while for it to get out there. He usually only displays this part of himself to his brother, but even in those cases it is a rarity of sorts. His pride was hurt when Kaiba beat him to the punch with the holographic technology, so perhaps he feels that he must make up for that little failure in other ways.
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Can't beat me at
Determined
Excellent at developing plans
Never gives up
He can think on his feet
Though you may win at
Underestimates people
Proud
Vengeful
I Like
Roses
Flamboyant colors
Winning
Strategy
Technology
Suits
Classy meals
I Don't
Losing
Just being beaten in general
Hurting his little brother
Being underestimated
Wrinkled suits
Cheap suits
Keep Away
Losing his little brother
Failure
Being alone forever
Abilities
The main ability that Siegfried possesses is his ability to think clearly in most situations, and his planning skills are truly remarkable. He is very clever, and he knows how to use his cleverness to his advantage.
Extra N/A
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◊ && This is a Champion ◊
Senna was still rather irritated. Although now more frazzled than anything else, as she finally reached the group of three. Her breathing was only slightly worse than easy from all that running, but already she was relaxing as her heartbeat slowed to its normal rate. Running was not a problem for her by any means – she often raced at school – but she really wasn’t all that pleased that she’d had to follow someone who had almost disappeared. Only to now be met with two other strangers. She rarely did this much socializing in a typical day, especially not with strangers.
Perhaps meeting this Bakura was an omen of some sort. Or…well, maybe nothing like that. No person could be that severe. She simply saw him as bad luck now. A waste of her precious time.
Senna noticed the two other boys eyeing her, seemingly wary. Well, that made sense. She didn’t exactly go out of her way to look particularly friendly, and she was not in one of her easier going moods. But she didn’t care what they thought. She was, however, rather close by now and certainly close enough to hear their words.
But suddenly, the youngest-looking boy spoke. Could he help her? What the hell? What sort of help could he offer her? She knew it was merely the sort of greeting that people gave those they were uncertain about, and she thought it was stupid. Why not be more blunt? Say something like “Who the hell are you?” She wouldn’t bite if someone did that.
Then the other strange boy placed a hand on the kid’s shoulder, saying that Senna had no intention of hurting them. She smirked at that, and at the obvious protective signs he was showing. Wasn’t that sweet? She tilted her head slightly, considering making a sarcastic statement. Yes, actually, yes. She did have an intention of hurting them. In fact, she liked to take on groups of three against herself. She liked to mug people in the afternoon, instead of the early mornings when it made so much more sense. Senna rolled her eyes. God, kids could be so wrapped up in outwardly projections. She hadn’t even meant to look intimidating. Could people not be flustered these days?
And now Bakura was introducing her, after looking at her with that annoying little smile. How could someone be so delightfully ignorant? Maybe they’d buy his little illness story, but she wasn’t.
“Oh, stuff it already.” She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, “Sick? Well you run rather quickly for a sick little boy. Maybe it was that awful sandwich you must have devoured. But as for that see-through attempt to ditch me, I really don’t think you were feeling all that ill. If you were at the time, you could have very easily just taken off with that excuse, and you didn’t. Any moron knows that.”
She shook her head very lightly, a sign of exasperation. A lie. She always knew a lie when she heard one, or at least, almost always. She knew already that there was something odd about him. The way he’d taken off was still unsettling to her. But she shrugged it off, not really caring anymore. She’d just made a rather unpleasant first impression on the two strangers, and it was to them she directed her next comment.
“Yup,” she shrugged, changing her posture to be somewhat more casual while projecting a calmer, guarded arrogance. “I’m Senna Rylee.” She did not offer a hand to shake, such formalities would not be of use to her at the moment. Instead she offered up a small wave, raising her hand for a quick moment and then dropping it back down again, now straightening the collar of her coat. She gave a light smile that, oddly enough, wasn’t fake, but it showed her tiredness. She was going to make no effort to changing their earlier perceptions of her, but she wasn’t about to enforce what they may have now thought of her, either.
But as she was busy fixing the collar that was now refusing the stay up, she noticed something different about the Anubis pendant around her neck. It glowed very lightly, which was strange to her. She didn’t know that it could do that. A look of distaste crossed her features. She didn’t want it to glow! It was tacky! The barely pulsing, very soft golden glow coming from the silver pendant was irritating her, and now it was going to look as though she was copying the white-haired moron. Couldn’t allow that to happen.
Fumbling with the necklace, tugging on it nonchalantly like she knew she usually did, she casually tucked it under her shirt. She did this in a forced nervous manner, as though the idea of meeting new people was making her anxious. And as she did so, she allowed it to look as though it had just slipped under. She searched her mind for some sort of excuse, although she found none. But now she was more certain than ever that this was all Bakura’s fault.
She thought of excusing herself from the group, making like she had to be somewhere else. But she didn’t, and the thought of enduring even more boredom and restlessness was far worse than sticking around the group of misfits she was surrounded with. She looked back toward Bakura, still trying to place him. He seemed so odd to her, his mannerisms seemed foreign and fragile to her in the weirdest way. But no matter how intriguing he may turned out to be, she still had to focus on the two other boys, now. While she saw no reason to be wary at that time, she still wanted to analyze them in turn. But perhaps if she’d seen that smirk on Bakura’s face she would have been even more concerned with him.
Senna sighed inwardly, wishing that she’d found some other way to occupy her time. Actually, she wished that she’d gone to school that day. Then she evidently would not have ran into Bakura who had apparently been feeling “ill” and not been there. But oh well, nothing she could do about that now. She’d just have to put up with them.
Perhaps meeting this Bakura was an omen of some sort. Or…well, maybe nothing like that. No person could be that severe. She simply saw him as bad luck now. A waste of her precious time.
Senna noticed the two other boys eyeing her, seemingly wary. Well, that made sense. She didn’t exactly go out of her way to look particularly friendly, and she was not in one of her easier going moods. But she didn’t care what they thought. She was, however, rather close by now and certainly close enough to hear their words.
But suddenly, the youngest-looking boy spoke. Could he help her? What the hell? What sort of help could he offer her? She knew it was merely the sort of greeting that people gave those they were uncertain about, and she thought it was stupid. Why not be more blunt? Say something like “Who the hell are you?” She wouldn’t bite if someone did that.
Then the other strange boy placed a hand on the kid’s shoulder, saying that Senna had no intention of hurting them. She smirked at that, and at the obvious protective signs he was showing. Wasn’t that sweet? She tilted her head slightly, considering making a sarcastic statement. Yes, actually, yes. She did have an intention of hurting them. In fact, she liked to take on groups of three against herself. She liked to mug people in the afternoon, instead of the early mornings when it made so much more sense. Senna rolled her eyes. God, kids could be so wrapped up in outwardly projections. She hadn’t even meant to look intimidating. Could people not be flustered these days?
And now Bakura was introducing her, after looking at her with that annoying little smile. How could someone be so delightfully ignorant? Maybe they’d buy his little illness story, but she wasn’t.
“Oh, stuff it already.” She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, “Sick? Well you run rather quickly for a sick little boy. Maybe it was that awful sandwich you must have devoured. But as for that see-through attempt to ditch me, I really don’t think you were feeling all that ill. If you were at the time, you could have very easily just taken off with that excuse, and you didn’t. Any moron knows that.”
She shook her head very lightly, a sign of exasperation. A lie. She always knew a lie when she heard one, or at least, almost always. She knew already that there was something odd about him. The way he’d taken off was still unsettling to her. But she shrugged it off, not really caring anymore. She’d just made a rather unpleasant first impression on the two strangers, and it was to them she directed her next comment.
“Yup,” she shrugged, changing her posture to be somewhat more casual while projecting a calmer, guarded arrogance. “I’m Senna Rylee.” She did not offer a hand to shake, such formalities would not be of use to her at the moment. Instead she offered up a small wave, raising her hand for a quick moment and then dropping it back down again, now straightening the collar of her coat. She gave a light smile that, oddly enough, wasn’t fake, but it showed her tiredness. She was going to make no effort to changing their earlier perceptions of her, but she wasn’t about to enforce what they may have now thought of her, either.
But as she was busy fixing the collar that was now refusing the stay up, she noticed something different about the Anubis pendant around her neck. It glowed very lightly, which was strange to her. She didn’t know that it could do that. A look of distaste crossed her features. She didn’t want it to glow! It was tacky! The barely pulsing, very soft golden glow coming from the silver pendant was irritating her, and now it was going to look as though she was copying the white-haired moron. Couldn’t allow that to happen.
Fumbling with the necklace, tugging on it nonchalantly like she knew she usually did, she casually tucked it under her shirt. She did this in a forced nervous manner, as though the idea of meeting new people was making her anxious. And as she did so, she allowed it to look as though it had just slipped under. She searched her mind for some sort of excuse, although she found none. But now she was more certain than ever that this was all Bakura’s fault.
She thought of excusing herself from the group, making like she had to be somewhere else. But she didn’t, and the thought of enduring even more boredom and restlessness was far worse than sticking around the group of misfits she was surrounded with. She looked back toward Bakura, still trying to place him. He seemed so odd to her, his mannerisms seemed foreign and fragile to her in the weirdest way. But no matter how intriguing he may turned out to be, she still had to focus on the two other boys, now. While she saw no reason to be wary at that time, she still wanted to analyze them in turn. But perhaps if she’d seen that smirk on Bakura’s face she would have been even more concerned with him.
Senna sighed inwardly, wishing that she’d found some other way to occupy her time. Actually, she wished that she’d gone to school that day. Then she evidently would not have ran into Bakura who had apparently been feeling “ill” and not been there. But oh well, nothing she could do about that now. She’d just have to put up with them.