Saber

Saber, once he heard the voice, he turned his head, and his silver grey hair fluttered behind him, as it creeped over his left shoulder and his green blue eyes, resembling emeralds and sapphires gazed at the woman before him. Or rather behind him, and saw she used a Rapier, but one thing caught his eye, she was larger than other female players, in fact, females in general, as his body shifted he sighed. "Welcome, I presume, to this.... region of the floor." He said not sure how to speak to this female player, as he rarely ever did, with his eyes looking her over, he then turned his body, shifting his right leg up and made it stand up, as he leaned in. "Tell me... why do you care so much, for something like me?" He asked her, referring himself as that a thing, and not a person, with his other leg still laying flat on the ground, and his arms now prompted on the taller leg, his Zweihander now beside him. He just looked at her, "Perhaps... your just like that." He said turning his head away from her, in a sense of confusement, he sighed, "It seems were are the same in a sense."

 

He said opening up his HUD and pulling out a roll of bread, tossing it to the other player, "Eat, your going to need your strength, thats should be proficient enough for now." He said as he then closed his eyes and let out a small sigh, then opening the blue green eyes once more, his tattoo upon his skin revealed now as he leaned back, and looked up at the ceiling, the light now coming into the cave through a hole above him. And the light shone down through it, it engulfed the man and made his entire being light up, the muscles in his frame were now more visible, and his tattoo once hidden by the dark of the cave, the little stands of it coming forth. Under his right cheek, and center of his throat, going into the neck region of the leather tunic, and hiding under it. His hair now sliding behind him once more, he just gave a bored sigh, but his aura was more positive, it that was possible. As he waited for the woman to speak, "Take a seat anywhere you wish, I honestly could care if you stayed or go, many do, thats how the events of life occur." He said, his Germanic voice dark, and very mature like, as he looked at her, wondering why she followed him, perhaps the children were the reason, and she felt sorry for him, pity, but either way, he sat there, looking at her, his frame still in the light as the clouds above sheltered the light every so often making his form light up and darken.

With the cave now empty and his own voice was heard, he stood up and drew his Zweihander and held it over his right shoulder, the sound of the metal dragging along the stone was chilling. And with a mighty swing, he swung his weapon with both his hands and dragged the tip his sword along the cave walls, as he was trying to get use the weapons feel, and he was gaining good ground. As he then stopped and slammed his weapon into the ground, as he knelt, "Dear heavenly father... forgive me for all my sins, and bless me with holy guidance." He said to himself and then sheathed his two handed weapon, and went back to his meditation, as he was rather tired now, of his weapon, he did swing it about a few times with much force. The sounds that emitted could be heard from outside the cave, he just sighed, as he gave a yawn and then leaned onto his side, resting his arm on the rock and placing his head on his palm before closing his eyes. "Time... for the rest I need." He said to himself and then closed his eyes, as he tried to drift off to his wonderland of dreams.

The sound of water dripping was warming, and pleasant. but the sound of something rolling caught his eye, and he turned his head, the face of a man in his mid twenties was what he had. The bangs his head held swayed in the motion, as his eyes turned to the sight of a bottle rolling at him. He gave a nonchalant look and grabbed the bottle, as he leaned over, his large hands grasping the bottle, the sapphire and emerald green coloured eyes gazed at it. Then his head returned to looking at the wall, then a voice rang through the air, "I thank you, but it was not necessary on your part." His deep Germanic tones voice, the German was strong in his voice due to him being pure German, though his words were full of emptiness, he placed the container next to him. Then like that, he returned to his meditation, as he could hear someone outside the cavern, and he sighed, "If your going to stand there, might as well come in." His empty words filling the cave again, as he kept his eyes closed, and his hands returning to the folded position, his breathing was light, yet deep and heavy, he made sure he was in a calm state, like he could ever be angered. And with each breathe he took, his leather tunic stretched, and his hair moved, as though it was living, and each time he turned his head to listen his hair swayed with him,

The sounds of players was bearable, but the sun, wind, and sound of the ocean were enough to make up for it, when the sound of a weapon being drawn, Saber sighed, as he ignored the sound. He wanted to make sure he didn't get distracted from it, and before he knew it, he felt something strike him in the head, it was a ball of some sorts and a few kids were laughing as Saber tumbled down the side of the rock he sat one. ~Yeah nice one, you got him!~ One of the boys beckoned, while the others were walking away, the only thing that Saber did was grab his Zweihander and begin his trek away. He made his path to the caves like before, as he could see he couldn't have a peaceful time on the warm sands, his Zweihanders silver and blue coloured scabbard dragging on the sand making a line. While the children that hit him with the ball laughed at him, and then ran off in other directions, abandoning their toy, while Saber now was in the mouth of the cave, and stepped in taking a seat on the rock next to a pillar in the center. He returned to his lotus position and tried to be calm, now if he had some ale or lager he would be better, as now the winds not reaching him, his silver grey hair sitting still in the fold of hsi back, resumed his usual project. 

Allow Nicole nice to meet you, I would rather not say who I am, but glad to know another person likes Kendo like me.

A collective day like any other, the azure blue sky above, littered with puffy white clouds, providing the shade needed for the players that roamed the warm sands. Many of them enjoying their days, as they laughed and frockleted, as many were dressed in swimwear attire, one was not. As he wore a simple leather tunic, pants, and boots with the metal shin and knee guards. His silver hair, reaching to the center fold in his back, a blue scabbard holding a large Zweihander laid in front of him, as the figure was positioned in the lotus position. His eyes were closed, and his aura was calm, as his tan like skin seemed to light up in the sunlight, the teal green tattoo on his chest creeping up through the collar region. As it touched his throat, and slight under his right eye, as it looked to be a sun or some ornate looking one, his hands folded in his lap, as he rested upon a rock, the sound of the ocean keeping him at ease. The caws of sea birds filled the air, and salt stinged at the nostrils, the sand covered nothing of the man, as he hadn't touched the sand since he arrived. As it was mid afternoon, close to eleven thirty, the wind blowing about, as his silver grey hair dancing behind him, as the strands were all different lengths, giving a wild like appearance. Layered almost, as the figure was a large bulking man, his body frame was that mean to wield a sword like a Zweihander and swing it around. As his arms flexed when the feeling of cool wind brushed upon his flesh.

Guess some Shinedown is good for the hour.

 

The just sighed, he stopped, picked up his weapon, yanking the Zweihander out of the port he had it in, and began walking away from the place, as e was now annoyed by the girl. He ignored them all. and began walking towards the caves. A nice place in a secluded region was a nice spot, he didn't care if he died in there from the Mob's if ny dwelled, he just wanted to have peace. The sound of his feet on the sane was something he never heard of bending down, he grabbed a handful of sand and let it drift from his hand and into the distance. His frown now present, "Lady Mina, forgive me, as this sand flies, so did you chance at a life, forgive me." He said to himself and began walking away, his weapon dragging along the sand, leaving a trail, when he finally found the cavern mouth, and without even looking behind him he entered it. A began walking around, trying to find the spot that was secluded from the rest of the other tunnels, he didn't want to others to follow him, and just to be sure, if anyone followed him he spoke out. "Don't waste your time, I'm not worth your time to follow, go back now, and be with that girl and other male, I am nothing anymore." His voice echoing, as he was now about half a mile into the cave, and was making good progress, though he walked around for about 5 minutes, he made sure he went through each available tunnel he could get, in order to be avoided.

The stayed close as he ignored them all, as he heard two voices, a female and a male one, and they were yelling at him. He just sighed, "..." He was about to speak but kept his mouth shut, as though they were yelling at him, he could care less. His long silver hair, wild like, and fluttering behind him, he opened his eyes and peered forward, and gazed at the blue ocean ahead of him. The something unexpected happen, his voice rang out, a deep German like accent filled the air, as though his voice was not in a yelling tone, was booming and loud enough to make it seem like that. "Warum sollten Sie sich interessieren, können Sie sehr gut mich zu ignorieren." He said, and then finally shut his mouth, this was supposed to be his relaxation day, but now he had two other figures behind him, as he didn't bother turning around to see them. Was going to act like the foreigner here, and behave in a confused and misunderstanding way, even though he could understand them, as his words vanished a bubble appeared above his head. The black lettering from his sentence appearing, and then shifting to the default language the others spoke, as it showed his language to be German. With his words now in the language the others can understand, he closed his emerald sapphire blue eyes and returned to his meditation, even though he didn't have the skill, he could still do this for relaxation.

 

 

Language Translation-

German: Warum sollten Sie sich interessieren, können Sie sehr gut mich zu ignorieren .

Default Language: Why should you care, you may very well ignore me.

The third floor, one that held a beauty in it's own, the sunlight peeking from behind the clouds, that littered the azure blue sea. The warmth of the light hitting the sand making it warm, as the sting of salt filled the air. The caws of sea birds filled the air, and the sight of other players was imminent, in the distance, the sounds of laughter breached the ears of others, Making them depart in the direction, the sound of water coming upon the shore was also heard, for even around the cove, the sounds of waves crashing was loud as the caws. And there stood a figure, silver locks running over his shoulder, down his back, and a large two handed sword laid upon his right shoulder blade. A figure in leather attire. A sleeveless leather tunic, a pair of leather trousers, and boots with metal plating upon the knee's and top of the boot. His green blue eyes scanned the area, many players of all shapes and sizes walked around, his own size, six foot two inches, he was a muscular fellow. One hundred and seventy six pounds he weighed, his body frame showing the strength he held, as his broad arms where visible in the shade of the tree's.

 

His peach tan like skin was slightly darker now in the shadow of the palm tree's that lined the shore, a teal green tattoo appearing upon his skin, under his right eye and going to his chest. His hair was darker as well. His silver grey hair now grasping at the wind as he began walking, he cared little for the talk the other players were performing, all he wanted was to get on with his life. As his boots shifting the sand around him, for the sting of the salt was strong. The caws echoing in his ears, as there in the distance was a large rock, about 7 feet above the ground. With a series of rock like steps, the figure, having a strong and statue like facial expression, began his hike, and after two minutes he stood at the top. He removed his sword from his body, and placed it in a crevasse behind him, and shifted his form in the lotus position and began to meditate, as he was rather wanting to relax, as the aura around him shifted. Becoming more blank, and hallow, this meant he was not giving any sign of his next action, which he preferred.

 

-Players Allowed- 

Xanatos

Rusty

Kiru

 

-Post Order (Permanent)-

1. Saber
2. Xanatos
3. Kiru
4. Rusty

They cold eyes looked in front of him, as a young girl was talking to him, *Female... what is a child playing game like this... she... looks to be around Lady Mina's age.* He thought to himself, slamming his sword into the ground and looked at the young girl. He bent down and got to her eye level, "What are you playing a game like this child?" "This place is dangerous, and worrying bout me is the least of your problems." He said to her, as he had one of his knees out and had his hand resting upon it, as his German accent was thick, and strong, as his voice was deep and mascuant, his gree blue eyes stared at the girl. His teal green tattoo under his right eye was more visible now, as it extended to under his leather tunic, his silver grey hair, reaching over his shoulders.

 

And laying upon his back, fluttered as the breeze cut in, and he sighed, "Listen, you should worry about other things, I'm nothing to pay attention to." He said to her and stood up, the man standing now at his usual six foot two inch height, just gazed at the young girl, and pulled his weapon out of the ground. And stepped aside her, trying to get to his destination, a battle is all he was wanting, as he placed the Zweihander on his right shoulder and began walking away from the girl. "I would suggest you head back to the town, following me leads to death, and despair." He said to her, letting his hair flutter behind him, and his footing larger than before, as there was no saving him, nothing to make his life better. All he could do was tell that girl the truth, that he was a vessel of darkness and death, and he didn't want her to get caught into it.

As the figures eyes peeled up, he gazed at the sun, and then stood up, his silver grey hair fluttering behind him, and his green blue eyes shining in the light. The green tattoo under his cheek lighting up, and the rest lighting up as it creeped under his shirt, the leather tunic stretching upon his body. And his sword clanking upon his right shoulder blade, he sighed and began his way to the field, his figure towering over the other players. Along with the blue handled weapon, which seemed to peek over the people as well, his presence making the other players move away from him, which he just gave them a cold stare. The same one he had upon his face after his lost of Lady MIna, he just ignored them and proceeded to the grassy plains, as his feet hit the grass. His hand shot up and drew his Zweihander weapon out of the blue sheathe, and began the drag it along the ground. A few pebbles flying as the tip of the weapon hit them and some of the grass blades flying past him. He just wanted nothing more than to get stronger, and leave this place, or even to fall in battle, as his life was miserable to begin with, cold winds stirred around him, as the breeze took over, the smell of blood upon his body. As he was someone that came into contact with it his entire life, but now he cared not, all he knew now was the time to fight and he would find his opponent.

A cool summer day, the sounds, people clouded the area, the bustle and the chatter they emitted. Was something that was normal here on floor one, many players, too careless to care about the days ahead. The NPC's making deals, and selling items, the smells they players had filled the air, all to familiar to that of a shopping mall. The local bakery making bread, struck the nose of a large figure, his silver locks running over his shoulder. And down his back, as a large two handed sword laid upon his right shoulder blade, a figure in leather attire. A sleeveless leather tunic, a pair of leather trousers, and boots with metal plating upon the knee's and top of the boot. His green blue eyes scanned the area, many players of all shapes and sizes walked around, his own size, six foot two inches, he was a muscular fellow.

 

One hundred and seventy six pounds he weighed, his body frame showing the strength he held, as his broad arms where visible in the shade of the building. His peach tan like skin was slightly darker now in the shadow of the building, a teal green tattoo appearing upon his skin, under his right eye and going to his chest. His hair was darker as well. His silver grey hair now grasping at the wind as he began walking, he cared little for the talk the other players were performing, all he wanted was to get on with his life. As his boots made a clomping sound on the cobblestone ground. And his body frame moving gracefully across the floor, moving past players. Till he took at seat on the fountain, his large frame casting a shadow equal to his size behind him, and he crossed his arms. *...* He had little to think about right now, but he sat there, thinking of some way he could get stronger.

I looked in the skills, it's not there, I believe they removed it.

 

This is a mission to get Saber him acquainted with the floor before I have him do his Profession.

 

Guilded on cool windy plains, the sun reaching forth upwards, and the deep blue sky of which the white puffs of clouds laid blanketed across, the shades littering across the floor that held the crisp clean greenness of each blade of grass. Rocks mixed in with the earth, and the grains of dirt danced in the gripful hands the wind, a man stood there, hair, silver like the stars in the heavens. Eyes holding orbs of sapphire emerald combination, and his skin fair in color and hold a slight color in it, as he held a Zweihander upon his back, and a leather attire covered his body. A leather sleeveless tunic, one that stopped at the top of his knees, a pair of leather trousers covered his legs, which came into contact with his feet. Ones that held leather knee high boots with metal frames to hold the leather in place, which stopped just to the top of his knee and foot.

 

He stared into the sky, the bright vivid blue ocean that held white clouds of water and air, his body being shaded every so often and his skin becoming darker within the shade the clouds gave off. The idea of him getting stronger was the one he held, but his real one was were to start at, he needed gear, and he could get it several ways, but the idea of getting it through looting was his best chance. And like that he pulled off the building he was leaning against. Hard stone walling scrapped against his virtual skin, and the sound of his boots hitting the ground made a unique sound, and he looked ahead, his journey, one that would bring him back to the real world, or end his suffering the nightmares gave him, either way he would travel it alone if he had to.

How bout the most saddest or disturbing past for a character.

«Saber»

The Swordsman of Black

 

Profile
» Username: Saber
» Real name: Sigurd vas Friedhart

» Alias: The Swordsman of Black
» Age: 25
» Gender: Male
» Height: 190 cm [6'2]

» Weight: 80 kg [176 lbs]
» Hair color: Silver-grey

» Eye color: Green-blue [Changes upon mood/situation]

» Zodiac: Virgo [september 12, 1996]

» Face claim: Saber; Fate/Apocrypha
 

Years of Events

1996 - 2002

[birth - Age 6]

 

Born on September 12, 1998, in Heilbronn, Germany, he was a only child to a local shoe merchant, his father was a well named man who made a living making shoes and shining them for the residents of the city with 123,000 people. His mother loved her son, as he had hair like the stars, and eyes to match the gems of the earth,  two of her favorites, Emeralds and Sapphire, which his eyes where of that color. He was born with natural silver-grey hair, and many doctors could not know why his hair was like this, some said due to a missing pigment chromosome, or a misplaced gene. Either way he was born with a rare hair color, his skin was always a peach tan, even as a toddler, during his time in Heilbronn, but as the years went by and time took its tole on the family, business began to fall. Sigurds father began to not be able the pay for the housing and the essentials of life, till one fateful day, his father was killed by a mugger.

 

He stabbed his father to death to only take his shoes, stricted with the pain of losing her lover, Sigurds mother couldn't live on, even with her lovely child, only at four years old, he lost his father. Sigurd was the only thing that kept his mother strong, as he was always clinging to her, and and not wanting her to go, with the passing of his father, and his mother on the verge of ending her life another three years passed before she too died by the same mugger. The same fate that her husband befell happened to her, but this time Sigurd, the age of seven was now alone, but all was not lost, his mother may had tried to save her son, and the mugger almost about to win, Sigurd like any son, protected his mother. The only thing he did was grab a very large rock and smashed the muggers head in, killing him, and saving his mother, or so he thought, seeing her dying, he held his mother, her last dying breath was for him to live on, and on that rainy day, in the month of September, three days before his 7 birthday, his mother passed away, in the alleyway that was his home city.

 

2003 - 2006

[Age 7 - Age 10]

 

With the death of his mother, Sigurd was taken in by his grandparents, the news about their daughter dying was harsh but hearing that their grandchild attempting to save his mother was even more shocking. That at such a young age, he could take a life, but alas his effort was for nothing, the only thing now was for him to grow up and try to have a better life, with him now able to have a stable life. Sigurd, now living in Berlin Germany, his Grandparents Estate being the place he lived, enjoyed the peacefulness it gave to him. He had all the things he needed, food, a bed, entertainment, and even literature, Sigurd quickly learned that sooner or later he would need to learn to fend for himself, so he read up on how to cook. And after a full year had past, he learned hot to cook all the basic dishes he needed to eat for his survival, and not only that in that time frame, being home schooled as well. He learned a new language as well, English, something he knew any German would have to learn if a tourist came about, so as more time passed, a few month;s went by and Sigurd learned about Martial Arts, and wanted to see if his Grandparents would hire a teacher, with the discussion lasting for hours.

 

Sigurd convinced them that learning Martial Art for self protection was a good idea, and giving into their grandchild, they hired a professional teacher to teach him it, Sigurd was surprised that the teacher that his Grandparents hired was a female one. Having blonde hair, green eyes, and rather paler skin than him, she came across from America to teach him, which she didn't know much about Germanic language, good thing he learned English. After meeting her and talking with her, she told him all the things he needed to know, and one thing he didn't know, was his instructor had a daughter, and she had followed behind her mother to Germany. Sigurd met her one day a year after his training began, he now 9 years old, saw her for the first time, and he found her cute, and attractive. Having the same eyes and hair like his teacher, and his mother, he took a liking to her right away, and found out she to went through the same training he was going through, as she was a black belt in the same form he was taking Judo. Sigurd asked it he could train with them both and hesitantly his master said yes but so long as he took things one step at a time, and before Sigurd knew it, time went by and he progressed up the ranks, but still was far from being a great fighter.

 

2007 - 2012

[Age 11 - Age 16]

 

When everything that happened in the last three years of Sigurds life, from him coming into his Grandparents home, and his training with his Sensei, and meeting her daughter. He finally came out as a two ranks below his master's daughter rank, the same rank she was as well, with his training still incomplete, Sigurds master asked his grandparents if she could take him to Japan to further his training off. And with their consent they allowed him to go, now on his way to Japan, he made his way from Berlin Germany to Tokyo Japan, he found it all to be rather unsettling. The loudness of the commercial signs, and the new language as well as culture was startling to him, but he tried his hardest to adjust, and with his teacher there and her daughter he had double the help in this new world. For two more years had passed, in that time Sigurds hair grew out longer than ever before, as he had not had it cut correctly in the time frame. Making it almost anime like, as it was layered and cut in a certain fashion, giving him a more unique feel to his being. Now being able to speak Japanese, as well as English and German, Sigurd was enjoying his time in Japan, but as many good things, his training in Japan was over, he has finished it, and not only that had entered a competition a year before and the current year. And came out in first placed in each round, giving him the gold medal for regional champion, as he now returned to Berlin to see his Grandparents, only to find that his Grandfather had suffered a heart attack a few days before his trip back to Berlin. 

 

Now like before, he had lost another member to fate, as now his Grandmother was all he had left, with the Estate now given to his Grandmother, and a huge fortune his and hers split. He not only became the person that would care for her, but also cook, clean and care for all the things she couldn't, he cooked her foods even though there was a staff, they took care of everything he asked, making hims the head chief of the Estate. He also did the cleaning for his Grandmothers quarters, but as well as taking care of his needs as well, cooking his meals, and cleaning his own quarters, as well as getting at least two hours of training in for his body. Time be a cruel fate, as Sigurd got older, his Grandmother as well, when the time came that she too lost her life, but she died in her sleep, still holding onto a picture of Sigurd and a smile on her face, as she left him a note, telling him he owned the Estate now, and everything was his. Now he had lost four members of his family, all close to him, and with his Sensei hearing about it, she came to him and offered him a deal. She asked him if he was willing to move to Japan and train even more, but he refused to do so. And like that she left, leaving him the chance if he ever wanted to find her, to give her a call, and now with the Estate his, and his life in shambles, Sigurd went out into Berlin to find his place there.

 

2012 - 2020

[Age 16- Age 23]

 

The death if his Grandparents was a terrible fate, Sigurd now having nothing but a house full of things, he had nothing to do, not one to cook for, and no one to care for but himself. Months passed then he got a call, a man name Nicolas, a friend to his Grandparents, and his family, he asked him if he wanted a change in his life, and a way to make it all better for him. With a immediate yes, a few days later, he was picked up by a few men and brought to another large Estate, but this one was much fancier than the one he owned. When he came face to face with Nicolas, he found him to be of Russian descent, as he was told not to speak, or to interrupt, he snapped his fingers and a young girl about Sigurds age came in. And Nicolas telling him if he wanted to have a better life, then he was to marry his daughter, and bring the two families together, but what Sigurd didn't know what there was another man with them, and come to find out after the whole meeting. That he was Sigurd twin brother, as they were separated at birth, and he was given to the Jughashvili family, when the deal was made as Sigurd really had no choice here. As the young girls father was owner of a few major oil rigs and could support his life, finding out the young girls name was Alexandra, and she to had the same hair as his mother, he felt a loving connection to her.

 

Being only 16 and having a wife, or future wife, he accepted what was coming to him, so long as he didn't have to loss anyone else, when things got down to the wire, and everything happened. Sigurd married Alexandra, and they became husband ab wife under certain circumstances, Sigurd and Alexandra lived together in his Estate back in Berlin Germany. And some news came to him, just a few short months after their Marriage, that Alexandra was pregnant, and it was his child, shocked by the information, but her father ecstatic by it, Congratulated his new son in law, and told him he would make a great father, as being so young he could learn a lot, but little did Sigurd know the dark secret Alexandra was keeping from him. When a few more months pasted, and Sigurd thought he was going to be a father, he heard about some terrible news, Alexandra has told him she was leaving him for his brother, though on paper he was in their custody, he was not a legal member of the family, and as such was able to marry Alexandra, though she told him that the child she had was his brothers and not his.

 

Sigurd now having this news hitting him, he fell into a deep depression, now losing his only chance to have a life, was given a chance, his father in law told him due to the outcome of the situation. He was going to allow him to stay if he cared for the child, and be the guardian for the child, to do the things if the the mother or father was not around. He agreed to do so, and became the substitute guardian for the future child, yet another secret his former lover kept from him, as it was, the child that was born was female, and the genetics from the documentation stated that Sigurd was her father, but Alexandra and Sigurds brother forged the information to say that they were the parents. Now the truth about his daughter which they named Mina, was to have a guardian, that was legally her biological father, to be her guardian, someone to watch over her while her parents where not around, the thought was the only thing now Sigurd had. And now forced to do this, he accepted the fate he was given, and found to enjoy it all, as another 4 years had passed, and now Mina the age of 5, she just turned it, enjoyed Sigurd around her, more than she did her parents, even though the spoiled her, and won her love with items of possession, she still loved Sigurds way of love, as he was her friend more than that, she said she wanted him to be her father.

 

The irony of it all, he was her father, and her parents knew it, and for the next few years that pasted, Mina grew older and more like a lady every day, until one day, Sigurd was with Mina out in the market, as she wanted him to show her around. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to take her for a walk around Berlin, the day was nice, cloudless day, deep blue sky above him, and the streets filled with people. Till a oncoming motorcycle struck Mina, Sigurd not being able to rush to her in time, the crash not only hit Mina, but a few stalls along the way down, and Mina was in the crossfire, all the items, the chaos that was happening Mina was in it all. And after it happened, Sigurd rushed in and with his bare hands, tearing away wood, metal, plastic and various others parts or items on her, found her, and the tears he held back for so long came forth, as he held Mina in his arms, the daughter he never knew he had, died on that day, due to a freak accident, one that scarred Sigurd for life. Now having his little Mina in his arms, and the man that did it all arrested, Andreas and Alexandra now arriving to the scene seeing what happened, they took their stolen daughter away from Sigurd and blamed him for it all. As now they took their daughter to the church to have her buried, Sigurd now forbidden from entering his own Estate, to come near the family to explain what happened, was now forced into nothing once more, he began drinking that day, and all day that day he was in the local tavern, trying to forget what happened. 

 

 2020-2022

[Current]

[Age 23 - Age 25]

 

Sigurd had lost it all, his wife, who now betrayed him for his twin brother, his little Mina, the girl he raised as his own daughter, and then to be banished by his family for something he had no control over. Sigurd could only drink his heart away now, as he could only now forget, but there was one thing he didn't forget, he had one thing left that could help him, with his last bit of money, he used a payphone to call his Sensei that said if he needed anything he could call her. He was surprised he still had the number and or card, and a familiar voice and one he was glad to hear answer the phone, when he asked her to come to Germany to get him away she agreed if he would talk to her. His answer being yes of course met up with his Sensei and as he was ready to leave he did one last thing, the ring he still kept from his wife he flung it into the Estates yard and left everything behind, his whole legacy now behind him. When he talked to his Sensei about what happened and everything that had occurred in the time frame that she left him, and hearing about his lost of Mina, she cried like he did. But Sigurd didn't as he cried his part, and when everything settled down, he finally arrived back in Japan, and he still remembered the loudness that now seemed normal to him. 

 

Sigurd followed his Sensei to her Dojo in Japan, but this time, she offered him the chance to be a Sensei, as she asked him if he was willing to be an instructor for the Judo Dojo. And he looked at her, and kindly as best he could told her no, but he was happy she offered him this chance, but she told him, if he could beat her in a match he then could leave. As he didn't realized that she had tricked him into coming into the Dojo and as her rules where, if you entered it, and a challenge was given, one could not decline. Sigurd had forgotten that one rule, so he again had no choice in the matter, and accepted it all, and with his Sensei whipping him back into shape he lost to her. And as per the agreements he had to become a Sensei himself, but not only that, the way he looked at it, he had another chance to be a guardian, a person to help the others around him, and he made a vow that day, he would help the people around him if he could. But then he also said he would keep others safe, and by teaching them Judo he could protect them by having them protect themselves and others.

 

As even more time passed, and Sigurd met up with his Sensei's daughter, she was a member of the Judo committee at her college, Sigurd being now twenty five years of age, still had nightmares of Mina, and the accident. If Japan has one thing it was Sake, and lots of it. With Sigurd not being able to take the horrors anymore, he heard about a device, something that he saw as a way to escape the horrors of his real world fears, he quickly and without thinking about it, bought the gear called NerveGear, this was his only way to escape his fears without killing his Liver. And a single game, something about Swords and stuff, but he didn't care what it was about, he made his account online the day he came home and with his fears about to be behind him, he rushed into the gaming world called Virtual Reality, "Link Start!"

 

 

Personality

 

Sigurd is a somber character, he is rather enclosed and would rather be left alone by all people, he is someone who is very quiet, he is blunt, callous, unpredictable and withdrawn. He likes solitude and nothing more than being alone, as he experienced a tragic loss at the age of twenty three, he lost the girl he was suppose to be a guardian for. And as a result he became a literal stone guardian for all others, he not only tries to keep others safe from harm, but will risk his own life to safe them, many times he pushes others away to help them. By keeping them out of harms way, or aid them in quests to do the very same thing, he is very emotionless, and likes to stay unpredictable, by keeping information to himself. He can keep others from getting hurt by him, he is very blunt, always wanting to know something off the bat, and never beating around the bush about certain subjects, but most of all he is a drunk. He drinks to forget, even if it leaves him in a drunken collapsed state of mind and body, as his past is one he wishes to not remember, but other than that he is very passionate.

 

He's confident, diligent and fair to others around him, when he is in his confident mode, he is only thinking about what he needs to do at the time being, he keeps his mind set as he is always diligent and focused. He is fair to others, even though he may push others from him, those he doesn't he tends to think over and judge them, as if he is writing a book, they are his pages, and he is the quill and ink that make them who they are in his eyes. Whether they become his ally, his friend, or his enemy, he judges people after their actions never before hand, Sigurd unlike most Germans, does not get angry, or irritated, as he has lost the ability or so he thinks to show emotions, he likes to keep them in check and won't let them show as well. He does this due to five rules he goes by as a way to keep others safe from harm, though he may break a few at times, most or all the time he follows them, as he is quite Ethical. In turn, Sigurd is a rather complicated individual, though he may seem rather cold at times, which he is for the most part, he is nothing more than a guardian who wishes to find a person or set people to keep safe and out of harms ways, and deaths cold bony claws

 

Physical Evidence

 

Sigurd is a six foot and two inch tall man, who is rather muscular, weighing at one hundred and seventy six pounds, he has long back length silver grey like hair that matches the stars that blanket the heavens above. His eyes hold two sapphire orbs that tend to shift into emerald ones when his mood changes in certain situations, his body is broad, him having peach tan colored skin. The certain areas that are more pronounced are his shoulders, collarbone, cheekbones, nose ridge and his jawline, the bones in his body in those area's are more prominent, as well as the muscles at his shoulders, are as well more prominent. Giving him a more sturdier and bulk like appearance, he is very well fit, as he was trained in several different types of Martial Art, one being Judo, he puts his foes in submission, never to hurt them in any fashion. He tends to wear open collar shirts that expose his bare hairless chest, as anything that is closed feels tight and restricts his breathing at certain times, as well as darker colored clothings. Mostly he wears a butler outfit for his duties are that to Lady Mina, his attire made for his body exactly. Keeping his form the same, and his ability to move about, as he is very graceful like, and can move rather quickly despite his large size and stature. He does though, however, despite his bare chest, have a teal green large sun like tattoo on his chest, one that reaches to his waist line, and to his right cheek, it also can be seen under his shirt, the cheek part as well as a neck to throat region section. 

 

*Photo

 

When serving tea to Lady Mina

 

When getting stuck in SAO

 

Virtues
 

1.) Confidence- Sigurd is a person who despite his line of work is passionate about what he does, and despite his outward appearance loves to cook, he is a chief and did all the cookin for Lady Mina. He made her tea, her breakfasts, lunches and dinners, even her desserts, Sigurd was a excellent chief as well, making the highest quality German, and other regional dishes. HIs favorite was making Maultaschen, he would fill it with her favorites veggies and meats, and serve it to her in his traditional way, with a smile and a bow.

 

2.) Dignity- Sigurd is by far one of the most tolerable people in the world, he will tolerate anything, and he never gets mad, he is always letting things go. This is good when he is traveling with many people, but not only that, he acts as a guardian to all around him, protecting them as if they were Lady Mina even a male he will guard them. But not only that, when he has a task at hand, no matter what, he focuses on it and finishes it with the best of his skills.

 

3.) Ethical- Sigurd follows a set of five rules in his life, hr follows these rules to the best of his abilities, and will try to follow them if he can. There are times where he must break one or more in order to survive, and he will if he has to. But at other times, he follows them to the last one with a firey passion.

 

*Rules

1. Never let your guard down.
2. Keep your distance from another.
3. Fight like it is your last day.
4. Keep what matters in your heart.
5. Never allow another to die for you.

4.) Fairness- Despite the fact that Sigurd avoids people, he never treats a person as they are nothing more than what they are to him, a blank book that has yet to be written out. To him, everyone he comes across has two ways of going in his eyes, they can change his views of allies becoming friends. Or be nothing more than that, or even for the worst, his enemy, it is all up to the persons actions, and how they use them around him.

 

Flaws
Reference: http://www.darkworldrpg.com/lore/flaws.html

 

1.) Alcoholic- After the death of Lady Mina, a thing the family said he could have prevented, he became very mellow, and melancholy, he was always trying to make his memories go away. The screams that kept him away at night, the dreams that quickly turned into nightmares, he wanted them all to go away, and so he resorted to drinking. He is always seen with a bottle near him, if at all, as he always wants to make his memories fade away, the be taken away in the currents of the alcohols he consumes

 

2.) Blunt- Sigurd never liked beating around the bush, he spoke only what he needed, and wanted others to do the same to him, he wanted information upfront, and he did the same to others. He was always wanting someone to speak what he wanted to hear, but this only happened when he was requiring set information, anything else, he could care less about. If it was related to his duty at the time, he never played games, and always got straight to the point.

 

3.) Callous- Due to the fact, that since his job was to protect Lady Mina, and nothing more, he became rather doll like, or statue like, he made sure she was happy, he smiled when she wanted him to, or he saw fit. Talked to her when the time arrised, and more, but after her death, he lost all emotion, and locked them away in his heart. A stone shell formed around it, encased in cold steel chains, and surrounded by a cloud of cold darkness, as he became a literal statue now, he never shows emotion, or likes to let people make him show it.

 

4.) Unpredictable- Sigurd, due to the fact that he keeps to himself all the time, and rarely ever comes in contact with people, he has became rather unpredictable. He never tells people what he will do next, he is quiet all the time, and does not let others get close to him. Making information gathering about him incredibly difficult to even attempt, as he will either stare at set person, or push them away, and due to this, you never know what he will do next.

 

5.) Withdrawn- Sigurd is not a friendly person, he tends to not hang around others, and will push them away if he sees one such individual trying to become his friend. He sees people as allies, not friends, as he has no need for a friend, but an ally will be his tool in any situation, he see's a ally as a means to ending a situation, even if it is for a short amount of time. Though he is not rather found of others, he will tolerate a person talking to him, even if he says little to them.

 

Profession:

Skills 

Utility and Mobility Skills

 

1.) â–º Athletics: 
Cost: 6 - No Ranks

[0/6] Not Learned
Skill Stat:  N/A

Passive
Effect: +1 DMG, +5 HP
Description: You can endure more, are quicker and stronger than average.

2.) â–º Precision:
Cost: 6 - No Ranks

[0/6] Not Learned
Skill Stat:  N/A

Passive
Effect: +1 Accuracy (ACC)
Description: Your strikes find their mark more often.

3.) â–º Sprint & Acrobatics:
Cost: 6 - No Ranks

[0/6] Not Learned
Skill Stat:  N/A

Passive
Effect: +1 Evasion
Description: Able to perform complex jumps, flips, balancing acts, dance, tumbles, and somersaults as well as reach areas of the map that are outside of a normal player’s ability to reach via being able to jump and reach ledges and other means of climbing.

 

4.) â–º Search & Detect:
5 Ranks

[0/30] Rank 0: Unskilled

Skill Stat:  N/A
Passive
Effect: +1 LD per rank.
Description: Players investing in the search and detect Skill have a higher chance of finding hidden Treasure and Loot Chests as they explore Aincrad, as well as being able to detect hidden monsters and traps. For each Skill Level invested, a player gains +1 to their LD.

 

5.) â–º Night Vision:
Cost: 6 - No Ranks

[0/6] Not Learned

Skill Stat:  N/A
Passive
Effect: Ignores any penalties from low light or darkness, as well as negating others stealth bonuses from it.
Description: allows players to see normally in low light conditions
Note Visibility rules: From now on any actions being performed in low light or dark conditions will suffer a -1 to all dice rolls. Expect future content to mention visibility details. Also watch out for monsters who may dwell in the darkness! Some may not suffer from these penalties. A portable light source of some kind will provide light for your immediate vicinity. 

6.) â–º Extended weight limit: 
5 Ranks

[0/30] Rank 0: Unskilled

Skill Stat:  N/A [Rank 0]
Passive
Effect: Players start out with an inventory with 6 available slots, and gain one extra slot per Skill Level invested in the Extended Weight Limit skill.
Description: Investing in the Extended Weight Limit skill enables a player to carry more gear into the field, be it weapons, armor, or usable items

 

Combat Skills

 

7.) â–º Charge:

5 Ranks

[0/30] Rank 0: Unskilled

Skill Stat:  N/A [Rank 0]
Post Action
Effect: Attack action. +X DMG.
Description: Charge towards an opponent that is not currently in melee range. Deal bonus DMG of +1 per rank of charge on this attack. You may only use charge once per opponent and only if it is possible via roleplay. You cannot disengage from a melee to perform a charge. This is considered an attack maneuver and is subject to success or failure based on the BD's results.

 

Weapon Skills

 

8.) â–ºTwo-Handed Straight Sword:
5 Ranks

[2/30] Rank 1: Novice

Skill Stat: +1 Damage [Rank 1]
Passive
The effectiveness with which a player can use two-handed type long swords. (Example: Claymore, Broadsword)

 

Armor Skills

 

9.) â–ºHeavy Armor: 
5 Ranks

[0/30] Rank 0: Unskilled
Skill Stat:  N/A [Rank 0]

Passive
Effect: The effectiveness with which a player can use Heavy Armor. For each skill point invested in the Heavy Armor skill, incoming damage is reduced by 1 damage point. (Must have heavy armor equipped to take advantage of this benefit)

 

Inventory

*Acquired Items
 

Weapons

Zweihänder: Basic weapon gained from the The Beginners Pack.

 

Armors

N/A

 

Accessories

N/A

 

Tools
*The Beginners Pack

10 bread,

15 water,

1 Basic Weapon 

Cloth clothing

Leather Vest: Basic clothing item from the The Beginners Pack

Leather Pants: Basic clothing item from the The Beginners Pack

Leather Boots: Basic clothing item from the The Beginners Pack

Roleplays
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Relationships (optional)

 

(Outside of SAO)

 

*Alive

» Andreas Bernd Friedhart: Twin Brother of Sigurd, and husband to Alexandra Karla Friedhart 

» Alexandra Karla Friedhart: Former lover to Sigurd, wife to Andreas, and mother to Lady Mina

» Undisclosed Sensei

» Undisclosed Daughter of the Undisclosed Sensei

 

*Deceased

» Deceased Undisclosed Father

» Deceased Undisclosed Mother 

» Deceased Undisclosed Grandfather

» Deceased Undisclosed Grandmother

(Inside of SAO)

 

*Alive

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*Deceased

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Story Thus Far (optional)
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I do agree Greatsword users do have a disadvantage to Longsword, shortsword, and other one handed sword users, and I think they should get something to match their weapon. In any situation of a two handed weapon user. As I will be one, I think since they do't use shields, they should have somthing that make their weapon like the weapon it is, a big hulking massive hunk of metal that does massive damage. But thats my opinion.

How bout one called Eternal Strife? Here something I was thinking.

 

Eternal Strife: A skill that allows a player to block with any weapon, and upon the dice roll requirements can reduce the damage in total, never reflect it, and if failed the player takes full damage and is stunned for two turns. But if the skill succeeds, the opponent fails to cause damage and is also stunned for 2 turns, the time rate for a cool down is 10 turns, and can only be used three times during a single topic.

Effect: Upon Natural Dice roll of 8-10: No damage is taken, and opponent is stunned for 2 turns, but on rolls of 1-7: hence player sustains full damage and is stunned for 2 turns.

Cool Down Rate: 10 Turns

Times Used: 3 per topic.

 

What about that one, has a high cool down rate, has a backfire effect that is equal to the effect, and also can only be used so many times.