Name: Siegfried Aiire
Age: 24.
Gender: Male
Eye color: Brown.
Hair color: Black.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 170 lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Sieg is a friendly and playful character, a foolhardy demeanour that often can annoy friends and foe‘s alike, always seemingly trying to joke and laugh his way through situation and often explaining a lack of focus present in his past failings. Seems to also have some sort of urge to better himself, though always feeling like he fall’s short of his personal targets, desperately trying to make a name for himself as if he has to prove himself to the entire world.
Bio:Sieg grew up watching the MCL, from a young age it had captured his attention like most of the populace, yet it also captured his heart.
Siegfried grew up within a regular family , the middle child to his older sister, the pretty and successful one, and his younger brother whom in all accounts was a genius. Finding himself lost between a limbo of two successful siblings, and not really heading into any sort of career, Sieg found himself loosing the battle for his parent’s time and attention. If one wasn’t helping his sister with her latest fashion designs, the other was helping his younger brother finish homework that was several grades above Sieg’s own.
Sieg’s only escape while growing up was the MCL, his siblings never shared his enthusiasm, his sister seeing it as a brutish waste of time, and his younger brother always seemed to be reading ~something~. Sieg had finally discovered something that he could call his own. He had set himself a goal in life now, had chosen a career much like the rest of his family had done so, he wanted to be a Pilot in the MCL. Unfortunately his new goal led to a massive fight within his family, and given an ultimatum of forgetting about the MCL games altogether or leaving the family home. At the age of 17, Sieg moved out of his home and enrolled into a specialised training academy for Mobile Weapon’s piloting.
Spending the next few years there Sieg learned the ways of piloting, albeit slowly, he graduating almost two years slower then others that enrolled with him, only his perseverance and passion keeping him going through the hard lessons and well, disdain he earned from his peers for failing the final exams. Twice. During his time at the school, Sieg also had to work several part time job’s in the area. Most of them were temporary, waiting, retail, barman etc. When he first left home Sieg believed that to become an masterful pilot, he’d have to train his own body. Starting lessons in a martial arts school, Sieg advanced much faster in this then he did in the piloting academy, he later took up a position as a part time teacher after not failing their tests and such. No matter how good he was at this though, his passion was, and will always be for making it big in the MCL.
Once out of the confides of the academy Sieg found he was getting better by learning methods and piloting skill’s during actual battles, while fighting it out in amateur mobile weapon combat events. After a short time with these he somehow managed to pick up a sponsor and is preparing the to take his first major steps towards his dream, his first steps into the mainstream of MCL battling.
Sample Post:Sieg was once again sitting alone in a cold room in the G-Knight hanger complex. He was waiting for something to be ordered to him. His feet were on top of the table as he leaned back on the rear legs of the chair, his hands cupping the back of his head. Sieg was intently staring at the ceiling that he failed to notice Terrae enter the room.
“As carefree and brazen as the report. Sieg Zephyr I expect.” Sieg glanced backwards towards the door, nearly collapsing the chair under its new angle. After righting the chair and smiling, Sieg looked over his new and rather uptight sounding guest. He saw a tall man with short blonde hair, with a smart, proper, higher ranked uniform peering down at Sieg as if he was something to scrape from his shoe.
“Terrae Nigel, I am here to discover why you haven’t improved past stage one with your G-knight. Get ready, we are going to use today to discover your problems.”
Before Sieg could utter a word in response, this Nigel fellow had turn on his heals and left the room.
“Tch, s’gonna be a long day.” Sieg sighed at himself dragging himself up from his chair; all of a sudden he didn’t feel too energetic.