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Sieg Reynar, Pilot Echo, Squad Leader of Solarta Valkyries
« on: August 19, 2017, 06:42:58 am »
{NAME} Siegfried Reynar

{ALIASES} Sieg

{AGE} 23

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, very masculine
Bisexual with a preference for women/feminine men
Poly to the point of hypersexuality
Probably aromantic

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human
Aedolian

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
191cm / 6'3
Ripped, top-heavy

{OCCUPATION}
Pilot Echo
Solarta Valkyries Squadron Leader

{RESIDENCE}
An apartment on one of the higher levels of Solarta. One of its rooms is entirely dedicated to workout equipment.

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IN DEPTH STUFF
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}

FRAME
A powerfully built man with an imposing figure, Sieg's rigorous workout regime that is demanding even for his station shows very obviously through his body. He's built. Damn right he is. A huge amount of his free time is dedicated to working out in order to maintain his muscle mass; he ardently pursues an ideal of peak human condition in both aesthetic and physical regards, training to oblivion, and it shows. While he does not have the stature of a bear with massively thick bones - actually, his wrists and ankles are kind of thin once one gets a better look at them - his musculature is, however, worth the attention. He's particularly broad in the shoulders, with a triangular silhouette to his torso - much slimmer at the waist with visible hipbones and visibly top-heavy with very, very muscular arms. His legs aren't far behind, with thick, powerful thighs and a toned ass; he has a chiseled six-pack that he likes to show in tight T-shirts and an overall finely muscled body without looking unhealthy or shriveled, just a little sinewy under a thin layer of fat, though he still has visible veins and surprisingly slim and bony hands and feet.
He typically carries himself straight-backed in order to retain a powerful, militant presence, walking fast and bearing himself with obvious confidence. However, he's not overly rigid or uptight outside of work situations and is capable of surprisingly smooth movements for his thickly muscled frame. He tends to sit and stand with his legs apart and sprawls over seats, taking up all the space as though the world belonged to him, and often keeps his arms crossed over his chest or with his hands on his hips.

FEATURES
He has an easily recognizable, diamond-shaped face with high, pronounced cheekbones and a chiseled square jaw; his brows are particularly thick, bushy and expressive, move significantly and betray a large portion of his thoughts and feelings. His face isn't as extremely masculine as the rest of his body, surprisingly. Underneath them are wide-set almond eyes, big and upturned, lined with thick lashes and slightly squinted largely out of habit to bear with the Solartan sun; he has a narrow greek nose and full, slightly downturned lips, the lower being thicker. His typical expression is calm and dispassionate - actually easily noted by most as smug - with just a hint of a smile.

PALETTE
For a Solartan, he's very pale; his nearly translucent skin has a cold tone, typically in dire need of protection from sunlight, and is in sharp contrast with his black brows and black hair. The lengths of his hair pale to steel grey towards the tips from about a quarter of the length off the roots, smoothly blended; however, the shorter sides and back are pitch black, no gray. His eyes are mismatched - the left is a pale and vibrant electric blue, while the right appears to be a solid black, only revealing brighter specks in direct light. Considering how light his skin is, his lips are a surprisingly dark rose. Overall, his palette is starkly monochromatic.

HAIRSTYLE
His hair is cut in an undercut, with the sides and back shaved up to about the level of his ears as little more than peach fuzz, enough to cover skin; the top reaches his shoulders in generous, thick, glossy waves, curling when humid - luckily, Solarta's in the desert. It's rich and healthy thanks to the plentiful attention he gives it, though disobedient - he tends to get hilarious bed head. He wears it up in a bun for any physical activity, but outside of that, it's left to fall free and frame his face parted in the middle or only loosely tied. On occasion, it might get braided - but never by himself. His body and face are clean-shaven save for the rarest of occasions, chiefly to accentuate his muscles and allow them to stand out; only his sideburns reach a little down his cheeks, but his face is typically free even of stubble.

DETAILS
From the nape of his neck to his waist, his back - including his shoulders and a little of his arms -
 is covered in a single colorful, detailed tattoo of a tiger sneaking through flowering branches. Truth be told, it has no real significance save for the symbolism of a tiger as a powerful, predatory beast, the king of the jungle; the tiger itself is showing its claws and baring its teeth in a roar. He has the Valkyries' logo and signature sword and wings tattooed on his upper right arm; along the left collarbone the words "veni, vidi, vici" and along the right "memento audere semper" in a simple, all-caps black font. The valkyrie, albeit heavily stylized, is on his throat as well, rising out of a lotus flower wedged at the base of his throat and spreading her wings nearly to his jawline. On his right hand, there's a line-only, widely grinning skull crowned with thorns, one thorn vine branching off and twisting around his wrist, and the year of his pilot graduation on the first segment of each of his fingers. In regards to piercings, he's actually quite tame - he has two small studs in the helix of his left ear.
The skull on his hand conceals some burn scars; there are others, too, more minor than those. His canines are filed sharp.

STYLE
Outside of uniform, he dresses very casually; most of the time, he can be seen in sweatpants, a tight enough tank top to show his abs, and a hoodie or thin jacket on top at most. He seems to own dozens of sweats in every existing shade of gray and very often wears the signature Valkyries hoodie - and if it's not that one, then it'll certainly be some other, similar one. Nearly all T-shirts he has are tight enough to be taut at least around his pectorals - that's if they don't envelop his physique completely, showing every detail.  90% of all times outside of uniform, he wears trainers and sneakers, typically differing very slightly from those he exercises in. He likes neon details - in particular neon blue, green and yellow, deep burgundy and prussian blue. When out clubbing, he actually fancies more elegant clothes - a largely unbuttoned shirt and high black boots, a slight military style; during his candidate years, he discovered that shirts look quite good on muscular bodies. He likes expensive underwear and typically doesn't wear any jewelry save for the two earrings, but he quite likes sunglasses and snapbacks - they're a necessity in the Solartan weather.

TL;DR: Tall, ripped almost like Arnold, paper-pale skin, black shoulder-length hair with steel-grey ombre, thick brows, an expressive face, almond eyes - the right is black, the left bright blue, square jaw, thick lips, colorful tattoos of a tiger and flowers across his whole back, a valkyrie on his throat, the Valkyries' logo on his upper right arm and a skull on his right hand.
He usually wears sweatpants, tanks and hoodies in various shades of gray, but will pick up a shirt to go clubbing.

{PERSONALITY}

EPIMETHEUS
Sieg is notably impulsive and not altogether too thoughtful; he has a bad habit - especially when it comes to his personal life and pursuit of pleasure and nice things - to act first and think about it later. Some common sense has already been instilled in him, but it doesn't work out. He doesn't like being forced to think outside of combat situations. However, it has - surprisingly enough - also a good side: good instinctual behavior especially useful in combat. He's also not half bad at improvising and won't lose his head if things don't go according to plan, chiefly because his own plans tend to be very bare-bones and flexible. In the end, everything will turn out good, even if not in the predicted manner; he'll get there somehow.

NARCISSUS
A narcissist and egoist, Siegfried is vain and loves himself above all. He's also extremely confident in his appearance and abilities, and it's not exactly unfounded; he's worked hard for his appearance and skills, and believes he has the right to be proud of them - there's nothing to be ashamed of. He likes attention, and he desires the stares, adoration and appreciation of others, things he never really had as a child; without them, he'd certainly wilt. He cares about his public appearance and perception, even if it's perhaps a sleazy kind of caring. Handling the fame of being a pilot came somehow naturally, only that he's ever greedy for it and hates being ignored. Truth be told, this fragile ego is a very easy way to manipulate him - and he does not take public humiliation too well. While he's not so much of a sore loser as he used to be, he's still having a hard time accepting defeat and will always be searching for a way to get back and come out on top the next time around; jokes and mutual provoking between other pilots is becoming second nature without needing to get too offended, though.

CLOTHES MAKE THE MAN, UNIFORM MAKES THE SOLDIER
On duty, Sieg is a largely different man. Efficient. Reliable. You need something dead, burnt to a crisp, boiled in its own juices? He's got you, it's only a question of 'when', not 'if'. He's convinced that he was born to be a pilot, and to die in service to glorious Aedolis would be about the greatest honor - but not too soon; first, he'll give his all. There's little he will not do if his job demands it, really. The adrenaline of battle coupled with the pride he feels for his station is a powerful force, one that fuels him in fact. And he can be terrible with a gun in hand, cold, mechanical, cruel - nothing's too much, really. He'll scorch the faces off of people for his country and relish in it too. The smug attitude of a man that can't take anything seriously only disappears in two cases, and one of those are combat situations and drills. When he's in service, he's far from a troublemaker.

BROTHER WOLF
It's hard to deny the fact that Sieg can often be an asshole. He's foul-mouthed and lewd, and he's also got very little shame and few manners when it comes to mouthing it off with someone he doesn't like; he's considerably selfish, too, but there's a very important exception to that: his squad. His squadron is his family. He'd do anything for them, and he's very protective of his squad and its members - be it their reputation or their lives, if you threaten a Valkyrie or shit-talk them, Sieg will not simply let it be. Even his selfishness, and sometimes his ego, can sometimes take a second seat to his squad at a rapid pace, even if he jokes about his squadmates in public - it's nothing but good-natured. In reality, he values them, perhaps more than anything. They're the best family he could ask for, and he doesn't really take his position of squadron leader as lightly; there's a lot he'd be willing to sacrifice for his squad and honestly believes in being open and fair with them and giving all he has to the squad when he has to. He'll take responsibility when needed and wouldn't be afraid of elbowing his way through for the sake of his squad.

HUMOR, ROSES, THORNS
Typically, it doesn't take to notice that Sieg takes few things seriously. He likes to laugh, on the expense of rivals and people he dislikes too - and often, the humor he'll implement isn't meant to be all that kind. He's a provocateur, as long as it makes him laugh. There's not a lot of things that he can take and process with levity and without at least some joking when it comes to daily life; being quick to laugh makes things easier. Truth be told, Sieg is not that emotionally mature and trying to work through his own misgivings in front of others' eyes - or, even worse, admitting to weakness, vulnerability or mistakes - is simply too much harder than joking about it. And this is probably why he'll never get into a relationship unless it changes, he's simply too afraid of that degree of intimacy. In private or next to people that he trusts - chiefly his squadmates - it's a little different, but he's not good at being emotionally open or saying what he really feels; he's better at kicking it under the rug and pretending there's nothing there, although the insecurities and doubts might already be piling up visibly. That is, unless he fucking hates you. Then you'll know.

Fun Facts!:
  • he has a huge tank full of tropical fish in his apartment, positioned inbetween the lounge and bedroom to be visible from both; in fact, he loves water and frequently goes swimming and diving when he has the opportunity.
  • he's claustrophobic as a consequence of getting stuck in an elevator for hoursas a child, but trying to control it
  • viciously carnivorous, loves huge portions, eats like a pig, sneers at vegan/vegetarian menu options and he especially dislikes eggplant and zucchini; doesn't really like candy, but won't turn a cake or pie down
  • he likes apocalyptic movies and videogames; bad B-list horrors are his guilty pleasure, they're not even scary, they're just hilarious because they're awful
  • sleeps with faint neons on, they're installed throughout the bedroom and living room
  • there have been rumors about him taking steroids, which he denies - but not particularly vehemently; hallucinogens are fair game, though (or used to be up until one very bad trip. He's not allowed to do anything worse for weed since then.)
  • hates wearing very formal clothes - black tie, white tie, three piece suit - since he finds them too constricting

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}

Telepathy - His telepathy is very average and far from a strong spot, being just about able to talk to people through a wall or across a larger hall; it's necessary for squad maneuvers.

Cryokinesis - Also relatively average for this ability - enough to be used in combat as a lethal weapon, but not too far out of the norm. He has fine enough control over it to cool drinks and keep himself cold in the Solartan heat, which is where it comes in handy during daily life, but overall does not excel in the most finesse-requiring abilities.

Pyrokinesis - This is where his real strength lies. Sieg is a pyrokinetic powerhouse, even if he's not particularly bright; besides lifting weights and firing guns, his best skill is probably scorching faces off of people. It's also the reason why he spent longer than usual in stage 4, to achieve a fine enough control at an otherwise deadly power - fine enough to heat his food without burning it, for example, or to be able to keep the fire just above his skin and avoid burning his skin off. Though it took a long time to learn, he's able to avoid scorching himself raw - for the most part; he's more power than finesse, and accidents still happen. He has a lot of raw power, and when the flame's up, it's hard to control. A very useful skill to have in regards to precise pyrokinesis is the ability to affect the body temperatures of living organisms - beautiful and deadly, to slowly boil someone's organs, it's also probably the best finely honed skill he has.

Hand to hand combat - Practices kickboxing and grappling in his rigorous daily workout schedule and he can probably bench-press a smaller horse. Going toe to toe with him is ill advised. He's heavy and hits like a sledgehammer.

{RELATIONSHIPS}

Arie - a large, older slim wyvern with a particularly wide wingspan and steel blue scales with a metallic sheen. Both his hind legs are mechanical, as is his ribcage, visible through metallic protrusions along the main spine on his back. He has a long tail, large teeth on a slim horned head and particularly sharp spines - they actually make him hard to ride. More thoughtful and less brash than his pilot, he chose Sieg chiefly for his dogged determination and go-getter personality. And truth be told, Arie changed him, though it's highly questionable if it's for the better, because he's a cruel creature that doesn't need his human compassion or kindness, he needs a soldier - strong-willed, loyal, mechanical.
He actually convinced him to break all bonds with his family, and did so well enough to make Sieg think it was his idea all along.

{HISTORY}

CHILDHOOD

Sieg was born to a very average middle class Solartan family; his mother was a secretary and his father an ordinary clerk. He had a three years older sister that was much beloved by both of his parents. There was only one issue with his birth: Siegfried was an illegitimate product of his mother's affair with a manager, what his father was very much aware of - and though he chose to stay with her for the financial benefits and because of their first child, he often regretted the decision and let Sieg know that his sister was by far the preferred offspring on multiple occasions. It was never really kept a secret, especially not when his father grew to low-key resent him; his mother loved him and cared about him, but most of both of their parents' affection and attention still went to Rickarda. The reason was simple: she was found out to be a psion gifted with precognition. Sieg? Sieg was just an ordinary, not particularly bright kid that liked to play with lighters to his parents' dismay. Disobedient. Reckless. Lazy. Stubborn, and according to his father 'a fucking idiot'.

And Sieg grew jealous of Rickarda because of it. There was never a particularly strong sibling bond between them; in fact, the only family member whom he was genuinely close to was his uncle that worked in the military, but he did not get the chance to see him very frequently. He tried to run away once, and spent three days at a friend's house, only to return home because his friend's mother didn't permit him to watch TV long into the night. He did not voice this to his parents; a quiet rivalry grew between him and his sister, with Sieg provoking Rickarda out of defiance and becoming rebellious towards his father. He was gone out of home more often than not, and when he wasn't, it was chiefly to play videogames in his room. Truth be told, he was really, really jealous. His only wish was to one day become a famous pilot and serve Aedolis, like General Infantry Joseph or the pilots on TV and in magazines. Rickarda already had everything she asked for. Why couldn't he be the special one for a change?

When his psionic ability was discovered, it was actually a huge relief. It meant a certain future for him; he was immensely proud, so immensely proud that he did not even take a moment to consider that there might be a drawback to it. The years afterwards he spent in tense anticipation of being drafted at long last; Rickarda was taken into candidacy at the age of thirteen, and the three years that followed which he spent at home - or largely outside of it - were a blur that passed him by, only spiked by dreams and occasionally his father's insults and comparisons saying he'll never measure up to his sister. But he knew he'd prove him wrong, or at least really hoped so.

STAGE 1

He was drafted into the candidate program aged 13, too. It was a harsh awakening from the idealized dream that he imagined pilot training as, with strenuous exercise, high demands, a rigorous schedule and vicious rivalry and bullying from older, stronger candidates. Less so than an issue of missing his family, it was an issue of his freedom - until then practically unlimited - being ripped away from him. Within the first month, the idea of his world and his future fell apart, and persisted only out of sheer stubborn hope that things will get better and one day, he'll become a famous, celebrated pilot, get all the cash, get all the ass, and will be able to do what he wants. Safe to say, he had a very narrow worldview.

STAGE 2

Things didn't get easier. In fact, they got harder. The pressure only got worse, now with the addition of classroom work - which Sieg honestly hated; he began doubting himself and his ability to make it through the program, and during some clashes with cruel older students that liked to pick on younger candidates also his own strength. Luckily, the desire to be a pilot - and, by then already growing, almost stupid determination and tendency to sink his heels in when things went to shit - was stronger than the doubts; if it hadn't been, he'd have been sent to TRIM. It was necessary to get up every time he got beaten down, wipe the blood off and continue.
He was barely fifteen, he was terrified, and for the first time in his life he encountered a brand new sensation: despair. While he could get used to the physically demanding training, the constant pressure to persist in equally difficult study courses and avoid breaking under the psychological strain of competition, threat and an outlook on nothing but more work ahead was tremendous; on several occasions, he thought he might not make it.

He had tried to keep contact with Rickarda - to a small degree - knowing that she was a part of the program, too, but he wasn't fully aware that she was not doing well. It came as quite the shock that she broke down mentally and was removed from the program. Just like that. After that, there was a dull silence and unanswered texts on the phone he had received from the program. He didn't know what happened; he didn't really find out, either.
But it was probably precisely what he needed to steel his resolve and persist in all efforts. He was horrified. This must never happen to me, he told himself, built a wall between himself and the hostile reality on the other side, worked hard, and isolated himself from unnecessary emotions that could get in the way. Being cold and mechanical and focusing merely on his duties worked wonders.

He had the luck - or bad luck? Only his fellow pilots are able to judge that now, although he considers it a lucky circumstance - to be mentored by Aisling Sheehy. That's where he got his vanity from; he was honestly infatuated and amazed by his mentor from the moment he met him, and it's safe to say Aisling also affected him by a large part, since he used to hero-worship his beautiful, imposing mentor.

STAGE 3

Moving to Stage 3 was a blessing. The studying and training didn't get easier - in fact, it could be argued that they got harder - but Sieg himself was older and had the mental fortitude he had lacked in Stage 1 and 2, and now also mostly tolerable teammates. He was determined to finish the program no matter what it takes, even if it meant euthanizing his emotions completely and start searching for other outlets for stress and anger, ways to cope with the pressure - thought they weren't always good ones. Hunter became prey. He realized that getting his own insecurities out on others worked well enough, that he liked the fear of younger candidates when he did precisely what he himself had hated earlier. And he also liked betting on who'll make it through candidacy to then try and bully the ever-loving fuck out of anyone who caught his eye in particular and see them disappear. This cruelty, sadly, stuck somewhere deep within him.

STAGE 4

The time he spent in stage 4 was probably disproportionately drawn out by the time and learning that his pyrokinesis required. He burned himself many times, and he has the scars to show for it - at least partially, since a lot of them has gradually been covered up by tattoos. His destructive behavior continued even now, sadly; it was an effective way of boosting his ego, and cruelty's a hard thing to unlearn. He eventually forgot about what he was before candidacy, about Sieg the excitable kid that messed around all day, about his parents, about past's dreams and intentions. It was peeled away and removed, replaced by layers and layers of a new person. And what he was before candidacy ultimately did not matter, because he would soon become a pilot.

STAGE 5

Aged 19 and having almost nothing in common with the child that entered candidacy, stage 5 was largely devoid of the problems that the earlier years had presented. He knew he'd like the life of a pilot once he graduates and a dragon chooses him; after all, this was what he had been looking forwards to all his life - even the harsh candidacy years were worth it. The Siegfried Reynar interning and helping out with younger candidates was a new man, a militant, eager, self-confident candidate only waiting to be chosen by a dragon and learning the details of his profession now. In fact, there was a very real sense of satisfaction in knowing that he's very close to achieving the thing that he had wanted to prove to his father all along.

When he was finally chosen by Arie, to say he was overjoyed would be an understatement - in the moment of his graduation, he was certain it was worth every price he had to pay for it during candidacy. His graduation was followed by a week of celebrating, just as it warrantied.

PILOT LIFE

He actually took his new position seriously - surprisingly seriously for someone reckless and prone to acting without thinking it through too much beforehand; as a soldier, he was devoted to duty quite a lot. It was always the personal life that was a bigger issue to keep in check. He was promoted to Echo aged 21, and it was around that time that he attained the position of squadron leader with the Valkyries. Truth be told, squad life was a good life - and the squad he got into was the best he could wish for; he'd been rooting for the Valkyries in the games ever since childhood, and it was almost like a dream come true to become the squadron leader.
Though, things weren't often flawless. Pilot life, too, began to leave an imprint on Sieg - together with Arie and Arie's cruel, narcissistic personality. He broke even the minor contact he retained to his family and hadn't seen them ever since his graduation, when he briefly met them again. He got an apartment; he fulfilled his dreams of a luxurious life, he got famous, he got a following. What more he could ask for?
It's a pity that fame, money and brainwashing can't really make you happy, though it sure enough makes it seem like it for a short while.

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