Vizard
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~General Information~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Name: Siegfried Enders
Alias: The damned one, The accursed one
Gender: Male
Age: 388
Visual Age: 21
Rank: Masked army
Ex-Division: Kido
Years Since Exile: About 150
Sexual Orientation: Straight
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Additional Information~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*This stuff is optional
Blood Type: A
Family Members: None
Birth Date: December Ninth
Star Sign: Sagittarius
Favorite Food: Pizza, Spaghetti
Least Favorite Food: Baked eggplant
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Appearance~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~General Appearance:
Standing tall with his 6'1 feet with a rather slim body, though not weak. Almost half a thousand years have trained his body to the maximum: he is fast, he is agile, strong. Someone who could start a little war is he would want or was challenged to. He looks young with even three hundred years on his back, but he seems to have not aged a day since bid his life farewell. He still looks like eighteen to twenty.
His torso is well built, though always hid by clothing and the likes, it is a result of over three hundred years of training, sweating, serious injuries and a lot of bone fractures. the breast muscles and the abs are well seen when shirtless and the only way this part of his body is decorated is with scars residing on his skin and in his soul for life, as well as several tattoo's. One being a tattoo resembling tribal lines forming two black wings going down from his shoulder-blades, but not leaving the back, nor going to the sides and not going lower than his waist. The most recognizable scars are those of hollow fights and training, but mist of them come from himself, well his hollow side to be exact. Their conflicts and the fact that they have been crossing swords for the last years have left a large dent in Sieg's physical attractiveness to some girls, but raised it for the women with the darker and more cruel personality.
His legs are those of a real warrior and role model for the lover ranked in live, in the shinigami ranks and in the attractiveness scale, if there is such a dull and boring thing. Siegfried has trained his legs well to, they are strong enough to kick holes in walls and kick through a horde of hollows on one of his bad days. for some interesting reason or other his genitals going lower than his head have not had any growth of hair, leaving everything besides his head naked. Well I won't tell you about the intimate stuff, you'll have to find it out IC.
His arms, as mentioned before are hair-less, but yet manly hands with veins visible every time he clenches his fingers together to make a fist and sending it off with strength enough to punch your teeth down your throat. The muscles are well visible in these areas as well. Applying for the right hand: the muscles are visible below the tribal tattoo resembling two "S's" crossed representing the childhood gang he was in when alive.
Going up, even higher: his head is that of a typical American. With jet black hair hanging down wildly sometimes weakening his sight allowing for petty mistakes and a lot of openings to be sighted by an opponent worthy and keen enough. His eyes dark partly covered by his wild mane. His sight is enough to see the enemies moves coming and to see right through the very opponent as well. His nose being an ideal work of symmetry, said to be gods modeling and his lips full enough to be every woman's wish, he is compered to an Adonis. On the back of his neck resides a Japanese character meaning - protection. it was a blessing from the priestesses of a temple.
Though he shows often a dull and careless look, he often is misunderstood at first sight. The clothing in the image bellow are those he used to wear when still alive. those were the times when thief's and rouges plagued the forests and attacked the wealthy and the noble. The time when picking up a sword to be a knight who brings salvation or a bandit who brings destruction were the only two real choices. He had fought a lot of foreign warriors and taken from each of them something worth the while, either after the fight or while fighting, with force. All except the seemingly cybernetic arm are exactly the same. What he wears now is a rarely the same. He has a large clothing collection so no one recognizes him among the living for over a hundred years. But he prefers casual clothing like a leather jacket or a windbreaker and some casual pants.
Reiatsu Color: Dark purple with a black edge
Height: 6.1
Weight: 125 lbs
Body Type: Being tall and pretty much skinny compered with other more round people he looks well. With a muscular body he is able to withstand many attacks.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Persona~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Personality: A man who, despite his unappealing way of conversation and dreadful look, still cares a lot for the opposite gender. Not if he is attacked by a representative of it, he has no problems fighting a woman, may it even be an infant, though he will surely hold back against one if not completely challenged. He has a habit trying to seduce women at the weirdest times, even in the midst of battle, even an opponent. He knows what he likes and he likes it much. He is a real smooth-talker with pick-up lines and compliments from half a thousand years ago, ones that have brought queens and princesses with entire kingdoms to the male gender. Even a goddess would blush if Siegfried really tried to seduce her. He does not show any other emotion than affection to a girl of his choice, if she really favors him. He will not back from a challenge, a feisty girl that is.
He shows not fear around anyone. He stays reasonable and calm acting with someone greater in power than him. He gives not away his weaknesses easily and does not approve of battles that serve no purpose. He shows not excitement easily as well, together with pleasure. He is one to hide that he is interested in something so that no one knows his real motives for sure. And he will not grieve for anything, even someone lost to the fangs of time or to an opponents blade. He will not sulk about anything and will not let use his affections against him. He will not rage off by simply being deceived with foul words and empty threats. He will rarely answer with the same and rarely raise his voice to the threatening and uncomfortable tone, may the situation appear grim or almost impossible to get out of.
He never backs down from a worthy challenge and participates in fair battles. He finds it boring to draw his blade all the time, and he also fears from attacking wit it as his hollow side may get the better of him and cause more damage and paint than needed for one lifetime. He rather prefers hand to hand combat and after that sword battles. He has not forgotten the power of kido as well, but attacking with spells is quite boring even though he was good if not excellent at it. He has achieved a state where he can read his opponent and see right through them. He is sometimes able to predict their movements and plan several steps ahead.
He hates what he hates and likes what he likes, there is no need for him to change and there never will. Sure, he acts a little and tells what the ladies want to hear when smooth talking, but that is about it. He enjoys good comedy as well as some beautiful art or a superb theater play. But he has also experienced many music ways with almost half a millennium behind him and he not been as found to one as he is to rock and metal. His mind may be poisoned by the pop songs a little, so he might hum one once in a while, but don't expect him to know every newest track. He is somewhat of a gambler. He does not the usual kind of guy who will spend his money all at once and on everything. He knows what he is able to do with two cards in his hands and five cards lying on the table. That's right – poker. He is skillful with bluffing, in real life as well as in a hand or two and he enjoys it.
Likes: Girls, Italian food, Italy, Sleep
Dislikes: Some vegetables, Fighting, Shinigamis and hollows alike, Humans
Goals: To make the whole world pay for his curse, and to seduce every girl he likes
Insecurities:
Fears: Of his hollow taking over.
Strengths: Hand to hand and sword combat. Battle strategies etc. Good at gambling.
Weaknesses: Ranged combat, Lack of respect, Has a problem drawing his sword when needed and relies too much on hand to hand combat
Phobias:
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~History~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bio: It all began in the sixteenth century with the birth of a child, a boy to be exact. A boy who was given a royal name despite his families grim looking financial status and the fact his bloodline was as royal as fish that could talk. He was forced to walk the first years through the dark forests and through various villages where everyone was a poor and sick of life as him. His parents were traders and traveling salesmen. Though you couldn't get any big money from what you found in the woods so they were forced to go to dangerous castles, ruins, caves and the likes to find something valuable that would save them from starving and would keep them alive for another day or two. They often faced bandits and thief's that wanted whatever they were carrying around, no matter what it was, they didn't even care to ask if the bags had been filled with anything to begin with so his father mostly protected them while Siegfried hid behind his mother.
That's basically the way his childhood flied away with soaring wings and as fast as a bandit ran away from the law. But he was forced to fight for his own life from one day forward. The day both his parents were murdered by scum.
They were returning from a dark cave which had been searched through and the only thing they had found were some mushrooms and fire wood for another night camping outside. They made half the way to a nearby town when the night fell above their heads. They decide to not continue but simply rest for the day, thinking that with two men it would be enough to survive the night. Siegfried was sent to the forest for more firewood as the one he had already collected had burned to ashes by the flames that made their camp fire. He had no trouble seeing what he was picking up as the darkness was cleared by the puny flames of the fire and some fireflies that surrounded him.
As he bent to pick up another piece of wood he heard a loud scream and then a laugh. He grabbed the wood tight and ran to the faint signs of humans, probably the only ones in the whole forest and as soon as he got to the camp he saw his parent lying on the ground dead with blood spilled on the ground and the forest wildlife, as well as a large puddle below his parents. Everything was read and he snapped immediately. He dropped the firewood and picked up his fathers blade. He charged at the ones he claimed as his enemies and slashed at them with all his might. Bringing them to their knees to roll down in agony after that he finished them off one by one carefully remembering each aspect he could hear in their screams: agony, pain, fear, anger. All these emotions were followed by death. He sat down on the bags he had carried and thought about taking his own life for a split second, before he heard the yell and heavy breathing of what seemed to be an animal. Siegfried rose his blade and blocked the incoming one. It was two or three times larger, the blade and the one who carried it, each each than than their counterparts. The one who blocked was thrown down to the ground with a shattered blade in his hands and his chest torn open. He took a few deep breaths and eyed his opponent before standing up. The half-dead child did not seem as a worthy opponent. It was rather surprising he could stand right now. Siegfried regained his senses and grabbed his broken sword tightly. He charged at the man who resembled an ox in size and overall appearance. Covered in leather he was spit in the face by Siegfried. that was no saliva, not only anyway, it was mixed with blood. While the beast was distracted a blade ran through his throat and silenced the last screams that were heard that night. His life and blade was taken and dragged away.
Siegfried worries did not end with the mans death. He was hunted by the killed mans higher-ups. It turned out that he was a part from an gang of bandits and he was one of the top ranked dogs. So Siegfried could only escape those weakling by joining up a gang himself. Said - done. He joined one called "Soul Stealer's". Being young and wild, nothing like what he is now, he started to kill and murder everyone he was told to, even civilians. some where even from the gang that was hunting him. Some seemingly small-matter killings later the two gangs went to war with each other. Both sending all of their men and women to fight the opposite forces. Siegfried was at the top of his game. He killed each and every new face he saw, not thinking twice. as almost an hour had passed he was still not tired of killing. But his life was taken by an archer of the enemies ranks. The first arrow piercing his backside and bringing his lips to let out a growl. He turned around to face the bastard and curse him for several lifetimes before his heart was pierced by another arrow.
As the war had ended and a few ghostly images were standing in the middle each bound with a chain to his or her human remains. the bodies covered in blood and scars were violently crippled and payed no respect to. Each death came in a different way, each more painful, humiliating and agonizing than the previous. The spirits continued to fight and argue even in these forms. They weren't as shocked of their death as angry that they died and had to possibly meet his or her murderer again in afterlife. the silence that was hear at the beginning lasted only a few seconds before everyone started to spout nonsense and yell at each other. Only Siegfried was completely silent. He just watched his dead remains lye on the ground with several arrows protruding from it.
"So weak..." He sighed and closed his eyes as he was surrounded by fools and idiots who did not care even about their own deaths.
"You idiots..." He sighed again. He could not bare the fact that he was one of them. He had been deceived by the thrill and excitement of killing and brought into a fight, no a war, that he could have easily avoided. His life spared and his heart not pierced, not just by an arrow, but by foolishness.
"You let your emotions control yourself while placing your life on the line to play against the devil... and you lost... your very life." He despised himself. It seemed as if he was a completely different person from before. He was much more mature and was now focused to attain a state of spiritual calmness, that would also be his key to victory from this day on forth.
A large crash and a cloud of smoke in the middle of the battlefield calmed the ones arguing for a very long time now. They were surprised and stupefied by the appearance of a monster clawing its way out of the cloud throwing bodies and dirt all around the area. A large demon-like figure looked over them with an eye ready to kill and to eat launch. With a simple swing about ten meters of land were gone, they simply disappeared. The monster rose its arm above its head and opened his claw to drop the collected spirits together with a large amount of dirt and mud into his mouth. Some rocks and mud fell past it and buried the bodies below it. It then started to walk towards more victims leaving bodies crushed into the ground left in his footprints.People running scared away, though not getting anywhere since their souls were still attached to their bodies. Even Siegfried, who promised himself he would keep his emotions under control had to open his eyes wide at this sight. The enormous beast coming his way looking even more hungry. As soon as Siegfried regained his sense he looked at his chain and tried to rip it out of his chest. He tried several times but it had no use. The beast continued its way at the buffet. Siegfried couldn't take it. The boy grabbed his chain with his right hand and wrapped it around his leg. He then jumped in the air and performed a front-flip and stretching out his leg. As he came down the heel of his leg hit the chain and broke it in half, leaving good two meters for him to carry around. He didn't leave it on purpose, he just couldn't get even more off of him and perhaps it was a blessing he couldn't. He started to run at the forest thinking he could get some sanctuary there. Though the beast was not satisfied with the other souls, or he just couldn't bare for someone to survive his attacks, either way he came after the boy in hopes of finding and killing him.
He ran at least a mile before stopping and hiding behind a rather large tree, not larger than the vile beast but it was better than nothing. He could hear the beast growling and screaming together with trees being ripped out of the ground with the very roots and torn over crashing before going to ground. As the beast came closer he took a deep breath and waited for it to pass him. The only thing he heard was a yell, high as it came from the top of its lungs. He quickly crouched and avoided a painful and quick death. The claws cut through the tree leaving only a stump behind. "Where is the blood?" It asked after licking its claws.
"Argh!" Could be heard from it as it struck again by ramming its claws into the ground behind the stump.
"Where is the splurt? Why wont you die?!" The monster yelled repeatedly ramming its claws into the ground. After ten or more hits it stopped and took a closer look. As its head was as close as possible the boy appeared from behind the stump and threw the end of his chain at the beats mask. It cracked a little but the beast showed no pain. it grabbed Siegfried and picked him up with two claws.
"In you go!" it said dropping the kid into is mouth. but it was not his time to die. The boy was carried away by a black blur. the next moment all Siegfried knew was that he was a live, but the beast was not.
The boy picked himself up from the ground to look at his savior. it was a girl with beautiful, smooth, silky hair and with a face and body to die for. She just stood there with a mocking smile on her face starring at the boy.
"Who are you..." His lips whispered. And then he snapped.
"What exactly was that?!" He again lost his calm side. It was a lot harder to keep the calm and compulsive look on your face than he thought. And try to do that when you narrowly escaped death.
"Calm down." He said as she giggled and threw her hair back. what was this woman? Wash she the devil? Why was she playing with Siegfried? He couldn't seem to find an answer to any of these questions by simply looking at the girl so he went for it again. He calmed himself and tried to ask again.
"Wha-" He asked, but was rudely interrupted by the girl.
"I'll answer everything! Just keep your mouth shut!" She again laughed at Siegfried.
"I am a Shinigami - a death god. I take care of all the Hollows - the monsters like the one you just encountered. I also take care of you weaklings. Yes, you humans." She was clearly making fun of him. Though. he tried to keep his cool and listen to everything she said.
"You lemons crybabies can't stay alive by yourselves so we are sent to take care of you. Example - I was sent here to save those who were killed. Yes - I was here the whole time and could have intervened at any time. but I have no need for any of you who can't keep yourselves alive for more than three seconds after a big scary beast comes and tries to kill you!" She said it with flapping her arms around in a child-like manner until she went out of breath and had to take a deep one.
"Do your higher-ups know of your actions?" Siegfried asked in all seriousness.
"Higher-ups? A captain can do what he wants." She replied. And since a captain was a high rank he did not ask anything anymore.
"Is a child like this really a Captain?" He wondered but did not bring himself to say it in front of her.
"Get that look off of your face!" She yelled.
"Or I might reconsider!" She added to her furious speech.
"Reconsider what?" He asked. He did not quite get anything now.
"To weather den or not you to Rukongai. Don't even ask! Its a place where everyone goes if not killed by one of those. A place where every spirit can live on as they wish." She said bluntly. She was basically reading all of Siegfried's thoughts. He did not know how she did that, but he needed to find out.
"What if I don't even want to go?" He asked turning around before being struck by surprise by a tremendous pain in his stomach area. As he looked down he saw the chain links eating themselves. He couldn't even think straight with his body being engulfed in pain. He looked up at the girl.
"From what I see it..." She got closer to his face.
"You have no choice... Want me to ease the pain?" She whispered in his ear with their faces almost touching. He did not reply, he only clenched his teeth together. She unsheathed her sword and rose the hilt above the boys head.
"What... what do you go by?" He asked obviously asking for her name. She just smiled and pressed the hilt against his forehead.
"You can call me master."After disappearing from the world of the living he woke up in a village that seemed mostly abandoned. Some curious heads were shown in the windows looking at the only person on the street. He stood up and cleaned his behind. He had not his regular clothes on him. He now could easily blend in with the whole village. He only needed to take a look at the large building surrounded by tall gates and walls and he knew he had to go there to find that girl. He did not know her name nor anything else except that her smile was enough to melt his heart and her she was the sole reason he came to this wretched place. He started to walk without thinking about how to get in or how things would turn out. As he got to the gate a large ape-like figure appeared. He jumped down destroying the area around him. The ground crumbled as the gorilla asked.
"I am the guardian of this gate. You shall not pass!" He yelled out as he showed an axe from behind his back.
"You better let me pass." Siegfried didn't want to get held off by a baboon.
"Or what?" The man asked as he swung down one axe. As the axe had reached midway to the boys head he was a gain saved by a blur. The axe stopped several inches from his head. He was saved by the same girl who had brought him to this accursed village.
"You're really making me regret my actions." She sighed before pushing the gorilla back.
"Let's go." She took him by his hand and suddenly disappeared from the view of the citizens. The soon reappeared in the middle of what she explained to be Soul Society. Otherwise known as headquarters for all of her kind. She continued along and explained several more things that she thought Siegfried needed to know. And then she said that the boy had to go to the academy for his own sake to strengthen his abilities in combat that he had never experienced before. She told of swords that could talk of palms shooting off energy enough to destroy villages. And so it happened, Siegfried was called into the Shinigami academy.
The first year passed by making no friends what-so-ever. He dedicated his whole time and every part of his body to get everything and surpass his classmates and ear at least the lowest possible amount of respect he could gain from the girl of his dreams. He sometimes sat in his room remembering one time when he had asked her is she would become his love. She gave him a soft smile and said the words he had engraved in his heart and soul
"If you beat me, sure!" The beautiful giggle her lips sealed was enough to make even Siegfried blush. It was his new goal at life - to surpass everyone at Soul Society, though he was not lectured about Hollows and Quincies that time, so he was a unknowing of the outside world as every other student in his class. And that said it - he had to get to know everything and all about what there was to know to beat someone at her level.
Siegfried claimed his Zanpackuto on a field with tall grass that covered the lower half of everyone's bodies. He was the last in his squad that had graduated the academy simultaneously. He had survived though battles and though opponents but he had never had the need to reach into his inner world and he had no use for more power in his case. He had no use for even more power. But he decided to have a inner experience of sorts so he would go to a plain. He sat down and closed his eyes going into a state of calmness. He then after several hours of waiting got to a weird place. It was a room where everything was made out of glass and there was a throne in the back. a man hiding his face behind his hood asked Siegfried.
"Why do you need power? You are capable of beating everyone with your current strength, and yet you desire something that seems completely senseless. Why is that?" He asked.
"I'm here to tighten our bound. How can someone kill if his weapon does not give him strength and does not place his trust in him?" The boy explained.
"You think that by simply knowing my name... and being able to use my power... will be the peak of our cooperation?" Even more questions were asked.
"Why of course. That is why I'm here after all - to give bloom to "our" power." he said letting only a small grin escape.
"So be it. Then call out my name..." Siegfried was again in the real world. He opened his eyes quick and said it - Seishin no shouhi sha. As soon as these words had been said out they echoed in the field before total silence came. The thin blade turned into a rather small purple ball made out of what seemed to me crystal and filled with spiritual energy. The boy swung his fists and along them trails of reiatsu followed. He placed the last hit into the ground with excitement filling his veins.
The day of his and his brethren curse was the showdown against the arrancar army. It should have finished it all. But it only began a new disaster. They were fifty against one or more hundreds. It seemed hopeless at the beginning, but when their numbers depleted rapidly. More the hollows suffered than the shinigamis as they weren’t too many to begin with. It was down to the last few arrancars and shinigamis fighting with their last breaths. Suddenly the most powerful hollow rose his hand and fired several blasts off trapping every last shinigami in a world filled with pain and agony. Siegfried remembers nothing after it.
He remembers being sent to his inner world and faced by himself. He did not quite understand at that time, but now he knows. He knows that that was his inner hollow, though he is still wondering how it happened and who did it to him, but the battle he face can not be forgotten. They swung their blades at each other for several hours. Until Siegfried lost. Or so the hollow thought. He had pierced the sharp end of the hammer through the young boys body as blood ran down the pole and dripped down when it reached the crystals on which even the blood looked beautiful.
"It seems you lost... I'm gonna have fun with your body, though. So Don't worry." He said with a grin.
"Don't... ever... look... down... on me!" He said after each word taking a deep breath. He packed his hollow by the head and thew him down while packing his shikai with both hands he rammed the hammer down on the face of the fiend.
"See you when your ready to beat me." He whispered while picking the hammer black up. He swung back bending his spine almost inhumanly like and then bashed the bastards head in with it.
The next part of his life could be called dull and annoying. Before he could take back control of his mask he had already layed to waste cities and was given nicknames like ”The devil!” or ”The destroyer” and every time he showed up somewhere or when someone recognized him they gasped and were left breathless. A sole walk through a town made the people pray to god and hope that he would leave before destroying their town or laying something to waste. Of course that was nowhere near his intentions but those foolish humāns could not comprehend anything. They were listening to what they were told and whatever that was they were stupid enough to believe it no matter how laughable it was. That is the mind of the human insect. At the top of the food chain! Hah! Even Sieg could have laughed at that and that he rarely ever does.
After years of training and centuries of fighting to stay in control of his body he faced of several times against his inner hollow. That he did with no pleasure, but there was no choice but get rid of him. He had brought nothing but destruction to everything and everyone since the day he appeared. But as time passed and people died, died the ones that remembered his bad deeds and he was free of judgment and happy to live on as he wanted. He was not baund to the limits of earthlings, he was far greater and several hundred times more powerful than them. Or at least that was what his hollow told him, most likely trying to get Sieg’s guard down for a critical takeover. And once he almost prevailed. Funny as Siegfried gained his bankai the same day he was almost beaten out of his rightful body.
They were facing off again. Siegfried couldn’t wait around for something to happen. He had to beat his inner hollow and do it fast or who knows what could happen to his body. It was in the real word probably destroying buildings and leveling villages. They matched each other blow for blow while there was a feeling of emptiness in the air around them. They swung with their blades each as they thought would prove victorious. Siegfried swung from the top while his hollow blocked it by placing his blade horizontally above his head. The hit brought it down to shoulder height, but they were fighting to push their opponent away. After pushing each other off they came again at their counterpart. They sped past each other as blood flew through the air. They stopped to turn around while blood dripped as well from their swords. They had managed to slash their shoulders. Both of them rose their blades up after cleaning the blood off by swinging their respective zanpakuto to the side. The inner world was filled with trails of blood while Gekidoku was only watching. A large grin could be seen from under the hood that covered his face. It really seemed he was enjoying this.
”Seems that he’s having fun.” The hollow said.
”He hasn’t smiled like that for years.” He again spouted as he grinned.
”Better don’t disappoint!” He launched himself at Siegfried with all his force. He attempted to pierce through his counterpart. Siegfried dodged the hit to the side while barely. The blade glided so close to his body that it ripped part of the clothes off he was wearing. A slight scar was left by the wind alone. But that left the hollow open for a counter-attack. Siegfried grabbed him by his throat and threw the hollow at the wall.. He managed to do it to a degree. The hollow did not connect with the wall with a crash but he regained his štance and landed on his feet. With that being not enough he used the momentum and the lack of gravity in the room to run at Sieg across the wall. Siegfried had enough. He finally decided to use his shikai. The spiritual pressure got thicker and thicker until it was as heavy as a mist. It was well visible. But to his surprise the hollow did the same. A small crystal ball appeared in their hands and as soon as it was done the hollow pounced at Siegfried. They both swung back and went for the kill. The two attacks connected. Siegfried was thrown back a little while the hollow did not move from the area in midair he was in. He again used the momentum he was granted. Sieg had not the physical abilities of a hollow. As Siegfried tried to pull back the hammer to guard himself the hollow went for another swing. As that his point blank Sieg was knocked into the ground head first. Seishin's smile disappeared. The air was filled with dust and decree at the moment. Everything cleared out by the same time Siegfried's feet touched the ground. The hollow landed as well.
”Guess it was his time.” He shrug his shoulders as he looked at the zanpakuto spirit.
”Guess again.” He grinned again with hes deep and dark voice filling the room. Spiritual pressure started to build up around Siegfried. The ground even started to rumble. Sieg’s hand rose up and then grabbed into the ground. He started to rise his body up. He then threw the hollow standing on his head in the air and crossed his hands with a fast swing. The very moment the hollow was defeated leaving only the paper-like remains he disintegrated in.
After that several years passed he went with the ones in power and bounded together with "The Seven". The Vizards that had decided to form a organization themselves, as if they weren't chained together by the curse. He got to know of them by chance. A pretty weak Arrancar, which faced off against Siegfried. He suffered a defeat, but it was not anywhere a fair fight. Sieg could tell that his adversary was not at the peak of his strength, he was most probably beaten by someone much stronger than him, possibly much stronger than Siegfried himself. After a little interrogation he confessed that his first opponent was a man with reiatsu much like Zieg's, but he was much stronger than him. At least that's what the hollow said. Even so, Sieg decided he had to go and invest this power, he quickly pierced the mans heart and went to look for this fabled man. He felt for a reiatsu much like his and searched the whole town for it but no matter how much he looked and how many areas he searched through he was not able to find him. He then thought of the possibility that he was masking or hiding his spiritual power. So he had to lure the Vizard out. Siegfried released a huge amount of reitasu on the spot. He covered the whole area and you could even feel it from the other side of the town. That lured many lifeforms to hm, Hollows that is. But no Shinigami's as it seemed that they were not patrolling anywhere around here. They swarmed so much that with the reiatsu Sieg had used he had to rely on normal combat. He drew his sword and started to defend himself. He managed to take down a few of them but was slowly getting tired. A shadow appeared above him and with a swing liberated half of the hollow mass around them. With another one he cleared the town of scum. He was indeed impressive. He could deal with Siegfried with no effort as well. Siegfried remembered his face. It was one of the captains that were sent to the last battle. He took Siegfried in, maybe it was because he knew him and maybe because he could prove at least a little useful. He now fights alongside him for the honor of the Vizards.
Mon Aug 13, 2012 2:20 am by luxin
Subject: Siegfried Enders Done 
