Gallantry entails great risks (( MOVED ))

"Adventuring is my life! I'm prepared for the worst! Ahahah!"   (( ARCHIVE as of 5/5/15. I've moved! You can find me over at GXLLANTRY.TUMBLR.COM ! )) 

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

I’ve moved !

(( Yes, so this seems like the right time to mention this, now that I’ve actually set up my new blog.

For a multitude of reasons, I’ve moved my sieg blog. You can now find me over HERE ! 

You don’t have to follow me if you don’t want to, but keep in mind that I’ll no longer be posting on this blog. All threads that I owe / drafts I wish to continue / unanswered asks will be moved to that blog ( if I haven't dropped them, that is ), so keep that in mind too !

I look forward to continuing my interpretation of Siegmeyer, writing him, and rping with others. Thank you for all the appreciation for this blog. I wouldn't be still here rping on Tumblr without your support ! ))

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

I’ve moved !

(( Yes, so this seems like the right time to mention this, now that I’ve actually set up my new blog.

For a multitude of reasons, I've moved my sieg blog. You can now find me over HERE ! 

You don’t have to follow me if you don’t want to, but keep in mind that I’ll no longer be posting on this blog. All threads that I owe / drafts I wish to continue / unanswered asks will be moved to that blog ( if I haven't dropped them, that is ), so keep that in mind too !

I look forward to continuing my interpretation of Siegmeyer, writing him, and rping with others. Thank you for all the appreciation for this blog. I wouldn't be still here rping on Tumblr without your support ! ))

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

((   After some pondering and deliberating I’ve decided to move blogs-- More details soonish. Thank you. ))

[darksoulscollab]

Siegmeyer - Mauricio Perin

[marlenathepardoner]

Transgression

[marlenathepardoner]

"Nnh—?"

The pardoner jolted out of her trance-like state, her first reaction being to strike out at her potential attacker before the rest of her senses caught up. The metallic ring of a drawn blade was interrupted by a much less gracious thump, the pommel of her rapier stopping short against the knight’s bulky armour. If it weren't for the noise, the man was likely not to have even felt such a pathetic blow.

Staring wide-eyed with terror up at the round helm and struggling to get a grip on her panic, Marlena waited for a painful end at the hands of a fellow undead. Oddly enough, the sound of his voice felt much more familiar than the unusual and rare sight of a Catarinan knight’s armour. It was a few long seconds later before her words managed to find their way out.

"Siegmeyer? Monsieur Siegmeyer? Is that really you?"

No sooner had she mentioned his name, a heavy wave of relief washed over her, cleansing away the fear and tension whilst leaving her feeling exhausted. But safe. The safest she’d ever felt since arriving in Lordran. Though she would never admit it.

She gently sheathed the thin blade, finally relaxing her death grip from the hilt. The pardoner smiled deliriously up at her dear friend, some of the dried blood on her face cracked and fell away.

"I was just on my way to the church, Monsieur. Would you like to join me for some tea, perhaps?"

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

A small, nearly unnoticeable sigh of relief escapes his lips-- He was, of course, happy she was in a well enough state to speak, but... Something had happened to her, something that he wasn't there to protect her against! Guilt clawed into his kind heart like a pair of hawk’s talons, sharp and merciless.

"Yes, uhm... Don't you worry, good lady. We'll head back to the Parish in just a second. Tea sounds wonderful right about now, thank you." 

He sounded more worried than delighted, as his pretending skills were a bit preoccupied, being replaced with his insufferable fretting about, making sure she's alright... He lifts her mask up just enough for his hand to clear the rust-coloured blood that had caked itself on her face, and... He was doing it again... looking at her as if she were a beacon in a storm, as if he was silently thanking her for existing and being alive and still human and... merely gracing his presence.  It was a horrible habit (in his eyes, at least), but no matter how rude he thought it was... in this moment, he couldn't stop.

After he finally mustered the strength to look away, he mumbled a slight apology and picked her up, letting the back of her knees buckle and come to rest on his arms. He allowed her head to lean against his breastplate-- Nevermind that it’s probably not the most comfortable place for an injured head to rest-- He would let no more harm come to her.

Thankfully, their journey back was uneventful. Siegmeyer’s knack for finding the paths less traveled pays off every once and a while, did it not? He quickly scanned his narrow line of sight as he sauntered into the church.

“Seems we’re all clear,” he sighed, placing her down on one of the rickety pews and kneeling at her side. His hands came to the sides of his helmet, and he pulled it from the base of his neck, messing his neatly-slicked hair just by a few strands. The subtle change in lighting was enough to make him blink before looking back down at her.

“No need to worry, no need to panic-- We’re back at the church, my lady.” He sounded comforting, at least, but even someone in Marlena’s dizzied state could see past his jovial facade. He was concerned, perhaps deathly so, about her condition. But he said no more, as not to overload her senses... No, he merely kept up his smile, eager for a response-- eager to find out a way to help her, if there was any. She only had to ask him.

[fallenisms]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

    “Thou shalt respect all weaknesses, and shalt constitute thyself the defender of them.”                                      —  ASKSIEGMEYER  —                                              est oct 29th, 2013                                       main | rules | ask | about

       Independent RP blog for Siegmeyer of Catarina from Dark Souls

                            • 6+ years of roleplaying experience                             • mun is 18+                             • OC friendly, loves crossovers                             • semi-selective                             • open to any writing style

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

55 RP Thread prompts

(( Send me “ Let’s Go! ” and I’ll generate a random number, from 1 to 55. ( Use Random.org for best results ! )  Whatever number I get will be our muses’ situation. - Whether or not re-rolls are allowed is up to you. - These work best with modern muses or a Modern AU. - List is HERE -- Bonus points if you don’t look at them before reblogging. (Don’t worry-- they’re all sfw.)

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

(( I’m in the mood to write a like... completely non-nsfw ask meme prompt or something? Or thread starter prompt list? Or whatever you call it. ONE OF THOSE THINGS WITH THE LISTS AND THE WORDs Anyways, I am ONLINE now... hello hullo.   Askbox is open, as always. Expect a (probably modernau?) prompt list some time today, yaaaay ))

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

Are you... stuck. Again.

“Mm? Stuck, you say?”

He looks up at the stranger, a rather unconcerned look on his face. At least what’s visible of it, anyways. The iron that separates them is blocking even more of his visage, but it’s clear that he’s not at all worried about his situation. He lazily puts his hands through the cell door, tightening his grip around the bars and leaning a bit closer.

“Well, yes, you could say that. But… I’m certainly in no hurry, you see. Merely…Considering things. ‘Mulling things over’, as they say. Planning my next move!”

Breaking his gaze away from the stranger, he releases one of the bars and puts his hand on where his chin would be, letting out a rather resounding ‘hmmmmm’.

“I’m very focused in here… so very still.No need to worry about me, I’ll surely think of a way out of here… eventually! Thank you for your concern– however! I am quite capable of handling these things, as you know.”

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

So is the armor easy or hard to roll in? I imagine the round shape may help, but it seems to be a bit on the heavy side from the looks of it

           “Oh, it IS quite heavy, of course... But we knights of Catarina are trained from a very young age to carry such a burden. We are quite used to it by the time we’re granted knighthood!

You see, the centerpiece of the Catarinan technique isn't in evasion, but in parrying! Using your adversary’s movements against them, deflecting or absorbing blows to gain the upper hand! I’m sure you get the idea, hm?

But... to answer your question, friend... even if we COULD perform such feats fully-armored, I don't think it would do us much good in any situation, honestly. By the time we could get up, I think our opponents would have their daggers at our throats! 

And besides... I think it would make me quite dizzy.”

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

(( If there’s anyone awake at this hour who’d be willing to throw some questions at siegmeyer while I edit the blog a little, I’d be very greatful. ))

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

Strange noises emanate from below, further into this abysmal cave-- A horrid, drawn out groaning, perhaps from the putrid mouth of a hollow whose mind has lost all notions of sanity... or perhaps it is the noise of some unknown beast, its mouth dripping with drool as it pictures its next meal approaching ...!

... Or perhaps it’s merely Siegmeyer, letting out a tremendous yawn. Yes, that seems more sensible, as the knight himself can be seen wandering aimlessly, each step of his heavy with fatigue. Eventually, he comes to a slight cliff, and he glances around for a minute before taking a seat, dangling his armored feet off the edge. Almost instantaneously, his demeanor changes from ‘rather tired’ to ‘rather pleased’, completely ignoring the mood of the area around him.

More importantly, his appearance means that no, he hasn't lost ALL of his marbles just yet. What he’s planning is anyone’s guess, but for now he seems content to just sit and sigh, becoming “simply absorbed in thought”... as he usually is.

[android-lloyd-webberr]

Never shall I complete this side quest correctly  

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

"Mmmm? Oh-ho!”

He turns around and stares at the other person with a pair of rather startled eyes. After a beat, He puts his right hand on his hip— or, roughly where it would be under all that armor…

"Do excuse my wandering eye! You simply surprised me, is all— I was expecting it to be someone else. Or was I? …Well, truthfully, I wasn’t expecting anyone at all! Ahahahah!”

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

(( Speaking of RL FCs and the likes -- I’ve finally found one for Siegmeyer, at least for the modern au ( which I would really like to RP more-- lookin’ at u, marlenathepardoner ♥ , seralonne ♥ , and lionxdor ♥ ).  Part of my slight shift in the style of this blog was to find one, and now it seems I have at least that part covered.  Currently, I’m still scouring pictures of him to find ones suitable for iconning-- But I’ve chosen none other than Tom Selleck. Hopefully I can get back on my RPing A-Game and and actually use him for FC shenanigans, eh? ))

[ordaey-blog]

                                         ❛ I do not doubt. ❜

      she meant no ill-will. the weight of such iron         must be so burdening upon their shoulders.         as much as she’d like to avoid the question,         his age was obvious. to be in knighthood at        such a age, one must so high in mind to keep        it on for so long. so inspiring.

                                             ❛ Catarina? Oh, of course. Father                speaks                                                                of such a land, so many brave             and divine                                                                warrior. Though how odd of a               knight, so                                                                make speak with the princess                so alone.                                                                My king I’m sure is within his           throne room,                                                                have thee cometh to speak with                 him of                                                                business or, merely a traveler seeking lodging? ❜

[asksiegmeyer-blog]

            “ Princess -- ?                            Heavens me, please forgive my poor manners ! ”

He had suspected that this young girl was of some manner of gentry, but he seemed to have grossly underestimated her rank. But nonetheless, he stood humbled before a Princess. But of what land ? Had he come so far as to leave Lordran ? Surely he would have noticed before he crossed a border ? Or was he so absorbed in thought that he simply... missed it ?

         “ My name is Sir Siegmeyer... of Catarina, as you no doubt have                         gathered... But no, I seek nothing, no audience with the King, no                        lodging -- ”  He found himself stumbling over his own thoughts, figuring what would be best said to remedy this situation, catching a Princess on her own. Perhaps he had startled her?        

         “ -- I have no business here, besides that of wandering, you see.                           So yes, you could call me a traveler of sorts ! Although, in my                             wanderings, I certainly did not mean to intrude upon your domain,                     fair Princess.”