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Post by be2aware on Jul 15, 2009 13:37:04 GMT -5
A young man wearing torn clothes walked through the castle gates, with a bow slung across his back and a sword sheath hanging at his side. He noticed a guard looking at him curiously, and turned. "My name is Leander Badger of the forest. I have come to see the king." The guard turned away again, and Leander continued. All he was thinking was, "Am I in the right place?" He had followed a knight here, and felt such admiration at the knight's conduct that he wished to be one as well. The throne-room's doors opened wide, and Leander stepped in. Suddenly conscious of his bare feet, he walked back out, brushed them on the stones, and walked back in. The forest-dweller made his way to the throne, looking at the crowned figure on the throne. Who was this mighty king that sat protected in a magnificent fortress? He looked down at his feet again, and awkwardly knelt. Reaching into one of the slits in his shirt, he pulled out a piece of tree bark that had been pulled from a dead oak. He had heard a knight once recite this to his fellow traveler, and had memorized it in case. "My name is Leander Badger of the forest. I vow to uphold the Code of Chivalry," he said. "And I swear fealty to you, King Kabe the first." He hoped that was the correct name. He also hoped that his still-dirty feet hadn't ruined the red carpet he knelt upon. Name: Leander Badger
Title, if applicable: None
Appearance: A 15 year old of slim build. Brown hair so dark it's easily mistaken as black. More mature in appearance and action than his age would suggest. Green-brown eyes. He is not outspoken, but is not shy.
History: At the age of 8, Leander became homeless. The details of his family are lost, known only to him. He has lived in the forest for the last 7 years, learning all he knows from those who pass through. He has become quite good at sneaking around due to this. The animals of the forest have grown to favor him.
Weapon of choice: A strange weapon named Bone Biter, able to be wielded both single and double-handed. A bow carved from a forest tree, light green in appearance.
Interests: Tree-climbing, running
Special abilities/other: Once followed an earth mage through the forest for three days, learning some of the art.
Color of choice: Emerald Seriously, am I in the right place? How embarrassing if I'm not XD
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Post by zarikrahia on Jul 16, 2009 21:51:54 GMT -5
It had been long months since she had entered through the open window into her quarters in the Knights's Castle. Lingering breifly over the room she had still not quite come to think of as her own, Zaria Vaiderayle dumped her worn bag on her bed and flung her door open, loping uneasily through the halls she had missed fiercely. A new king. The news, when she had recieved it, had shaken her to the core. But Zari had not travelled so far from her birthland and family to give up on her Knighthood and the people she had begun to regard as a second family. The Throne Room wasn't far away. Zari pushed it open gently, wincing when it creaked, then walked towards the throne, attempting to quell what felt like a bucketful of insects crawling around her stomach. The man sitting on the throne was not King Wolf. If it were King Wolf she were pledging her allegiance to, she wouldn't be having any trouble finding words. She bowed, then knelt, fumbling internally for something to say. "I, Zaria Vaiderayle ret Krahia mie Xenam, Crimson Knight, pledge my allegiance to the country of Dunburrow and the city of Palisade Falcorum. I swear fealty to you, King Kabe the First of Dunburrow, and to the kingdom you represent." She paused breifly before delivering one final sentence: "And I swear on my honour and my title as the Blood Knight to protect and serve the people of Dunburrow as if they were kin to me, with my blood running through their veins." Zari reached into the pouch on her belt and withdrew a scroll, slightly weathered, covered in her messy scrawl and reached out to hand it to the King, thankful that her nervousness did not show. Name: Zaria Vaiderayle ret Krahia mie Xenam (Usually just "ret Xenam", birth name Ailura Vaiderayle)
Title, if applicable: Crimson/Blood Knight.
Appearance: Tall and lanky, approx. 18,952 years old (appears to now be aging at a human rate- around 19 or 20) with wavy brown hair, olive skin, and amber eyes. Sports red wings with black membranes.
History: She doesn't like talking about it, but she was raised as a member of a Fae noble family but ran away aged 15 in their years to become a knight, concealing her identity and species- which, after being discovered three times, she stopped keeping secret. Before joining the Knights of Dunburrow she was a Cityguard, a member of the Xenami lawkeeping force.
Weapon of Choice: Primarily her magic (Mainly fire and shadow with the occasional earth spell thrown in there) and her empathy (the ability to read and sometimes control others emotions) but is comfortable with a longsword and throwing knives.
Interests: Studying magic, studying forms of martial arts, studying local legends, reading, doodling, sparring, flying, talking with her fellow knights, and in general finding stuff out.
Special Abilities: Empathy, flying, high pain tolerance.
Colour of Choice: Crimson?
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Post by Jason on Jul 17, 2009 16:55:21 GMT -5
A male knelt his head before the King. Trailing his fingers through his hair, he let it fall over his head. "King Kabe, I, Jason, come to you to swear my alligance to you. I will lend you my services whenever you are in need of them," he remarked with a bow. Name: Jason Title, if applicable: the Star Keeper Appearance: He has slightly pale skin and light, brown eyes. Back hair tends to fall as low as to the top of his neck. He tends to wear his signature midnight blue, almost black, armor in battle. When not ingaged in battle, he tends to be fund wearing a pair of blue jeans and an ocena blue shirt covered by a dark, midnight blue jacket. History: Jason was trained along with his brothers in different arts. From a young age he was taught sword fighting in hopes that he would get into the mages guild. It was only recently that he joined the guild. Weapon of choice: His signature weapon is the 'Sword of Shadows', a sword that is black on one side and purple on the other. Interests: Swordfighting and drawing. Special abilities/other: He tends to use water magic when not using hand-to-hand combact or sword-fighting. Color of choice: Midnight Blue
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2009 5:46:44 GMT -5
Seriously, am I in the right place? How embarrassing if I'm not XD Yep, you're in the right place. :D I'll add you to the roster for now, so no one claims your color unintentionally, but I won't have time to get to appointing you a title until after I return home in August. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the Knights Guild and our wonderful members.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2009 4:30:53 GMT -5
((I did practically nothing before going inactive... I'll be keeping the same character, probably with a few minor changes or something of the sort. I'm not going to say I know enough Spanish to write in it even semi-fluently, so <<>> will mark that. I might use a phrase or two, I dunno.)) Enter, walk, kneel, speak. Be sure to be respectful in word and manner, watch carefully to learn more, always have a hand ready for a sword. Thoughts like this ran through Ro's mind as she stood to the side of the open doors to the throne room, and she passed her fingers over the clawed crossguard of her sword with closed eyes and steady breath. It was rare sight to see her in full armor, with even a silver-edged helmet held at her side, but though she much preferred a lighter outfit she was going to show herself as best prepared as she could be. And so I go.She walked quietly into the hall, the light clink of armor echoing faintly in the large room, and bowed and knelt before the throne at the other wall. Looking up to the king with eyes that shifted as the ocean's waters did, she spoke. "I, Rosa Carajentas, swear by heart and blade to abide by the Code of Chivalry and uphold this kingdom and its people, its land, its guardians and its King." From her belt, beside her sword, she pulled out a scroll and held it out. "I swear fealty to King Kabe the First, through whatever may and will happen, until my sword lays fallen on the battlefield and I can stand no more." Name: Rosa (Ro) Carajentas
Title, if applicable: Official (?) - The Eternal Flame; Unofficial - Firebreaker, Hawk
Appearance: About 5' 6", 5' 7". Hair is a bright orange bordering on crossing into red and tightly waved, usually pulled back and clipped behind her head. She's of a medium build and has moderately dark skin (what most would say is tanned in the darker range), as well as sharp blue eyes that are usually slightly narrowed in her general mood of surliness. A lot of people say that her eyes have the color of the sea reflected in their irises, which are a bright cerulean blue tinted with greens when she's happy (relatively-speaking), and a stormier, darker blue-grey when furious.
History: From a noble family in Tirann (a country), with a cousin from Astaeri and a brother named Calvin who almost ran their family into the ground with excessive gambling. (His wife keeps an eye on him and the estate now, with Ro gone). Ro fought often with her brother and her cousin, but decided when she was young to focus that on getting knighted instead. After lying about her age and both demanding and passing the page's test, she became a squire, and then a knight at the age of 16. After fighting in a war between the rival countries Tirann and Astaeri, she left with her cousin and wandered for a bit, eventually splitting and finding her way here.)
Weapon of choice: Light sword, barely beyond the length for a short sword (about 2 feet for the blade). The blade is silver in color and especially made to be both light and sharp, with a groove down the middle that has symbols in Ancient carved in it ("Courage, Flight, Swiftness, Sharpness, Hawk"). The pommel has two small rubies, one on each side, and both hilt and crossguard are golden in color (though definitely made out of a stronger and less-costly material than gold). The hilt is wire-wrapped, and the crossguard comes out and curves up sharply in a claw-like manner. The crossguard can aid in 'catching' a sword's blade if done right.
Interests: Sword fighting and not much else. She has an interest in sailing and riding, and a little in intelligence gathering (so far as knowing everything that's going on).
Special abilities/other: Not special abilities, but Ro is moderately good with a bow and arrows, as well as hand to hand. She can also wield heavier/longer swords in a pinch. However, she's definitely, by far, best with her usual sword than any other weapon.
Personality: Surly and pretty quiet even when angry (although it's pretty obvious when she is), but loyal. However, she balances that with rationality--i.e., she won't stupidly defend a person when that person has changed to contradict what she stands for. In that way, she could be called disloyal as well, though she maintains that she is loyal to her principles more than to particular people.
Color of choice: Amaranth
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Post by be2aware on Nov 1, 2009 15:36:31 GMT -5
Leander walked out of the royal hallways, gazing in admiration at the knights around him. There had been a brief period of time in which he had believed he was fit to be one, a guardian of fading values. But just a few brief moments in this castle had told him he was not meant for this life. The Emerald Knight was no more.
He approached the throne, kneeling despite his disaffiliation. "You lead these knights as well as anyone could. You have the skills to command an army, and encourage the morals needed to be a truly good person. Let the next person to take Emerald as their colors be better fit to follow you."
Leander had no need to look the king in the face. He turned and walked out of the castle, never to return.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2009 23:48:07 GMT -5
Name: Shino Shizuoka Title: The First to Rise, Water Dragon (Second Twin Dragon) Appearance: A 21 year old with pale skin, a slender build, and piercing crystal blue eyes. He has silver-white, shaggy, and shoulder-length hair that's always in an organized mess; he also sports a soul patch. His usual wear is a white, intricately-embroidered robe, which has a hood attached to it, enabling him to conceil his features. He also wears white trousers, a grey belt, and the tip of a dragon's claw on a silver chain around his neck. Shino has an “x” shaped scar on the left cheek of his face. Both of Shino's ears are pierced with steel rings. History: Shino's parents both died soon after his birth and was so raised in the Castle Kestrel by nobility. He became a knight due to a favor for his father, who was also a knight once. But he came into his own by his strengths of strategy, fierce combat, and a kind heart to commoners. His dragon-mail undershirt and his blue dragon spear Aoi were given to him on a quest by a Silver Dragon. Weapon of choice: His sword Broken Foe, a beautiful crystal-like shield, Aoi, and an ivory bow with steel arrows Interests: A passionate knight, Shino cares for the people of the villages just as much as the lords and ladies he lives with. He believes he is no better than they are. He enjoys a compelling game of chess and a spar on occasion in more peaceful times. Special abilities/other: He has only two special abilities. First, he can become invisible from all senses, detectors, and seeking magic. His other ability is the power to persuade, but it is unrefined and therefore not entirely effective. He is also a Master Mage of Water Magic Color of choice: White Daylight shone brightly over the man gazing across the endless valleys and rivers below the precipice that he hung his legs over. He closed his eyes but for a moment as the wind whipped across his face with a graceful remiss. There was a scent of evergreen that soon combined with the smells already lingering in the air and steadily caressing the man's senses. Opening his eyes once again he smiled a joyous smile that seemed to lift his spirit even higher than the cliff he sat on.
This place...a place that he had once vowed to defend til the breath was gone from his very body, was forevemore a rapture in either war or peace. He was affirmed that as long as one knight stood among all that this world had to offer in the ways of evil and darkness, there would never be a hope that was completely extinguised. And not one knight alive could give up on such a place as this. This land was home.
A home that continued to bless him with a brotherhood of other knights he well respected and admired in ever aspect of their lives. He knew that any grudge could easily be remedied in this sort of fellowship and any sort of grievance would quickly subside in the light of love that each knight had for the other. There was n'er a word that was not upholding of one of the most important statutes that each mand and woman should uphold...Truth. He had always held that as fundamental throughout any sort of knightly training be it sparring, a goodwill council, or a bargain struck with questionable beings.
"Yes...", Shino said aloud, "I will always hold onto this land of mine with every beat of my heart. A swore an oath as good in blood as in ink that I would never turn my back on these green pastures and stone walls." No matter what he wound want, he put his king and country, as well as it's people, first and foremost. "I'm here to stand for justice, valour, and an honest living in service once again..." he rose to his feet and faced the sun on the horizon with an adamant posture about him. Then he bowed toward the sun and spoke these words:
"I am the White Knight and I will never forsake my home."
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Post by M is for Morphine on Jan 27, 2010 17:58:22 GMT -5
A young woman stood before the closed door to King Kabe's chamber, waiting for the summon to come inside. Nervous energy drove her back and forth across the stone floor, pacing to and fro aimlessly. How much longer would she have to wait? Not long. A herald announced her name to the court, and the door swung slowly open. She quickly smoothed down her frazzled blond hair and stepped inside. The King looked stately in his regal dress. He was exactly how she imagined a king should look. Courtiers filled the hall, wearing all manner of fine furs and cloth. Riches dripped from every finger, from the pommel of every sword, even from the tapestries on the walls. Or so it seemed, to this girl from a poor province on the borders of the kingdom. She quickly looked down (in what she hoped looked like a humble gesture of supplication) to hide the blush rising to her cheeks. She must look like a kitchen maid to this crowd! When, finally, she was right before the throne, she bowed deeply and presented the scroll proclaiming her allegiance. "I, Ellsa Greynape, swear to uphold the code of chivalry. My axe, my heart, I pledge these both to you." Concentrating with all her might to keep her hands from shaking, she handed the scroll to the king. Name: Ellsa Greynape
Title, if applicable: The Harvest Moon
Appearance: She's a pale young woman, with very lightly colored blonde hair. Her eyes are a muddy brown. She is short and heavily built, with wide shoulders that give her a mannish appearance. She is dressed in a light blue kirtle, which laces up the front with a darker blue cord. Under this is an unbleached linen chemise, a cream colored garment with long sleeves. A large hole is cut in the back of this ensemble. Threaded carefully through that hole is a massive pink rat tail, with a big bow tied around the base.
History: Ellsa was once a comely example of a female ratling (humanoid rat), until she spurned a suitor who asked for her hand in marriage. Outraged, he hired a witch to curse her for her arrogance. Beautiful silver fur fell from her like melting wax. Her ears, once dainty saucers, became shriveled little bean-like things. She had been turned into a human! Only her lovely, thick tail remained, having been protected by one of her amulets. She decided to come to the court of King Kabe, where she could offer her services and spare her family the embarrassment and scandal of having her around in such a state.
Weapon of choice: The Grain Wolf, a poleaxe handed down through her family as an heirloom.
Interests: Growing plants, horsemanship, and her upcoming initiation into the mystery cult popular in her homeland.
Special abilities/other: She is specialist in mounted combat. Also, she knows how to fashion a number of protective amulets.
Color of choice: flaxen
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Post by Rikku on Feb 3, 2010 2:46:42 GMT -5
Funny how the sun always seemed to shine brightest when you were faced with the prospect of losing it. “It isn't captivity,” Burns said to the doors. They were big, imposing doors, which didn’t help. “Really. You wish to help people? So help people. Cease being a coward and do it.” He took a deep breath, gave an easy smile and strode through, trying to seem at once both confident and respectful. It was hard to do, and he actually tripped as he climbed up the stairs into the castle. Him, the Grey Blade, tripping on a stair. He really was twitchy. Doubly so when he finally found himself outside the throne room. He took a deep breath, and then another to keep it company, and then another, just in case the first two happened to be lonesome. Once he’d been standing there for a good five minutes, he told himself this was ridiculous, shot an apologetic smile at a courtier and entered. Normally the advice for this sort of situation would be ‘be yourself’, but that wouldn’t be the best of ideas in this case. There was the king, majestic and imposing. Burns bowed low, then shook his head irritably and knelt on one knee instead. “My name is Bartholomew Burns, Your Highness,” he said, staring fixedly at the king’s boots. “I used to be a thief. I had … a change of heart. I want to help people. I never want to see innocent people hurt again. I vow … to uphold the Code of Chivalry. I swear by the light of the sun and the stars, by the touch of the wind, by all I hold dear, to protect the defenceless and weak, to give to those who need it, to prize honesty and integrity as precious jewels, to nary stray from the path of those who uphold righteousness.” As he spoke, his bass rumble of a voice grew more confident, and he lifted his head so his eyes met the king’s. He finished with, “I swear loyalty to the realm of Dunburrow, and to you, its King.” Oaths finished, he ducked his head again. “Nothing would please me more than the honour of being squired to one of your fine Knights.” He pulled a scroll from his tunic and laid it at his king’s feet. Name: Bartholomew Burns
Appearance: Forty-five. Fairly tall. Deep-chested. Lean and muscular. Short brown hair. Honest face. Wears nondescript clothes – boots, belt, pants and a tunic, usually, normally in shades of brown, cream, green and grey. His right eye is greenish-grey; his left eye is greyish-green. Wears fingerless leather gloves, which conveniently hide the ‘T’ brand on his right hand. Doesn’t wear armour.
History: Formerly a thief under the name ‘The Grey Blade’, with a reputation for stealing quickly and efficiently, never being caught, seldom being seen. A year or so ago he was on a thiefing jaunt with his partner in crime, a man by the name of Strike. Strike was lightly wounded, and vengefully set alight to the house of their mark, a magistrate. The magistrate died, along with his wife and ten-year-old daughter. The horror of seeing three people burn to death shook Burns out of his tendency to romanticise his profession, and, somewhat ironically, gave him a terror of fire. He decided that he couldn’t stand by and let people get hurt, not ever again.
His father died a long time ago, but his mother and brother are still alive. Burns doesn’t feel all that close to them, or indeed anyone, but they get along fairly well, and he visits sometimes.
Weapon of choice: Short, light arming sword
Interests: Burns likes talking to people, and will sometimes talk to animals or inanimate objects if he’s feeling talkative and there are no people around. I intend for him to, at some point, learn the cittern. Beyond that, he’s willing to try most things.
Special abilities/other: Quick, though not as quick as he used to be. Good at swimming and running. Can handle a bow, somewhat. He’s left handed, but he prefers to wield his sword with his right hand in case he needs an advantage later on.
Colour of choice: Verdigris
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