The Knights of Ancarth - The Corrupted [OOC]

[Garinovitch]

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Thy kingdom has a place,
Deep among my soul,
Where no eyes may surmise
What demons we may hold.

For there we may never retreat,
Whenever danger is near,
The realm of man,
shall know no fear.

For we stand at the brink of destruction,
With our heads held high,
In the eyes of The Corrupted,
We shall not die.

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Teaser/Prologue


"Don't go, please."

The damn words tentatively repeated in the Prince's mind over and over again, synchronized with the orchestrated marching of steel boots across the beautiful trail of snow behind him. The Prince couldn't focus on the mission, his mind was constantly trailing off to better times, times absent of death, darkness and destruction. The Prince, born into an era of military glory and warfare, sought only humility and peace. The Prince removed a small locket in the shape of a heart from his pocket, along with a gorgeous ornate ring, glaring at the trinkets in the sun's immaculate rays.

"Is something wrong?" Reginalt inquired.

Reginalt was a young, loyal and intelligent man along with being one of the Prince's childhood friends. The Prince shared a deep connection with his close friend, and decided to let him in on a secret he had been holding in his heart for some time.

"I-I was supposed to propose to her before we went out on this mission..." The Prince whispered, as to not let rumors spread among his comrades.

Reginalt grinned, "Hah! You hear that everyone?! Our Prince is going to become a King-"

Before the young Knight could finish his sentence, the bolt of a crossbow struck Reginalt in the chest, piercing the lamented plates of his chest plate and throwing the Knight into the snow. Moments later, the horn of the Undead Legions blew their furious war songs as hundreds of the damned charged out from the forest. The Knights turned their formation to face the enemy, tightening their formation with weapons brandished high.

"Knights! Protect your Prince!" A Knight beckoned.

The Prince pointed his blade towards the enemy, "Missiles!"

A mixed barrage of concentrated gunfire and volleys of arrows were let loose from the Knights, their projectiles thinning down the ranks of the approaching Undead horde. Despite the deadly accuracy of the Knights, it was apparent that their enemy far outnumbered them, as a nearly infinite number of Undead poured from the treelines and out onto the snow. Letting loose their own volleys, the Undead Skirmishers proceeded to pick off some of the Knights in return. It wasn't long before the legions of the damned were mere breaths away from the Knights...

"Knights! Draw blades!"

The Knights hastily drew an assorted array of melee weapons, from blades to pikes and other weapons, the Knights braced themselves, their hearts steeled with the force of a thousand men.

"For Ancarth!"

The Knights, with the most furious battle cries of man, charged head first into the endless Undead ranks, hopelessly outnumbered and unprepared, the Knights fought with rigid force, each Knight cutting down entire droves of the Undead. However, the result of the battle would be simply inevitable given the forces and resources at their disposal. The Knights were soon divided, surrounded, and one by one the Undead struck the battle-hardened Knights into the ground. It wasn't long before the once beautiful snow was soon stained with the blood of man and the damned alike, and riddled with their corpses aswell. Reginalt, rising from the endless corpses of the dead, fumbled half-dead to his Prince, the bolt firmly in his chest still protruding from his armor and gushing out blood. The wounded Knight stared down upon the last and final heir to Ancarth, the only hope that the Knights had left had now been slain and his body lay quiet in the endless snow. Reginalt removed the small, heart shaped locket from his beloved Prince, and fumbled with its primitive lock until it sprung open, revealing the picture of a young child. The Knight stared down upon the picture that lay within the heart-shaped locket and smiled.

For there was still hope...

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Synopsis

Nearly twelve generations ago, a Kingdom of Light arose in a time of tyranny and malicious destruction. When the unending forces of Satan entered the mortal realm in a time of internal strife, humanity fought hopelessly to the near brink of extinction. When all seemed lost, when the final kingdom of man, Ancarth, had fallen under endless siege, Ecclan, the Ancarthian God of War sent ten Holy Archangels into the realm of man.

Under the command of these ten Archangels, the forces of Satan were beaten back and driven back into the abyss. The Angels, who had been in the mortal realm for far too long, began to feel the emotions of mortal life. Revered as champions of humanity, demigods and lords among men, they pleaded for their patron god to allow them life among man. Their wish was granted.

The Kingdom Ancarth, under the protection of the ten Archangels, soon became the medieval golden age and stalwart defender of man. Destroying any forces of Satan that existed in the realm of man. However, with mortality and emotion of the Archangels seeping into their once-divine hearts. They were soon corrupted and eventually sought to completely destroy both the forces of heaven and hell and establish their own immortal kingdom.

Leading an endless legion of divine paladin-knights known as the Knights of Ancarth into the weakened realm of Hell, the Archangels and the Knights of Ancarth banished Satan from his immortal throne. However, the powers of Hell were far too much to bear for the corrupted Archangels. Soon they turned against their divine knights, who believed that they were fighting in the name of God. Prince Ancarth the Fifth, heir to the throne of Ancarth, ordered his men against the Archangels.

The Knights of Ancarth, confused by their allegiances, took sides. Half of them denouncing their gods in favor of the Fallen Archangels, their saviors, the other half siding with their Prince and their loyalties to their God. A major battle that would decide the fate of the mortal realm took place in the steppes of Hell upon the empty throne of Satan himself.

The Prince's loyal knights were soon overwhelmed and slaughtered by the forces of the Angels gone mad. The Prince, barely escaping with his life, retreated out of the gates of hell, and sealed the gates using the Royal Blade of Ancarth, forever trapping the fallen Knights and their Legion within the realm of Satan. Knowing full well that the magic seal would one day unleash the forces of darkness once again into the realm of man in twelve generations.

It wasn't long before Satan found the corrupted warriors in his domain weakened. Trapped in Hell and their strength limited, Satan's endless forces soon ensnared what humanity was left in both the fallen Knights and Archangels, forcing their service as his minions for generations to come...

Prince Ancarth the Fifth, fearing the return of Satan's forces and the Archangels, appealed to the heavens once more like his father before him. The Gods, themselves fearful of the return of the Archangels in the hands of Satan, granted select families magical ability. The Kingdom reached out for every person who had received this gift, and enlisted them into the new Knights of Ancarth.

And for twelve generations, the new Knights trained in the powers of magic. Even after the Kingdom of Ancarth fell, the Industrial Revolution,eEven after man had discovered nuclear arms and how to travel into space, The Knights of Ancarth continued to train in secret. The Knights quietly grew in number. Twelve generations later, their time had finally come...

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"Your Role"

The Knights of Ancarth are a vast circle of Knights that have been tasked with the defense and preservation of the human race. Gifted by the gods with the powers of Magistra, they are the only ones capable of protecting humanity from the forces of Hell itself. In this roleplay, you play as a Knight from one of the respected four Orders of Ancarth. Each Order is a circle of Knights that have specialized in different areas of Magistra and reflect the personalities of different individual characters. As a Knight of Ancarth, you serve what has become and empty throne, and the Knightly Order has fallen into disarray. With no legitimate ruler to claim the throne, the Knights of Ancarth follow the Circlet, which is an assembly of the ten most powerful Knights in the human realm.

Expect to take on dangerous, fantasy-modern quests that will have a large series of twists and turns that will keep the story interesting and a well-developed plot that will keep players immersed...

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Character Sheets!

Basic Information

Name: Character name.
Order: See the "Order List" for details
Apply for Circlet? YES or NO. Submitting with "YES" Does not guarantee you with a spot on the Circlet. Only a few positions will be given out and they will be given out to the more interesting and creative characters.
Gender: Your character's gender.
Age: Knights live a standard human's life time, unless otherwise modified. Child and teenage proteges are very much possible, as combat skill is generally defined by the powers in your blood rather than actual skill.
Appearance: Pictures are fine, however a written description should follow. How does your character look when operating in public?
Biography: There isn't a whole lot to work with as alot of information still hasn't been released. Still, if you want to fill this out with something at the moment, go ahead.
Personality: Is your character the silent, lone ranger type or quite the jester?

Combat Information

Companion Type: The 'Companion' is a special weapon tailored to your character that may manifest itself in a multitude of different forms, fill out what weapon type your Companion resembles, is it a two-handed broadsword or a pike? Perhaps a crossbow?

Companion Name: Most Knights of Ancarth name their weapons. If you are against naming your Companion, feel free to not do so.

Companion Special Abilities: Most 'Companion' weapons are not merely augmentations for a Knight, but rather have their own special abilities that can be utilized by its user. Does your blade shoot lightning? Channel firebolts? Use your imagination here. Not all Companion weapons have special abilities, however.

Knight Magistra: A Knight's Magistra is their connection to the gods and the source of their power. Every knight's Magistra is different and appears in different forms. Some receive clearly defined abilities such as control over certain elements, others may simply have super human speed. Some Knights may display zero Magistra at all, and instead channel their power into their Companion Weapon.

Order Magistra: Not all powers are born with, some techniques and abilities can be learned by disciplined training. Belonging to certain Orders of Knights will grant you access to their secret cache's of power that may be wielded by their members.

Example:

Basic Information

Name: Reginalt the Silent
Order: Order of Ecclesia
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, Assumed approximately 38~ years old.
Appearance:



Donning an ancient relic set of Light Elven armor from thousands of years ago, Reginalt the Silent has a dark, mysterious appearance about him, despite being a member of the Ecclesian Knights. It is unknown to his fellow Knights what his true face looks like, and nobody has dare asked. Scratched in several places of his armor are the insignia of the Ecclesian Order.

Biography: Reginalt the Silent is a feared Knight within the Order of Ancarth. Renowned demon slayer known for his prowess in battle, he had been a member of the Order of Ecclesia his entire life. He is the Second Knight on the Circlet of Ancarth, officially making him the second strongest man in the entire world. His mere appearance into the Circlet came as a shock to his fellow Knights, he was a veteran Knight for many years, but never showed interest in politics or in staking a claim as a member of the Circlet.

Those who have worked with him before mentioned that he mysteriously vanished on a mission one day, presumed dead, to their surprise, he one day returned to the Ecclesian monastery wounded and near death. Carrying an ancient artifact which he dared not to show his comrades. Two days later, still half-dead from his mission, he confidently challenged and defeated every single member of the Circlet one by one until he finally collapsed of exhaustion.

A few months later, a young Knight by the name of Serah barely defeated the tenth member of the Circlet, and became the tenth seated Knight in the Circlet. Reginalt took a fashion for this new Knight, and is commonly found acting mysteriously as her bodyguard and big brother.

Personality: Reginalt, as evidenced by his given title, is the paradigm and manifestation of silence and mystery himself. He holds a fearful aura about him that makes his fellow Knights question his intentions greatly. Reginalt has never sought malice on his few comrades, and has completed any mission assigned to him with utmost loyalty. It is believed he has a romantic affair with the tenth Knight of the Circlet, Serah, however this is laughed upon by those who know anything about him.

Combat Information

Companion Type:
Single Shot, 12.7x108 Custom Rifle named Pride
35 Inch Straight Sword named Prejudice

Companion Name(s): Pride (Rifle) and Prejudice (Blade) respectfully

Companion Special Abilities:
Pride is a custom built, Single Shot rifle chambering a 12.7x108 (.511 Cal) Soviet Anti Aircraft cartridge. Pride has no special abilities that makes it unique, other than the fact that it would be impossible to fire by most humans given the small design and massive cartridge. Reginalt is capable of accurately firing the rifle under his shoulder without effort. The Ecclesian Holy Seal technique has been used on every cartridge, giving the rounds explosive properties on contact.

Prejudice is a 35 inch Straight Sword with a very homely and unimpressive, however practical, design. Reginalt is capable of wielding this blade with lightning speed, and has displayed his ability to etch the markings of the Holy Seal on his targets faster than some Knights of Praetor can even draw their blades. Knights of Praetor are the only ones capable of keeping up with the lightning speed he wields this blade. Many of his victims never even saw him draw his blade before their throats were slashed into two.

Knight Magistra: Reginalt has only displayed small use of Magistra. He places alot of faith in the basic Holy Seal ability of the Ecclesian Order. He has however, been rumored to be able manipulate light around him, and some wonder if his super-human speed is merely an illusion, a reflection of light where your eyes don't show him draw his weapon until your throat has been slit and his arm has been returned to its original position.

Order Magistra: Reginalt displays great use of the Ecclesian Order's Holy Seal, blessing his companion rifle, Pride, with it's mark on every cartridge. He has also memorized the complex inscription so well, that he can etch it on the target with the tip of his blade before many can even react.

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The Orders of The Knights of Ancarth

Royal Order of Ancarth - The Royal Line
Order of The Lionell - The Battlemages
Order of Drenoth - The Wielders of Darkness
Order of Ecclesia - The Followers of Light
Order of Praetor - The Grandmasters of Arms

It is according to legend that only a true heir to the Ancarthian throne would be able to once again banish for forces of hell back into the abyss and defeat the former ten archangels. Because of this, the line of the Ancarthian throne has been under close documentation for many generations. The Order of Ancarth is the assembly of the few remaining that share this bloodline, along with the auxiliary members who train and raise the last heirs to the throne. Generally, the King who sits atop the throne of Ancarth is both the Grandmaster of the Order of Ancarth and all other Orders, however, with this seat vacant, the remaining Orders are left to administrate themselves. This Order is restricted.

Special Ability: Legend says that the family of Ancarth will be able to once again seal the gates of Hell from the mortal realm and defeat the Archangels that betrayed humanity, however this is unconfirmed and there are no techniques of the Royal Order that justify this claim.

Sir Lionell was a master Battle-Mage in the first incarnation of the Knights of Ancarth. Lionell was a master magician, and was the only mortal in the realm of man capable of controlling Magistra prior to the gods granting the gift to the Knights. The Legendary Knight, Lionell was slain by the Lord Archangel, Kassus, after a bloody duel between man and demigod. The Order of The Lionell was founded in his name after the powers of the Magistra were bestowed upon man. The Lionell prides itself in elemental manipulation, harnessing elements such as Fire, Lightning, Water and other elements to destroy the foes of God.

Special Ability: Conjuration
The Order of The Lionell can use their life force to conjure any item that exists in the mortal realm. This comes at a price however, as the larger and more rare an object is, the more life force that is drained from the user.

Sometimes, to defeat your enemy, you must learn them inside and out. The Order of Drenoth is the light in the darkness, they are the masters of Dark Magistra. Known for their cunning, careerism and general disdain for everything the Knights stand for, the Order of Drenoth walks a close line between Heresy and Loyalty. However, it is a misconception that because they are obsessed with Dark Magistra, that they are easily corruptible. This is not true, as the Order of Drenoth teaches their members complete immunity to dark magics. Out of all the Orders, the Order of Drenoth may be the least likely to fall to the whispers of Satan.

Special Ability: Demonize
Members of the Order of Drenoth are taught the forbidden technique of Demonization. When this ability is channeled, they reach down into their minds and amplify the smallest touch of hatred in their veins and use their Magistra sub-conciously to transform themselves into terrifying demons that mirror Satan's elite; the Darkriders. Drenoth Knights must be careful with this technique, as its closeness to Satan can cause death if used improperly. It should be used only in life or death situations. Mortally wounding a Drenoth Knight will force them into this phase before they die, however killing one outright will not.

Ecclesians are the Paladin-Knights and the original Order following the Royal Order. Formerly, all Knights belonged to this Order in the first war. The Ecclesian Knights place their faith in God, receiving Light-based powers that allow them to either heal or condemn depending on their wishes. The Ecclesians are renowned for having some of the strongest Knights in their ranks, commonly holding the majority of the seats in the Circlet, or the ten most powerful Knights in the realm of man. The Ecclesian Knights are also the most numerous, and the image of the Chivalric Knight casts down from this line. Ecclesians denounce concepts such as humor, unfair battle and emotion.

Special Ability: Holy Seal
All Ecclesian Knights are capable of the Holy Seal, an ability that can either destroy or heal. The strength of the Seal depends on the user, from weak seals only capable of healing minor injury to complete resurrection in some cases. The Seal can also be used to destroy enemies, when applied, it can cause minor burns to complete vaporization. Every use drains the life of the Ecclesian Knight, to completely resurrect someone who is deceased, the target can only be dead for sixty seconds, and the Ecclesian must give up his or her life for the restoration to occur. The Ecclesian Knights may use this seal to break bones or cause burns, but if they wish to risk their life, can attempt to completely obliterate a target with the touch of their finger. This action is not recommended as killing a foe much stronger than them with this ability will only end in suicide without profit.

Masters of the weapon, the Order of Praetor are the least iconic of the Knightly Orders. The Order of Praetor may seem like the standard soldier at first, until they draw their blades and strike out at super-human speeds. The Order of Praetor place heavy reliance on weapons rather than Magistra, instead using super-human speed, strength, and mastery of their weapons to slay their enemies. They are the youngest order, but also one of the most skilled in combat. Knights of Praetor are calm, collected and fight with a variety of unorthodox styles that sometimes confuse even other Knights.

Special Ability: Death Lotus
Apart from mere super-human speeds, strength and weapon mastery, the Order of Praetor are also capable of the special technique known as the Death Lotus. If someone they are watching is supposed to die within their field of view, they will see a representation of the death moments before it happens. Many times Knights of Praetor have foreseen the deaths of their comrades and prevented it mere seconds before they occur. The image occurs instantly within their mind and appears with red caricatures representing the victim and the killer. This ability cannot be used on themselves unless they can see a reflection of themselves at the exact moment they are destined to die.

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The Knights of Ancarth

Basic Information

Name: Reginalt the Silent
Order: Order of Ecclesia
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, Assumed approximately 38~ years old.
Appearance:



Donning an ancient relic set of Light Elven armor from thousands of years ago, Reginalt the Silent has a dark, mysterious appearance about him, despite being a member of the Ecclesian Knights. It is unknown to his fellow Knights what his true face looks like, and nobody has dare asked. Scratched in several places of his armor are the insignia of the Ecclesian Order.

Biography: Reginalt the Silent is a feared Knight within the Order of Ancarth. Renowned demon slayer known for his prowess in battle, he had been a member of the Order of Ecclesia his entire life. He is the Second Knight on the Circlet of Ancarth, officially making him the second strongest man in the entire world. His mere appearance into the Circlet came as a shock to his fellow Knights, he was a veteran Knight for many years, but never showed interest in politics or in staking a claim as a member of the Circlet.

Those who have worked with him before mentioned that he mysteriously vanished on a mission one day, presumed dead, to their surprise, he one day returned to the Ecclesian monastery wounded and near death. Carrying an ancient artifact which he dared not to show his comrades. Two days later, still half-dead from his mission, he confidently challenged and defeated every single member of the Circlet one by one until he finally collapsed of exhaustion.

A few months later, a young Knight by the name of Serah barely defeated the tenth member of the Circlet, and became the tenth seated Knight in the Circlet. Reginalt took a fashion for this new Knight, and is commonly found acting mysteriously as her bodyguard and big brother.

Personality: Reginalt, as evidenced by his given title, is the paradigm and manifestation of silence and mystery himself. He holds a fearful aura about him that makes his fellow Knights question his intentions greatly. Reginalt has never sought malice on his few comrades, and has completed any mission assigned to him with utmost loyalty. It is believed he has a romantic affair with the tenth Knight of the Circlet, Serah, however this is laughed upon by those who know anything about him.

Combat Information

Companion Type:
Single Shot, 12.7x108 Custom Rifle named Pride
35 Inch Straight Sword named Prejudice

Companion Name(s): Pride (Rifle) and Prejudice (Blade) respectfully

Companion Special Abilities:
Pride is a custom built, Single Shot rifle chambering a 12.7x108 (.511 Cal) Soviet Anti Aircraft cartridge. Pride has no special abilities that makes it unique, other than the fact that it would be impossible to fire by most humans given the small design and massive cartridge. Reginalt is capable of accurately firing the rifle under his shoulder without effort. The Ecclesian Holy Seal technique has been used on every cartridge, giving the rounds explosive properties on contact.

Prejudice is a 35 inch Straight Sword with a very homely and unimpressive, however practical, design. Reginalt is capable of wielding this blade with lightning speed, and has displayed his ability to etch the markings of the Holy Seal on his targets faster than some Knights of Praetor can even draw their blades. Knights of Praetor are the only ones capable of keeping up with the lightning speed he wields this blade. Many of his victims never even saw him draw his blade before their throats were slashed into two.

Knight Magistra: Reginalt has only displayed small use of Magistra. He places alot of faith in the basic Holy Seal ability of the Ecclesian Order. He has however, been rumored to be able manipulate light around him, and some wonder if his super-human speed is merely an illusion, a reflection of light where your eyes don't show him draw his weapon until your throat has been slit and his arm has been returned to its original position.

Order Magistra: Reginalt displays great use of the Ecclesian Order's Holy Seal, blessing his companion rifle, Pride, with it's mark on every cartridge. He has also memorized the complex inscription so well, that he can etch it on the target with the tip of his blade before many can even react.

Basic Information

Name: Vanessa Harrow
Order: Drenoth
Apply for Circlet: Yes. It is a goal that she has been seeking to obtain for quite some time.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: Vanessa is rather tomboyish in appearance. Her ivory locks do not cascade down her shoulders, but are instead short-cropped and rest just beneath her ears. However, they are still pristine and possess a luster that rivals that of runway models. When caught in the light, blonde highlights glimmer beneath her platinum strands. Vanessa's hair frames an oval-like face with strong, high cheekbones and a rather rugged jawline with an indentation in her chin. Piercing jade eyes rest below a light dusting of wispy eyebrows, and above an average nose. Her ruby red lips provide a pleasing contrast to her creamy, off-white skin and dull white, teeth.

Vanessa's smooth neck reveals an almost imperceptible larynx that produces a rich, alto voice. Her frame is lithe and petite, with narrow, bony shoulders leading down to toned arms that belie her strength. Her breasts are average in size; large enough to identify her as a female, but small enough as to go unnoticed. Her ribs are slightly visible if her clothing is removed, as is her toned stomach. Her less-than-shapely hips rest atop thin, muscular legs and diminutive size 6 feet. Vanessa stands at 5'6, and weighs approximately 120lb.

Vanessa dresses in all black leather armor from head to toe, including black leather gloves and combat boots. Underneath this armor, the knight wears a black tunic and black leggings. Her Drenoth insignia is stitched into the right shoulder of her armor and tunic, and is also tattooed in black ink on the bare skin of the same shoulder. While this leather armor provides more protection than no armor at all, it definitely pales in comparison to metal armor. However, this it allows Vanessa a much greater amount of stealth, speed, and flexibility, which are all necessary to her fighting style. Vanessa also keeps a normal wardrobe of jackets, jeans, T-shirts, and sneakers for when she needs to blend in among humans.

Biography: Vanessa was born on December 13 in 1992 into the Harrow bloodline of the Knights of Ancarth. This particular bloodline is one of the most renown families of the knights. They almost always have a member or two of their family in the Circlet. More importantly, they are known for having generations and generations of knights in the Order of Ecclesia, and also for their disdain of those within the Order of Drenoth.

From the time that she was small, Vanessa's mother began her training in the techniques and methods of Ecclesia. She taught her prayers, chants, and incantations. However, she could barely grasp even the most basic of them. Her mother still maintained hope that she would improve when her Magistra manifested itself.

One dark day, Vanessa was sitting alone in her room studying a tome of Angelic writings when she heard the whispers of a dark voice. She became dizzy, and felt a rush of energy release itself from a hidden area of her mind. Her mother walked in on her making shadow puppets on the wall...except she wasn't using a flashlight. In fact she wasn't moving at all. At first, her mother thought that she had developed Light Manipulation, one of the most revered Ecclesian Magistras.

When Vanessa's mother noticed her daughter's lack of movement, she was consumed by horror and disgust as realization slowly dawned on her. She seized Vanessa by the wrist and brutally whipped her. She locked her in a closet and left her there for days at a time. Time and time again, she would ask her to perform the prayers, and to exhibit some sort of Ecclesian Magistra; even one that hadn't been seen yet. Then, she would repeat the process until Vanessa was left broken and helpless.

Eventually, Vanessa's mother abandoned her on the doorstep of a well-known Drenoth household. The eccentric couple took her in and raised her as their own daughter. They could not believe their luck, as the wife of the household was infertile. They trained her in their arts, and allowed her to grow and flourish under their guidance. They took her to the Master of Arms, and her daggers were crafted for her and imbued with her magical energy in order to manifest their abilities.

Now, Vanessa serves as a Drenoth Knight, wandering her way through life and trying to fix what was broken inside of her.

(Note: I know this sucks, but I hate backstories, so please bear with me. XD If it is insufficient, please let me know and I'll add to it or take away from it. I'll probably edit it when the OOC comes out and I have more to work with/add to it.)

Personality: Vanessa is a tortured soul hiding behind a mask of cold indifference and professional efficiency. On the outside, the knight is cool, calm, and collected. She will not hesitate to provide a well-calculated rebuttal to anything that could be even remotely construed as hostility. Because of her abilities, she is left with a broad arsenal of personal weaponry to use against others. Vanessa does not do well in social situations, and mostly prefers to keep to herself. She does not readily volunteer any information about herself, and prefers to keep everyone at arm's length with biting remarks and outwardly exhibiting little care for their well-being.

Underneath this cold exterior, Vanessa is hurting. She was emotionally damaged by the harsh rejection she received from her family when they learned that she was destined for the order of Drenoth, and the verbal and physical abuse she experienced from them as well. She has many issues with her concept of self-worth, and often times entertains thoughts of suicide. The only aspect of herself that she sees as worthy of praise is her aptitude as a knight. That is why she trains incredibly hard and seeks to become a member of the Circlet.

Deep down, Vanessa is lonely and she is seeking someone who can gaze past the mask she wears and see who she is on the inside. She wants to experience love and friendship, but she is unable to let down her guard for fear of getting hurt. She needs someone to teach her how, someone she can open up to and share parts of herself with. Only then can she move past what her family has done to her. Once she opens up to someone and they gain her trust, she will be loyal to them without fault. However, if her trust is broken, it is virtually impossible to win back.

Despite her inner turmoil, Vanessa is able to find peace through a combination of nature and artistic ability. She is absolutely captivated by the beauty of nature. The babbling of a brook is like music to her ears, and the iridescence of the rising sun leaves her breathless. When the pressure of her own mind becomes too much, she simply finds a place laden with natural beauty, and either sketches, paints, or draws what she sees. Through this, she is able to reach a mental state of peace for a short while. This is why she detests urban areas, and is much more moody and volatile when in cities. She is not as controlled, and is even sharper with her words.

(Note: I will most likely be editing this over time as I flesh out more aspects of her personality and she grows throughout the story. This is the case with most of my characters. As you can imagine, it can become a big mess. XD)

Combat Information

Companion Type: Vanessa's companions are twin daggers. They are colored completely black, except for a silver etching of their names into the blade in Enochian (angelic) runes. (This is Vanessa's humorous display of irony...heheh.) The hilts of the daggers are six inches in length, and two inches in diameter. They also have a metal appendage protruding from the end of the hilt shaped into the form of the Drenoth insignia. There is also a slot right beneath this appendage that the other dagger may be inserted into. The guard is four inches wide, one inch in length, and two inches thick. It is simple and metallic. The actual blade is nine inches in length. Its width begins at three inches, but gradually narrows until it comes to a sharp point at the tip of the dagger. It is thin enough to slide between the ribs of a petite woman.

When the Drenoth insignia of both daggers are inserted into each others' slots, the hilts extend and grow, creating a double-bladed sword staff. All attributes of the weapon remain the same; the middle simply grows until the entire weapon is five feet tall.

Companion Name: When separate, the names of the daggers are "Folly" and "Hubris" respectively. However, when they are combined, they are called "Acumen".

Companion Special Abilities: The names of these weapons provide a subtle hint as to what their powers might be.

Folly: Folly reveals the shortcomings, errors, weaknesses, and negative aspect of a person, animal, object, etc. Vanessa need only have the weapon on her person and be in physical contact with what she is trying to analyze in order to glean this information. Only one object/person's folly can be held at one time, and is forgotten within thirty minutes. Vanessa can use these follies to her advantage. Folly has revealed a certain level of sentience with time, reveling in the weaknesses that it uncovers.

Hubris: Folly's sister blade is quite similar in nature. However, instead of revealing the "follies" of something or someone, Hubris reveals their strengths, successes, and the positive aspects of them. The method of operation is the same. Only one object/person's hubris can be held at one time, and is forgotten within thirty minutes. Vanessa can use their own "hubris", confidence, and strength to her advantage. Hubris has also developed a sentience much like folly. However, Hubris is the positive to Folly's negative, and enjoys learning about the good aspects of others.

Acumen: When combined, the twin daggers Hubris and Folly form the swordstaff Acumen. Acumen possesses the abilities of both blades, allowing it to provide Vanessa with a complete understanding of something. She will know it/them inside and out. Acumen has an internal memory, instantly recalling all aspects of the knowledge that it absorbs. Acumen is essentially an archive that Vanessa may call upon.

Vanessa can also transfer any bit of information to someone by touching them with one of Acumen's blades. It views the information with a neutral indifference in its sentience. Because of its vast amount of knowledge, Vanessa has difficulty controlling this weapon, and has to be careful not to be consumed by the constant pulse of knowledge. She is still training with it and learning how to sort and categorize everything. Unless Acumen is activated, Vanessa cannot access its memory.

Knight Magistra~Shadowmancy: Vanessa was blessed with a rare Magistra that she has named "Shadowmancy". Vanessa can manipulate and bend shadows and darkness to her will. She can use this ability in a variety of ways, from concealing herself to hardening shadows into solid entities for offensive and defensive techniques. Vanessa can also use her manipulation of shadows to create illusions by indirectly bending light using darkness. Darkness and light share an undeniable equilibrium, and Vanessa has simply made this connection. However, it is slightly more difficult and complex to create illusions with this technique, and thus is difficult for her to control at this time. Vanessa can even go so far as to manipulate the "shadows" inside of a person's mind, making their dark thoughts more prominent and malicious, causing nightmares, and bringing torturous revelations.

Order Magistra: Vanessa has learned the art of Demonization through her training as a member of the Order of Drenoth. The knight simply brings forth the memories of her abuse and rejection, and transfers this into a dark, boiling rage and hate. She transforms herself into a terrifying demon. Her platinum locks turn black as night, and her hair grows down to the middle of her back. The sclera of her eyes turn black, and her iris turns blue. She has no pupal. Her skin turns a ghastly gray shade, she grows fangs and clawed hands and feet, and black bat wings sprout from her back. Her Shadowmancy becomes much more potent, and allows her to create semi-sentient shadow entities to battle for her. Vanessa can only hold this transformation for ten minutes at most, and it leaves her completely drained and exhausted until she has rested. It is a last resort weapon.

Basic Information

Name: Fey O'Conner
Order: Praetor
Gender: Female
Age: 23


Appearance:

A pale girl, with bright red hair. Large green eyes, and plenty of freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders. Her figure is scrawny and boyish. Dark circles rest under her eyes due to her insomnia. She prefers to take on a tough girl appearance, with plenty of piercings. She does not wear the symbol of her order on her clothing. Instead it is inked into her skin. The symbol of the order rests on her breast. All over other parts of her body Ravens varying in design are tattooed. Her style is usually tanks, stretch skinnies, and very large combat boots that are often only tied partway. Her battle armor is thin and flexible, allowing her maximum movement with as much protection as she feels necessary.

Biography: She was born from death. A life had to be given in order for her own to be gained. Her mother was unable to bear children. She prayed endlessly to the goddess of fertility with no answer. Finally she found her way to ancient magics. Morrigan, goddess of Life and Death, answered her prayers with a dream. She must kill another living being in order to conceive. Trade a soul for a soul.

There was a young man who went sigh seeing in Ireland. He was pale, with black hair and ruddy good looks. Mother was smitten. He would do nicely. And so the woman seduced him. Many times they had intercourse. And when the last day came, the man was killed. Nine months later little Fey was born. Her mother brought her up to worship Morrigan. 'Thank the Lady for your life. If it were not for her you would not be born.' The little girl did not quite understand, but she loved her patron goddess. A woman who could kill and seduce men. She dreamed of being just like that.

From about the age of three she had strange dreams. All around her people she knew, people she didn't know. She saw their deaths. She felt the moment a blade entered their stomach, a bullet pierced their spines, or they fell from buildings. She often did not sleep, so as to stay away from those scary things. Fey became very proficient at a young age with video games.

Even at a young age Fey was a space-case. She did not do well in any school subject except for gym. It did not require much thought and she enjoyed physical activity.

At the age of ten her mother took her own life to join Morrigan. Fey came in upon her, bloody in the bathtub. "Baby girl," she had whispered, "Know I love you, but I must go. Morrigan calls me to atone for our agreement." And with that her mother had gone.

She had no one left in the world. The cool green of Ireland and Morrigan were her only comforts. As she sat at her mother's funeral she was approached by a woman. Tall, slender white, and beautiful. She knelt down in front of Fey. "I am your Father's sister. Special blood runs deep through your veins." At this point Fey spaced out, beginning to wonder what it would be like to sit at Morrigan's side. "What do you say?" Fey blinked and then nodded, no idea what she was agreeing to.

And then she was off to some mysterious place. Fight the bad guys. War and bloodshed. She liked the idea, though she learned very early on she had to pretend to like all the gods shown to her. False worship. She felt dirty doing it, but it was necessary for survival. Like the Jews who pretended to be Christians during the Spanish Inquisition.

As it turned out her father had been one of the Knights, and it took them quite a while to find out what had happened to him. He had been on a pilgrimage to visit the lands of his forefathers. She was given his old sword, though for her it never turned into a sword. The weapon spoke to her. Together they felt more comfortable using polearms. The more practiced she became with it, the more beautiful Excalibur appeared.

She was taught lessons by fellow Knights. Often the lessons would be at strange times, and her learning became very spotty considering no one kept track of what she had learned. This did not bother her as she did not do well anyway. Practice with Excalibur, pretend to enjoy 'church', kill rats and the like as offerings to Morrigan. She was very careful and sneaky about it too.

Personality: She is absolutely clueless, an air head. Not the bubbly, blonde bimbo type of air head. Just the sort of person who wanders through life in a daydream daze. She has no problem with talking to people, but more often than not she has no filter between her brain and her mouth. Her eyes often have a glazed looks, as if she is in a far off place. Fey almost never smiles. She is a bit slow and does not generally get jokes right away. And so her laughter comes later than others. When training, her entire being goes to feeling the weapon she uses. It talks to her by way of color and emotion. She responds. Excalibur is her closest and dearest friend. She is a bit spontaneous and unpredictable due to the fact she never thinks things out. The future is not something she looks toward, but neither is living in the past or now. She simply seems to exists on another plane, coming to reality with a jolt and a lot of confusion.

She feels very close to her patron goddess, Morrigan. A goddess of death and life. Of war and passionate love. Her symbol is the raven and she requires a blood sacrifice, which Fey is all too willing to give. She is an insomniac, having trouble sleeping due to horrific nightmares. This only adds to her condition of being a space case.

Combat Information

Companion Type: Pole arm made from blackthorn.

Companion Name: Excalibur

Companion Special Abilities: Excalibur may transform into any pole arm that has ever existed before, though much more decorative in appearance, and sturdier than the average pole arm. In it's rested form it is simple a blackthorn stick, though the tip is much heavier, as that is where the metal will grow to take the desired shape. The decorative-ness of the weapon is directly proportionate to the amount of love and trust between the weapon and the wielder.

Knight Magistra: Super human speed/strength.

Order Magistra: Fey is rather skilled at the Death Lotus, due to her main goddess. Often she dreams of people she has never met, and never will meet. She dreams of their deaths and feels their pains.

Basic Information

Name: Saint Alicia
Order: Order of Ecclesia
Apply for Circlet? Yes, with great zeal!
Gender: Female
Age: 38
Appearance:


Saint Alicia is a tall, beautiful woman with fine skin and gleaming white hair. Her eyes are bright pools of blue, gentle but strong in appearance. Her physical body seems to embody all that is pure and good about the Order.
Alicia dons a magnificent suit of golden armor, bearing the symbol of the Order of Ecclesia. This armor is said to be sacred to the Knighthood and is worn only by the most deserving sisters of the Order. Around the arms guards are draped long strips of parchment, which are filled with oaths of purity and the deeds of the armor's past wearers. Perhaps even more magnificent is the resplendent halo of light that shines over Alicia's head. However, Alicia is unique in that she can elect to manifest a great set of wings, with which to take to the skies. She hardly conjures them outside of combat, but when they appear, she is a godly sight to behold.

Biography: Alicia has been a member of the Knights of Ancarth since her childhood, taken in as an orphan by the Order of Ecclesia. Alicia's story behind her orphanage has long been forgotten, but she regrets nothing. The Order took her from her orphanage and raised her as one of their own, infusing her with the teachings of the gods and the eternal struggle between them and Satan. Obviously the Order's masters sensed great potential within the young girl, the manner of which remained to be discovered.

Alicia was instructed the art of swordplay as well, spending long hours sparring with other initiates in the training quarters. Throughout this ordeal, the Order taught her its customs and manner in which its members were expected to behave. Being as it was, the Order was the only thing Alicia really knew and adjusting to its lifestyle was a simple arrangement. As she grew, she proved she had capable leadership ability and was permitted to command small purges while the higher-ups observed her progress.

It became apparent that Alicia was destined for more than simple sword arts and petty excursions during one such mission. Alicia was among a unit of senior Ecclesian Knights, tasked with the rooting out and purging of a suspected heretic cult within the undercity. The Knights descended into the catacombs where they encountered more than simple cultists - demonic creatures swarmed the passageways, lashing out at the Ecclesians. The demons were accompanied by their twisted human counterparts, wielding mundane weaponry and chanting blasphemous incantations. With the other Knights, Alicia fought her way into the main chamber to confront the corruption at the source.

When they arrived, they came face to face with the hulking form of a demon prince, surrounded by loyal mortals and their pets. Divine warriors clashed with the impure, blades flying about as the battle raged. The heretics were easily dispatched of, but the demon prince proved to be more of a match for the Knights. Despite outnumbering the beast, the fight lasted for hours, none of the Ecclesians able to penetrate the demon's defenses. It was then that Alicia stood against the monster in single combat, much to the senior Knights' surprise.

Remarkably, Alicia's eyes shone like the sun, righteous zeal coursing throughout her veins. From her body sprouted a pair of immense, gleaming wings and the Ecclesians were awestruck by Alicia's sudden transformation. She raised her blade and leaped into the air, unleashing all of her divine might upon her foe. The power was too much for the demon prince and Alicia struck it down, shouting praise to the Order as the sword cleaved through the adversary's head.

Upon the Ecclesians' return to the Order's hall, news of Alicia's intervention spread like wildfire and she was lauded as a saint. That was not the last time she would perform such miraculous deeds, however. Time and time again, she has undertaken many challenges only to succeed in the the name of the Order. It was decided she would be the one to don Celestia's golden armor and wield the Ardent Blade - a weapon that had refused the hand of all other Knights who lived at that time. Since then, she has been a champion of the Ecclesian Order and one of its most well-respected leaders.

Personality: Alicia maintains a warm personality around her brothers and sisters. She cares for her allies within the Order and would fight alongside them at the very gates of oblivion. Her voice is gentle, but carries with it a weight of power and authority. She frowns upon rash action, instead acting upon thought and rationalization. She is often consulted for advice and responds with simple, yet thoughtful answers. Alicia is a firm believer in freedom and truth and will seek out and eradicate injustice wherever it may be found. In battle she retains her aura of purity, though is a fierce fighter, destroying enemies of the Order and mankind with a fiery passion.

Combat Information

Companion Type:
-Ancient bastard sword
-Relic armor

Companion Name:
-The Ardent Blade
-Armor of Saint Celestine

Companion Special Abilities:
-The Ardent Blade: The Ardent Blade is an old relic of the Order of Ecclesia and has been reforged time and time again to ensure it stays effective as well as glamorous. When the sword senses battle and is wielded by someone worthy, its blade sheathes itself in flames, making blows more deadly. The wielder can also elect to tap into the blade's power, sending fire shooting from the tip. The Ardent Blade is known to select its wielder very exclusively and Alicia is the only one who may use it.

-Armor of Saint Celestine: This suit of golden plate has been passed down from sister to sister, first worn by a member of the Order of Ecclesia named Celestine. Celestine lead her sisters into battle against the forces of darkness in those generations long past. However, not all of the Order's warriors survived the battle. Celestine was recovered, barely clinging to life, struck down by a powerful magic - the origin, Satan himself. In her last moments, she pleaded her armor to be preserved and passed down the lineage of sisters within the Order. Twelve generations later, the armor still remains as pure and shines as it was when Saint Celestine wore it, held together by magnificent, divine power. It can withstand the mightiest of blows, though how well it resists demonic energies depends on the might of the wearer and the strength of the demon.

Knight Magistra: Alicia can tap into Ecclan's power and manifest a pair of massive wings to fly into battle with. Being ethereal constructions, they may not become damaged, nor are tangible by demonic hands. This transformation seems to instill her with greater power and greatly inspire those around her with zealous fervor.

Order Magistra: The Holy Seal

Name: Diego de la Rosa, Diego the Plaguebringer
Order: Order of Drenoth
Apply for Circlet? Yes
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Diego is a foreign looking man with mocha brown skin and black hair. He keeps his hair short but otherwise lets it run wild upon his head, leaving him with a messy hairdo. He carefully maintains his facial hair, leaving him with a goatee. Diego can be described as an attractive man with stormy gray eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and a strong jaw. The only thing marring his face are a trio of scars resembling claws that run down his left cheek and the fact that his nose is slightly crooked from having been broken multiple times over the years.

Diego has the body of a runner, muscled, toned but not overly so, evidence of his strenuous exercising. His body is marked with numerous scars, evidence of his past fights and duels gone wrong. He stands at a respectable 6'0" and weighs about 178 pounds.

Diego's armor is a mix of chain and leather that aims to provide a healthy mix of both maneuverability and protection. He wears dark gray leather armor over his whole body under which he wears a tunic and cloth pants. His head is covered by a hood of the same color while his face is covered by a white bandana that has the symbol of the Order of Drenosh where his mouth would be. Black chain is embedded in the armor to protect vital areas of his body including his chest, down his spine, and around his thighs, biceps, and neck. Diego also adorns his armor with small baubles, some of them trophies from past battles, including a couple of fangs, some feathers, and a small black bell.

Biography: Diego, like most of the Order, didn't know as a child what he was. He saw the world as a bright and wonderful thing, his parents were all-knowing and perfect, evil was only present in fairy tales and spooky stories, and everything would always turn out well in the end. He was simply a child, happy, playful, curious, and oblivious. He spent his childhood as most normal children do, playing in the streets with their friends and simply enjoying the little things in life.

At age ten, people started to get sick. Those that Diego spent his time with fell ill in his presence. His friends started to abandon him, preferring their health over his friendship. Those that tried to persevere eventually started to retch and vomit, becoming sicker the longer the spent time with him. As well as his friends, this sickness afflicted his family too and his parents, Knights of Drenoth, would soon come to the realization that this was his Magistra manifesting.

Over the next few years, Diego was trained by his parents, both in forms of combat and in controlling his powerful Magistra. He showed great potential when he was quickly able to learn and become adept with different weapons, showing inclinations toward the rapier and parrying dagger. At the age of 14, after having been trained relentlessly to ignore the infernal whispers of Hell, his parents decided he was ready to learn the Magistra of the Order of Drenoth, the ability to become a demon.

On the day it happened, he was nervous, not knowing what to expect. Diego felt uneasy about the idea of becoming one with what he was fighting. His parents and Diego dueled, intending to release his demonic form through combat. When Diego tapped into his inner hate, he transformed and then his mind went blank.

After he reverted he was faced with the bodies of his parents, bloodied, clawed, dead. His world was shattered, his parents were so strong, he couldn't kill them, they could never die. The corpses before him served as testament to what he had done, evidence that what he had believed in before was a lie. Diego proceeded to live in the house on his own, unable to cope with what he had done, he haunted the place and when Knights from the Order of Drenoth arrived to investigate why the house had grown silent, they found the bodies of Diego's parents, and Diego half-starved simply staring at his work.

Believing that the house had simply been attacked, the parents killed protecting their son, Diego was taken in by the Knights. After several months of rehabilitation, Diego resumed his training, although he vehemently refused to Demonize, only doing so once to show that he actually could do it. The instructor that had seen it was in the infirmary for a month and from then on he was not made to Demonize during his training and was instead made to training in the use of his own Magistra and in the art of fighting with a rapier and dagger.

Personality: Diego is a warm and happy individual. Single-handedly shattering most of the stereotypes that surround those of the Order of Drenoth. he wasn't gloomy, nor depressed, nor brooding. He was a man of smiles and compliments, and excitement.

He is seen as one of those that can bring a smile to another's face with his earnest and sincere comments and compliments and his laugh is one that is contagious. He loves watching others in training and mentally assessing their skills as a combatant and partakes in duels frequently for fun and to make sure he stays in peak form.

Despite this happy exterior, he fits the troubled stereotype of Drenoth Knight. Sometimes he will just stop talking, his mind gone into the past, reliving some event. When he thinks he's alone he'll sometimes seem to whisper to himself and those that have overheard this have spread rumors of him being the slightest bit mad, a rumor he denies. He is also known to have horrible night terrors of which he doesn't speak about.

Combat Information

Companion Type: Diego has shown mastery in the use of a rapier with a parrying dagger and as a result had a rapier and an accompanying dagger forged to be his Companion Weapons. The rapier is about 43 inches long, weighs about 2.3 pounds, is about 2.6 centimeters wide until it reaches tapers into a point. The hilt of the weapon is wrapped in black leather and the pommel is host to a macabre steel skull with a large green emerald in its mouth. The guard is an ornate thing of multiple spiraling bars of silver, gold, and steel. The blade itself is made of some black metal that has been inscribed with several runes, and the upper part of the blade, edged and sharpened, seems to always shine as if covered in some kind of liquid. The parrying dagger is made of the same black metal and has a more mundane guard to protect the hand while parrying. The pommel has a similar skull although instead of an emerald, a ruby is present.

When needed, Diego's companion weapons can be changed into the form of that of a bow and arrow, the bow being a longbow of an ashen gray color, with a skull on each end bearing a ruby and emerald. The parrying dagger then turns into the arrow to be fired, barbed and oozing with some kind of liquid.

Companion Name: The rapier/bow is named Fantasma whereas the dagger/arrow is name Sanguijuela.

Companion Special Abilities:
Fantasma - Fantasma has the strange ability to numb the area where it cuts and in place of pain bring an equal sense of cold to the area, as if it had been touched by a ghost. This is caused by the venom that the blade seems to create on its own that envelops the tip and edge of the blade. If the venom is wiped off it replenishes itself after about five minutes and when cut by the blade, the person will likely recover normal feeling in the area after about 20 minutes. As a bow, Fantasma has the same properties although they only apply if Diego uses the bow to actually cut a person, the property is not transferred to the arrow it shoots.

Sanguijuela - Sanguijuela gets its name from the ability it has. Like a leech's teeth, Sanguijuela is coated with an anticoagulant. As a result, whenever this dagger is uses to cut another, the cut will take much longer to start clotting and will continue bleeding past when a normal cut would have stopped. As an arrow, Sanguijuela has this same ability but has also shown the ability to teleport back to Diego after it has hit an object, resulting in him not having to carry around a quiver of arrows.

Knight Magistra: Plagued Shadow:Diego has the ability to control his own shadow. He can stretch it, bend it, and make it do his bidding as if it were simply another limb of his body. He can also extend his shadow by using other shadows, increasing his range, thus giving him an advantage in dark or dimly lit areas. What separates this Magistra from those others who can manipulate their shadow is that his can physically affect others. If his shadow can grasp his opponent's shadow the opponent will start to get sick, at first resulting in that feeling one gets when they feel only the slightest bit off, then it will turn into dizziness and headaches, from there stomachaches are added into the mix, followed by nausea and vomiting. After prolonged exposure to Diego's shadow, a person will be hit with tremors and a feeling of coldness. After 24 continuous hours of exposure to Diego's shadow, the person will die due to organ failure. After Diego's shadow releases a victim, they will quickly recover, the time spent in recovery equal to the time exposed to his shadow. As a result, Diego is very good at interrogations and torture, able to bring a person literally to the brink of death with his shadow then giving him a day to recuperate, only to repeat the process over and over and over again.

Order Magistra:
Demonize - When Diego manifests into a demon his body becomes covered in bone white armor and his Companion weapons take on form of a pair of great swords which retain their abilities. From between the slits between his armor, a green mist pours forth that sickens most who breathe it in.

Diego's Demonization Form

What sets apart his Demonization is how it affects his innate Magistra, amplifying it to a terrible extent and giving Diego's shadow a form of its own. Diego's shadow becomes a terrifying night-black demon with wicked claws able to easily cut through leather and rend flesh. Due to the Demonization, Diego loses full control of his shadow sometimes leading to him and his shadow fighting each other as well as their opponent.

Diego's Shadow's Demonization Form (sans wings)

Name
Ludwig von Promethea,
Ludwig the Glassforger

Order
The Order of Lionell

Apply for Circlet?
Yes

Gender
Male

Age
22

Appearance


Roughly 5'9" in height, and with a lean, well muscled body, Ludiwg is in one way most likely the statuesque vision of male beauty. He has a defined bone structure which gives his face a vaguely triangle shape and a broad forhead which meets thin eyebrows to give the illusion that his face simply extends into his hair. Ludiwg, like all patriarchs in his family dating back twenty three generations, is a Black Glass forger (discussed in greater detail below), and this volatile form of magic has had its effect on his body. His skin has a slight iridescent blue tone, his eyes are orb of perfect Black Glass with blue veins of pure Magistra running through them, and although normally fully clothed up to his chin, the veins of his body all can be seen as bulging, blue, maze like patterns rising up from under his skin. Additionally, Ludwig long ago sacrificed one of his arms in service of his King, and has long since replaced it with an identical arm made completely of Black Glass. Ludwig wears what has been the traditional armament of his family for the last seven generations, that being a black, skin-tight, bodysuit woven from fibers of cotton and Black Glass, with more traditional armor often locked on top of it, such as spaulders, a breastplate, chain mail, and boots and gauntlets.

Biography

A man is judged by what he leaves behind him in this world, both kin and craft

Born the forth child of the Patriarch of the Prometheus Family, an ancient noble family who have been in service of the King for twenty three generation, and his lady wife, Ludwig bore from birth what is commonly referred to among the Prometheus family as "The Sight". The indicator for the last twenty generations who the next Patriarch will be, and as a result who would inherit and preserve the sacred family craft of Black Glass forging.

What the Prometheus family worshipped as "The Sight", the rest of the world knows as blindness.

Born with the expectation that he would inherit, as his father did from his (and his father from his (and so on)), the Eyes of Prometheus as the only blind child, and with them the secrets of how to forge the sacred Black Glass, Ludwig was raised by his tutors to have little emotional connection to his father, instead focusing his keen mind on the countless texts of the Promethus Library, each being read aloud to the patient child, who would close his eyes and appear as if he were just soaking in the knowledge.

Two days before his thirteenth birthday, his father left the Family estate and did not return, leaving only two pure black orbs of glass stained with the crusted blood of being removed from the eye sockets where they had sat for forty winters, the Eyes of Prometheus which had been an heirloom among the members of the Prometheus family lucky enough to be blessed with the sight.

It is assumed his father is dead, as it is assumed that all Prometheus men who undergo this part of the ritualistic passing of the Patriarchy die on their pilgrimage.

Ludwig went under the knife on his thirteenth birthday, having his eyes removed and replaced with the Eyes of Prometheus, at once both imbuing him with untold knowledge and power in the arena of Black Glass Magic and granting him sight at long last, albeit sight which is monochromatic. Inheriting the collective experiences of all the men in his family who had used those eyes, his subsequent combat training was short, more of a test run to ensure that the powers of his ancestry had safely once again leaped from one generation to another.

Two years later the Glass Sickness started. A plague which only affects those who wield arms of Black Glass, it can be lethal to those, like Ludwig, who carry Black Glass in their body if not handled correctly. This sickness, striking him at fifteen while under the service of his master in the Order of Lionell, slowly began to turn the internal organs inside of him and the blood in his veins into different forms of Black Glass, freezing many of his bodily functions and causing excruciating pain. Stopped before the process could reach his head (and his brain, killing him), the process, like it did to all those patriarchs who suffered it when they inherited the Eyes of Prometheus, solidified his place in the Prometheus family and made him the official Black Glass Forger, a title which symbolically indicated that he alone could forge the substance vied after by Knights, Demons, and Angels for its properties.

Ludwig lost his arm at 18, when he was thrust into battle against a horde of monsters hoping to slay his Master, the lord of the Order of Lionell (now old and sickly), and triumphed, only to have his arm severed clean off by the dying throws of a felled, but still breathing, beast. Thinking on his feet, he found some sand on the ground and, rubbing it into his wound, chanted the magic necessary to grow a completely new limb of Black Glass; one that would respond to his thoughts like any other limb, but which could change shape and amplify magic like any other item made of Black Glass.

This feat earned the respect of his peers and the higher-ups in the order to such a degree that, upon his masters peaceful passing, Ludwig, only 21 was given the rank of Lord High Commander of the Order of Lionell, and was put forward to serve on the Circlet as a representative of the Order, and as its head.

Throughout all this time, Ludwig has been slowly building up an arsenal of Black Glass weaponry, so that when the time comes, he can arm his entire order with weapons which will make them both unmatched within the Orders and unmatched among races.

Personality
The face Ludwig shows to those outside his Order (or in public) is that of a charismatic, slightly lazy, often lascivious, and always facetious individual. It is not hard to make him laugh, and once he begins, it is hard not to feel like joining him. Despite his somewhat morbid appearance, he always wears a bright smile on his face, and is the first person in a group to say something inappropriate or sarcastic in order to break the ice or get attention onto himself. Although he comes off as intelligent, or perhaps clever is a better word, no one perceives him as having any kind of book smarts other than his obvious knowledge of his craft. Many view him as irresponsible, and it is easy to develop a perception of him as a child, someone who is irresponsible and incapable of leading an order as prestigious as the Order of Lionell.

When dealing solely with members of the order, Ludwig still maintains the same charisma, but without the joviality. Instead, there is a steely power to his presence, with his words biting like the lashes of chain and his aura as unflinching as the glass in his eye sockets. This Ludwig is known to be the most intelligent man in the order, having memorized every tome he has ever read and wielding this knowledge like a sword in both his organization and his disciplining of his Order, which he restructured radically upon his rise to power. Ludwig still always has a smile on his face, but it is a smaller, much more conniving one. It is the smile of an ambitious man who knows he has it made, who knows that his throne is secure. He capitalizes on his appearance to often strike fear into those who are subversive to his often benign authority or to those who plain out insubordinate, staring them straight on without blinking as the black orbs in his skull simply sit idle, not appearing to take in anything despite their ability to do so.

But both these masks are facades Ludwig uses to maintain his delicate political power as both the Head of an Order and a member of the Circlet, preferring to be underestimated and looked over then be accurately perceived and feared. Indeed, if any of the other members of the Circlet knew the extents of his personal ambition, they would have never let him on in the first place. Indeed, Ludwig's ambition is rivaled only by his loneliness, a feeling which washes over him in tidal waves despite the constant companionship of other Knights during his daily life and countless women in his bed. Suffering from a debilitating inadequacy complex as a result of his physical appearance and his abandonment by his father (and his knowledge that he will have to abandon his own son), it is not inaccurate to say that Ludwig fuels the inferno of his ambition with his own despair. It is rare to find Ludwig with any kind of expression on his face other than a frown when he is alone or deep in thought, and when a smile does grace his face, those who know him well know to stay far, far, out of his way.

Combat Information

Companion Type
Ludwig has only one companion, his arm (a powerful weapon in its own right) not included. The first is a long staff (with a length of six feet and a diameter of four inches) made of the purest Black Glass, called Yggdrassil.

Companion Name
Yggdrassil

Companion Special Abilities
Made by his his ancestor twelve generations ago to fight in the bloodiest war that Humanity had ever seen, Yggdrassil is the most powerful artifact of Black Glass known to man. As well as having the usual powers of Black Glass in that it is nigh unbreakable, can change consistency, and amplify magic, Yggdrassil is also capable of completely changing its shape at the will of its owner (Yggdrassil can only have one owner at a time, and an owner must die in order for a new owner to claim it). If it were to be measured, Yggdrassil can multiply the power of any spellcaster by over 15 times (ten times more than any other object of Black Glass currently forged).

Knight Magistra
Black Glass Magic
Black Glass is a substance which can shift from something as solid as crystal to something as malleable as clay to something as runny as water (and anywhere in between) at the crafters will. It is incredibly strong and durable, amplifying magic spells many times over, and is almost unbreakable, having the ability to last for hundreds of years. Although all that is required to create Black Glass is sand, the secret to forging Black Glass is closely guarded and known only to the current Patriarch of the Prometheus family, who uses the Eyes of Prometheus to forge it. Due to their ability to amplify magic, it is not uncommon for spell casters to have one or two pieces of Black Glass to help give them an edge, although many Knights are cautious about using the magic stored within the shards. The reason this is that Black Glass is a toxic substance, and can bring about the Glass Sickness in those who us it. Although usually benign, the sickness can be fatal towards those who use the substance for more then just Spell amplification or for a weapon, especially to those few who imbed Black Glass in their body (such as Ludwig). Ludwig is both a forger of Black Glass and an avid user of Black Glass Magic, using Yggdrassil to cast spells and conjur great fires and storms unparalleled within the Order of Lionnel.

Order Magistra
Conjuration
Something that Ludwig had always been interested since he first read about it, he all but demanded that he learn the secret to this art when he entered the Order under the tutelage of its then Lord Commander. Using his Black Glass to amplify his already not-insignificant abilities, Ludwig has made a name for himself by conjuring things previously thought too difficult to conjure on the fly (having once conjured an entire castle and, in the process, knocking himself out cold).

Name: Camael Birzak

Basic Information

Order: The Order of The Lionell

Apply for Circle: Yes

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Appearance: PICTURE Camael is a tall, lean, and slightly muscular 26-year-old Caucasian male. He has fluffy, black hair and beautiful deep sky blue eyes. He loves to live at night and because of that, his skin is pale. Camael is far from beauty prince or dream of every woman but his face has some neat features. Only distinguished feature is his voice. It is nice sounding smooth bass.
Usually he is dressed in a classic black leisure suit with white shirt, slim blood red tie and black leather boots. Camael cover his eyes with retro style black sunglasses that he rarely removes.
On collar of his jacket, he always carries button pin with The Order of The Lionell
insignia.
In battle he summons his companions but all other appearance stays the same.

Personality: Personality: Camael is very intelligent. His IQ can be compared with greatest mind in history of humanity. And like most geniuses he is little eccentric. Depending on his mood he can be friendly, joyful, polite or rude, lewd, vulgar sometimes even nihilistic.

From his childhood he was praised as successor or if you want reincarnation of Morcant Birzak. Because of that he always could feel pressure from his family to be better, faster etc. then others. Because of that he All that pressure led him to depression. He had big emotional problems at age of 18. For two years he barely were involved in Order business. Until he managed to defeat his inner demons. For some time he even was living outside of the Order. Only thing that helped him was music. Only through music he managed to defeat his inner demons and ease his mind.

After he solved his inner problems he returned to order. After that he started working for sake of Order and people that have no idea that there is another world with demons. Every mission and assignment he takes, he always finish to the end.

Biography:

Camael was born in of the oldest and respected Knight family. His family saw fall of old Order and dawn of Dawn of new one. It was started by Morcant Birzak who was Master Blacksmith at Kings castle. He was one of many people who found new powers in himself after they were granted by Gods. He was recruited by Order and from that day he started to make Companions for Order knights.

Camael was third and youngest child in family. Although his parents were part of this family they weren't most respected inside of it. He was raised in family house. It was not big or fancy house. It was simple suburban house. But there Camael was happy. But
his childhood happiness ended same day when he found power of "Lighting Step" in himself.

From that day his life changed. Until now he remembers day when he was brought to main family manor. He remembers meeting that was held by family elders. All that whispering between them. Their eyes. Eyes that were looking at him with admiration and hatred at same time. Elders decided that its possible that Camael is reincarnation of Morcant so he need to be trained by best of their family.

Camael was five years old when he was taken from parents to train. His childhood was lost at age of 5. All his time he was spending training to be the best and for quite some time he was one of the most promising knights. He always could feel pressure from his family and even from his parents to always be better then others He was only one of Birzak family who created his companion at age of 15 years. But all his successes were leading only to more pressure from his family.

At age of 16 Camael reached his limit and one day he packed his things and left manor. For four years he was wandering country until one day he returned to Order. Not many things are known this part of his life but after he returned to Order something changed in him and now he was working even harder then before leaving it [if its possible i would like to keep, that part in secret and reveal it in RP. Of OFC if i will be accepted].

When he returned he was in shock because his parents were renounced by family. His brothers and parents were death. And he was blamed for that because they were taking all missions to restore their good name until they meet their death in battling demons. Camael never returned to his so called family and on every occasion he try to beat them in all ways possible.

[sorry i really hate to write biographies. I hope this will be good enough i know that it is weak but i should give enough info about Camael and i would create and reveal more in RP]





Combat Information

Companion: Two handed war hammer named "Thunderbird" PICTURE
"Blessed Gloves of Lighting"
"Cuirass of Thousand Suns"

Companion Name: "Thunderbird" "Blessed Gloves of Lighting" "Cuirass of Thousand Suns"

Companion info:
"Thunderbird" was crafted by Camael himself. Every member of his family craft their own companions. It is ancient tradition that comes from creator of bloodline that was serving as blacksmith in Kings smithy. His name was Morcant Birzak Master Blacksmith of Royal Castle. Morcant was one of the people who saw fall of old order and dawn of new one. He was creator and keeper of Sky forge. With new powers that he was granted by Gods he created many powerful companions in that forge. And until now his descendants are keepers of Sky forge and hammer that was wielded by Morcant himself. This hammer now is saint artifact that is hold above forge.

"Thunderbird" is massive two handed war hammer. Its overall length is 48 inch and its weight around 20 pounds. It was made out of best metals that Order can provide. Its haft and head are made out of steel that was enchanted with magic that made it stronger and lowered its weight. For more conformable use end of haft has black leather wrap its secured in place with rings made out of gold. Hammer head has a gold painted inlay that symbolizes stylized bird.

"Blessed Gloves of Lighting" It is another creation of Camael. Basically its black leather gloves with small metal plates on every knuckle. Every metal plate is engraved with different runes few of them were created by Camael himself. Purpose of this gloves are to boost Camaels powers.

"Cuirass of Thousand Suns" this the last thing of set that Camael forged. It is made out of steel that was enchanted by magic. It looks like simple Cuirass that covers chest and back of Camael. On front side of cuirass Camael engraved simple picture of sun and two demons. One of them try to run away and another is killed by sun beams.


Companion Special Abilities:

"Thunderbird" as suggesting its name can use power of lighting to strike down enemies of Order. It has the ability to catch static electricity to charge up its attacks. It gathers electricity passively from air. But speed at with it charge can be boosted up in battle. It gathers charge with every hit. There are three levels of charge with different effects. With every level it gets new attack that can be used. Also all charges stack up. It means that Camael can use ability of level one charge when "Thunderbird" is at its max charge.

Charge 1: electricity surrounds hammer head of "Thunderbird". You can see it with bare eye. This ability can be used at the beginning of battle because it needs small amount of charge that "Thunderbird" gathers from surrounding air. It boosts damage of hammer. When hammer touches enemy besides basic damage it sends electricity charge. Depending on enemy level and size it can just damage it or send it flying for few meters.

Charge 2: when "Thunderbird" reaches level two charge golden rings on it start to shine. Charge two grants ability to send powerful lighting blow at distance. When Camael hits ground with "Thunderbird" it send powerful electricity charge to direction of its top spike. This strike travels in straight line and it cant be controlled. Because of that it can hit only really big targets or targets that cant move. Also its damage depends on distance it travels because when moving this strike can charge more because of static electricity that is in almost all objects.

Charge 3: this is final level of "Thunderbird". This level can be reached only in really big battles. Because it needs very big amount of electricity. When "Thunderbird" reaches this level golden bird on hammerhead starts to shine. At this level Camael can call real storm to aid him. It can be used in two ways lighting strikes can cover large area and kill and wound all enemies that are cough in it or it can be unloaded at single target. If unloaded at single target it can kill really powerful demons.

"Blessed Gloves of Lighting" has the two abilities but both are passive. Runes that are engraved into metal plates boost up lighting Magistra of its wearer. Also "Thunderbird" can be wielded only with these gloves. "Thunderbird" will strike with lighting anyone who try to wield or even pick up it without gloves.

"Cuirass of Thousand Suns" this cuirass besides that it shields Camaels vital organs from damage also has AOE light attack. This attack has long cool down time and is effective only against lowest level demons, but it can be life saver in battle when overwhelmed by The Hoards. When activated cuirass for short time emits very bright light. Basically it forms bubble around Camael and vaporize all low level demons that are caught inside it. It has effective radius is 10m. Higher level demons only get sunburn from this ability. Hurts, yes, but it cant do any real damage.

Knight Magistra: "Lighting Step" Camael found out about this ability when he was five years old when he accidentally teleported himself on the roof of their family manor. He was playing catch with one of his brother and his leg was caught in roots of tree. At the last second before he smashed his face into dirt he accidentally teleported himself on the roof of house.

By using this ability Camael can sprint short distances at speed of lighting, because of that it looks that he teleports himself from one place to another. He can move forward or retreat, he also can use it to jump on high places. This technique always need to have solid surface that Camael can use to start other jump.

Order Magistra: Camael was born under sign of lighting element because of that he can learn lighting element based spell quite fast and use them with great effectiveness.

"Conjuration" Camael use it only at beginning of battle to summon his companions.

"Lighting Palm" this is basic lighting spell that all knights that show affiliation to lighting element are capable of use. Depending on opponents level it can kill it or wound it. After lighting strike opponent cant move for short period of time . How long he will not able to move depends on his level and his resistance to lighting element. This spell can be boosted by combining it with water element spell.

Camael is capable to cast Level one and two of this spell.

Level 1: spell can hit only one opponent at the time. Depending on opponents level it can kill it or wound.

Level 2: spell can hit multiple opponents. To use this spell caster must use both of his hands. Lighting is sent from both hands. It spreads across multiple opponents. More opponents it hits less damage it does. If concentrated to single target it can kill it immediately. This spell can be boosted by combining it with water element spell.

"Rope of Lighting" this spell creates ropes made of pure lighting. Those ropes bind opponents. Ropes can bind one or more enemies everything depend on level of caster and how many ropes he can create. It can be used on ground and airborne units. Ropes strength depends on gap between caster and opponent. Closer opponent is to caster stronger ropes will be. When someone try to break ropes they are hit by electricity charge. Power of charge and how many damages it will do depends on caster and opponents level.

Basic Information

Name: Litany
Order: Order of Ecclesia
Age: 16
Applying for Circlet: Yes
Appearance: Litany has near snow white hair assumed to have been touched by divine magic and changed from her brunette color early in her childhood. Her eyes appear to be green on most days, although she enjoys color contacts from time to time in order to appear different on one of her whims. She extremely good posture as well as sports a slim, but slightly athletic build. If draw into an open melee fight her muscle would most likely not carry her, but her small frame and limber body would allow her to evade strikes from all but the most experienced combatants. Typically she wears the white outfit listed in her equipment list, but if discretion is absolutely needed she wears a blend of cotton and denim clothing with the usual runes sewn in to better allow for the flow of magic about her body.

Biography: From the time Litany could walk and talk her mother took special care in personally educated her. This training included the real history of the world from the first recorded events to modern world history. She excelled in book learning but took slower to combat. Due to her mother's rank it was insisted that only her mother train her and thus she received training in the healing and cleansing arts rather than that of combat as her father wished.

Whether by accident or fate her father perished when she was the age of 14. It was assumed due to the nature of the wound that it was either a demon or someone within the knights themselves that took him out. This event propelled Litany deeper into her studies and that is when her abilities truly came to the surface. During her secretive training sessions she came near overpowering her mother's own ability to deflect attacks. This was when the Circlet stepped in and removed her from her mother's training and insisted she work with some of the more advanced knights.

If by sense of duties no one really knows but Litany began expressing interest rather openly in attempting to become a member of the prestigious Circlet. Whatever is going through her mind she keeps to herself, although it is assumed it is the death of her father and the Circlet is a means to an end. Litany would dispel these questions each time with a generic, but logical answer. If pure wit won melee combat she would truly be one of the deadliest in her arts.

Recently from a recent argument her mother and her experienced a falling out from her mother insisting her drive for power would lead her down the road to darkness, but Litany would simply shake her head and walk away. This matter is kept mostly private between the two, although at times they appear to be arguing over something, but in whispers so no one is within ear shot.

Personality: Through hours of vigorous training Litany has learned to suppress stressors around her concentrating only on the task at hand. In many ways it allowed her to excel in training, but unable to care about a great many things going on around her as they were 'distractions' as her mother put it. Litany is always willing to lend an ear to the problems of others, but speaks little of herself or her concerns. When seeing allies in peril she prefers to work from the shadows or a distance

Combat Information

Companion Type:A 48" inch whip, reinforced with tiny metal spikes of blessed metal and difficult to wield. Litany is trained well in its use.
Companion Name:Angel's Lash

Companion Special Abilities: No known abilities

Knight Magistra: Litany uses a combination of prayers and hymns to hinder enemies or aid allies. Techniques must either be created on the spot making them unstable and varying in power or well practiced. Her style however favors tried and true prayers and hymns she has perfected over the sixteen years of her life. From the time of her birth everything in her life was made to practice these abilities whether in play or actual use. She boasts a collection of four perfected techniques and a few experimental spells. While never being sent into the field yet there are already those predicting her overshadowing her own mother in terms of prowess.

Prayer of Sarcred Ground: When spoken this prayer creates a large glyph on the ground only the pure are able to cross setting ablaze the wicked in holy flames.
"Only those pure of heart may pass. Don't believe me? Take another step."

Prayer of Light: Your standard issue healing spell. Does heal bones,burns, diseases and poisons. All of that being said it does not stop the pain in the aftermath.
"Bless those who repent, but do not let them forget the lessons learned from their wounds."

Prayer of the Steadfast: When spoken this prayer fortifies those fighting for the Light with strength of body. Equipment seems to grow sturdier and pain seems to dull a good amount. Additionally this can either be focused or spread evenly about the group. If focused for too long however the person being fortified can become weak or in a worst case scenario, dead.
"The sword may swing but itself, but words can call forth a thousand blades to arms that skewer the lone wielder."

Hymn of Omniscience: When sung this hymn allows Litany to scry, but when projected into Hell it becomes severely strenuous to do so.
"Our legacy lies not in the strength of our arm as so many others do, but in the strength of our minds. Sight beyond sight is yours to have, but be warned my child never look within the gates of Hell for just as we may see beyond our realm so may the scyers of Hell. Should they see you they will be able to imprison your spirit and claim your body as their vessel to this world."

Hymn of the Last Stan: This hymn seemingly does nothing although in the ancient text it proclaims the unwritten word only aids those in true danger during the darkest hour of man.
"When it is time my child you shall know. The hymn shall call to you and move your tongue as the mighty flood moves the earth beneath it", Litany's mother spoke to her exhausted daughter. "But until that time you must commit it to memory lest it leave your heart and mind. We are keepers of the greatest hymn ever created but never written for just as the pure may use the hymn for good the wicked may for evil."
Order Magistra: The Holy Seal

Basic Information

Name: Ania Wolfgang
Order: Drenoth
Apply for Circlet? Yes
Gender: Female
Age: 31
Appearance:

Picture for REFERENCE. Do not look at it as the true appearance! Use the description below to get the real feel.

Ania is an averagely-sized woman, standing at about five feet six inches. Her posture and frequent head-lifting gives an air of pride or superiority to her, and the devilish grin that stitches itself into her face so frequently only makes her seem all the more narcissistic. With dull and lulled gray eyes and plain -but very long- hair, she hasn't been claimed to be the most stunning of characters, but many see a deeper attractiveness that is only described as an "enigmatic beauty" that pulls others in by some subliminal method. Her figure is slim, and not at all muscular, with pale skin color more akin to a woman with a terrible cold than a person of nobility. Without the training of a Knight of Ancarth, she wouldn't suffice to be a janitor for a supermarket with such a weak stature. Nevertheless, it seems as though her previously mentioned images of pride are attempts to relieve her lack of greatness displayed outwardly.

Ania wears fairly conservative clothing fitting for a zealous Mormon, decorated with a single color; a dark black. Even her head is often covered by a thin veil, though it is equally often that she has it removed to smoke a cigarette. Or two... Or three. You get the picture. Her hands, legs, torso, back... All of it is kept in a strict "No Access" state. Ironically enough, her prideful stance is accompanied by a subtle-but-evident tempting composure, as if to tease those who wondered what was underneath it all by giving them the thought, but leaving no reference to work with. When in battle, she relies on her Companion to supply any form of defense she may need, leaving her seemingly ill-prepared to take a hit from angry hordes of demons without metallic pieces of armor covering her up.

Biography:

She was born, "The Sacrifice", an age-old position within a tradition set by a bloodline of Drenoth Knights. At her birth proceeding her older brother, she would be the tool to hasten another's progress as a Knight of Ancarth. For seven years she lived perfectly; a daughter to the brother of the families head. In a Russian manor lavishly treated by a tremendous income of wealth she was raised a princess that would inherit the a large chunk of the estate. Or so she was led to believe.

Her older brother adored Ania, playing and protecting her nearly 24/7, save for the long hours he devoted to training to become a Knight. So too did she reflect the same feelings, looking up to him as a hero. Whenever she could she followed him about, trying her best to seem as important as he did in the household. Being the second-born, she was not "destined" to become the next Knight of the bloodline, a title given only to one individual per generation. She asked many to teach her even the most basic of basics, and eventually her adorable determination affected her uncle who agreed to teach her simple things, like sword-play and small amounts of magistra. She was no prodigy, but she showed promise. Her uncle continued secretly teaching her, hoping to give her a small hope of becoming a Knight herself if she left the bloodline to pursue the dream.

Ania's uncle was a notable trinket collector, buying strange objects from pawn shops and flea markets. It was a perfectly normal day when he arrived at the manor with a few oddities in hand. Ania looked over the things when her uncle had left to do other things, leaving her alone in his room. But the normal day turned sinister when a voice emanated from the box filled with his belongings. Intrigued -and slightly scared- Ania uncovered a small white mask wrapped up in cloth. It was broken in half, and a sinister smile was spread across its face.

"Take me with you..." it whispered. Though the mouth remained immobile, she knew that it had spoken. For nearly an hour it conversed with her, talking about her wishes to become a Knight and her families refusal to allow her it. As a young girl, it didn't seem at all to be particularly strange; after all, she was a student in magistra. When her uncle's footsteps approached, she tucked away the mask and hurried off, worried her "friend" would be taken back. Thus began her relationship with her Companion, treating him as an imaginary friend of sorts when in the presence of older individuals. Her brother scoffed at it, slightly off-put by her "new friend". None could hear its voice but her, and so it remained secret that she was truly talking to a mask.

Eventually her brother had come of age to be taught the most powerful magistra of the Drenoth. Unbeknownst to either of the siblings, their method for quickly unlocking the ability required something to bring about terrible anger. What it truly meant was that Ania would be killed before her brother to bring that hatred out. It was carried out like an act, with individuals playing as undead assassins in the dead of night who would do the deed. Ania and her brother were alone outside when the "assassins" arrived, quickly attempting to kill Ania. Unfortunately for them, Ania's "friend" was not prepared to let it happen. It happened so quickly, not even her brother had the time to comprehend; of course, he was dead then. The commotion wracked the family with utter grief, unsure as to how to handle the breakdown in tradition, not to mention their lack of a child to serve as the next Knight. They could not allow Ania to take his place, for she had proven then that she was cursed by some demon. Within the night she was excommunicated, though her uncle took it upon ihmself to provide her with some form of protection away from the family.

Seperating from her families grasp allowed Ania to pursue her dream, but a lack of mentoring severely slowed the pace of her learning for many years. Only her companion could supply her with enough information and help to prevent her skill from deteriorating. When she became of age, Ania sought to join the Knights of Ancarth through any means, eventually managing to join the secretive group without any help from those within. Ania was revered as a lower-status Knight because of this, looking at her as one without notable blood heritage to fuel her position in the organization. She refused to detail her origins, afraid of meeting with a family member of hers. When the ball had gotten rolling, her ability in Magistra and fighting exponentially increased, jetting her towards the highest people within Ancarth, the members of the Circlet.

Personality: Ania is the type of person who would invite a young man into her house just to call the cops and report a break-in. Really. She is quite proud of herself, for whatever reason, and speaks in condescending tones or with verbally abusive sentences; all the while keeping up a smile that only makes those around her question if shes really joking or not. Her motives can seemingly switch in an instant, becoming more caring for people or utterly selfish with the flick of a lighter. Then she'll smoke and reconsider it seconds later. She's a hard egg to crack, keeping her more important inner thoughts locked up and sealed with a key that she just might have slipped into her bra. Of course, "She wouldn't want anyone to get to it."

She doesn't take well to those who talk down on her or try to order her around- at least, not the on the inside. On the outside, she can keep calm and composed, but her inner self will be enraged into a tempest when her independence of pride is chipped away at. She's capable of retaining her anger or hatred, frequently resorting to ignoring the source to halt further fueling the fire any longer. In battle, she is just as erratic as her overall personality. The spawn of Hell may face her in an indifferent, uncaring mood. Or... they might come face to face with a revved-up and eager woman hell-bent on ensuring someone's face is eventually kissing the bottoms of her heels, sprawled out in mud to act as a living-but-almost-dead bridge.

Combat Information

Companion Type: A formless shadowy mass that can take on several different shapes at Ania's will. The more notable forms include:

• "Gamayun" A spada de lato. Exhibits the ability to send out a piercing spear of darkness when thrust.
• "Zmey" a zweihander. Sends out a crescent of darkness when swung horizontally.
• "St. Michael" a Taurus Raging Bull magnum. Fires detonating bullets.

Zid also takes on an anthropomorphic appearance during Ania's Drenoth Demon form.

The Companion's mass is emitted from a small white mask that was seemingly broken in half. Only when she possesses the mask nearby is Ania capable of channeling her will to control the shadowy clouds that it releases.

Companion Name: "Zid"

Companion Special Abilities: Being formless, Zid is capable of giving Ania limitless tactical advantages in combat, both offensive and defensive. Its size is also limitless, allowing Ania to carry a weapon and maintain a shadow-coat over her vitals as magic armor. Being made up of an almost two-dimensional smoke-like material, Zid itself is incapable of taking any damage when induced to be intangible, save from more specific magical attacks/spells. Its range is limited, despite being size-less, and can only be effectively manipulated from an approximate range of thirty feet from Ania's person. Using Zid, Ania can instantaneously teleport herself short distances by using the shadows it creates. When under the effects of Drenoth's demonic release, Zid splits from Ania, and becomes an almost independently sentient Companion, capable of thinking for itself and transforming at its own will, though Ania can still exert master control over the shadow. When separated, Zid's single weak point becomes the white half-mask that is always present somewhere on his body, being the only solid area.

Though Zid can take on the form of nearly any weapon, Ania utilizes the Companion in a more offensive-defense manner, frequently standing stone-still and unleashing long-range weapons like masses of whips, flurries of swords, or stampeding walls of darkness. No matter the apparent shape of Zid's form, it displays a cutting power capable of splitting a boulder in two.

Knight Magistra: Through using Zid's own capabilities, Ania has become accustomed to darkness-type transportation Magistra. Even without her Companion, Ania has demonstrated incredible usage of darkness and shadows to warp between two areas very quickly. She has also stated that she can create a "Hammerspace" that only she can traverse. She is able to use her Magistra to transport others, though getting the destination point exactly correct isn't particularly easy for her unless she is going there too.

Order Magistra: "Demonize" As a Knight of Drenoth, Ania is capable of releasing various aspects of her inner self to channel a demonic energy into her soul. When used, she takes on a demonic appearance, growing several horns on her head and irradiating a darkness outmatched only by her Companion. Grizzly black claws protrude from her hands and a pair of bat-like wings grow from her lower back. During this stage, her Companion also changes in that it can separate from her active control and act independently.

General Information

Name: John Talbot

Order: Praetor

Apply for Circlet? No.

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty two, nearing twenty three.

Appearance:


The immediate impression that most people get when they look at Talbot is not, “Wow, what a powerful looking mage. He must be a Knight.” To put it simply, he does not look all that intimidating. He doesn’t appear to have much muscle, looks somewhat awkward, and usually has a meek expression on his face that indicates that he’d really rather be anywhere than where he is. Standing at a meager five foot five and looking like he weighs less than a feather, he’s the last person you’d expect to be a Praetor. His skin is not very battle scarred, or blemished at all, for that matter, and is a light tan color. With shoulder length black hair and a pair of almost unnaturally brown eyes, his face gives an odd appearance, although while the overall shape of his face is reasonably handsome, in its own way, his usual expressions ruin the picture—he wears a constantly worried smile that only dissipates when he’s in the middle of a fight.


His body, most of all, looks, well, average, if a bit skinny. His arms, legs, and fingers aren’t particularly longer or shorter than usual, his body is skinny enough to be unusual but not worrisome, and his nose, ears, chin, et cetera don’t protrude to a length that might be memorable. Most people, when looking at him, forget his face rather quickly, and virtually no-one who first meets him remembers his name as a result of his mediocre appearance.


When dressing casually, his style of clothing varies, although jeans and T-shirts seem to be popular with him. His, “Uniform,” if you can call it that, is comprised of a pair of metal sabaton like boots with heavy looking buckles, a pair of long, baggy black pants with numerous pockets, a long, unbuttoned red trenchcoat over a white, sleeveless shirt with the Praetor symbol branded on the center, a pair of heavy looking metal gauntlets, and numerous bandages wrapped around his skin, underneath the trenchcoat and white shirt.


Biography:


Talbot was born on July twenty first to a pair of loving, if odd, parents. This English couple had no magical talent between them, and as a result they were quite surprised to find that Talbot had such a strong affinity for magic—while it wasn’t necessarily unheard of for a magistra-gifted child to be born to completely ordinary parents, it was still unusual, and as a result they weren’t quite sure what to do with him. He spent his childhood facing, while not ridicule or scorn, exactly, solitude—the other children weren’t quite sure what to do with the boy, as he was too weak to play any of their games with them, and too strange to really be befriended by them. It was understandable, in a way—the boy was a Knight Candidate, and one way or another, wouldn’t be with them for long. So what was the point of making friends with him? Furthermore, children fear the different, and while they never directly bullied him for who he was, he was an outsider—someone who was different.

Talbot did well in school, and while he was arguably lonely for most of his life he eventually made a few friends. After graduating from High School and getting his basic education, it was requested by the Knights of Ancarth that he join them. He complied, and joined the Praetor Order, where he soon became famous for his skill with his Companions. Slowly, he’s begun to make friends and come out of his shell, to the delight of many. He’s often regarded as a possible future Circlet member due to his skill with a gun and high-level abilities, and most wonder why he doesn’t get his companions enchanted so that he can be more effective.

Despite the admiration of many for him, due to both his personality and his skill with his guns, he is still considered to have his faults, and is widely regarded to be a fool, a simpleton. Part of the reason for this is his honesty and, well, stupidity; his relationship with Will Testament being the other main cause. Nobody is quite sure why the polite, easily embarrassed, combat competent Praetor named Talbot is so often with Will Testament, a rather stoic and unpleasantly rude girl who seems to possess no skill for combat whatsoever, to the extent of people questioning her role as a Knight and wondering whether or not she actually has any magistra techniques to begin with. Those who care enough to investigate further usually come to the conclusion that they’re lovers, a not entirely unjustified, yet still wrong, belief. In truth, the two are considered combat partners by their superiors, with Will being more on the support side of things and Talbot being more of a front lines guy.

Personality:


Talbot is rather shy and innocent appearing. He’s easily embarrassed as far as girls are concerned, to the extent of being completely incapable of functioning socially when he’s talking to one, Will being the only real exception. His actions suggest that he wants to be a professional; someone who is calm and composed as far as his job is concerned. The only problem with this attempt is that he’s the last person in the world who could pull off that sort of appearance—due to either circumstance or his own awkwardness, the illusion he puts up is almost always annihilated. Simply put, his general appearance is that of someone who’s too nice and meek to be a true warrior. He doesn’t like hurting people, and is suspected to hold back when fighting other humans in mock battles, although this is partly due to the fact that his guns can’t really be used non-lethally. He rarely speaks, giving him a connection with Will—although most people believe that the two have different reasons for keeping their silence. While she, they believe, is a cold, heartless, emotionless stoic who chooses not to talk because it’s a waste to speak with the people she hates, he’s just too flustered and embarrassed to really voice his opinions, too awkward to really communicate efficiently—a belief heavily supported by all the stuttering and blushing that goes on when he does speak. He talks politely, often referring to his superiors, equals, and even inferiors as, “Sir,” or, “Ma’am,” and has a bad habit of apologizing to everyone for even the slightest, most forgivable or even unremarkable mistake. He generally acts with a kind of awkward kindness, saying things about how he wants what’s best for everyone and other optimistic, naive things. He talks a lot about helping other people and generally following the golden rule, and generally seems to be a rather naive and kind boy who acts a bit too young to be his real age.


Apparently, once in battle, things change dramatically. He loses all trace of personality, so focused on killing the enemy that he’s virtually unrecognizable. His killing intent can practically be felt for meters in every direction, and he generally acts with as little emotions as possible. He doesn’t speak unless necessary, and when he does he doesn’t seem to stutter, although he still refers to everyone as, “Sir,” or, “Ma’am.” He’s brutal and heartless, although this is more a result of his enemies not being human than his own innate cruelty, and many at this point start to understand (Incorrectly, as it so happens) why he hangs around with Will. Nobody is quite sure where this violent personality comes from, although many believe it to be a result of some forbidden training his superiors have been putting him through (Also incorrect, as it so happens.)

Combat Information

Companion Type:

He wields three Colt Peacemakers, one modified to be lighter (Resulting in less power and speed, more recoil, but granting him an advanced level quick draw ability), the second modified to be heavier (Resulting in more power and speed, and also more recoil, but making it slower to draw,) and the third completely normal, at least as far as modifications go. All three are undecorated and look to be made of stainless steel, and only by holding them can one tell them apart. This is intentional on Talbot’s part, mind you—high level fighters would be capable of determining the trajectory of the shots with far more ease if the three guns looked different, even when he switched which hands he was carrying them with or which two of the three guns he was using. Furthermore, the three revolvers—and more specifically, their modifications—give him a fighting style that would be impossible with conventional weapons.

Companion Name:

The three as a group are typically referred to by him as, “The Lucifer Revolvers,” with the lightest named Cassius, the middle named Judas, and the heaviest named Brutus.

Companion Special Abilities: Not Applicable.

Knight Magistra:

Talbot is renowned for his gun slinging skills. To put it simply, his ability to quick draw one of his revolvers is literally unmatched, and he has the aim and stability to go with it. This is due almost entirely to his Magistra abilities, of course, which allow him to react and move faster than any ordinary human ever possibly could. But there’s more to his skill than just the speed at which he draws his guns, or the accuracy with which he hits his targets. Even more surprising is his uncanny ability to ricochet bullets off of each other—he can hit his own bullets—or those shot by others—with his other bullets, allowing him to pull off nearly impossible moves. When combined with his quick-draw technique, he’s an incredibly deadly and potent fighter. And as if his skill with a gun wasn’t enough, he’s incredibly strong, fast, and durable as well, although must certainly not to the extent of any other Praetor—while he can take down almost any other knight in an unarmed, purely physical fight, even the weakest of the other Praetor will tower over him as far as sheer physical ability is concerned.

While Talbot is excellent at long ranged combat, when it comes to short ranged, he’s extremely, well…lacking. True, he can put up a fight, but as far as pure melee combat goes, he’s virtually useless against all but the weakest of enemies. Once an enemy gets too close to him, he has to rely almost entirely on Will to help him survive.

This said. His ability to survive is almost uncanny as his gunslinging skills. There are at least three accurate reports of him taking injuries almost guaranteed to kill off or at least painfully render immobile any normal Knight, and not only continuing to fight, but recovering with literal inhuman speed afterwards. One day his leg has been cut off, the next he’s back fighting again, although in reality the time between his recoveries is more along the lines of months than of days. Nobody is quite sure how he pulls this off, although healing Magistra is obviously involved somewhere. He’s curiously denied all requests for him to teach his technique, despite it obviously being capable of saving virtually all injured Knights. Many have suspected him of being a demon, although he’s sufficiently proven to them all, through the use of having holy seals and banishing spells used on him, that he’s one hundred percent human.

Order Magistra: Talbot is unable to use the Death Lotus technique. Nobody is quite sure why.

General Information

Name: William Testament, goes by, “Will.”

Order: Lionell

Apply for Circlet? No.

Gender: Female.

Age: Twenty three or so.

Appearance:

Will’s build, much like Talbot’s, is not going to impress anyone as far as combat is concerned. She is, for lack of a better word, absolutely scrawny. Just over five feet tall and weighing eighty, maybe ninety pounds, she has a sickly appearance, leading many to think that she was malnourished as a child. Seriously, she’s so small she can’t even drive legally, due to the weight restrictions on driving. She has extremely pale skin, almost blue—this is mostly a result of her being inside all the time—and seems to be almost anemic, based on how often she finds herself weak or tired. Her skin is relatively unmarred, possessing only a few scars or moles, and the best way to describe her build in general is, “Without muscle.” She’s as far from a Praetor as one can get without being dead or crippled. Her face is not particularly, “Cute,” as it’s much too serious and/or stoic to really be childlike, but it’s beautiful, in its own way, and certainly not ugly. Her expression is usually nonexistent, and when it does exist its usually when she’s angry—she possesses a cold anger that seems to burn even more than a fiery one. Her hair is long and black, going down to the centre of her back and usually being without style. Her blue eyes are not piercing, as one might assume, but rather just empty, without real focus—although one should never assume that she’s not paying attention just because of how her eyes look. Her nose is neither small nor particularly large, and her mouth is, while slightly smaller than usual, rather thin as well. Her cheekbones are prominent, as is her chin, and her entire face matches the rest of her body—it seems thin, sickly, and vaguely unsettling.

Her casual clothing usually consists of long, monochrome, and somewhat pretty dresses, and she typically doesn’t wear shoes while not training, fighting, or otherwise, “On the Job.” She likes wearing bracelets, apparently, and somewhat indulges her otherwise emotionless personality by wearing one or two occasionally.

Her, “Professional,” clothing consists of a long, hooded grey robe with the seal of the Lionell Order proudly displayed on her back. It looks almost monk-like in nature, and while it’s difficult to move around in, it offers, due to being her Companion, a rather high level of protection. Under this she usually wears a pair of Jeans and a T-shirt, mostly to preserve her dignity when she uses it.

Her presence is quiet, yet at the same time sharp—it feels like she doesn’t want to be noticed, and if you do so she’ll strike out at you, although of course this never actually happens. Her voice is also quiet, and she rarely speaks—though when she does, it’s usually serious and straight to the point, without any emotion or humanity. She generally looks at people coldly, and the overall impression of her is that she secretly hates everyone but is too professional to say so.

Biography:

Born to the rather wealthy, Magistra proficient Testament family, Will was trained practically since birth to be a Knight. Her father, James Testament, was a retired Knight, one who had left the Lionell order after receiving a rather nasty wound and an honorable discharge (Not from the same people, mind you. The wound was from a low-level demon, and the discharge was from the Knights.) He was fond of his girl, who was better inclined towards Knighthood than her two brothers, and made sure to treat her well throughout life, leading the rest of the family to believe (Not incorrectly, as it so happens) that she was his favorite. She went to a private school for up and coming Knights, made friends, and generally lived a good life.

Nobody is quite sure what triggered her descent into the state she’s in now. Perhaps the laughter she showed her friends was a lie and she was like that from the beginning, perhaps it just happened. Whatever the case, when she left her high school and joined the Knights, she slowly became less and less emotional, slowly became the person she is today. It started with melancholy, which lead to depression, which became apathy towards everything. The once cheerful girl, without any traumatic events at all, seemed to become completely stoic.

The real cause of this—the one that nobody really would expect—is that, upon leaving her friends, she had no means of making new ones. No way to become friends with others again. She had forgotten how to make friends, and that lead to her having none.

Furthermore, her brain began to change. Depression could be considered a disease of the brain in addition to the personality, and when her personality became depressed, her brain’s chemicals did as well. A chemical imbalance in her brain is the main cause of her melancholy, her stoicism, her depression, her apathy—and it pretty much ruined her life.

She seemed to lost all talent for combat, and began to spend more and more time alone, drifting further and further from the happiness that once overwhelmed her. She became focused and composed in her actions, making sure that everything she did was professional. She acted like a true soldier, like someone prepared for war—not like a teenager that was incapable of seeing bloodshed.

In the end, all traces of her personality were lost, and she was left as a machine, of sorts.

At some point, she met Talbot, and for whatever reason the two hit it off. They became nearly inseparable, and continue to be so to this day. Many rumors go around as to the source of this companionship—is Will bribing Talbot? Blackmailing him? Are they lovers? Or is it something else?
In truth, only a few people know the reason why the two are together, although the official excuse is that it’s for combat purposes—which is not necessarily a lie, admittedly.

Personality:

Will appears extremely emotionless, showing reaction to nothing other than orders and generally being a complete stoic. She reacts to virtually everything with the same quiet coldness, and is widely believed to be completely without humanity.

However, despite this lack of external emotion, internally she’s extremely emotional, to the extent of practically having a split personality. Her emotions aren’t exactly what one would expect of someone who has a hard exterior and a soft interior—she is still somewhat stoic, but cares more about other people than she lets on, and has some inner goodness that she finds hard to express. Her relationship with Talbot is the main way this hidden sympathy is shown—in truth, she really, truly cares about him, and feels incredibly remorseful for all the suffering he has to go through for her sake by default. The two share a special bond—not love or romance or even platonic affection, but a hidden secret that they share together, uniting them in a way that goes beyond the outside view of them. She doesn’t love him, and he doesn’t lover her, but she understands him, and he can say the same for her—perhaps not perfectly, but well enough that they can typically see how the other is suffering. It’d be a lie to say that Will is a complete stoic in other areas as well—she doesn’t know how to express or even understand her emotions, and they’re very much suppressed, but they’re still there. She apparently has a strong sense of justice, and while she isn’t as naive as Talbot, she is ultimately an optimist.

In addition to all of this, the girl is fairly lazy.. Not only does she refuse to do any work whatsoever if she finds it troublesome, she actively refuses to do anything she finds troublesome—be it listening to other people when they talk, standing, staying awake, or anything of the like. Well known to be a lounger, she can usually be found draped across furniture, the floor, trees, small conveniently placed rocks, and more often than not, Talbot himself.

Combat Information

Companion Type: A hooded grey robe that has the Lionell symbol on its back.

Companion Name: She hasn’t really named it, mostly due to not seeing the point in naming something that isn’t alive in some manner.

Companion Special Abilities:

The robe has three real functions.

Number one, it acts as clothing—something most people consider important in this day and age.

Number two, it acts as a sort of shield—using a high level spell, it completely absorbs various incoming, physical energies, spreading the damage across the entire robe and occasionally out the other end without Will coming to harm in the process. Thanks to the high-tech fibers the robe is made out of, it can withstand these blows with hardly a scratch, within reason. Basically, while normally a bullet proof vest would decrease the piercing value and not the force, this does both. Admittedly, it can be strenuous to have one’s entire cloak pressing inward on you after a particularly powerful blow, and the spell itself burns up massive amounts of energy and needs the user’s concentration to activate, so it’s entirely possible that it won’t help at all when sneak attacked or attacked by a high level demon. Still, it’s better armor than what most Knights get, thus giving her a slight edge over those around her.

Finally, the unique fibers can be controlled by Will, allowing her to use basically razor sharp wires spanning over an incredible distance to kill her enemies. True, without enough force these wires won’t cut through most enemies that she faces, and even then it might not kill them, but it certainly helps matters when she’s in a pinch and needs a quick weapon, or even to escape, as it’s more frequently used for.

Knight Magistra:

She possesses a rather unique Magistra known to a few as, “Orian’lachel Natasch du Und’age Ef’rayim,” or, “Oria,” for short. Despite Will not being particularly combat proficient, Oria is a high level technique that, while dangerous to cast, results in rather spectacular results. The spell is simple in its nature: By giving up her life force, she can gain knowledge. In short, in exchange for becoming weaker, she can learn things that would otherwise be impossible to find out. It’s worth mentioning that the Magistra isn’t universal in its nature—there are certain requirements that must be met before knowledge can be gained.

One, the Knowledge: The knowledge can only be gained from the knowledge that another human possesses. In short, she can’t scry knowledge that doesn’t exist, knowledge that isn’t known.

Two, the Ritual: The ritual to summon this knowledge is long and precise—any mispronounced word or altered rune will result in the casters painful demise.

Three, the Price: The cost of the spell is measured in one’s life force, taken in amount equal to the energy required to obtain and teach the knowledge. In other words, if the knowledge is easily gained or something that Will knows herself, then it’s practically free to cost. If its blocked by incredibly powerful mental and magical barriers, then Will might as well be slitting her own throat and get it over with.

If these three requirements are met, then practically any knowledge can be summoned, within reason.

It’s worth mentioning that using the spell has made her into the physically weak and sickly girl she is today.

Order Magistra: Conjuring: Mostly, she conjures knowledge using her Oria Magistra. Other than that, she knows the basics of conjuring, although she does seem to possess a skill for cutting off conjuring in the middle of the spell, allowing her to discern the location of the object without actively using any life force.

Basic Information

Name: Luke "Dragon" T'ae
Order: Praetor
Apply for Circlet? No
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-one
Appearance: Dragon is 5'9¼" in height with messy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and an average runner's built, showing just a bit of muscle. Like many of the Praetor order, Dragon has been wounded due to training or otherwise any kind of fighting, and so he has the marks to prove it, yet also retains a particular type of scarring that has been with him from an early age, before he joined the order. All through out his arms, chest, back, and parts of his face his skin appears stretched out and almost decaying looking, the after effects of fire that erupted along the surface of his skin many years ago. Before that happened, Dragon had average facial features, and when his skin was baby-smooth and his smile was wide and ever present, he often got confused for being much younger than he really was. There are still traces of his appearance from long ago underneath the harsh exterior, but they're not quite easy to acknowledge.

Although the scars can be a little distracting to those who have just met him, the rest Dragon's appearance is mild, with his attire falling more on the dull side, as he was never comfortable training in armor, even the light variety, and so wears plain clothes everywhere, even to battle. This can lead him to trouble, of course, and is the reason why he's gotten more injured than others when fighting. Due to the fact that his clothes most often will not display the isignia of his order, Dragon had it tattooed on the top left corner of his back.

Dragon also always carries with him a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, the contents being a journal, an old stuffed teddy bear without an arm, and a black and white photograph of a woman.

Biography:
"Will you beg?"
"For forgiveness? That's asking for too much."

Whether or not Dragon was born onto a family with the bloodline of one from the Praetor order is unknown. He never knew his parents.

From the information he managed (and bothered) to dig up through out the years, Luke T'ae was born on December 21st, 1990 to Korean-American parents, but some misfortune or another led the child to be placed in orphanages and foster homes at a very young age. As he was never a bright child in school and had trouble with self-identity, like many troubled kids Luke ended up running away from home at a young age, and this is far as he's cared to know about his past.

His memories are scattered and messy, a recollection of unimportant events that happened to him while growing up and trying to stay out of trouble and foster homes. None of that bears any importance or even interest as it was only when he began to know about those that possess powers of Magistra that his life took a new meaning. He did not came to know of his powers through a prophetic dream or a thrilling tale of events. Like many had before him, Dragon learned through sheer dumb luck, and the first of many mistakes he would commit through out his life.

At the age of fourteen, Dragon knew a boy who had discovered his powers of Magistra shortly after meeting him. Fire would dance away from his fingertips and follow his command. Dragon remembered being in awe at such a display, but also terrified that such powers could exist and what could be done with them. When he first saw the fire, he demanded to know where the power came from. He cornered a frightened young boy--just a year younger than he was--and yelled and screamed for an answer, but the boy could not speak a word of explanation. He clearly did not understand it either. Two terrified children, arguing and yelling in abandoned street corners will often result in trouble, but not in the way Dragon expected it. The more afraid the boy became and the more angry and distorted Dragon grew, the situation grew chaotic. Before he even knew what had happened, or how it had gotten to the point where he was grasping a sharp rock between his aching fingers, the boy lashed out at Dragon with his arms and his limbs. When Dragon first saw him move, he prepared himself to block away any strikes or kicks--but he got something much worst.

Fire clung to his clothes and latched onto the surface of his skin, devouring his shirt and trying to melt his face away. He tried to shield himself from the flames, but it grew near impossible. At some point or another, in between the terrifying screaming and anger, Dragon dashed away from another wave of fire. As the pain kicked in and shook his insides, Dragon ducked and leaped away from the damage, only to realize he was moving faster than the very flames that erupted all around him. In the midst of the chaos, Dragon managed to take the boy down fast enough that he never saw him coming; leaping at him with the rock still in his hand, bashing it down, and beating all that he saw until the fire died down, the burned tissue screamed in pain, and there was nothing left but ashes and red.

It was not a few days after the incident that the knights from the order of Praetor found the troubled Dragon and tried to teach him more than just the power that came with the order. Yet no matter what lesson was given to him, or how much he learned, as his power grew, he still harmed people in ways he never planned or meant to do. He feels compassion for others, and understands right from wrong--keeping him from being an nonredeemable psycopath--yet it means little to nothing when compared to his actions, all which begin with the incident involving just another innocent thirteen year old boy. Although he would never voice the question out loud he does wonder how, if ever, he could battle and vanquish the enemies of the knights and human kind, the ones made and rooted in darkness, if he isn't far from whatever evil they hold within themselves.

Personality:
Believing that the ends justify the means often refers to the brooding type of man or woman who has a noble cause hidden deep inside questionable, renegade actions and grey morality. If Dragon had a noble cause for half of the things he did, he could possibly be considered a consequentialist. He, however, has no moral-guided-quest in life and will never set a redemption quest to nullify what he has done through out his life. He has harmed others, even--or especially--the ones he loves, all for selfish reasons.

In the presence of other people, Dragon might appear like a trickster--a young man who is never fully serious and always has a smile painted on his smile. He attempts to set up a facade while still keeping certain elements of himself exposed, knowing that no one is truly successful in pretending to be a completely different person than who they really are.

Although at times bordering on the talkative side, Dragon is always open and willing to listen to others, asking people questions, some even bordering on personal (something that seems to anger the silent, loner type who don't wish to reveal anything about themselves to strangers). He has always had a high degree of selfishness and believes no one can truly be good and honorable, even if some hide away their demons better than most.

Above all else, he learns and listens, his curiosity never ending.

Combat Information

Companion Type: Dragon uses a kusarigama, the blade being at around 12 inches long and the chain being 11.5 feet. Deadly weapons held and manipulated by a chain have always been among his favorite, to a point where he first wanted to learn how to use a flail and a double headed meteor hammer before developing his talent in the kusarigama. Although fairly proficient with it (which is not to say he doesn't get cut sometimes by his very own blade) Dragon also carries with him a crossbow, which, though he has taken an interest to, has been a been difficult for him to learn how to use. He hopes to develop his skill with it in due time, or maybe find someone who can teach him how to use it.

Companion Name: N/A. He decided not to name his weapons, feeling such a small, near insignificant action could cause trouble for him later on, as most small actions seem to eventually do.

Companion Special Abilities:
- Kusarigama: Dragon's primary weapon helps him in that both the blade and the chain can reach absurdly levels of sharpness and cut through almost anything provided the frequency in the movement is high enough. As it serves almost as an extension of his arm, Dragon has been able to wrap the chain around someone's body and--if he moves it fast enough--force it to cut the person's limbs, torso, and any other area it was touching. The end of the blade has an impeccable precision and will always be aimed at someone's vital organ. If he manages to pierce through someone's chest and reach the heart, Dragon would be able to yank out the very organ due to both the frequency and accuracy of the kusarigama.

- Crossbow: Whatever arrows are fired with the crossbow will explode on impact with their target or anything they hit. Although the explosion is rather small, it can still cause collateral damage.

Knight Magistra: A bit on the dull side but still effective for him, Dragon's personal knight magistra is token for the people in his order; superhuman speed. Discovered at an early age and developed over his life with the order, Dragon has learned that his speed comes in short, quick bursts that leave him depleted if not managed correctly. Long lasting stamina is not on his side, but he moves and runs fast in short time and distances. When being caught in a long battle, Dragon may be able to learn how to pace himself and keep up a good fight, but he will end feeling depleted and probably unable to move for a short while. That is why when he fights, he chooses to do so as quickly as possibly, choosing agility and speed over brute force or long drawn out strategies when in the field. This is also why he particularly likes the usage of his simple sweep-and-slash kusarigama.

Order Magistra: Using the order magistra of the praetor's has become a bit of a difficulty for Dragon and not an ability he has grasped onto completely. Although it does come to him in short flashes at the most random moments (and all completely involuntarily), the second he sees the death of a man or woman in battle, he feels an almost crippling pain hitting him through out every inch of his body, forcing him to collapse on his knees and try to hold himself together. This keeps him from ever being able to put use to the ability, as well as having introduced a bit of a fear along with it. The pain seems to vary--sometimes it feels like daggers digging into his chest, other times like electricity shaking him to the core, the first time it even felt like drowning--but he does find it odd that it has yet to elicit any type of burning sensations. To make up for it however, he has a slightly more mild version of the talent which he uses in battle. Dragon can calculate probabilities of actions executed by an opponent in the same way others in his order can see the death of someone. They come as short, two second visions. It's an extension to something most soldiers can do, which is just to watch a fighter's moves and make an accurate prediction of what they will do next. A probability is measured. His mind processes little details, every single second that could lead to a changing variable, and then picks the truth out of that. Of course, this is changeable. Change the variables, change the probability, change the entire outcome. To Dragon, it all shows up like numbered steps, and he uses it to evade and counter-attack in the battle field.

Name: Luna Andreasson
Order: Order of Lionell
Apply for Circlet: No
Gender: female
Age: 23
Appearance:http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...ndril/Luna.jpg

Not prone to showing off, Luna wears a knee-length one-piece dress of simple black and off white colors, with little to no accessories but for small stylish tassels of bronze color that her mother made for her. She wears knee-high black boots to avoid skinning her knees when she inevitably has a dizzy spell and falls down, another reason why her attire also has long sleeves and a high collar. She keeps her light hazel-colored hair long, partially held back by a black ribbon, a gift from her father before she left. Her pale complexion, clothing and hair color make her otherwise regular blue eyes stand out all the more, drawing attention to her soft features and easy smile. Although opinions on her looks vary, most agree she is easy on the eyes and often manage to add a bit of red to her features by making her blush. She is thin by the combination of training exercise and diet, perhaps partially due to her health issues, but not enough to have problems with that side of the weight scale either, having veritable hawks watching over her to make sure she remains fit and as healthy as possible. All in all, she easily passes as any young adult female seen anywhere, coupled with her rather short stature at 5'5", most probably a secretary or student...until she calls upon her bow or rolls a boulder over you.

Personality:
A quiet person, Luna is not prone to outbursts of any kind. She is somewhat shy around large amounts of people, her habit of chewing on her lower lip being a prime example of stress or unease, but never refuses friendship when offered. Easy to get along with once you take the time to know her, she is a good listener and always manages to have the right word for the occasion. Her condition sometimes makes her lose focus in what she is doing or saying, and it is not to be mistaken for being haughty or aloof, but simply trying to catch her breath or get over a dizzy spell.

Although trained and raised to be a Knight of the Order, Luna is not a combat-minded person and will try to resolve issues peacefully when able. She will not charge head first into a situation without weighting the possible options at her disposal, before committing to the fight . Of course, a demon or other threat is less likely to receive that treatment and she is not above shooting a known problem should it threaten her or her friends. Of course, given the chance, she would prefer to avoid the fight altogether, but that is rarely a luxury she can have.

Bio:
She started out as a common child to an average family, with common wages in an equally nondescript neighborhood. Her mother was a history teacher while her father was an accountant, both loving and attentive, raising their single daughter as best they could. She started ballet young, her mother taught her sewing and told her stories of mythological heroes before bed while her father would cook with her and drive her to sleepovers. Everything a young child would normally do and none would be the wiser about the secrets held. You see, her parents KNEW. They were part of those that supported the knights in their tasks. Not fighting in the front like their ancestors did, but now forming what little backbone the disjointed organizations could muster to supply and communicate with themselves. They did not want their daughter to grow up like them, knowing that the things in the night, monsters and demons, that those stories were real. They wanted her to live oblivious, happy, unafraid of every shadow... It was a selfish wish and they knew it. The closest Order that had members in their city, Praetor, wished to screen every child of even the most remotely linked to one of the ancient families, to see if they could be groomed for the coming times.

As Luna was still young, she was to be gently tested in various ways to determine what potential she had, if any. She was agile, but not overly so. She did not seem to be particularly devout or interested in the occult and it did not seem she would be of any worth to any order, other than as a supporting role, as her parents were. She was to be dismissed to the relief of her parents, when a patrol group returned to the Order's hideout. One of their number unsummoned one of his weapons, not knowing or caring that un-initiated civilians were present. Luna, seeing this magic for the first time, immediately beamed at the sight and started yammering about magic tricks and random bits of legends and lore her mother had told at her.

The elders and her parents shrugged, already spinning a story on how they could explain this to the girl, that was not a problem since she was young and would forget eventually. They changed their tune when Luna made the man's weapon reappear, to clatter on the ground to the surprise of all. There was an awkward silence as everyone looked at Luna trying to pick up the man's sword and hand it to him. The young man, likely thinking she was already part of the order, bent down to take the sword and ask her: "Why thank you for returning my sword, do you have something of your own that you can call up and show me?" The innocent request made Luna ponder, thinking about everything she owned but not finding anything that was as heavy or impressive as a sword. Then she figured she could just make one up! Or better yet, call up the sword of one of those legendary people. That would be an impressive sword! Before anyone could understand what was happening or what Luna was mumbling about, she did just that, summoning forth a sword out of thin air, more detailed and intricate than anything those in the room had ever seen. Then Luna collapsed with the sword falling next to her.

She was rushed to the hospital, and only later were her parents told she had anemia and was receiving a transfusion. The thing was, Luna never had anemia, it was not a family problem nor had she other illnesses that would cause it. The timing was not a coincidence, and her earlier "trick" was clearly the cause of her sudden ill. It was one of the elders of the Praetor that shed some light on the matter. Being a master smith and quite knowledgeable about weapons and their lore in general, he did some research on what Luna had actually materialized. Turns out she had called forth something that was thought not to exist outside of myths. Gram, the sword of the sun wielded by Sigurd in the ancient Völsunga saga, a sword that had enough legends on it to have details only the original would have, which the blade processed. This sudden manifestation, not unlike the Lionell ability to call forth objects, was what had caused her sudden illness and repeated use of such uncontrolled power would kill her.

It was from that day forward, a week before her 8th birthday, that Luna was to be a member of the Order of Lionell, for training and supervision. Her innate ability to use the Order's power was not unheard of, but her level of ability with it was something else. That first dramatic conjuration she did would leave her anemic for the remainder of her life, leaving her frail and prone to sickness. Her current caretaker and supervisor is a certain Oswald Haverty, who would sooner lock her up in a padded room than let her outside where she may get sick or faint without help nearby. To this day, she has been trained to control her thoughts to prevent such outlandish use of power and to hone all the latent skills that were unlocked since. Luna developed an affinity to earth magistra, and has learned to use her conjuring and magistra together to create marvelous items too dangerous for her conjuring alone and impossible for regular magistra to replicate. It was from her combined talents that she made her companion item which she carries to this day.


Companion Type:
- Enchanted Clothing
- Enchanted Yumi-type bow
Companion Name:
- "Golden Fleece" Armor
- "Gae Dearg" Bow
Companion Abilities:

- The former is named after the key object in the epic of Jason and the Argonauts. It is a set of clohing, including a white and black dress, high black boots and simple ornaments. She made the clothes herself, slowly and evenly imbuing the clothing with magistra while conjuring the powers of the legend. These clothes can change appearance and coloring, but will never become a suit of armor or a negligible piece of cloth. It can change into pants and shirt for example, change color and detail, gain the rigidness of leather or the softness of silk. Beyond these meager abilities and more in line with the legend, the suit can make the wearer float, bearing one aloft like the Golden Ram did. It is not flight, can only bear one aloft a few feet off the ground and cannot be used extensively, but it grants the normally frail Luna a chance to skim around swiftly and dance as she used to when young, to escape ground-based obstacles like ice and lighten her body to compensate for a heavy load.

- Her low stamina and frail constitution preventing weapons requiring strenuous activity, Luna has trained in the use of a bow and has been given an enchanted weapon when she passed initiate levels. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...i-p1000624.jpg Her aim is true with her chosen weapon and coupled with her ability to change the terrain to suit her needs, she is a deadly opponent. She named it after a spear used by Diarmuid Ua Duibhne of the Fenian Cycle, that is said to be able to bypass all enchantments on contact. Shots fired from the bow, no matter the origins of the arrow, are able to penetrate magistra-enhanced defences as if they were not there, dispelling them for as long as contact is maintained, forcing defenders to use their skill and the original defensive qualities of their armaments. The arrows have increased impact as well due to reinforcement, but are unlikely to pierce thick slabs of iron, although regular plate armor fares much worse. The bow itself is reinforced with her own powers, able to withstand blows as would a solid steel rod.

- The last item, the one which caused her life to change, is of course Gram. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...ndril/Gram.jpg Although she did call it forth, she has no real skill with swords and currently does not have it in her possession. It is said the weapon is in the hands of the Circlet, who are to determine the use of such a fabled weapon and who should be the one to wield it. Luna does not expect to be chosen to wield the blade in all honesty. It is said to be the greatest of enchanted swords rivaling the greatest of holy blades...

Knight Magistra: Earth Elemental powers.
Luna has the ability to control earth and earth-like matter in a localized area. Turning ground to mud, raising small hills, walls, throw rocks and make items from earth is her calling, which she uses in crafting or to enhance an item's natural qualities. Iron can be be made more dense, steel to weight less or mud to be stickier.

Order Magistra: Conjuration
A natural at invoking the Order's power since a young age, despite not having any prior training. She is able to summon mundane items like forks to complicated objects like clocks and into the large category such as motorbikes. Although she has not tried to call forth another mythical weapon, Luna is quietly certain that she could once more, although the cost could possibly kill her...

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Members of the Circlet

1. Reserved
2. Reginalt the Silent
3. Reserved
4. Saint Alicia
5. Ania Wolfgang
6. Diego the Plaguebringer
7. Vanessa Harrow
8. Reserved
9. Ludwig The Glassforger
10. Sera The Lightbringer

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Non-Player Characters

There are three main groups of supernatural enemies that a knight may encounter; the Undead, Demons, and the Fallen. All of them, while different, do share a similar trait; Darkness. This darkness makes them inherently the enemies of mortal-kind, from humans to insects, as they wish nothing but absolute rule over hell, the mortal plane, and heaven.

The Undead



The undead are many and possess skills that makes even the stalwart demon-slayer hesitate in their presence. They all share similar traits, but there are noteworthy subgroups among the undead.

Undead Traits
• Non-living: Healing does not work on undead, as the negative energies that keep them 'alive' reject the positive energies from healing.
• Critical Immunity: The undead lack the need of vital organs, keeping them around more or less to provide more cushion before being destroyed. Due to this, hitting them in vital areas such as the heart does not do anything additional and they often keep coming.
• Poison & Disease Immunity: Their organs have stopped working, making poisons and diseases obsolete.
• Infinite Stamina: Like the most scary thing among the undead besides critical immunity is their ability to keep an infinite supply of stamina. They do not sleep, eat, drink, or tire.

Undead Types

The Hoard
The Hoard is a group of undead that is commonplace among stories and games, from the zombie to the skeleton, they are all low-sentient but numerous creatures. Likely the only difference being is that zombies can range from sluggish to sprinters, depending on their injuries before death. They are brought back using negative energy that make up the layers of Hell.

Revenant
Revenants are powerful types of the Hoard that have been possessed by Spirit Demons, either of zombie or skeleton corpses, but more commonly skeletons. They are normally seen with blades and some sort of armor, making them great melee opponents, but sometimes can get lucky and catch the Spirit Demon possessing a new corpse. Beware, however, even if you can catch one being newly possessed and without weapons - they are still physically powerful.

Lich
The second most feared undead is the dark magician that has been granted darkness from demons. Through ritual and a blood oath that binds their souls, these powerful skeletal magi are not to be underestimated. Thankfully, despite popular myths, not all Liches possess a phylactery. The ones that do are likely among the most powerful of their kind.

• Phylactery: Not much is known about these dark artifacts, but what is known is that they house the soul of the Lich in question, so if their body is destroyed, they may seek another one out until this 'Soul Jar' is destroyed.

Vampire
Undoubtedly the King of the Undead. These rare individuals have done something so dark and twisted it cannot be called anything but an abomination. Vampires are the result of when a human or one of the Fallen have merged their souls with that of a demon. This results in a strange, but very powerful creature. Most traits that vampires have are symbolic, coming from their twisted soul's darkness, rather than scientific biology.

• Sun Weakness: Nullifies infinite stamina and all powers besides mist whenever it can see the sun. Since sun symbolizes life and the vampire is effectively dead, it weakens them.
• Blood-Drinker: An ironic symbolic relationship between the dead and the living that requires the vampire to feed on the living. Without it, they become weaker and if left unchecked, they become so weak as to mimic paralyzation. They cannot died from starvation from blood.
• Heart Weakness: If staked through the heart with wood, the vampire becomes paralyzed. However, the more powerful the vampire, the more the wood must be symbolic for the individual vampire. One example is say the individual merged their soul with a demon while in the bath with a rose in the room. The slayer would then have to dip the wood in water that has rose petals. The least reliable way of defeating a vampire.
• Enhanced Strength & Speed: Vampires gain a great amount of energy from the merge, resulting from strength that is able to bend solid steel blades and the ability to run as fast as a healthy horse.

Demons



Demons come in many forms and have plagued the mortal world for as long as anyone can remember, all the way back into the days of Ancarth the Fifth. These beings of darkness think of nothing else but to rule the mortal world and the heavenly realm and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Demon Traits
• Inhuman Strength & Endurance: The strength of any demon, no matter how harmless-looking they are, far outweighs that of any normal human. Their endurance is legendary, though their pools of stamina are not infinite.
• Darkness Affinity: All demons have an affinity to the darkness, granting them resistance to darkness-like powers and abilities and granting them complete vision in the darkness.
• Hardened Skin: Demon skin is renowned to be as strong as any steel made, which both serves as effective armor if one is willing to skin one after battle and an armor replacement for living demons.

Demon Types

Warrior
Warrior demons are the generic-type demons most will run into. Though not any less dangerous than you'd expect, they are the least powerful of all the demons, making up for most of the cannon-fodder.

• Melee Experts: Experts in melee combat, ranging anything from polearms to longswords.

Night Runners
Second to last, these demons are coated in pitch black and sprint at extremely fast speeds, matching that of a healthy horse at full gallop. Besides their speed, their hands are made of black steel-like metal that seems to be in the shape of a crescent moon.

Shadow Demons
Demons that have all but become the shadows of any world, able to shape shift into flat-like shadows objects. While not extremely strong (as far as demons go), they are more akin to assassins, sliding behind their opponent and striking with deadly force. They often use dark magic or dagger-like blades.

Spirit Demons
An unusual type of demon that is more akin to a ghost than a demon. While on the mortal plane they can become completely invisible and are the only demons with the ability to possess dead bodies and sometimes weak-willed living humans and animals. In Hell, they looked like a transparent blue warrior demon. However, don't fool yourself that they are weak, for they're at least as twice as strong as warriors, faster, and hold deadly spirit-poison blades.

Succubus / Incubus
The third most powerful type of demon, not because of their unusual strength for their size, or agility, but rather their natural and supernatural ability to seduce. Both the female and male versions use beauty of their natural forms that, while being demon-based, does look extremely attractive. They also employ supernatural abilities of seduction to conjure illusions in a dream-like state that mimics your deepest want and offers it to you. In this state, the demon is slowly absorbing your soul until you're nothing but an empty body.

Colossus Demons
Second most powerful and certainly the most visually frightening of all the demons. These demons are giants among demons and colossus beasts among men. Most of their power comes from the obvious strength and endurance of their size, often requiring at least a legion of knights to defeat.

The Awakened
The generals of Satan and even Satan can be considered one of the Awakened. These demons are beasts of pure darkness and power, ranging from full magi to melee fighters that can match a legion of Praetor Knights. It is hard to describe the Awakened, when each one is individual and with individual strengths. There's believed to be thirteen in total, including Satan.

The Fallen



The Fallen are those who were, once, warriors and saviors of heaven. They have since been corrupted by darkness and even though they are under the snare of Satan, still have ambitions to create their own immortal kingdom and destroy Hell and Heaven in the process.

Fallen Traits
• Darkness & Light Familiarity: These unique individuals, having come from holy heights to dark depths are familiar with both the light and the dark, making them not wholly immune, but resistant to both types.
• Corrupt: With a strange mix of divine origin and dark taint, these individual sustain themselves with nearly infinite pools of stamina, endurance, and strength.

Fallen Types

The Darkriders
The original fallen knights from when Ancarth the Fifth followed the Archangels into Hell. Though corrupted and tainted, these knights still hold onto gifts that were given to them by the gods, though they are powered by their own darkness and souls rather than divine might. The Darkriders are the elite of the forces of darkness, and are by far one of the hardest to defeat.

Archangels
The original ten Archangels that sought to destroy all and create their own kingdom. These tainted heavenly beings are as powerful as they are beautiful. Though no one is sure what they are capable of, if anything anymore.

Written by Lydyn.

Disclaimer :c

Alot of stuff is still in the works but I wanted to stop procrastinating and get something out there for those who showed interest in this RP. I did promise a few things such as a list of Gods the Knights follow but have not had the time to draft or conceptualize this. Alot of the grammatical errors found in this post will be cycled through and cleaned out to the best of my ability. Please bear with me as I attempt to create the best experience for everyone, thank you!.

[Lydyn]

Lyna Bross

Apply for Circlet: Yes, though Lyna is a bit introverted, she would want it.
Order: Ecclesia
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: What one may call the image of a warrior, at least in body. She has toned muscles and a focused gaze on anything she sets her mind to. With paler skin than normal (often mistaken for an albino) and black hair, she is a rare beauty that stands out in a crowd, tattoos of red adorning her face on the right side and both of her arms and legs with what most would mistaken as fancy designs. Her most shocking feature is her icy-blue eyes. On her right forehead is the insignia of the Ecclesia Order.
Biography: Lyna's story starts with an unusual state of affairs. Most bloodlines have existed for ages and are passed down from father to son, mother to daughter, and the orders keep within their own. Sometimes though, whether it be fate or by divine judgement, a new bloodline is ignited and given holy powers and Lyna happens to be one of the few.

Her life started normally, having a happy childhood and having an unusual fascination with words and fantasy worlds where magic was commonplace and dragons would stretch against the blue sky. She decided in high school to become a writer and began planning her first book, going through college to get a creative writing degree. At the age of twenty-one, she finally published her first complete book and gained a measure of fame that is uncommon for first time writers. This allowed her the special privileged of making a living as a writer and she gladly accepted.

When she turned twenty-two however, things changed drastically when a lose warrior demon had sensed the blood in her and tried to take it from her. It was mostly in thanks to the Holy Seal that the demon was banished and destroyed, even if barely, but she soon discovered there was an entirely new world right under her nose. She still thanks the heavens that it happened in an alleyway away from prying eyes.

Always with a strong moral compass, she went about training herself to battle these foes and has made an incredible leap in her abilities when she discovered she was able to scribe runes both on surfaces and in the air. Since then, she has battled a few demons to gain experience, but was ultimately recognized by the Order of Ecclesia for her unique ability to scribe more than just the Holy Seal. After some time as an initiate, the order had come to the conclusion that her ability to scribe the Holy Seal with a decent amount of success was because of her innate Magistra.

It's been a year since her first entry into the order and has displayed an uncanny talent in scribing the angelic language. Now past the initiation stage of her life within the order, she has been sent to Eastern Europe, to a small town called East Belleviah. It was a bit of a culture shock, coming from a bigger town, but she's since found it quaint and homely.

Personality: Lyna is easy-going and laid-back on most occasions, but possess the mentality to become very serious when danger rears it's head. She is a thinker as she must be to enact her ability, as it's based on passion, focus, and logic at the same time. Still, she isn't afraid to smile when something is funny and thinks before speaking. Also more of an introvert, perfectly fine to keep to herself and only have a few friends, making her lifestyle as a (unofficial) knight easier. She has began developing her confidence recently and has made leaps from where she once was.

Combat Information

Companion Type: Her companion is a longsword with a silver & white hilt, but etched with eight separate runes, in which the first is always glowing dimly even in sunlight.

Orungon'Gisgna
(Gisgna for short)

Companion Special Abilities: Able to activate each rune for more abilities, in which only up to the third rune has been activated thus far.
• Orgon'Dontal: Firm. This rune maintains the blade at all times, making it impossible or nearly impossible to destroy or even rust.
• Telun'Vangraph: Wave. With the command word "wave," Lyna can activate this rune to swing the blade and create a wave of force from the blade. This force isn't deadly in of itself, but it's the magnitude that gives Lyna an advantage.
• Ordonmed'Famgisg: Frost. Used by itself, it coats the weapon in frost which then chills the target's blood, which ultimately reduces stamina and reduces the body's heat. Used with Wave, it can produce a wave of frost which can range from chilling the target's body to encasing it in ice, depending on the strength of the opponent.

Companion's History: Gisgna is an usual blade because of one simple fact; it was made by the user and not given by a higher power directly. The blade was simply a silver sword until Lyna dreamt one night of the runes in which to inscribe the blade with. Ever since placing the runes on the blade, it has come to a sort of subtle sentience.

Combat Prowess: Lyna in her natural state is a talented fighter and a learned swordsmen. However, with the additional runes etched into her skin, she is able to sprint, react, and move faster and focus easier on martial movements. This makes her noticeably better than most, but still not near the height of the Order of Praetor.

Knight Magistra: Enochian Runes. Lyna's Magistra comes in the form of Angelic Runes, which each have different effects depending on the rune itself. It requires a finger to quickly scribe the rune within the air or on a surface and complete it's equation before the effect will take place, driven by a floodgate of divine energy. This technique requires passion to channel the divine energy, focus to create the rune, and logic to learn and understand how the calculations of the rune actually work. If studied, the runes themselves are a mixture of symbology and math and Lyna is the first to practice this art.

Order Magistra: The Order of Ecclesia boasts the Holy Seal, in which Lyna's Enochian Runes are closely related to. For Lyna, it is a strong ability because it so closely relates to her own Magistra, but isn't practiced or used nearly as much as her runes.

[Discord]

Basic Information

Name: Vanessa Harrow
Order: Drenoth
Apply for Circlet: Yes. It is a goal that she has been seeking to obtain for quite some time.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: Vanessa is rather tomboyish in appearance. Her ivory locks do not cascade down her shoulders, but are instead short-cropped and rest just beneath her ears. However, they are still pristine and possess a luster that rivals that of runway models. When caught in the light, blonde highlights glimmer beneath her platinum strands. Vanessa's hair frames an oval-like face with strong, high cheekbones and a rather rugged jawline with an indentation in her chin. Piercing jade eyes rest below a light dusting of wispy eyebrows, and above an average nose. Her ruby red lips provide a pleasing contrast to her creamy, off-white skin and dull white, teeth.

Vanessa's smooth neck reveals an almost imperceptible larynx that produces a rich, alto voice. Her frame is lithe and petite, with narrow, bony shoulders leading down to toned arms that belie her strength. Her breasts are average in size; large enough to identify her as a female, but small enough as to go unnoticed. Her ribs are slightly visible if her clothing is removed, as is her toned stomach. Her less-than-shapely hips rest atop thin, muscular legs and diminutive size 6 feet. Vanessa stands at 5'6, and weighs approximately 120lb.

Vanessa dresses in all black leather armor from head to toe, including black leather gloves and combat boots. Underneath this armor, the knight wears a black tunic and black leggings. Her Drenoth insignia is stitched into the right shoulder of her armor and tunic, and is also tattooed in black ink on the bare skin of the same shoulder. While this leather armor provides more protection than no armor at all, it definitely pales in comparison to metal armor. However, this it allows Vanessa a much greater amount of stealth, speed, and flexibility, which are all necessary to her fighting style. Vanessa also keeps a normal wardrobe of jackets, jeans, T-shirts, and sneakers for when she needs to blend in among humans.

Biography: Vanessa was born on December 13 in 1992 into the Harrow bloodline of the Knights of Ancarth. This particular bloodline is one of the most renown families of the knights. They almost always have a member or two of their family in the Circlet. More importantly, they are known for having generations and generations of knights in the Order of Ecclesia, and also for their disdain of those within the Order of Drenoth.

From the time that she was small, Vanessa's mother began her training in the techniques and methods of Ecclesia. She taught her prayers, chants, and incantations. However, she could barely grasp even the most basic of them. Her mother still maintained hope that she would improve when her Magistra manifested itself.

One dark day, Vanessa was sitting alone in her room studying a tome of Angelic writings when she heard the whispers of a dark voice. She became dizzy, and felt a rush of energy release itself from a hidden area of her mind. Her mother walked in on her making shadow puppets on the wall...except she wasn't using a flashlight. In fact she wasn't moving at all. At first, her mother thought that she had developed Light Manipulation, one of the most revered Ecclesian Magistras.

When Vanessa's mother noticed her daughter's lack of movement, she was consumed by horror and disgust as realization slowly dawned on her. She seized Vanessa by the wrist and brutally whipped her. She locked her in a closet and left her there for days at a time. Time and time again, she would ask her to perform the prayers, and to exhibit some sort of Ecclesian Magistra; even one that hadn't been seen yet. Then, she would repeat the process until Vanessa was left broken and helpless.

Eventually, Vanessa's mother abandoned her on the doorstep of a well-known Drenoth household. The eccentric couple took her in and raised her as their own daughter. They could not believe their luck, as the wife of the household was infertile. They trained her in their arts, and allowed her to grow and flourish under their guidance. They took her to the Master of Arms, and her daggers were crafted for her and imbued with her magical energy in order to manifest their abilities.

Now, Vanessa serves as a Drenoth Knight, wandering her way through life and trying to fix what was broken inside of her.

(Note: I know this sucks, but I hate backstories, so please bear with me. XD If it is insufficient, please let me know and I'll add to it or take away from it. I'll probably edit it when the OOC comes out and I have more to work with/add to it.)

Personality: Vanessa is a tortured soul hiding behind a mask of cold indifference and professional efficiency. On the outside, the knight is cool, calm, and collected. She will not hesitate to provide a well-calculated rebuttal to anything that could be even remotely construed as hostility. Because of her abilities, she is left with a broad arsenal of personal weaponry to use against others. Vanessa does not do well in social situations, and mostly prefers to keep to herself. She does not readily volunteer any information about herself, and prefers to keep everyone at arm's length with biting remarks and outwardly exhibiting little care for their well-being.

Underneath this cold exterior, Vanessa is hurting. She was emotionally damaged by the harsh rejection she received from her family when they learned that she was destined for the order of Drenoth, and the verbal and physical abuse she experienced from them as well. She has many issues with her concept of self-worth, and often times entertains thoughts of suicide. The only aspect of herself that she sees as worthy of praise is her aptitude as a knight. That is why she trains incredibly hard and seeks to become a member of the Circlet.

Deep down, Vanessa is lonely and she is seeking someone who can gaze past the mask she wears and see who she is on the inside. She wants to experience love and friendship, but she is unable to let down her guard for fear of getting hurt. She needs someone to teach her how, someone she can open up to and share parts of herself with. Only then can she move past what her family has done to her. Once she opens up to someone and they gain her trust, she will be loyal to them without fault. However, if her trust is broken, it is virtually impossible to win back.

Despite her inner turmoil, Vanessa is able to find peace through a combination of nature and artistic ability. She is absolutely captivated by the beauty of nature. The babbling of a brook is like music to her ears, and the iridescence of the rising sun leaves her breathless. When the pressure of her own mind becomes too much, she simply finds a place laden with natural beauty, and either sketches, paints, or draws what she sees. Through this, she is able to reach a mental state of peace for a short while. This is why she detests urban areas, and is much more moody and volatile when in cities. She is not as controlled, and is even sharper with her words.

(Note: I will most likely be editing this over time as I flesh out more aspects of her personality and she grows throughout the story. This is the case with most of my characters. As you can imagine, it can become a big mess. XD)

Combat Information

Companion Type: Vanessa's companions are twin daggers. They are colored completely black, except for a silver etching of their names into the blade in Enochian (angelic) runes. (This is Vanessa's humorous display of irony...heheh.) The hilts of the daggers are six inches in length, and two inches in diameter. They also have a metal appendage protruding from the end of the hilt shaped into the form of the Drenoth insignia. There is also a slot right beneath this appendage that the other dagger may be inserted into. The guard is four inches wide, one inch in length, and two inches thick. It is simple and metallic. The actual blade is nine inches in length. Its width begins at three inches, but gradually narrows until it comes to a sharp point at the tip of the dagger. It is thin enough to slide between the ribs of a petite woman.

When the Drenoth insignia of both daggers are inserted into each others' slots, the hilts extend and grow, creating a double-bladed sword staff. All attributes of the weapon remain the same; the middle simply grows until the entire weapon is five feet tall.

Companion Name: When separate, the names of the daggers are "Folly" and "Hubris" respectively. However, when they are combined, they are called "Acumen".

Companion Special Abilities: The names of these weapons provide a subtle hint as to what their powers might be.

Folly: Folly reveals the shortcomings, errors, weaknesses, and negative aspect of a person, animal, object, etc. Vanessa need only have the weapon on her person and be in physical contact with what she is trying to analyze in order to glean this information. Only one object/person's folly can be held at one time, and is forgotten within thirty minutes. Vanessa can use these follies to her advantage. Folly has revealed a certain level of sentience with time, reveling in the weaknesses that it uncovers.

Hubris: Folly's sister blade is quite similar in nature. However, instead of revealing the "follies" of something or someone, Hubris reveals their strengths, successes, and the positive aspects of them. The method of operation is the same. Only one object/person's hubris can be held at one time, and is forgotten within thirty minutes. Vanessa can use their own "hubris", confidence, and strength to her advantage. Hubris has also developed a sentience much like folly. However, Hubris is the positive to Folly's negative, and enjoys learning about the good aspects of others.

Acumen: When combined, the twin daggers Hubris and Folly form the swordstaff Acumen. Acumen possesses the abilities of both blades, allowing it to provide Vanessa with a complete understanding of something. She will know it/them inside and out. Acumen has an internal memory, instantly recalling all aspects of the knowledge that it absorbs. Acumen is essentially an archive that Vanessa may call upon.

Vanessa can also transfer any bit of information to someone by touching them with one of Acumen's blades. It views the information with a neutral indifference in its sentience. Because of its vast amount of knowledge, Vanessa has difficulty controlling this weapon, and has to be careful not to be consumed by the constant pulse of knowledge. She is still training with it and learning how to sort and categorize everything. Unless Acumen is activated, Vanessa cannot access its memory.

Knight Magistra~Shadowmancy: Vanessa was blessed with a rare Magistra that she has named "Shadowmancy". Vanessa can manipulate and bend shadows and darkness to her will. She can use this ability in a variety of ways, from concealing herself to hardening shadows into solid entities for offensive and defensive techniques. Vanessa can also use her manipulation of shadows to create illusions by indirectly bending light using darkness. Darkness and light share an undeniable equilibrium, and Vanessa has simply made this connection. However, it is slightly more difficult and complex to create illusions with this technique, and thus is difficult for her to control at this time. Vanessa can even go so far as to manipulate the "shadows" inside of a person's mind, making their dark thoughts more prominent and malicious, causing nightmares, and bringing torturous revelations.

Order Magistra: Vanessa has learned the art of Demonization through her training as a member of the Order of Drenoth. The knight simply brings forth the memories of her abuse and rejection, and transfers this into a dark, boiling rage and hate. She transforms herself into a terrifying demon. Her platinum locks turn black as night, and her hair grows down to the middle of her back. The sclera of her eyes turn black, and her iris turns blue. She has no pupal. Her skin turns a ghastly gray shade, she grows fangs and clawed hands and feet, and black bat wings sprout from her back. Her Shadowmancy becomes much more potent, and allows her to create semi-sentient shadow entities to battle for her. Vanessa can only hold this transformation for ten minutes at most, and it leaves her completely drained and exhausted until she has rested. It is a last resort weapon.

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Question #1: Are you planning on adding any more Order Magistras? If you aren't, are we allowed to come up with our own that we could pool together in a sort of "master list", and we'd only be allowed to have three of them? It would take some pressure off of you and allow for a more "player-involved" touch to the game. Just a suggestion. If I'm needlessly rambling, my apologies lol.

Question #2: Are you planning on adding a god of Darkness or something along those lines? I was thinking of mentioning that this god was whispering to Vanessa and she received her powers from him/her/it.

Thanks! And let me know if my CS is okay.

EDIT 2:

EDIT: Question #3: (They just never stop do they? XD) Are we allowed to claim a position as a member of the circlet? I don't particularly care which position, I would just like to be a member. Could it be like a first come first served type deal? If not, could we earn the position through RP? Just wondering. I wanted to make Vanessa a member, but I wasn't sure if you had the whole Circlet thing reserved for other people or something like that.

This question is no longer relevent

EDIT:Question #4: You probably hate this question, but when do you plan on starting, and on what scenario? I just like to plan things early. If you don't know it's perfectly alright. I'm just a very inquisitive fellow. Heheh

[The Veteran Geek]

Basic Information

Name: Fey O'Conner
Order: Praetor
Gender: Female
Age: 23


Appearance:

A pale girl, with bright red hair. Large green eyes, and plenty of freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders. Her figure is scrawny and boyish. Dark circles rest under her eyes due to her insomnia. She prefers to take on a tough girl appearance, with plenty of piercings. She does not wear the symbol of her order on her clothing. Instead it is inked into her skin. The symbol of the order rests on her breast. All over other parts of her body Ravens varying in design are tattooed. Her style is usually tanks, stretch skinnies, and very large combat boots that are often only tied partway. Her battle armor is thin and flexible, allowing her maximum movement with as much protection as she feels necessary.

Biography: She was born from death. A life had to be given in order for her own to be gained. Her mother was unable to bear children. She prayed endlessly to the goddess of fertility with no answer. Finally she found her way to ancient magics. Morrigan, goddess of Life and Death, answered her prayers with a dream. She must kill another living being in order to conceive. Trade a soul for a soul.

There was a young man who went sigh seeing in Ireland. He was pale, with black hair and ruddy good looks. Mother was smitten. He would do nicely. And so the woman seduced him. Many times they had intercourse. And when the last day came, the man was killed. Nine months later little Fey was born. Her mother brought her up to worship Morrigan. 'Thank the Lady for your life. If it were not for her you would not be born.' The little girl did not quite understand, but she loved her patron goddess. A woman who could kill and seduce men. She dreamed of being just like that.

From about the age of three she had strange dreams. All around her people she knew, people she didn't know. She saw their deaths. She felt the moment a blade entered their stomach, a bullet pierced their spines, or they fell from buildings. She often did not sleep, so as to stay away from those scary things. Fey became very proficient at a young age with video games.

Even at a young age Fey was a space-case. She did not do well in any school subject except for gym. It did not require much thought and she enjoyed physical activity.

At the age of ten her mother took her own life to join Morrigan. Fey came in upon her, bloody in the bathtub. "Baby girl," she had whispered, "Know I love you, but I must go. Morrigan calls me to atone for our agreement." And with that her mother had gone.

She had no one left in the world. The cool green of Ireland and Morrigan were her only comforts. As she sat at her mother's funeral she was approached by a woman. Tall, slender white, and beautiful. She knelt down in front of Fey. "I am your Father's sister. Special blood runs deep through your veins." At this point Fey spaced out, beginning to wonder what it would be like to sit at Morrigan's side. "What do you say?" Fey blinked and then nodded, no idea what she was agreeing to.

And then she was off to some mysterious place. Fight the bad guys. War and bloodshed. She liked the idea, though she learned very early on she had to pretend to like all the gods shown to her. False worship. She felt dirty doing it, but it was necessary for survival. Like the Jews who pretended to be Christians during the Spanish Inquisition.

As it turned out her father had been one of the Knights, and it took them quite a while to find out what had happened to him. He had been on a pilgrimage to visit the lands of his forefathers. She was given his old sword, though for her it never turned into a sword. The weapon spoke to her. Together they felt more comfortable using polearms. The more practiced she became with it, the more beautiful Excalibur appeared.

She was taught lessons by fellow Knights. Often the lessons would be at strange times, and her learning became very spotty considering no one kept track of what she had learned. This did not bother her as she did not do well anyway. Practice with Excalibur, pretend to enjoy 'church', kill rats and the like as offerings to Morrigan. She was very careful and sneaky about it too.

Personality: She is absolutely clueless, an air head. Not the bubbly, blonde bimbo type of air head. Just the sort of person who wanders through life in a daydream daze. She has no problem with talking to people, but more often than not she has no filter between her brain and her mouth. Her eyes often have a glazed looks, as if she is in a far off place. Fey almost never smiles. She is a bit slow and does not generally get jokes right away. And so her laughter comes later than others. When training, her entire being goes to feeling the weapon she uses. It talks to her by way of color and emotion. She responds. Excalibur is her closest and dearest friend. She is a bit spontaneous and unpredictable due to the fact she never thinks things out. The future is not something she looks toward, but neither is living in the past or now. She simply seems to exists on another plane, coming to reality with a jolt and a lot of confusion.

She feels very close to her patron goddess, Morrigan. A goddess of death and life. Of war and passionate love. Her symbol is the raven and she requires a blood sacrifice, which Fey is all too willing to give. She is an insomniac, having trouble sleeping due to horrific nightmares. This only adds to her condition of being a space case.

Combat Information

Companion Type: Pole arm made from blackthorn.

Companion Name: Excalibur

Companion Special Abilities: Excalibur may transform into any pole arm that has ever existed before, though much more decorative in appearance, and sturdier than the average pole arm. In it's rested form it is simple a blackthorn stick, though the tip is much heavier, as that is where the metal will grow to take the desired shape. The decorative-ness of the weapon is directly proportionate to the amount of love and trust between the weapon and the wielder.

Knight Magistra: Super human speed/strength.

Order Magistra: Fey is rather skilled at the Death Lotus, due to her main goddess. Often she dreams of people she has never met, and never will meet. She dreams of their deaths and feels their pains.

[Dual]

I thought that Serah was number ten?

[Garinovitch]

I thought that Serah was number ten?

She is, I just still haven't finished her character sheet yet so it's blank.

Question #1: Are you planning on adding any more Order Magistras? If you aren't, are we allowed to come up with our own that we could pool together in a sort of "master list", and we'd only be allowed to have three of them? It would take some pressure off of you and allow for a more "player-involved" touch to the game. Just a suggestion. If I'm needlessly rambling, my apologies lol.

Question #2: Are you planning on adding a god of Darkness or something along those lines? I was thinking of mentioning that this god was whispering to Vanessa and she received her powers from him/her/it.

Thanks! And let me know if my CS is okay.

EDIT 2: This question is no longer relevent

EDIT:Question #4: You probably hate this question, but when do you plan on starting, and on what scenario? I just like to plan things early. If you don't know it's perfectly alright. I'm just a very inquisitive fellow. Heheh

#1 EDIT: I misread your question at first and answered it, after reading it again, Yes, I was in fact planning on adding more Order Magistra to each Order but never got around to it. I kinda left it up to the player to make up their own Magistras related to their Order to compensate for this... A master pool may be a sufficient idea to fill this gap.

#2 The 'God' of Darkness and Lord of Hell is simply Satan. The Order of Drenoth hears Satan's whispers constantly, but are never enticed by his words. Rather, they are frightened by him and seek to learn his methods to protect themselves from him. They are masters at manipulating the Dark Energies that Satan controls and can use them at their will.

#4 I plan on starting once I fill up the player slots I want with characters that I feel fit the story well. It will also be started when I can get around to finish pathing the main story line. I wish I could give you a date or time, but like the OOC, things never go according to plan.

Your CS looks great so far, I'm still waiting on some more submissions before I consider accepting characters though.

[The Veteran Geek]

So my character history is okay? She can be the dirty little heretic?

[Zvezda]

Basic Information

Name: Shiva of the East
Order: The Order of Drenoth
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Appearance:

Shiva is an exotic figure, tanned with silver hair and charred orange eyes. She is built in a very feminine manner, with a curvy waist and ample buxom. She is fairly toned, becoming especially noticeable when she is carrying her Companion weapon. She wears more... revealing clothing being accustomed to such design from her origins, though only in combat situations, where she finds maneuverability to be more important than protection; after all, it's unlikely a set of regular armor would do much good against a horde of demons, right? Her common clothing is composed of tank-tops, jeans, and other more "summer-like" articles.

Nevertheless, her Drenoth ability generates a set of heavy ashen armor that covers her from head to toe. A gentle glow of heat emanates from the slits and joints of this demonic form, and her helmet literally leaks streams of molten lava.

Biography: TBC
Personality: WIP

Combat Information

Companion Information: "Bhūkampa" an immense greatsword born of the fires of Hell. Legend tells of a historic knight of Drenoth who foolishly jumped into Hell, hoping to make a name for himself. There he encountered a powerful demon, who was miraculously bested by the knight. To save his life, the demon allowed him a powerful weapon if he would be let free. The knight accepted, and the demon escaped. Satisfied, the knight escaped Hell with Bhūkampa in hand. Generations later, it finds itself in Shiva's hands. At nearly six feet long, many find the weapon impossible to wield. Shiva's heritage from the original owner allows her to use Bhūkampa with ease. Unfortunately, a curse was laid on all who touch the weapon; it causes all other weapon-like objects to become unusable for the possessor. Objects generally not thought of as weapons shatter in Shiva's hands if she tries to use them as weapons. Bhūkampa is her only tool for battle.

Bhūkampa in Hindi stands for "Earthquake" and fittingly too, for the weapon's sundering attacks literally shakes the Earth with each strike. It is a passive ability, and Shiva cannot prevent the sword from causes miniature local quakes. Where it hits, small craters are left with jagged rocks spearing forth from the impact point.

Due to its origins, Bhūkampa obviously possesses a demonic/darkness affinity as well.

Knight Magistra: With its earthen affiliation, Bhūkampa grants its user a more potent Earth Element manipulation ability. Shiva is capable of telekinetically shifting minerals, rock, dirt, etc... into several shapes, sizes, as well as moving them about the air/ground. Uses range from launching boulders of stone to raising a several-foot-thick wall of dirt, or even creating insta-tunnels. For some reason, this ability matched with Bhūkampa's curse causes Shiva to be very weak against the Fire Element.

Order Magistra: As a Knight of Drenoth, Shiva is capable of imbuing her soul with the temporary aura of a demon from Hell. Her body is warped to fit the image in tandem, and her mind is unfortunately clouded with the hatred or anger that was required to bring about the state of being. Though Shiva finds herself closer to Satan and Hell than any other Order, tempering and training has allowed her to casually blow away the temptations and whispers of the Dark Lord himself. If anything, she can hear them, understand them, and think about them without worrying for her mental health. The Drenoth Order has gifted her with this passive ability to resist the evils of the world and beyond.

Still a WIP, but putting it here anyways.

[Stalker]

I'm gonna give this award to Zvezda just because heshe used an image from I believe Dark souls, and because I was going to use an image of Lautrec of Carim and now I feel dirty. And also her name. AND the dark knight.

[Zvezda]

I'm gonna give this award to Zvezda just because heshe used an image from I believe Dark souls, and because I was going to use an image of Lautrec of Carim and now I feel dirty. And also her name. AND the dark knight.

You win 2 internets, plus a teriyaki slider. Enjoy.

If you used Lautrec I would have no choice but to kill you while you stared at a caged woman hug you.