Name: Loki Spiegelblume
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance:
Loki stands 5'10 and appears appears to be baby faced which often people mistook him for a girl . Despite lacking the muscles that most Knights of his age would, Loki makes up for it by wearing his pitch black armor. Without the armor, he wears fashionable and diva-like clothing and puts up a wide array of facial expressions that matches his fair complexion and long black hair.

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Personality:
Loki is an eccentric and cheerfully reserved man who finds joy even in the simplest and boring things, a peacemaker in the job yet a troublemaker to his fellow Knights. He is good at ignoring things that does not bring joy to him even if it is people, worse he'll also ignore orders given to him and twist it in some way that it would benefit him. He labels himself The God of Fun and Shortcuts and shuns evil.

To a certain degree, Loki is moderately arrogant as he sees himself self righteous which would often bite him back in one form or another. Still, he is more than willing to accept his faults to better himself.

Brief Backstory:
Loki is an estranged child from Thain and comes from the religious Spiegelblume family, worshipers of the Sun and Moon Goddesses, Reon and Mayon. As a child his family taught him the basics of magecraft and the tales about the goddesses perhaps what changed the amiable child into the trickster he is today is the poor communication that his social circle failed to properly explain, Loki was conflicted of his brethren's sects: worship either gods or worship both and it really broke him. He may as well call himself agnostic and believe that there is only one God and would gladly evade religious discussions and so he parted ways with his family and diligently worked his way up to the Iron Rose Knights to find the answers that he seeks and find his own identity.

Equipment:
Two pitched black long swords.
A magic book about illusions.
His black armor.
Skills:
Loki being a practitioner of magic picked up a two notable magic to suit his Knighthood as a Magic Knight of Trickery. He is well-versed in casting mirages and enchanting his dual swords with wind magic to increase its sharpness. As a Knight, Loki hates prolonged fights and would rather formulate strategies to break his enemies' wills into submitting to him because he lacks physical prowess compared to the other knights. He rather come to an arrangement of negotiations to avoid conflict due to his hatred towards conflict and belief of using one's talent on better things than fighting.

By all means Loki is an opportunistic fighter with some pragmatism to his liking, when he is not using his magic, he overwhelms larger opponents than him in a battle of stamina and speed by outlasting them with hit and run tactics with his dual swords and situational opportunities to let other Knights do the fighting for him as he lands the finishing blow. With the set of skills Loki have, he can seamlessly fit into any team as long as it doesn't bruise his ego.

Name: Jarde Devaron
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human



Personality:
Jarde is a playful person that gets a kick in teasing someone if the mood is perfect. If he himself is the target of teasing, he will try his best to turn the teases into cool and clever remarks about himself. But if it keeps up, he will get frustrated and leave. No hard feelings will be kept and he will come back same as ever.

He very rarely calls people derogatory terms, even if they are getting on his nerves. Those words are reserved for those who anger him greatly. And nothing angers him more greatly than harm, physical or emotional, coming to those he loves. Speaking of his love, he knows he doesn't know what to say to her or how to act around her but keeps himself calm by reminding himself of reality.

In battle, he tends to be quiet and focuses much of his thoughts into the situation. This is so because battles are matters of life and death and screwing up in one could lead to very painful regrets.

Brief Backstory:
Jarde is a regular commoner in Thaln born to a farmer family. Still, that did not stop young Jarde from hearing and dreaming of the great knights of Thaln, especially the Iron Rose Knights. However, his status as a mere commoner regularly reminded him that it was unlikely for him to rise above his station.

However, one festival in a city and he saw a girl whose beauty captured his heart. Unfortunately, she was of noble birth, making it almost impossible for young Jarde to talk to her. But another noble in birth but not noble in soul, proudly declared that he was going to make the young lady his as if she was property. This angered Jarde greatly and the commoner boy publicly challenged the young, haughty noble some time later.

Jarde thought the fates were on his side. After all, was he not defending the dignity of the young lady? But he was wrong. Skill and prowess triumphed over righteousness. Still, young Jarde put up a decent fight but his opponent's words stung at him:

'Even if you win, do you think she can be with you?'.

Those words sapped the will from the young farmer and lead to his loss. Disappointed, battered and embittered, Jarde made way for home.

But not before an old man stopped him. The aged person observed Jarde fight and deduced he had talent that can be enhanced with skill and training. And training was offered and Jarde accepted. The old man's lessons were hard but the farmer boy endured. His body shaped to fit and his mind honed to let go of his bitterness. Several years later, Jarde was a capable fighter. Not one that relied on strength but one that relied on speed.

Then the old man suggested something unthinkable for Jarde:

'You should try to join the Iron Rose Knights.'

The former farmer protested but the old man was adamant, saying that status did not matter to the order. Somewhere between reluctance and eagerness, Jarde learned more about the Iron Rose Knights to find out how he could properly join. As he dug through, he saw someone familiar, or rather, easily recognized as she never left his mind ever since he saw her. It was then he learned the name of the young lady now leader of the Iron Rose Knights:

Fanilly Danbalion.

Equipment:
- Twin Kusarigamas: A gift from the old man. They are a pair of sickles from the East. These are Jarde's main weapons.
- Gladius: A gift from Jarde's village. This expensive but sturdy blade comes handy when the Eastern sickles fail.
- Throwing Knives: A set of seven daggers. Light but sharp, perfect for hurling at short to medium distances.
- The Essence Of Koril: This strange purple gem attached to a necklace appear to bend space a bit, enough for arrows and other fast projectiles to slightly miss their mark. However, it only ever activates once and when Jarde does not see it coming.

Skills:
Jarde is very fast and can easily evade average swings and projectiles slower than an arrow from a bow. He strikes quick and at weak points in the enemy and will not hesitate to fight dirty if the going gets tough. However, his strength is lacking and he would need to get creative when facing heavily-armored or protected foes.

Name: Lothar Indrau, The Crippled Lion
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

His more formal is largely the same but with more vibrantly dyed blue and white leathers and a great deal less steel.

Personality:
Indrau is bitter, in constant pain and hates the moniker that he has been given him. Even so, he can be kind in his own way and is selflessly devoted to his friends. He has a gallantry streak that extends only as far as actions go though even this has a limit. The knight also has a sharp mind but is content to sit quietly and hold his ideas to himself unless he feels them to be very important.

Brief Backstory:
Indrau's short career as a knight errant was bloody and fast moving, drastically changing his outlook on life after he was badly wounded in battle and left for dead.

A younger, more naive man left home with just a sword and armor, trained by his fathers household knight but untested in battle. Given his familial lands position on the northern coast and the frequency of raids hitting under their protection it would only have been a short time before he would have come into battle naturally.

But Indrau was impatient, incontent with being a third born son there as was little glory that might come to him naturally. He found his worth soon enough in a large town set upon be a band of deserters. The young knight first bloodied his sword against these enemies while townsfolk fled. Indraus withdrew and rallied the survivors of the attack and struck back against the raiders. He was captured in their first engagement and spent three days being beaten before they dumped him in the crossroads outside of the town with both of his legs broken.

Inspired and enraged, the townsfolk fought a battle of attrition until the invaders were driven from their homes. Fewer than half of the townsfolk survived, a statistic that Indrau mourns to this day. His left leg was too badly damaged to heal properly and he lost an eye. For his part in the battle the towns lord, who was away at the time granted him an apprenticeship in the trade of his choice given that he was no longer able to fight.

Indrau discovered a talent for magic, metalwork and a love of problem solving. He excelled at his studies, throwing himself into them in an attempt to distract himself from his disability and the slaughter that had occurred. In the end, after completing his final piece as a student and mastering the art he felt dissatisfied. It wasn't his place in life to create things in a workshop. Indrau was a man of action, a knight. He donned his armor once more and picked up a blade to set out on a new path.

He found himself with the Iron Roses, and organization that appealed to his youthful ideals of righteousness and chivalry.
Equipment:
Silence - Indraus Masterpiece and personal blade. To prove his mastery of Runic magic he has adorned the blade with a complex series of two hundred runes that deaden magic and slice through spells. The sword draws off of its own reserve of mana that can be added to by a mage.
Cane - This is a simple cane with a more minor runic enhancement that grants sure footedness.
Armor - His leg no longer able to bear the weight of a full set of plate, he wears a brigandine vest under a long leather coat with vambraces and greaves.

Skills:
Runic Magic - Instead of traditional words and gestures, Runic magic uses sigils charged with the will and mana of the caster. A sequence of runes comprising of a single spell must be performed all at once with unceasing concentration as the image in the mages mind serves to refine the physical aspect. A working as complex as Silence might take as long as 30 hours to create. To use a runic weapon requires nothing from the user provided the fuel requirement for the spell is already met. If such a weapon runs out of mana it is usually destroyed.

Other:
He is an accomplished horseman but his preferred method of fighting is on foot with a planted stance that serves well on the deck of a ship, owing to his families modest navy. The immobile nature is easier on his leg than a more dynamic style.