Appearance: (I drew this when I woke up today, only a quick flat color though. D: I might draw one for each of the named companion(?) knights as I learn more about them and grow attached. \o/)
Background: This sunless world is no place to grow hope and dreams. Hunted day and night by creatures of darkness, one can never escape the nightmares. The ability to control Magic has set us above the others. With this power, we erected a vast and advanced civilization that stretched across the land, a time of floating castles and mechanical servants. We did not think anything can stop us. They say it was this same arrogance and greed that caused the warring, one that lasted untold centuries, until the world cannot handle it any longer. The planet would turn black, in the eternal Eclipse. Twist creatures of darkness rose to appose us, as though manifested from the violence and death we had accumulated over the centuries.
But that was so long ago. We have since lost this gift as a people. Only a very small few still have this sacred gift running through their blood them. We live now in an age of ceaseless Winter and Ashe, bearing the consequences of our past overhead. We rely on those who still possess this ability, an Order of Knights. But we also fear them. For they carry a dark taint. Under their watch, we have survived thus far.
Born into the filthy slums of the Outer Wall, much like countless other orphans, he was conceived for the sole reason to be sold away as hands to the wealthy nobles for food and money. The young child would come to know nothing of the concepts of 'home' or 'family', let alone what it meant to be 'human' while growing up. He was treated merely as property. Lives there were a dime a dozen and he was always forced to compete with the other children to prove he was worth living or starved to death. His existence was made only more difficult as it seemed an air of misfortune followed behind the boy. Every one of the owners who acquired him would die mysteriously afterwards. Soon enough, no one would dare deal with the 'cursed child' and he was cast away to fend for himself in the musky shanty towns. The wild orphan did whatever he could to survive alone on the harsh streets, stealing and eating rotten scraps, making home within the filth and shadows so he would not freeze to death.
It wasn't until he was found by the state's guardsmen standing above the mutilated bodies of a pitiful animal and a few delinquents, the alleyway scorched and his eyes burning with rage, did his life take a turn down a different path. He was a sobbing and maddened mess, threatening to slaughter everyone and everything. Fight as he would against the kingdom, he could not overcome the troop of knights that followed suit. Encasing him in a arcane bind, a quick bash to the head subdued the raging boy. However, instead of being taken into custody and executed, the untamed youth had garnered the interest of the Queen herself. She showed him something he never experienced before, and since that day, he has sworn loyalty and inducted into training for the Order as a Squire.
They promptly gave him the name 'Mikhael' after the sunny-bright hue of his arcana, violent and powerful as it is. Even though it has been encouraged, Mikhael has refused to use the awakened power ever since that fateful day. A deep fear grows within him of what actually happened that day.
Will he survive the gruesome challenges and training necessary of becoming a knight?
