[CHAR] After The Fall Of Camelot; The Broken Citadel

Standard Knights

Name:
Title; (Sir, Lord, Lady, Madam)
Noble virtue: (Your noble quality as a knight, for example, The Martyr, The Guardian, Etc.)
Vow: (Vows or Oaths you have taken as a knight)
Combat Style/Knight Archetype: (Prefered style of combat and gear. I.E Bannerman, Foot-knight, Long-shield)
Age: 18 - 45 (More power for more age, but more health and potential for the younger.)
Weight:
Height: (Keep it human, seriously)
Appearances/Description (Picture and text combined, please)
Equipment: Leather Armors, wooden shields, Banners, and your choice of weapon(s)
Upbringing/Backstory: (How did you become a Knight of Camelot, and a Round Table Candidate?)
Faith: (the Old Ways, or Christianity?)
Loyalty: (Leave this blank for now, later name which ruler you support.)
Magic: Please do not Pre-plan for spells.

Changelings

Name: (Don't give this away lightly in rp)
Moniker: (The Name you go by)
Title; (Sir, Lord, Lady, Madam)
Noble virtue: (Your noble quality as a knight, for example, The Martyr, The Guardian, Etc.)
Court: (Spring Summer Winter or Fall. Are You Cold as ice, and strict like Winter? Perhaps Burning with a vindictive fury that is Summer? Troublesome and mischievous as spring? Calm and collected, ever changing like Fall?
Vow: (Vows or Oaths you have taken as a knight, Changelings Cannot break vows.)
Combat Style/Knight Archetype: (Prefered style of combat and gear. I.E Bannerman, Foot-knight, Long-shield)
Age: 18 - 45 (More power for more age, but more health and potential for the younger.)
Weight:
Height: (Keep it human, seriously)
Appearances/Description (Picture and text combined, please)
Equipment: Cold Iron armor and weapons. You are the Bane of Fae and Monsters, but mortal man has better equipment against men...
Upbringing/Backstory: (You were an Orphan, stolen by the fae, and returned on your own will. What do You think life was like for you?) (This is what you tell others who ask... >;3 may or may not be true~!)
Faith: (the Old Ways, or Christianity?)
Loyalty: (Leave this blank for now, later name which ruler you support.)
Magic: Please do not Pre-plan for spells.

Foreign Knights

Name:
Title; (Sir, Lord, Lady, Madam)
Noble virtue: (Your noble quality as a knight, for example, The Martyr, The Guardian, Etc.)(Welsh can choose "The Raider" (You favor cruelty and the tactics over conventional means of war), and "The Druid"(a man/woman of the old faith, working to protect the sacred isle), (A Saxon can choose "The Templar"(A Knight of the Christan Faith, working to purge the darkness from Britannia by any means. Usually by Force.) and "The Savior"(A Knight who preferes to spread the faith in the name of the lord and protect the weak)
Vow: (Vows or Oaths you have taken as a knight)
Combat Style/Knight Archetype: (Prefered style of combat and gear. I.E Bannerman, Foot-knight, Long-shield)
Nationality; (Are You Welsh? Are you Saxon?)
Age: 18 - 45 (More power for more age, but more health and potential for the younger.)
Weight:
Height: (Keep it human, seriously)
Appearances/Description (Picture and text combined, please)
Equipment: Welsh favor Iron, Cloth, Wood, and Leather. Saxons Favor heavy Steel, hallowed blades, and heavy gear.
Faith: Welsh follow the Old ways, Saxons are Christian.
Backstory: (Optional. Could make up a lie)
Loyalty: (Leave this blank for now, later name which ruler you support.)(
Magic: (Note for Druids, I will PM you on approval, we'll talk spells. Please do not Pre-plan for spells.)

The Rulers

WARNING: Do Not Abuse the ability to see Ruler Sheets. just because you know it, doesn't mean your character will.
Name:
Title; (Sir, Lord, Lady, Madam)
Noble virtue: (Your noble quality as a knight, for example, The Martyr, The Guardian, Etc.)
Vow: (Vows or Oaths you have taken as a knight)
Combat Style/Knight Archetype: (Prefered style of combat and gear. I.E Bannerman, Foot-knight, Long-shield)
Age: 18 - 45 (More power for more age, but more health and potential for the younger.)
Weight:
Height: (Keep it human, seriously)
Appearances/Description (Picture and text combined, please)
Equipment:
Upbringing/Backstory
Faith: (the Old Ways, or Christianity?)
Family line: Pendragon Vs Du Lac Vs ???
Magic: Please do not Pre-plan for spells.

The Traitor

Make a Foreign Knight CS, leave little-to-no evidence in your CS. You will receive a PM for things you need to have in your sheet...

Special Knights

For those who earn special Knights, you will be PM'd with specifics, Special knights are to be treated as Foreign Knights, but will be treated as Colabs as well until creation is finished. After creation how you twist the knight is up to the player within the limitations of the RP.

[Ciaran]

Lanowen Pendragon

Name:

Lanowen Pendragon, though Lanowen Heptaltac is often used to protect her identity as heir.

Title:

Lady

Noble virtue:

The Martyr - Lanowen will always put herself in the way of danger to protect her people, rather than let them suffer hopelessly.

Vows:

Lanowen has vowed that she will restore Authur's realm to its former glory, doing everything in her power to protect its people and defeat its enemies.

Combat style:

Bannerwoman: Lanowen leads troops on foot with a pole-mounted banner in one hand and a longsword in the other. The banner is quite heavy and works as an improvised weapon, but is still vastly inferior to the sword. More than anything, it is a tool to inspire Lanowen's side and intimidate the enemy.

Age:

31

Weight:

142lbs

Height:

5'9"

Appearance:

Lanowen is fairly tall, with an athlete's build that comes from a lifetime of battle. She has pale skin, and light brown hair that just about reaches her shoulders in slight waves. Simply from the way she holds herself, she seems to command authority, intimidate enemies, and somehow appear taller than she actually is. Her dress style has always been atypical in that it is somewhat masculine, Lanowen preferring even outside of battle trousers and shirts to dresses, though, of course, it is all of the quality that a knight should expect.

Equipment:

Splint mail - Lanowen's is designed to look ornate and impressive, though it has no special effect.
Steel longsword - Lanowen's primary weapon, typically held in her right hand.
The Banner of Pendragon - A magical banner, gifted to Lanowen to reward her intelligence and creative thinking.
Wooden buckler - While not nearly as impressive, this buckler is a useful survival tool if the banner is lost in the fray.
Steel dagger - Likewise, the dagger is fine as a replacement to the longsword, if that is lost in battle.
Pack horse - Nothing special, Farken is built for endurance and long-distance travel.
Horn - A horn that gives a loud, resounding note when blown, used to signal for help.

Background:

Lanowen was born a distant relative (fourth cousin) of Authur Pendragon, the late king of Camelot. Originally, it had been planned for her to be married off to a Saxon lord to help relieve tensions. However, by the time she was of a suitable age, the idea had to be abandoned; the invasion had already begun. It would have been too little, too late.
Instead, Lanowen remained with her father, Tarubald Pendragon, at his keep at Windscar Ridge until her adulthood. There she assisted with management and even learned to fight, ready for the day when she would become heir to the keep. Eventually, she did marry another noble of Authur's realm, Garren Heptaltac, and had a daughter, Alissa Pendragon (Lanowen and her child kept the name of Pendragon), but her husband fell ill and died soon afterwards. A few called it foul play, as it was convenient that Lanowen solidified her power, then took it all for herself, in just a few years, but those who met her in person soon changed their minds.
Particularly famous was the Siege of Windscar Ridge, which took place less than two years ago, in a battle against the Black Banners. The nearby village of Eierfell had already been evacuated, its residents taking refuge at the keep. The defenses held for a mere seven days after the Black Banners arrived, collapsing after Lanowen's father was murdered by a spy hiding within the castle. Lanowen herself took command of the remaining soldiers, and defended the ruins long enough for the villagers to escape through tunnels in the hills, followed closely by the last of her force. On her way out, she started a fire within the keep, destroying the supports of the already weakened building, blocking the way the Black Banners could follow through and crushing and killing many.
Lanowen and her soldiers, as well as the now-homeless peasants, retreated to Camelot. There they remained, and Lanowen now serves in defending the city.

Faith:

Christianity

Family line:

Lanowen is a Pendragon, Authur's fourth cousin (they have the same great, great, great grandfather).

Magic:

Inspiration (The Banner of Pendragon): The Banner can grant the allies of its bearer greater bravery and skill in battle when they need it most.

[Zahrale]

Sir Bors The Mighty

Name: Bors
Title; Sir;"The Mighty" or "The Changeling"
Noble virtue: The Mighty (In Hand to Hand, this Knight is unmatched, and is peerless, even at the Round Table.)
Vow: (Vows or Oaths you have taken as a knight)
Combat Style/Knight Archetype: Defender/Footknight
Nationality; Changeling
Age: 38
Weight: 231
Height: 6'7
Appearances/Description:

In heavy armor and with maul in hand, Sir Bors is a knight that commands Awe and Fear in equal doses. He served King Arthur, who had saved his life from enchantment and slavery. He became loyal to the cause, not just the man and fights for a unified Britannia.

Equipment: His Cold Steel armor is Enchanted, to follow with his Great Maul.

Faith: The Old Faith

Backstory: Sir Bors was saved from enchantment, Once the Guardian of an ancient bridge for fae who had enchanted him. Freed from this enchantment he joined King Arthurs Court and has since fought against the Sidhe, in the northern most borders of Camelot's reach. No knight matches Bor's Might and talent in War, save that of Lancelot, and fewer match him in the Awe and dread he commands with the followers of the Old Faith.

Loyalty: Only the Rightful Heir of King Arthur deserves Sir Bor's True Loyalty, but should another prove himself Worthy, he will be the force seeking to Unify them, in hopes of yet a Stronger nation. One that lasts beyond Camelot and Britannia.

Magic:Sir Bors Needs No Magic! "Come, You deceitful cowards! Face Me!"

Sir Gawain

Name: Lord-Regent Gawain The Beast's-bane

Title; Lord-regent

Noble virtue: Bane-of-the-Old-World (Some Men Fear the Dark. Gawain is the reason Beasts fear it too.)

Vow: "Beasts of Bedegraine, You shall Not Prevail!" Death before defeat, and he will not rest, or tolerate retreat until every beast under the black banners lies at his feet for the deaths of his friends and men.

"Leave the Fat one to me" - Prefers Beasts and Monsters over human targets and will replace other knights in battle with them.

Combat Style/Knight Archetype: Footknight / "Dragon Slayer"

Age: 43

Weight: 195 (Monster slaying packs bulk)

Height: 6'2

Appearances/Description;

Picture

Outside of his armor he is an average looking man, with a kindhearted looking set of features, almost fatherly, with a voice a smooth as butter and hair as white-tan as sand, and then you see him in armor and hear him shout and he is immediately a new man, Louder than a war-horn, and gruffer than a grizzly.

Equipment: Gawain's Plated mail and harness (Camelot Steel, enchanted)

Faith: "Who Cares which god or gods you favor, they most likely wont favor you in return, and in this world, the only thing that holds back the darkness if men and women like me."

Backstory: Sir Gawain is a rather interesting knight, and without reciting Arthurian tales, he is known as a great slayer of beasts- He is the reason the stories of Dragon slayers exist, because if there was one, He'd be the man to slay it.

Loyalty:King Arthur, and the Pendragon line- Without falter and without question!

Magic: Bane of the Old-World (Himself); He projects an aura that sends fear into the hearts of beasts and fae alike- even men are loathe to fight the famed Slayer Of Beasts.

Sir Tristan

(WiP)

Merlin, The Ancient One.

Name: Merlin

Title; "Master"

Noble virtue: "Curiosity"; Merlin's power isn't natural talent, it's pure Curiosity at it's core... "What would happen to his man if I filled his lungs with the voice of a Dragon?"

Combat Style/Knight Archetype: Mage.

Age: some say hundreds, more say thousands, and yet, Nobody knows. .. Except Morgan, of course.

Weight: 185

Height: 6'3

Appearances/Description (Picture and text combined, please)

Surprise

Merlin is the picture of youth and health, however he has been around an INCREDIBLE amount of time. this is one mage you do NOT want to catch yourself going "Oh, it's just a mage, he cant do much" . . .

Equipment: Old robes, a large book, a staff, and a LOT of stuff hidden in those robes... I don't have the years to shake him enough to empty them, and I don't intend to try!

Faith: "Faith is for the blind, for those who can't stand the idea of attempting to answer these questions themselves."

Backstory: Merlin always has, and always will be, around. He was there, Long before the times of Vortigern, before the time of Uther, and certainly WELL beyond the time of the late King Arthur. And he will be here for the next ruler, and likely many, many generations after. If Fae were to fear Man, the name whispered would either be "Gawain" or "Merlin", as while he may not be overly active in the world, he most certainly a Far more dire threat than even the monstrous knight that is Gawain.

Loyalty: Merlin's Loyalty is to Curiosity, and Balance. He would aid anyone if it meant keeping the world in balance. . . and will stop at nothing to learn more. While this does not paint him in a Good light, there is an important note. The Darkness is stronger than the light, so he is usually on the move to help those of the Righteous path. . .

Magic: Enjoy a list;
Arcane,
Pyromancy
Aquamancy
Geomancy
Druidism
Shamanism
Necromancy
Demonology
Healing
Resurrection
Immortality
Transmutation
Alchemy
Dark arts (Such as Shadow-melding)
Blood Magic
Curses
Hexes
Rune-work
Etc.
I could go on for YEARS, but what's the point?

Sir Percivale, The Faithful

(WiP)

Sir Galahad, The Phantom of Camelot

(WiP)

Lady Morgana Le Fae, Lady of the western coasts.

Name: Morgana, or Morgan. (Whichever you prefer.)

Title; Lady; "Lady of the West", "Le Fae", "Traitor of Avalon", "The Dark Enchantress"

Noble virtue: The Viper; Using all her charm and ability she can snake her way in and out, like venom. Potent, and hard hitting.

Vow: Vengeance, and Power. (Above all else she demands a price be paid for the loss of her lands and family, and she will also acquire the power to Take it back if necessary. Luckily for her, King Arthur no longer has claim to her land and it's hers again... but... What use is her families home now that even her younger half brother is dead?)

Combat Style/Knight Archetype: Mage. (A.k.a "Get-out-the-way-before-I-steam-roll-your-ass")

Nationality; Who knows at this point? (Welsh)

Age: (DON'T ASK, IT'S NOT WORTH IT)

Weight: (Officially) 153. (Unofficially, she likes sweets, so she's got a bit of chunk in.. places...) 168

Height: 5'6

Appearances/Description:

Prepare for the beautiful

Equipment: . . . You think I'm going to reach into her clothes to count all the things she has?! I'm Crazy, not suicidal!

Faith: The Old Faith

Backstory: Born in a castle in the south west, she lived in the moors and dales that happily flourished along the borders of Welsh lands, north of Somerset and Dorcia, and far west of what was once Londinium. She grew there an only child, to a strong family- that is, until Uther came along. Uther Pendragon was a man of virtue. . . but he was still a Man. Morgan's mother was beautiful, and at the time was Very powerful for a woman widowed. Before long Arthur was born as Morgana's Half brother. She was too old to get along with him and he was too young to care, and before long she fled her families home- to avoid the conflict that would arise from the future king having an older sibling. Thus was the beginning of Morgana's Tale.

Much later in life, Morgana had found a knack for magic- and she was beyond formidable. She was often mistakenly compared to Merlin- whom even she agrees, would be more than a match for her... and if some cases she is right, however, she had a way with people that was never explained to her. She had what Merlin lacked. Charm, Grace and stunning beauty. She learned to use it in time, and was the cause of the mess Britannia is now in- even if it was by Accident. Powerful and resourceful, but lacking in fore-sight.

Loyalty: Surprisingly, Morgan's Loyalty lies with Britannia.She was no friend of Merlin's, nor a great fan of King Arthur, but she never wanted him dead, and never expected it to happen...

Magic: Id be here for a year if I listed everything she and Merlin have. Expect the Dark arts, and a great deal of Nature magic here- most of which deal with shadow and fire.

[ErinIsNotMyName]

Sir Arwyn Glyn-Dŵr

Appearance

Name: Arwyn Glyn-Dŵr

Title; Sir

Noble virtue: Truth - 'Truth is the state of being in accordance with fact or reality. It is sincerity in action, character, and utterance. Having the quality of being free from pretense, deceit, or hypocrisy. Being honest to one’s self and to others. One who is without truth can never be trusted.'

Vow: Sir Arwyn has vowed that he will tell no lie and see no lie committed. He seeks Truth in everything he does.
He has sworn that he will not return home until he has redeemed himself.

Combat Style/Knight Archetype: Footknight - Arwyn fights on foot, with shield and sword. Known for his ability with the Sword.

Nationality; Welsh

Age: 20

Weight: 60 KG

Height: 167 CM

Appearances/Description: Arwyn has a rather... feminine appearance, he is short for a man, with a slim frame, one might even be forgiven for suggesting that he has a fine and delicate frame, though in Arwyn's presence such remarks will not be welcomed or forgiven, with his pale porcelain skin, fair brunette hair and 'pretty' face Arwyn has something of a complex when it comes to people mentioning his... femininity.

Equipment:
Splint Mail hauberk, old and worn, but well maintained.
Cloth Gambeson, worn under the mail.
Damascus Steel longsword, this is his prize possession and he guards it carefully.
Iron War dagger
Iron Hatchet
Flint and Steel
Steel Kettle Helmet
Heater Shield, instead of Heraldry his shield is marked with the Cross of Christ, to show he fights not for his house but for the Glory of God and Camelot.
Pack horse
A personal bible.
Golden Cross of Christ, carried in a pocket over the heart.
A Strange Necklace, found on the side of a road, twinkling in the twilight caress of the moon. Its fine silver chain is adorned with purest diamond, interwoven with a craftmanship beyond any Arwyn has ever seen, It's centre piece holds a drop of deep and intricate beauty that resonates with untold power. Awryn is loathe to wear anything that could hint at femininity but such power cannot be left unguarded and where safer than around his neck? Arwyn does not truly understand this objects power, but he understands that it has power.

Upbringing/Backstory:
Sir Arwyn comes from a minor noble house, barely maintaining position and status, their house being of the Welsh Kingdoms with a history rich in Old Religion. He is their shining hope of redemption, at a young age his talent for swordsmanship was discovered and the family spent what little they could to have the best tutors... they could afford, come to train him in the sword and in the word of God. Years of hard work and the encouragement and expectations of his family have turned him into a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, or so he hopes, he is somewhat untested and the weight of expectation lies heavy on his shoulders.
Alas all is not so peachy as even this, for Arwyn has also suffered such tragedy, his younger sister, playful and wild he did catch sneaking off into the woods to play and frollick and whatever a young girl does in the woods... with soft words and a quick smile she did convince him not to tell mother nor father and so when asked, 'where is your sister' he lied, come next morning with no sign of the wild girl he did set out into that forest and he did find her, caught in the unholy worship of the Old Religion, and he did return with her body, cold and dead. From that day grew Arwyn's hatred of the Old Religion into a vast and vicious thing. In penance for what his lie had wrought, Arwyn made his vow, for what little it is worth, the folly of lies shall pass his tongue no more. Arwyn's people are lost but as he redeems himself, he can also redeem them. He will save the Welsh from their folly, whether they like it or not. Redemption is a tricky topic though, what does Arwyn need redemption from? For his sister? For his lie? It is possible even he does not know.
Arwyn made quite a stir in the duelling community, mistaken for a dreaming hopeful he quickly made a name for himself as someone to be reckoned with, markedly winning the Damascus steel longsword and Golden Cross of Christ he carries to this day, but the duelling circle is not a battlefield and Arwyn still has much to prove.
Arwyn is friendly to most Knights, believing them to be of similar morale stock, there are exceptions, he idealises the 'true christian Knight', the grail knight, and he holds a powerful scorn for those Knights of the Old Religion, association with which has plagued his family for centuries.

Faith: Christianity.

Loyalty: (Leave this blank for now, later name which ruler you support.)

Magic: (None.)

[Sleeth]

Sir Gideon Balmont

Name: Gideon Balmont 'the Broken' as he's been titled recently.

Age: 38
Height: Six feet, four inches

Gender: Male

Noble Virtue: Shield of Camelot (Cast away.)

Gideon was a fierce protector, an odd knight that chose to use a large tower shield, a sign of his vow to protect his commander, his family, and his people. Since the fall though, this virtue appears diminished.

Knight Archtype: Deulist - Gideon was previously known to wield his great tower shield, however he no longer does so. Instead he holds only a longsword, under the premise of the best defense is a good offense. He focuses on parrying blows with great precision, and often strikes his opponents and grabs with a free hand.

Inventory:
-Two steel flasks, one if which is usually with the horse. Both are filled with strong whiskey.
-A wartorn Longsword, this is a simple blade, standard issue for many knights, though it has seen much conflict. It's maintained, though there are visible chips in it. It once belonged to Gideon's son, and holds a family sigil.
- A light courser (Horse) with saddle packs containing dried meats and water. Some simple bandages are kept for emergencies.
- Twenty feet of rope.
-A balanced hunting knife, in the left boot.
-And odd armor set, consisting of dark leather, steel plates cover the upper chest, forearms, and shins only.
-A scarf and wool gloves, some areas in camelot arenrather frigid.
-A hunting bow, armed with twelve barbed arrows for taking game.

Vows: If he has any vows left, he hasn't said.

Personality: Gideon has a fatherlike outlook on things, often harsh, but never wrong. He's always been a content man, his posting as a knight kept him happy, he did his work, and went home to his kin in before, never have ambitions above protecting his city. This at least, is what many of the younger men that were under him say.

Today, Gideon is a quiet, brooding man. His signature shield has been cast away, leaving concerned men to think he's trying to die, but if he is he won't say. Orders aren't questioned from this older fellow, he just reads, drinks, and doesnwhat he's told until the next fight. Sometimes he can be gruff, and rude, but some of the men say he does it in their best interest, even if he goes too far.
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Background: Gideon was raised with low nobility, his father a landless knight, but a skilled swordsman. He wasn't raised as a lord among villagers, just a boy in the countryside with no siblings and few friends. It was fine for a content oerson like himself, he spent time honing his skills, reading, and listening to old war stories until he was old enough to be sent off to a noble court.

The boy lacke any outstanding charisma, though he was a brawny, and as he was jokingly told to take up a heavy tower shield, he toted it with relative ease, and proved rather proficient with the device. Gideon was a dedicated defender, tiring his opponents out with careful deflections and hard swings from the heavy steel. This won him many small tournaments throughout the land, and most of his young life was spent riding across the country.

When Gideon was twenty-three, he met Mary, the youngest daughter of a court that he'd happened by in his travels. His marriage was sealed when he decided to make a bet, one of which many said was out of his character. In a bold moment, as she handed him a scarf to wear into battle in her name, he wrapped it around his forearm and set aside his shield.

"The heart can be as good a shield as the thickest steel." He professed, winning the tournament with only a longsword, under the terms that if he could do so, the lord would offer his daughters hand. The two were swept quickly back to camelot, where Gideon would balance life as a guard captain and father to his two sons...

As the collapse of camelot came, Gideon stood on the ramparts as the enemy lay waste to everything he swore to protect. Knights of the round stood against eachother, brothers killing brothers in the name of nothing. As part of the search party, Gideon accompanied Sir Bedivere to find his comrade, going into the unknown.

The man who returned was a broken one, it's an unspoken rule that nobody was to speak of it, but soldiers whisper... "There was just blood, everywhere. His armor was shredded, like he got mauled by a bear. He was holding the grip to his shield like his life depended on it, but there wasn't any shield there, just the leather. And his eye? Gah- looked like it was scraped out with a hot fire poker. Didn't speak a word, we thought they might'a cut out his tongue too."

Gideon remained in a medical tent for weeks, staring blankly in front of him most days. He waited for news that never came, that they found his family among the ones who escaped the attacks, but it was the not being sure that got to him. The older man remained firm as he moped through the camp, his eyes hardened with some determination.

However, it was noted that as the abomination of Sir Bedivere was brought to the camp, the knight trembled for the first time...
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Faith: Gideon doesn't speak of faith, he keeps it out of his life.

[Renny]

Lord Dagongere of the Lake

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" Telen ... Trust me and forgive me. But I must go." - Dagongere to Telen, his Promised.

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Lord

20 yrs.

Male.

161bs.

5'11"

The Hopeful - Dagongere is a rare kind of valiant. A subset of noble and courageous. Inside of his heart is a near obscene amount of hope. He finds himself bravely standing tall, challenging the opposition whether mental or physical to overcome him. He is a beacon of light, a strength manifested into reality, a will of steel shaped like a man.

Footknight. Dagongere slides into battle with a deft hand; longsword grasped within as he deflects first and foremost before slashing and stabbing at particularly vulnerable areas. The hearts, neck, vital organs. If nothing else, it becomes apparent that Dagongere dislikes a lengthy conflict.

• Chain Mail
• A Steel Longsword
• A Wooden Shield
• A Pack Horse (Gray with splotches of black)

Dagongere knows too little to accept either.

Ring of Clarity - Capable of discerning the truth from lies. Its black form is etched with ornate waves, swirling towards the violet gem at its center.

???

Dagongere of the Lake could feel the nagging buzz of uncertainty always. Since he was a young lad, baring hair of ink and eyes of lake water; he felt in his gut apart from his family. A family that treated him well enough but offered them not their name, their glory, or knightly honor. He was not Dagongere Firstright of the noble house Firstright. He was Dagongere of the Lake, the boy born of the lake and spit out to its edges.

But he was a strong, skilled hand. Built like a fine, regal sword and mighty suitable to guard the Firstright heiress: Telen. Lord Menell Firstright hired a forgotten knight to train him but soon Dagongere had surpassed his tutor. Far too soon in fact. The forgotten knight mention him a rare talent, a born knight and warrior of the realm. It was nearing the end of his lessons, which lasted no more than three months, that a fifteen year old Dagongere was approached by a warrior in cowl and cloak. He had a revelation, a tale to depart with the boy. News of his true mother and father's death, of his birthright.

Dagongere, should have known. It was so obvious and yet too surreal to even be possible. When he told the Firstrights they laughed, explaining they gave him the name out of novelty. For a moment he believed it but some truth laid in the stranger's words. He knew it. After the ridicule, Dagongere sought out Telen, his promised, and charge. The two had hid their love; young as they were Dagongere and Telen were both cautious and keen of mind. He told her of his supposed father, Lancelot du Lac and his mother ... Queen Guinevere. A lack of belief then acceptance came to her. She had seen them both once before and in his face saw them again.

Dagongere set off years later to join the Knights. He had a minor bit of training and a heap of natural talent but he wondered if it was enough. If he could truly do anything with what his parent's left him and with what their loyal friends provided to him. An opportunity to rise above his given status.

[BlackPanther]

The iron oak

Name: Traherne Derwen
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Allegiance:
Welsh
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Appearance:

Traherne stands at a towering 6 foot 7 and is as burly as a bear. His head is adorned with fiery red locks paired with icy blue eyes. While he is not adorned with metal armor he is still just as intimidating in his cloth.
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Age:
26
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Gender:
Sir Knight
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Noble virtue:
Protect the old ways
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Knight Archetype:
Druid
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Equipment: All the special and even some non-special junk you got!
(Saxons, feel free to don your free Steel Scale or Splint mail, with your heavy lance and warhorse, or perhaps your heavy round-shield and long spear.. just as a few examples)
(Welsh, Pick up your bows staves axes and targe, and lead these tin-can into the charge, or blow away those early waves of foes with ease! Remember, You're packing light!)
Cloth armor
Spear
Long Briton Seax
A bag of herbs
Strange iron symbol pendant
A palomino welsh pony (Sunstone) paired with saddle bags to hold some of the smaller things
Normal clothes
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Magic:
Bark Skin: Hardens the skin to be like that of a mighty oak! Hits harder defends harder.
Cleansing Waters: Cleans a wound of impurities and helps decrease healing time.
Aids of Nature: Plants “come to life” and aid in battle (aka normal willow becomes whomping willow...and can uproot itself and follow the enemy with that whomping)
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Background/Upbringing:
Traherne was born to a family known for their link to nature. The noble house is honorable and trustworthy with Traherne being no exception. As a boy it was thought that he were mute for how silent he was, but rather he seemed to be observing everything around him. This lead to the idea that he was wise beyond his years. That is until he decided to be more of a druid then a knight.
While his family was close to nature not many decided to go the route of the druid, rather they put forth their skills in soley knighthood. FInding it an honorable thing to do. Being a druid meant being weaker, more prone to death and less likely to be able to live a long enough life for those that were served. Safe to say...his parents were disapproving and the young Traherne was shipped off to live with his uncle who had also gone the route of nature.
As Traherne became older he found that while he was more than pleased with the lack of human deaths on his hands, he wanted to serve more of a purpose. He returned to his parents...mainly his father and spoke to him about utilizing both the druidic nature and being a knight. His father being, rather skeptical, put his son through a test. A tournament, which being that Traherne wore cloth armor was thought that it would be difficult. Instead of dying or being as wounded as his father thought Traherne came out of the tournament with only one facial scar and the proud knowledge that he had proved himself.
From that point on, Traherne developed the reputation of being fascinating to watch on the field and that he was one who would do the best for situations.
To add to it Traherne is the apprentance of Merlin. He is being trained to replace that wizard but being a druid means he's not quite ready. It is hoped that with time, curiosity will replace faith and he will become a wizard fit to fill the place of Merlin.
Loyalty:

The Blood Knight

Name: Apollo Solais
Title: Apollo Solais, The Blood Knight, Wielder of Red Marble
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Age:
19
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Gender:
Sir Knight

Appearance:
Apollo is quite formidable at 6 feet tall with the build of someone who uses their fists to end arguments. His eyes are a forest green which are paired with dark brown almost black hair.
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Noble virtue:
Fidelity: To hold true to those that are close and those that he is serving.
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Knight Archetype:
Brawler: he likes to punch everything, but that doesn't mean he can't use a sword.
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Equipment:
A roan courser horse (crimson) with saddle bags
Spiked gauntlets
Blood red armor
An ornate military cleaver aka Red Marble
Normal clothes

red armor

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Magic:
Red Marble: a red metal military clever that resembles marble. It never breaks and breaks most steel swords shatter under hefty blows.
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Vows:
To serve those who are deserving and to stay loyal to those closest to him.
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Background/Upbringing:
Apollo was born to rather normal parents and then orphaned at quite the young age.
What was rather nice for him though was that there was a window with a view to the knightly competitions. This caused him to develop quite the likening to it and strive to be one of those noble knights. Someone who was string and able to protect those closest to them. To serve and show loyalty through fighting. It spoke to him on a deep level.
So one could say that he got incredibly lucky when one of those knights took him in as a squire, pulling him from the orphanage and beginning his dream. Not by any knight either, but by Sir Gawain.He proved himself a loyal and hardworking squire that when tested to be a knight he passed. As for what exactly happened...well while hunting with the knight they came across a patrol being attacked by a dire bear without a second thought. This put him not only as a knight but as a candidate for the replacement for Sir Lancelot.
He has only been a knight for a small amount of time but he quickly built a reputation for himself as a ruthless opponent that often leaves the foe a bruised and bloody mess. Thus his title of the blood knight.
As for the red Marble, that was a gift from the lake of Avalon. Apollo had been unknowingly drinking from the lake and was easily pulled in by Lady Vivian. He was shown a vision with four paths...each of which with him being beside the new ruler brining Camelot into its rightful glory. This spurred him into his first trial as the guardian one of which he plans to complete to show just how worthy he is of the title.

Loyalty:

The changeling

Name:
Real: Caspian Fandon
Alias: Dorian Ywen
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Age:
23
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Gender:
Sir Knight

Appearance:
Dorian stands at 5 feet 7 inches. His hair is as black as night and his eyes are like shining gold. His skin is on the more tan side with a rather lean build showing his affinity for dexterity. The prize of his face though is his rather fine mustache.
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Noble virtue:
Honor: While his fighting style is questionable in this regard, he is honorable in all other aspects. That being said, he expects others to behave in such a way that they to are deserving of it. If someone makes a promise he expects their word to hold true.
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Fae Influence;
Summer
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Knight Archetype:
Skirmisher: He is the kind of fighter that is dexterous and nimble. He would dodge many an attack only to spin around and stab the enemy in the back. After all when it comes to battle do you really need to be upfront about it.
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Equipment:
A dapple grey Palfrey (Marble) paired with saddle bags
Chakram (1)
A mailbreaker
Iron armor (fae iron to be specific)
Normal clothes

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Magic:
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Vows:
To preserve his honor he has sworn to never betray the one he serves.

Background/Upbringing:
The background he tells people is that he doesn't remember his childhood. That he got kicked by a horse and what he does remember is fuzzy. He goes on about how he does remember the tail end of being a squire and then a knight.
The reality is more of him being taken in by the fae as a baby. Raised amongst them and shown their ways. He found himself seeing himself as one of them...a fae more than a human.

[MonkeyBusiness]

Green Knight

Name: Bertilak de Hautdesert

Title: Lord, Green Knight

Noble virtue:
Peacekeeper - The Green Knight will bring peace to Britannia and the rest of the isles by any means necessary. This is his entire purpose for living and will do anything for peace even if it means he must fight as well.

Vow: The Green Knight will fight for the people of Britannia and protect them.

Combat Style/Knight Archetype: Mounted-Knight

Age: Immortal

Weight: 264 lbs

Height: 6'11"

Appearances/Description:
A massive man that towers over any normal human with every aspect of him being green. Even for being a large intimidating presence, his face is gentle hidden behind a mess of hair that covers most of his face from a thick beard to the shoulder length hair on his head. Bertilak seems to radiate a determination that tests the resolve of the men around him to steel themselves against their own fears.

Equipment:
Steel Chest Plate
Long travel cloak woven out of leaves and branches
One-Handed Danish Axe
Heater Shield (Engraved with a design of tree branches and roots)
Lance to be used on horse
Destrier War Horse (Also Green)

Faith: Old Ways

Magic: The Green Knight being a spirit of the land has a natural affinity towards magic but does not use magic himself. He does have a regeneration ability that allows him to regrow limbs over time and even reattach his head if it becomes separated.

Backstory: The Green Knight was born long before the Court of Arthur was created in the current age. He was given shape by the spirits of the forest as a protector of Britannia and her people from any forces that would threaten them. He has shown up in crucial times in the history of Britannia to test the people of their resolve and even lead them if that is needed. He has shown up to King Arthur's Round Table several times to test if they are worthy of holding their titles as lords and knights. Each time he would return to the Bedegraine forest after his quest was finished to await the time when he would be needed again. It is now time for him to return as the lands of Britannia are being ravaged by war and strife where monsters are roaming the land and attacking the innocent, he has come to test these knights that have stood their ground in Camelot and lead them if he must.

[Zelosse]

For your consideration

"This land must burn. It will, before this war is settled.

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Age: 45

Gender: Male

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Noble virtue: Sir Grae puts his faith, his hopes and dreams, everything that he is and ever aspired to be in his starry eyed youth into what he says is a holy flame.
In the Darkest times light can come from the sun itself or a single candle defying the wind. Even if it only banishes a portion of the darkness.

Vow: Purity - With horrible perversions of natural life stalking the world in droves it falls to the few who still bear the lantern to see them destroyed.
The burn away the unclean.
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Knight Archetype: Sir Grae was trained to fight as a foot soldier in his youth, prefering a sword and shield over the spear. Hard fought battles and age have begun to rob him of that strength but not his fierce zealotry.

Now he fights with a simple longsword and a swinging mace head, formerly a lantern. The maces head has been attached to a light chain strapped to his waist, with the head itself hollowed out.
In the center burns incense or a simple candle to serve a a lantern.

Still a foot soldier at heart, Sir Grae follows his brothers into battle wherever needed.
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Equipment:

• Leather Armor
• Chain Mail
• Leather coat
• Steel Longsword
• Mace and chain
• Lantern
• flint and tinder
• Flask of lantern oil
• 3x Wax candles
• Satchel with rations

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Magic: None
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Background/Upbringing: Note found in a hidden pocket on Sir Graes inner coat. Faded with time, written by another.

[KatKook]

The Bright Dawn

Name:

Arryn Laurent

Title:

Lady Arryn or The Bright Dawn

Noble Virtue:

The Radiance
"Faith in oneself and for another"
No one is fully lost, maybe they have just forgotten who they are. Arryn believes that anyone can come back to the light or is never to far gone. She sees the good in everyone.

Vow

Arryn vows to defend anyone that has been touched by the light of the sun, she swears that she will sacrifice her life even if it means saving another.

Combat Style/Knight Archetype:

"Pen or Sword - the shield is mightiest."
Foot knight; though Arryn depends on her shield to protect herself and her allies, even with her skill with the blade her shield is her mightiest asset. If needed, she will lead the charge behind her shield as she believes that is the only protection she will need.

Age:

28

Weight:

179 lbs

Height:

179 cm

Appearance/Description:

Arryn would be classified as an attractive woman, this may be because of her fit stature, long orange hair that goes down to her lower back or maybe just the freckles spread across her pale face. Maybe it's because of those gleaming brown eyes, who knows for sure, many describe beauty in all different manners. A lot of people have mentioned that sometimes when the sun is just right, she glows, it's odd for most but it is believed to be true which earned her nickname.

Art by Katkook

I suck at colouring but here it is

Equipment:

• Plate Mail - A bulky type of plate armour associated with the Bright Dawn with a silverish gold base colour and red velet trim assets.
• Tower shield (Shield of the Sun) - Though it looks more like an oversized Kiteshield, the Shield of the Sun's crest is of the sun instead of whoever Arryn is serving.
• Steel straight sword - The only thing to note about her straight sword is the end of the hilt is keen to look like the sun.
• Crest of the sun - A small crest used to hold her cape together.
• Pack horse - His name is Zenith.
• Open face helmet - Unlike other knights, Arryn has different virtues, she wishes to show her face to those she fights so that no one may forget who she is.
• Cape - it's red velvet coloured, nothing special.

Upbrining/Backstory:

Arryn was born in a family with 6 brothers, with Arryn being the second youngest, she was easily influenced by her brothers to do things a male would do. With that being said, she grew up as a tomboy who loved spar with her brothers who wielded swords of their own. Most of her brothers became knights except for two, one of them being the youngest. Though Arryn swore to protect her brothers she wasn't trained as much as she is now. Back then Arryn was clumsy and had trouble carrying a sword and a shield at the same time.

Time passed and her body became fit for battle, and just in the nick of time. The encampment they were training in had enemy forces and since their encampment was small it was 50 of them vs 150 soldiers. Arryn got ready, her brothers beside her, a broadsword on her main hand and a kite shield on her right. The commander of the encampment questioned how they found the place when it was practically hidden in the middle of the forest. The commander stated that the best way to defend is for them to leave the encampment and out into the open battlefield of the forest, so as the enemy got close, they did just that; battlecries could be heard as two forces clashed, her brothers already doing much better than her but everyone knew that were going to be overrun and they slowly perished, one by one. Three of her brothers have died, one of her brothers sacrificed his life for another and one of the two remained pleaded that Arryn and her other brother Vareth to run and hide in the forest. Arryn was being pulled away by Vareth just as the other brother was impaled, and both of them dropped their shields..

They ran into the forest, past the trees and a few creaks, with three enemy soldiers chasing them. Her brother then got hit by arrow in the back of the knee and they ended up into this open area, with one tree in the middle a tower shield resting on base of the tree. As Arryn dragged Vareth towards the tree, the three soldiers came marching at them. Vareth got up and held his sword and they stood back to back. Vareth got one and Arryn got another, but Vareth's leg gave in and fell down. Arryn then got distracted and the sword was thrown out her hands, the soldier hit Arryn with the hilt of his blade and knocked her to the side. He got ready to strike down Vareth, but Arryn put her hands on the shield and pulled it from the ground, as it touched the sunlight she slammed the shield right on the soldier's head and knocked him unconscious. Vareth looked at her, and he shielded his eyes asked if she was glowing like that before. Arryn felt nothing change about her, but whatever it was it can be talked about at another time. Arryn then took the shield and her sword, her brother turned to the man and finished him off, but Arryn so no need to do so. She sheathed her sword and held the shield and supported her brother and made their way to the nearest city.

That city happened to be Camelot.

As they stayed there, her brother told her story and Arryn was offered to serve Camelot, she gladly accepted and took that position with pride.

Faith:

Christianity

Loyalty:

(Leave this blank for now, later name which ruler you support.)

Magic:

Shield of the Sun - This shield grants protection to those who believe in the light.

[Renval]

Dame Isolde, the Silverwind

Name:

Elis Isolde

Moniker:

The Silverwind

Title:

Dame

Noble virtue:

The Unrelenting - Elis will always strive for perseverance, never daring to falter or fail a task set to her by a superior or herself.

Court:

Fall

Vows:

None thus far.

Combat style:

Foot Soldier: Elis prefers the versatility that comes with relying on her own movements as opposed to being on horseback. With quarterstaff in her capable hands and lighter armor upon her back, she is able to outmaneuver some foes.

Age:

26

Weight:

156lbs

Height:

5'11"

Appearance:

Elis stands much taller than most wenches or dames, rivaling some of her male compatriots. She has olive-toned skin, hazel eyes, and wavy white-colored hair that has been cropped short, although there are a few locks on her right side that remain longer. She chooses to braid and pin them to keep them out of her face. Her posture from the waist up remains disciplined and resolute – shoulders broad and chin up – although there is a longing in her hips and legs to move at all times. Her dress style has evolved over time. Elis preferred dresses and more feminine apparel when she was much younger, though, of course, now her dress remains much more masculine fitting her station as a knight. Although don't let her current looks fool you, she still knows how to dress and behave like a proper lady when the need arises.

Equipment:

• Leather Mail
• Steel Quarterstaff
• Wooden Shield
• Iron Short Sword
• Packhorse (named Miramis)

Background:

Elis spent much of her young life traveling throughout the kingdom, carried by the winds of fate, or so one might say. With only the crest of family Isolde, her packhorse, a quarterstaff, and some coin, she ventured to the borders of the kingdom. She had a habit of never settling anywhere for too long – be it because of bandit attacks on the villages she visited, the lack of family and friends, or simply a desire to keep seeing the world for herself. She could handle the odd assailant and, with mercenary work, it often felt like a life she would never retire from.

This changed, however, as the invasion began to turn the tides of life away from peace and plunged Camelot into chaos. Suddenly a life of whimsical traveling and selling her skills seemed childish. As a skilled warrior and the lone surviving member of Family Isolde (as far as she knew), it was her duty to use her talents to uphold the institution that once gave her those freedoms. She had to fight so that everyone might have the opportunity she once had. And so, she turned to join the knights. Although their training was much stricter than she had ever held herself to in the past, she vowed to persevere. In the end, if not entirely for the glory and restoration of Camelot, then for the life she longed to return to one day.

Faith:

The Old Religion

Loyalty:

???

Magic:

None.

[Amaranth]

Lady Venus Dare

Name: Lady Venus Dare
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Age: 22
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Gender: Lady
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Height: 5’7” or 170 cm
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Weight: 121 pounds or about 55 kg
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Noble virtue: The Ambitious- Lady Venus always strives to better herself in any way possible (using any method available)

Knight Archetype:

Footknight, Lady Venus prefers to fight on foot with her heirloom bastard sword, as not to endanger her only horse. Were she to gain a spare horse she'd probably become a mounted knight.
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Equipment:
> Suit of Splint Mail, blackened and blessed steel that proudly displays her family's (rather obscure) crest.
> Bastard Sword, blessed steel, well-maintained and high quality sword that was passed to Venus from her father.
> Black shield, wood covered in blessed steel, usually she leaves this on her back or with her horse as her sword is typically used with both hands.
> Pack Horse named Confession

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Magic: N/A
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Vows: ???
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Background/Upbringing:

Venus' father was a Knight of some small renown who was was granted a equally small estate as a reward for his services to the Crown. While it was not the most glamorous of places, it was a big step up for the Knight. Eventually he married another lower class noblewoman and they had a single daughter, Venus. Venus grew up up a strange limbo. She wasn't quite proper gentry, yet she was clearly above the commoners. Her family was not exactly poor but yet wasn't wealthy either. Because of this clear divide, young Venus dreamt of following in her Father's footsteps and winning the prestige she felt her family deserved. Her Father saw in young Venus the same fire of ambition that he too had experienced at her age and agreed to teach her all he knew about knighthood.

Over the course of her more martial training, Venus also took time to study court etiquette and intrigue, befriending various other noblewomen and learning their various personalities and tactics they used to try their hand at climbing the social ladder. Shortly before the downfall began, her father passed away peacefully, a rare end for a knight such as him. Mere days after her father passed, her mother followed suit, leaving in her in sole control of her family's modest holdings.

Thankfully for the upstart Dare heiress, her small estate has mostly avoided the fighting save for a few minor skirmishes. To this end, Lady Venus has taken most of her household guards and joined with the remaining forces of Camelot.

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Personality:

The Lady Venus Dare is a passionate, driven, ambitious, confident-bordering-on-arrogant, and yet very charming woman. Her biggest flaw is also her biggest strength; she puts her all of her passion into what she does. This makes her very good at leading men and gaining the respect of others and yet also entangles her. She can be ruthless but not quite cold-blooded, and it's hard for her to accept defeat or 'cut off the arm to save the body' so to speak. Overall, despite being fairly inexperienced, Venus Dare is self-assured and confident that she can elevate her family to new heights in this troubled time.

[Vesuvius00]

Lady Knight Elisabeth Briar

Given Name: (Alias)
Lady Elisabeth June Briar of the House of the Bleeding Rose

True Name:
Vitoria Chase

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Height:
152 cm / 5 ft

Weight:
51 kg / 113 lbs

Noble Virtue:
The Rose Knight's Oath
To fight until you can fight no more, to protect and care for those who cannot fight for themselves, until eventually this world becomes peaceful.

Fae Influence:
Spring Court
Cheerful and clever, wild through and through. (Orphan turned Gypsy)
(Will produce the weakest Changeling physically, but the best affinity for magic that helps the group)

Knight Archetype:
Field Surgeon
She fights as any other knight does and also takes the time after a battle to care for the wounded.
(Her preferred weapons are the Longbow and Shortsword)
(She sometimes will help the wounded during a fight too, depending on the situation.)

Equipment:

• Small Iron Dagger
  Gifted to her by a fallen Knight, and an old friend of hers.
• Long Bow and Arrows
  She knows how to make her own arrows if she's in danger of running out.
• Chain Mail
  Basically a short dress of chains that she wears over her normal dress.
• Steel Shortsword
  A well-balanced and deadly weapon in Elisabeth's hands, but nothing special on its own.
• Wooden Buckler
  She doesn't use it much considering her preference for the bow over the sword.
• Pack Horse
  Complete with packs for putting stuff in!
• Knapsack
  Holding a few keepsakes and a change of clothes for her, along with as many rations and such she could bring.
• Medical Bag and Supplies
  Some generic supplies along with the other things listed below.
• Sewing Kit
  Along with threads and needles to mend clothing, she has special thread and sutures to sew people together too.
• Assorted Bandages
  She has many, and always keeps some on her person.
• Sharpened Scalpels
  One with a larger blade for worse or deeper wounds, and a smaller one that she keeps on her person at all times for quick care of a wound and bloodletting poisons from the system.
• A Bottle of Alcohol
  For cleaning both wounds and tools.
• A Flask
  Meant to hold the kind of Alcohol meant for drinking... It's been empty for some time.
• A Cross Necklace
  A silver cross on a simple chain.
• A Bible
  Leather bound and well worn from years of use.
• A Small Journal
  She keeps it as a diary, and has recorded much of her most important medical knowledge and other discoveries within. She's had it most of her life.

Magic:
None, at the moment.

Vows:
None, at the moment.

Faith:
She believes the faith her family followed, but the Fae that raised her are just as much family as those related to her by blood. She respects the Old Faith, but chooses to believe in Christianity.

Loyalty:
Unknown- She has no opinion of either yet.

Personality:
She is a very kind person, and will often go out of her way to try and make someone’s day- she enjoys seeing people smile. She is slow to anger, and quick to forgive. She is a loyal friend and very cunning in the face of adversity, coming up with plans that would seem childish in their simplicity but prove her instincts are spot-on. She’s very good at reading people, and at estimating how any actions she could take in a situation would most likely turn out. People tend to feel comfortable around her, as she is a proven healer and a genuinely nice person. Behind the sweet and kind exterior however, there lies a fierce and dangerous woman. She is grounded in her Faith and values knowledge to a nearly obsessive degree. For as nice as she seems though, she tends to drink to excess when she can, for many reasons.

Background/Upbringing:
Vitoria Chase was a curious child- and curiosity took her to strange places at times. One day she wandered too far into the forest, and lost her way back home. She was 7 or 8 at the time, and while she'd tried to find the path, it seemed that she was getting farther and farther away from all that she knew. After a few days, the Fae found her, and took her in. Shortly after they did, she changed her name to Elisabeth at their recommendation- It was the name of a friend she'd had before she had gotten lost. She spent the rest of her childhood with the Fae, raised as one of their own.

When she was 12 or so, they began teaching her how to fight. Other Fae and Humans were their enemies, but she never really understood why. She hated the fighting, and so she started trying to learn how to heal instead of harm. The Fae allowed her to learn what she wished, alongside their training. She became a soldier and a medic, trained to heal wounds even of the magical variety.

Eventually she left the Fae, to live out among the world. There she became a Knight, and that brings us about to where we are now.

Of course, she never tells anyone the true version of her history. When asked, she is simply Elisabeth Briar, only daughter of a minor noble family somewhere to the south- and that's all that you need to know, because the past isn't what matters right now.

[Bright_Ops]

Fortune De Vigny

Name: Fortune De Vigny
Title: Sir
Noble virtue: When he was on the crisp of become a man, a plague swept through his families house hold and lands, cutting down many in its path. His father and mother died early in the outbreak and his elder brother fell ill shortly afterwards; Fortune stayed by his brother's side, tending to him as best he could even as others fled and he caught the illness himself. While he brother did not survive, Fortune did; Illness and plague became his enemy and he would split his childhood into training to be a knight and learning from what doctors and healers he could find in order to combat his deeply hated foe in whatever form he could.

Vow: "The Bringer of Pestilence stalks these lands, causing those living there to wither and die. Therefore, I must follow it's and defeat it where I can."- Fortune has received some degree of medical training from healers and doctors that he has encountered, but he has sworn an oath that in the event of a plague, he would enter the stricken area to tend to the sick.

Combat Style/Knight Archetype: Fortune is a knight that prefers to fight with sword and shield, marching into battle with his peers on foot. While he can ride a horse, he finds the creatures a bit too easy to bring down with arrow fire or likely to panic in combat.

Age: 21

Height: 182 cm (about 6 foot)

Appearances/Description:


Fortune De Vigny outside of his armor isn't exactly the picture of a heroic knight that the stories and tales talk about; He survived the illness that swept through the De Vigny estate that laid low both of his parents, his brother and almost all of their servants (with the exception of those disloyal cowards who ran away) but he appears more akin to a decently fed peasant then that of a noble born due to how the illness pocked the skin of his face and weakened his body. He has managed to recover a lot of his former strength through.

His eyes are a light blue while his hair is a messy brown/blonde color. His skin in a tanned white that still shows the signs of the damage the illness did to him years ago.

It isn't strange for Fortune to dress in the attire of a healer or, if the situation calls for it, the attire of a plague doctor if he is not actively fighting on the front. The De Vigny crest he wears is a shield colored blue and white with a black cross dividing it into four sections. At the center of the cross is a unicorn, raising up on its back legs as if trying to kick something in the face with its front hooves.

Equipment:
A suit of 'lesser' plate armor.
A sword and shield with the De Vigny crest.
A horse named Twilight.
A set of healers/doctors robes.
A travel bag filled with his medical tools.
A travel bag filled with dried medical herbs and sustainable medical components.
A set of wax treated plague doctors robes and a plague doctors mask.

Upbringing/Backstory:
The De Vigny family was a minor noble house in the grand scheme of things; A lesser noble family in the eyes of the major players but a noble family none the less. When King Arthur established the kingdom of Camelot Fortune's father was quick to swear loyalty to the king who was uniting their land and served happily for many years as a knight.

Fortune De Vigny was the younger of the two sons of the De Vigny household, which removed some of the expectations of him becoming the ruler of their holdings and thus allowed him to be fully dedicated to a life of knighthood so that he could serve his brother and king and possibly earn himself lands to call his own. His trainers were not cruel people, but they were strict and could prove rather harsh when it came to correcting mistakes. Fortune had very little free time for himself, often spending a great deal of time from sun up to sun down split between training, studies and the duties he was entrusted with until well after sun down and he could finally get some sleep.

In Fortune's 12th year, a pox swept through the De Vigny lands and household, claiming many in its brutal wake. The Lord and Lady of the house died early in the outbreak, with Fortune's elder brother (the new Sir De Vigny) being sickened soon afterwards. While the staff of the household fled, Fortune stayed by his brother's side to treat him as best he could by keeping him fed, watered and generally looking after him as much as someone without knowing any real method of treating an illness; He tried to keep him alive so that he could fight it off naturally.

Even as he treated his brother, Fortune fell ill himself. Despite the ravages of the pox taking its toil on him, he forced himself to keep going in order to look after himself and his brother because there wasn't anyone else he could ask to do so. Despite his efforts, the pox claimed his brother much like it claimed their parents. Alone and sick, Fortune finally had the chance to rest as he looked after himself the best he could, but he fully expected to die with the rest of his family.

He doesn't know if the Christian God or one of the Old Gods took a moment of pity on him, but Fortune was surprised when the effects of the pox started to subside; It would take him a long time to recover properly and his skin would forever be marked by it, but he had survived where many others didn't. The outbreak faded with time, people returned to their homes and their jobs... and Fortune De Vigny became the sole surviving member of his family.

The next few years were dedicated to study and recovery since he didn't have the strength to continue training in combat, with Fortune having to learn how to manage the family estate first hand with the aid of a steward. He also showed an almost zealous interest in learning about medicine and healing, learning what he could from any source that presented itself. As the years passed and he gained the physical ability to start training for combat again, he threw himself into it with gusto!

While he became a knight somewhat later then normal due to his period of illness and recovery, Fortune happily made his vows and claimed the title of Sir De Vigny for his own. What brought him to the attention of the Round Table was not his feats in battle through; It was his desire to go out and treat the sick that earned him fame.

Faith: Doesn't know enough of either to claim one way or the other, but has a healthy respect for the Fae.
Loyalty:
Magic: Dragons Blood(Ring Of Dragons Blood); No illness, poison, infection or curse can take hold in the wearer of the dragons blood ring.

[LadyRunic]

Surreal Mirror

Name: Hexe Hallelven-Lorrens

Moniker: Surreal Mirror

Title; MiLady, Miss, Ma'am, Madam, Lady

Noble virtue: The Observant- She watched things. From birth she watched the Fae and the dances within that Court. She learned the dance of sword and shield and the flight of a bow. Her eyes though filled with interest in a conversation are keen and notice so much. Her ears are sharp as well for many will pay in favor for information.

Court: Fall (UnSeelie)

Vow: (Vows or Oaths you have taken as a knight, Changelings Cannot break vows.)

Combat Style/Knight Archetype: The typical sword and shield. Though the latter is a smaller buckler more to deflect blows, allowing her quick footing and speed. She also is skilled with a bow for hunting- mainly beasts for upon the road. She was also taught two handed sword for the heavier opponents.

Age: 22

Weight: 120 lbs

Height: 5 foot 5 inches

Appearances/Description (Picture and text combined, please)

Hexe is average. Height, weight, looks. There really isn't anything that makes her stand out physically other than her skills and fierce determination in battle. She is merely pretty instead of beautiful. With brown hair, eyes and a slight splattering of freckles she looks like peasent stock though her parents are of the blue blood. To this looks she adds a air of calm acceptance of friendliness she's learnt to fake in her years of the Fae Court. Letting blusters wear themselves out on a so call 'friendly' and 'harmless' mortal ear.

Equipment: Cold Iron armor and weapons. You are the Bane of Fae and Monsters, but mortal man has better equipment against men...

- A large Chestnut courser mare, ugly but smart (with saddle bags and saddle)
- A small buckler (shield)
- A cold iron bastard sword
- A hunting bow of yew
- Chain mail over leather
- A Thick russet cloak
- Two quivers of arrows, one for hunting arrows and the other with boardheads
- A band of woven black horse hair braid that she generally uses to keep her hair from her face.

Upbringing/Backstory:
Hexe was not a orphan. Her mother was a Highborn Lady and her father a Highborn Lord. However, they were not married- or they were, but to other people. Her mother gave her to the Fair Folk to spare her from death at the hands of the woman's husband, and her husband's wife. Thus she was taken to the Gray Baron's Courts and trained by the method of aggressive caution. Well did Hexe know the taste of dirt and defeat, though her mentors gave her just enough taste of victory to keep her moving forward and thus she did. She left years later to look upon the late King Authur's Kingdom for various reasons.

Faith: The Old Ways

Loyalty: (Leave this blank for now, later name which ruler you support.)

Magic: Please do not Pre-plan for spells.