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@PKMNB0Y I've got the completed version below. I drafted up a rough draw with a mild grey-scale shading for his image.

Here's my CS. Image is still in the works but everything else is drafted up.



Now that he's here it's time to see what needs adjustment.
@Rune_Alchemist I have taken into consideration your recommendations and made a number of adjustments to the CS.



Do let me know your thoughts.
Here is my CS. I'll be working on an image to apply for the appearance section over the next few days. I don't expect my first draft to fit in perfectly so I'm well prepared to adjust it as needed.

@Rune_Alchemist - I'll be seeing to posting a CS tonight.
I'll submit my bid to join.
@PKMNB0Y - Hello. I see in the title you're still accepting. If that is so I shall be putting forth a CS before long. Since this seems to be a take on an FF14-esque setting my character's theming is likely going to resemble with something of an existing class from that MMO, perhaps with a personal twist for added flavor.
Got a post up. Martin's in that sort of void where in an anime there'll be that guy who's standing and spectating the action while commenting on what's going on to draw out the episode's runtime.
Martin Hollowsland

His view was rather obscured from all the way outside the action where he was. This was fine since he was hiding in the bushes but the enemy reinforcements emerging from the bushes was waaay too close for comfort, giving him a real scare. He kept his mouth shut tight of course, one of the few skills he's honed quite well over his relatively short life. From his poor vantage he could see a mess of things happening, a good amount of it centered on the enigmatic black knight hacking away at the enemy soldiers. Well, at least until the knight got it's own head lopped right off. Martin cringed at the sight of the knight's demise. He knew he should of expected that these things would happen in battle but seeing it and not being able to stop it was still a hard truth for him to swallow.

And then the knight just killed the guy that killed him, breaking their neck with a punch. Martin's eyes were wide with disbelief.

'Oh goddess, that's probably an undead, isn't it? I'm eighty, possibly eighty five percent certain that's what it is. This isn't good. Who's using necromancy to aid the Iron Rose Knights? What have I gotten myself into?'

Thoughts were racing rapidly through his head in an ever-increasingly concerned tone. Much like Sir Redregard's squires however he was in no position to even say anything, let alone act upon these revelations.

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Meanwhile, as for Sir Redregard he simply gave a salute, grinning with anticipation.

"Aye! Ah'll ride down any flankin' bahstids, dun't 'ya worry commanda!"

Leaving Fanilly with that difficult message to decipher he rode on out towards the rear. With spear at the forefront he swept against the flanks of the enemy's reinforcement wave, spearing men at the very edge of the line before peeling off to line up for another run at the enemy, keeping his eyes sharp for enemies units trying to pull up on the Iron Rose's own flanks.
Indeed. However Martin only has a difference of nine centimeters over her default form and looks like a frail coat hanger made of tissue papers in terms of body mass.
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