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Thanks for taking the time to read this. So, internet alias being Alarieth. I'm a 21-year old male with several years experience in roleplaying. That being said, I'm not a native English speaker, so bear that in mind please. Even so, I don't think my roleplaying suffers from it.

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Well that makes me feel better ha. Someone has to attempt to end this century long war.


Well, that's Valorian's whole character motivation >.< I had hoped that his determination to do such was apparent D:
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Of course, I understand that, but their at least should be talk of war, the front lines and what not. I just want to get that clarified.


Of course, we'll get to all of that! :3
@LokiLeo789 Well, it's a war that's been going on for centuries, so obbiously he can't be on the frontlines all the time, but he'll go there without a doubt.
Phew~ it's been so long since I roleplayed, it's taking a while to get back into it.
Bwoof. I managed to post, hurrah! \o/
Valorian Lionfury
Lightkeep

A king could ill afford a night worth of bad sleep, especially a king at war such as himself. Nonetheless, he found himself unable to drift away into the land of sleep. Even there, rest would not come easily, during his long reign in this war, atrocities had piled up on his soul, one after the other, both of his own making and those of the enemies. There were few nights now that granted him the tranquility of a dreamless sleep. Perhaps he should order an alchemist to help him with this affliction, or perhaps the royal chef knew of some sort of recipe himself already. It was the least of his concerns however, blessed as he was with his physique, it seemed as if he required sleep a lot less than regular humans, despite how exhausting a king's duties were. Possibly it was simply because he knew that there was no room whatsoever for him to show the weakness of fatigue, his sheer willpower forcing the weariness away.

Years ago, that willpower had come more easily to him than it did today, Valorian had to admit that he was no longer a young man. While the scars of time were all but hidden from the general public, he himself could feel that they had begun to take their toll. The weight of his crown had grown heavy, while there was still no end in sight to this conflict. His conviction thus remained as strong as ever, if not strengthened by the inevitable future of his own age. His line was secure in his son, that much was sure, but he could scarcely expect him to inherit the troubled kingdom as it was now. In fact, he vowed to deliver a free kingdom to him, and when he finally perished, he'd walk among his ancestors as an equal, or perhaps even as their better. The one who finally put a stop to the encroaching darkness settling upon the land.

The specs of rain pattering down on his face brought him out of his thoughts however. Could he no more fight the darkness like he could not change the weather? After all, every light cast a shadow, and every day needed a night. If that was true, Valorian shuddered to imagine what kind of shadow he had cast. Those were matters that he ought to ban from his mind. A king always had to be determined, with his vision towards the future. Every man was capable of doubting him and blaming him, but if he started to doubt and blame himself, that was the end. The first crack in his armor and the beginning of weakness leading to his downfall.

The rain that swept over his nation would soon pale in comparison to the conflict peaking in its intensity. Valorian could call it a premonition or a gut feeling, but he was under the impression that the conflict would soon become an all out war. Like how this rain would only be a prelude to the inevitable storm that was bound to follow. Only now, in these private moments did Valorian allow himself to indulge in these grim thoughts and self-reflection, all too soon the kingdom demanded his unwavering willpower again, and he would prove he had just that in ample supply.

He idly flicked drops of water from his hair and beard, re-assuming the untouchable persona that was meant to be the shining beacon of humanity's hopes and dreams against the darkness. Turning his back on the weather, he stalked back into the halls of Lightkeep, strolling through the hallways and corridors were his father and his father's father had walked just as him, no doubt with similar worries and duties. Thankfully, it did not seem that he was as alone as he had thought, awake, that was.

One of the newest members of his Kingsguard stood lonesome on guard, seemingly quite annoyed one way or the other. If he were to rely on this person's strength and skills to guard him and his most important interests, he supposed he ought to at least gauge his worth and gain a clearer picture of what kind of a person he was.

"Sir Vauch."
Valorian called out as he approached, his voice as stoic and authoritative as ever. Even if it was the dead of night, a king did not lower his voice for any occasion.

"Everything is in order? I take it you are adjusting well to your newfound duties and responsibilities?"
Truth be told, Valorian was already slightly biased, knowing of Vauch's origins and previous transgressions. Thankfully, he respected skill enough to overlook the past slightly, though good acts did not necessarily wash away the bad ones.
@pure493 Looks like a good relation with the king, I just hope the King has enough allies when hell breaks loose!
Feels like a very bad/mediocre post, but it's a post nonetheless! (Also considering it's 2AM over here I suppose quality isn't guaranteed anymore)
Goodnight! o/

Also, best of luck with the icky migraines :/
Sakura

She kept watching Keiko for a while longer, recognizing her as a possible annoyance that she might need to deal with sooner rather than later. She'd have to read up on who she was later on, as student council president, she had access to all sorts of files on various students. Mostly registration forms and medical dossiers, but there were bound to be interesting clues in there nonetheless. While Suna might have been able to brush Keiko's blatant act of insubordination and clear challenge to the president under the covers, Sakura wasn't exactly known as the type who just let things go or didn't read a lot more into such gestures than she should. For now however, she'd be content with letting Kenshi decide on what to do with her, as was his job.

Her piercing gaze followed her silver-haired chairman leave, trying to get a good read on him. She had set out to motivate the school, but perhaps she ought to pay more attention to her inner circle. Judging from the why he so aggressively stomped off, there were more than a few issues eating away at him. She was far from a psychiatrist, but she might be able to slice away some problems one way or another.

Just as she was about to follow Kenshi to the dojo and give him a piece of her mind and perhaps another peptalk, another student with a vacant look approached her. The way he looked at her was jut a little unsettling. Rather than to look directly at he, he managed to look straight past her, but very unlike someone who had lost their eyesight entirely. For Sakura, it was an odd confrontation. She was used to staring someone directly in their eyes, though that effect was completely lost on this person, despite the fact that he wasn't entirely blind. It pained her to think that perhaps she wasn't as prepared to deal with some of the students here yet as she had anticipated, despite her confidence.

"Hello, Miss Tasabara. Did I miss an act of compliance?"

She turned to face him properly, the ordeal of her looking him up and down to gauge his worth probably going completely unnoticed by him.
"You did, more or less anyway. I'm not in the habit of repeating myself however." She addressed him, her arms still crossed over her chest. Despite the fact that he couldn't see her properly, her particular dominant and authorative stance and tall figure, not to mention her voice were most likely still enough to identify her easily.
"Not to worry, I'll make sure everyone gets the message somehow... And you are~?"
Morning guys!~

How are all of you doing?


Evening here! Quite exhausted really but gonna try and get a post up anyway!
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