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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Steffy's relation chart

Fanilly: Out of everyone, Fanilly is actually the person Steffen roots for the most. Yes indeed a lot of people think she is unfit for her position as Knight Captain, for good reasons, it's hard to really feel any emotions other than that of encouragement and compassion, especially when he understood perfectly how it is to have to conform to how people see you. If anything, the irritation, to put it nicely, he'd have would belong to the Iron Roses nobility, whoever that may be, who dictated this full moon tradition. But he knew being vocal about it would just make things difficult for him, as he's an outlander knight. Not every knight is equal. Nevertheless, Steffen secretly nurtures a hope that she would succeed in whatever she wants to do, and would try to at the very least make her life not anymore complicated than it already is.

Tyaethe: And why is that tradition still around? Well, Steffen couldn't blame Tyaethe for everything, but it's not hard to see that she's a very stubborn traditionalist, acting as the veto to every changes. And the complicated thing is that it's for an understandable reason. She has been around since the beginning, have definitely seen a lot of goodbyes. It's not hard to envision the feeling she has. Steffen doesn't know exactly how to feel about the vampire honestly, aside from maybe curiosity. Her existence and lengthy experience is worth learning about regardless.

Cecilia: It's hard to have any peace and quiet around her. Steffen would be nice to her more often than not, but she is getting on his nerves a bit with her laziness and poor discipline, always trying to find reasons to give her paperwork to others (mostly him), and driving him on the ropes with his own. He is also curious at that bow as well, what's the story behind that?

Serenity: A model knight, what else could he say. It's quite hard to criticize the young lady's shrewdness when it comes to knightly affairs. Her impeccable technique and style with or without her weapon is something Steffen could learn from, and he's more than ok doing training with her if she wants it. He could trust that Serenity would not be using him for personal gains. However, he could tell very obviously that there's some degree of animosity between her and Fanilly, which from first glance looked concerning, speaking from first-hand experience.

Renar: Steffen doesn't really care for the man's social ambitions. Both of them are sticking to their own path, and he didn't seem to bother Steffen on that, so he didn't want to dip his horns in where he didn't need to. He could see where the so-called 'Bastard of Brias' came from, and he'd welcome his dirty tricks in a battle any day. It's not like Steffen adheres strictly to the knightly honor anyway. But he sometimes feels it's...unnecessary? Steffen is willing to swipe aside his notion of honor if it meant dealing with a serious threat, but it's a regrettable result that he found no joy in. For Renar, it feels like he revels in being this ruthless efficiency type instead, if which true would be a little off-putting.

Gerard: Whereas Serenity is the model knight, Gerard is the model protagonist for a lot of stories and legends he had heard, a lot of them coming from his homeland Barukstaed. A man from peasant upbringings, with his convictions and skills, rising through to become a knight in shining armor, vowing to serve the people he loved. That's literature materials right there, except for the heroes in these stories tend to love deities more than people. But regardless, Steffen liked Gerard just for that. It's easier to hear stories than become one.

Fionn: A nice guy, and nicer to be around too, if it wasn't for him being a bit too generous to others, including Steffen, when they hang out. But that is the Ingvarr's problem, not Fionn's. The knight's origin as a mercenary from Velt does allow for more compatibility and more stories to share with one another, compared to more native Thaln knights who likely still saw Barukstaed as that frozen barren wasteland in the legends.

Fleuri: Another devoted knight also, this one coming from a noble family instead. But the one thing that distinguishes Fleuri from the others like him would be the blight in his history, and how he came back from it more devoted than ever. It's a little ironic that the title of 'Flower of the North' is tied to such a dark time in his life, when it's actually quite apt for Fleuri now. A flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. The Flower of the North learned from his mistakes and overcame it. It's quite admirable.

Lein: More paperwork, but he repays Steffen much better than Cecilia ever would. Surprisingly enough, the Ingvarr enjoys the company with him, despite being the target of the teasing he's often subjected to. In fact, being teased like that did make conversations with Lein more personal than with other knights. He felt like there's more to it than this image of a very unbecoming troublemaker Hundi with a prosthetic arm. It doesn't help that the stories about him are quite inconsistent, but it's not like Steffen could really judge him on that. After all, he too had some old scars to hide.

Vier: A warrior that utilizes magic to bolster his swordsmanship power, a homeschooled style even, despite being taboo learning magic outside of the official mage academy. It's actually more interesting to see what other individuals tend to come up with outside of the boundaries of religious rule. Other than that, he's a nice guy, probably needs a bit more combat training.

Sergio: If anything, Sergio reminds Steffen of himself, but without much of the baggage that came with it. The Ingvarr would have spent more time chatting and training with him if not for scheduling conflict and the fact that the Knight of the Harvest Moon wasn't very much around during mealtime.

Nico: It's interesting how there's a lot of sellswords and mercenaries who's quite an exemplary knight and a decent person. Steffen certainly did enjoy any conversations they had, and nothing much else to say against him, aside from maybe one thing.

Steffen: He would like to believe that his past is behind him, one that if he did not say anything about, no one would know. But sometimes, in moments of solitude, he'd be reminded of his mistakes. In a way, wishing for a peaceful life is a selfish desire, and in his attempts to achieve that, he closed his heart to other's suffering. And its consequences had been heart-breaking. He wanted to make up for it; if only he had been more caring to his brother, or more involved with his new tribe. But redemption and forgiveness is too little too late at this point. He could only be better for the sake of this new home, new family.

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Irian Sinewell

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In this desolate, barren rocky lands, the sight of dark brown soil was definitely worth a look at. No creatures, even faes or the dreaded Midnight Hunt were to cause the earth to be this disturbed. And it wasn't nice and easy either, so much of these were either intentionally upturned or something else big had caused this phenomena. Increasingly, the notion that regular bandits were behind these raids grew twisted. From the beginning, the wood elf could somewhat entertain the idea. After all, bandits could be just as organized as any professional assassin attacks if they were led well. However, this felt a little off to him. According to reports, they were also stealing the deceased as well as the living. He wouldn't discount unrelated freaks and crazies involved, but for his often alarmist and cautious mind, he had to be prepared that it wasn't what he or they wanted.

The elf silently moved inbetween the jagged white rocks, each step simply eased into the earth softly, bow in hand, an arrow in another. While many of these rocks looked natural, shaped by the unforgiving river of time, there were some rocks with sharp edges that were clearly broken by force.

'More unnatural activities.' Irian grazed the rock as he neared. It was beginning to feel a little bit unpleasant.

A couple more steps forward and a rather disturbing sight came into view. A skull of some unfortunate souls atop a stick. From a distance, the elf could not really discern if the skull was real or not, and he did not even want to touch the possibility that the skull was just a disturbed creature robbed from its grave, or was someone tortured and beheaded on a stick. The thought of someone being put through that kind of atrocity, it disgusted him.

Either way, he needed to head back to the Princess. He had seen enough. Their settlement would likely not be that far off from there.

Sky High Delivery Service!

"Ah, I see, well, I don't have a clock, but should be anytime now." Bactrie replied, as the small goblin lady pointed at the glasses on his hat. He gave a little chuckle and said. "Ah that's my friend. He's a little shy but he likes the view from up here!" He waved his hand. "Just kidding, it's my aviator glasses. I got it from a friend of mine."

Not long after, the airship arrived, attracting a significant proportion of the crowd over to. The gigantic airship towering over the crowds below took quite a bit to dock, before a stern-looking elf appeared from within to greatly disappoint those who were around hoping to get some cash out of the visit. As people began to disperse and gradually as the group he was around began to stand out, the elf turned to inquire him and the two acquaintances he just made. The armour-piercing gaze took him aback a little, but Bactrie managed to stand straight and maintained eye contact.

"He does." He glanced over to the older gentleman, before looking back at the elf. "For me, umm..." Bactrie reached into his chest pocket and reach out a small letter. "It's for Captain Olivia, from her colleague Captain Carlos. From what I've heard, the captain wants another pilot."

Life in Gloomminster

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"Eeeey, nice!" The beaver gave Bonnie a thumbs-up. "I'm tenant. A pleasure to be here." He nodded with a smile before heading back out, pushing his tricycle around and into the alleyway nearby. It didn't actually look like the dedicated parking space in the town, but it worked. He shouldn't expect anything too fancy after all. As long as there was that metal bar to keep the vehicle firmly in place and no one is able to steal it fast enough.

He locked the trike into said metal bar, then grabbed the luggage from the container and carried them into the backdoor stairs on both hands, despite seemingly quite heavy. The way up was already opened for him to go through, and so he just made his way in, though not without looking through the assortments of small items along the way, being careful not letting his large body and tail knocking things over. The smell of wood and a mixture of lavender and moss quickly got to him, already liking both of these.

"Eyo again folks." Ornager gave a two-fingered salute to all the member of Bonnie's tour, including the two ladies whom he met at the cafe. With Bonnie's permissions, he took a quick look at both the room that he missed while he was locking his vehicle. "Oh beaver, that looks good." He said, heading back to the third door, noticing the birch bark. "Very sturdy reinforced wood indeed. It is a well-maintained place." He was starting to think he was getting quite a bit of a bargain from this place.

@PerfectThought

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Irian

Name: Irian Sinewell
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:
Irian stands at an average 5'7 (175cm), with a reasonably yet decently well-built body. His blonde hair extends shoulder-length, to contrast with his green eyes. His attire is generally green as befitting his Wood Elf origin, but he has also incorporated purple as the other shade in his clothes.

Personality:
From the looks of it, Irian is quite a serious individual, rather straightforward, duty driven and concentrated, and is quite professional even when it comes to small talks, but if you were to try to go out of their way to strike up a conversation with him, he wouldn't mind it, but don't expect any lengthy talks. He's also a decently open person when it comes to knowledge, whether it is his fighting capabilities, his past, his roots as an Veltian elf, etc, as long as there are nothing taboo, or a person is coming to him in good honest faith, he's willing to reciprocate the feeling.

Irian is fueled by a desire to learn and understand the world around him, not out of an altruistic and abstract vision that 'Knowledge is power'. Knowledge IS power, but that power is used to survive close by to Ithillin. There is a concrete and material gain from absorbing knowledge about the world, and he's all for it. He is very observant and reads others well, and naturally he is quite good when it comes to politics and diplomacy.

Brief Backstory:
Irian was born in one of the few forest settlements by the Wood Elves lying somewhere in the Velt's eastern borders. As the middle sibling, as his parents grew older, Irian was given a lot of privilege when it comes to social standings. He was not groomed into being head of family, nor was he living in the shadows of any siblings. He was his own person, and that allowed him to pursue his career as a forest watcher as soon as he matured.

Being forest watchers, his role was to keep eyes on any unwanted visitors, whether that be Veltians or Ithilianes, or even other creatures who wandered their ways into the elve's sights. Being a distinct and integral position for an elf to be in, Irian was taught pretty much everything an elf was supposed to be taught: hunting, survival skills and archery. And he surely did prove himself to be both an accurate shot and a fast one, though it's not always both. While it was important work, the remote position of his settlement did make jobs quite simple for the first few years. However, that was about to change.

The brewing cold war between Velt and Ithillin were slowly creeping up to the elves, who were caught in between both sides. Border skirmishes became more common, and forest watchers like Irians found themselves in incredibly tenuous position of possibly starting conflicts between the elves and the kingdoms, which they stood no chance against, or between those two kingdoms with each other, which would still result in the elves getting roped in nonetheless. The tension could no longer be ignored when a particularly aggressive Ithillin patrols open fired on the forest watchers, which led to a firefight that lasted for hours between the soldiers. The superior archery and home terrain of the elves drove the Ithilianes back, but this victory would not mean much, as the elf leaders feared retaliations from the Ithilianes. Seeing that playing both sides in the conflict would lead the elves nowhere but misery and destruction, they decided to cooperate with the Veltian, who were friendlier to them to begin with. Irian, also having understood the current climate his city found themselves in, volunteered to join the Hraesleg Lions, a growing authority in the borderlands, hoping they would be willing to protect the elves if war breaks out.

Equipment:
Being a forest ranger, Irian possesses and is very familiar with his bow, in which he takes very rigorous care of to make sure his every shot still rings true. Aside from that, he is also equipped with a short sword for any melee combat situations. His relatively standard armor is received more recently due to his employment in the Hraesleg Lions, having a more all-rounded combat role rather than forest watchers.

Skills:
Irian is a highly skilled bow users, well-trained in elfen archery, with shots so accurate it could be measured with a gold coin. In need of a target disposed from afar, Irian is the right person for that task. Despite that, being more open to other forms of archery, Irian is also trained in a more high-speed, medium-ranged styled archery that seeks to loose as many arrows as possible onto the enemy. Irian is also adequately trained on anemo magic, mostly to be chanted into his equipment, increasing the power, range or piercing capabilities of his bow/arrow, or in some niche cases allowing him to bend the trajectory of his projectiles slightly, albeit it would need to be premeditated. He is also able to hold his own in melee, but don't expect any miracles from it.

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Air burst arrows sound good actually, and the description is vague enough I think to cover that as well.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

⚘ Steffen Gravinir ⚘

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Steffen found himself staring eye to eye with his fellow landsman as yet again both of them engaged in a test of might. The Ingvarr could feel the bone surfacing on his skins making contact with his gauntlet, as he gritted his teeth to suppress the fierce resistance of the Barukstaedian man. Visibly, Steffen was superior raw strength-wise, but it was not clear, as there were still movements that his opponent could do that would later manifest into a proper retaliation. But that was when Sir Fleuri came in, and also when Steffen was quite disappointed that despite it, he was able to dodge the lethal blow, moving his head to catch the blade slightly off the artery. It was progress sure, but now the warrior from Barukstaed had a legitimate opportunity to counter-attack.

The first sign for Steffen of danger was when his opponent shifted his hand over to the blade, slowly finding the foothold to raise the axe against the Ingvarr's tremendous strength. The second and the last sign that he needed to disengage was the arcane power flowing through the axe once again. The explosion that sent Sir Vier flying was now threatening to do the same for him. He was forced to let go of that axe and jumped back from the axe that was slamming towards his head. That axe did not make contact with the ground though. His opponent was smarter than that, as he stopped the axe as soon as the Ingvarr moved away from its movement path, turned around and trying to engage Fleuri instead, knowing that they were the pain dealer, but much less resilient to the Barukstaedian's advances.

This time though, Steffen was not stunned by the attack. His jump got him close to the nearby wall of the mausoleum, to which his hand pushed against with his full might for momentum to charge right back at the Barukstaedian once again. Continuous pressure, leaving him no room to breath. If he were to catch his opponent from behind, Steffen would immediately grapple him, one hand around the man's neck and the other reaching for his dagger strapped to his belt, aiming to accomplish what Fleuri could not earlier. Otherwise, he'd continue his barrage of both fist and knife-play, smelling blood in the wound that was dealt.

@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Aye @VitaVitaAR, thanks for the correction. As for magic, how about this?

Skill:

Irian is also adequately trained on anemo magic, mostly to be chanted into his equipment, increasing the power, range or piercing capabilities of his bow/arrow, or in some niche cases allowing him to bend the trajectory of his projectiles slightly, albeit it would need to be premeditated.

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Alright, I hope the backstory is ok. Let me know if there's any issues.

Irian

Name: Irian Sinewell
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:
Irian stands at an average 5'7 (175cm), with a reasonably yet decently well-built body. His blonde hair extends shoulder-length, to contrast with his green eyes. His attire is generally green as befitting his Wood Elf origin, but he has also incorporated purple as the other shade in his clothes.

Personality:
From the looks of it, Irian is quite a serious individual. Rather straightforward, duty driven and concentrated, he does not really engage in small talk with others, and is quite professional even when it comes to it, but if you were to try to go out of their way to strike up a conversation with him, he wouldn't mind it, but don't expect any lengthy talks. He's also a decently open person when it comes to knowledge, whether it is his fighting capabilities, his past, his roots as an Veltian elf, etc, as long as there are nothing taboo, or a person is coming to him in good honest faith, he's willing to reciprocate the feeling.

Irian is fueled by a desire to learn and understand the world around him, not out of an altruistic and abstract vision that 'Knowledge is power'. Knowledge IS power, but that power is used to survive close by to Ithillin. There is a concrete and material gain from absorbing knowledge about the world, and he's all for it. He is very observant and reads others well, and naturally he is quite good when it comes to politics and diplomacy.

Brief Backstory:
Irian was born in one of the few forest settlements by the Wood Elves lying somewhere in the Velt's eastern borders. As the middle sibling, as his parents grew older, Irian was given a lot of privilege when it comes to social standings. He was not groomed into being head of family, nor was he living in the shadows of any siblings. He was his own person, and that allowed him to pursue his career as a forest watcher as soon as he matured.

Being forest watchers, his role was to keep eyes on any unwanted visitors, whether that be Veltians or Ithilianes, or even other creatures who wandered their ways into the elve's sights. Being a distinct and integral position for an elf to be in, Irian was taught pretty much everything an elf was supposed to be taught: hunting, survival skills and archery. And he surely did prove himself to be both an accurate shot and a fast one, though it's not always both. While it was important work, the remote position of his settlement did make jobs quite simple for the first few years. However, that was about to change.

The brewing cold war between Velt and Ithillin were slowly creeping up to the elves, who were caught in between both sides. Border skirmishes became more common, and forest watchers like Irians found themselves in incredibly tenuous position of possibly starting conflicts between the elves and the kingdoms, which they stood no chance against, or between those two kingdoms with each other, which would still result in the elves getting roped in nonetheless. The tension could no longer be ignored when a particularly aggressive Ithillin patrols open fired on the forest watchers, which led to a firefight that lasted for hours between the soldiers. The superior archery and home terrain of the elves drove the Ithilianes back, but this victory would not mean much, as the elf leaders feared retaliations from the Ithilianes. Seeing that playing both sides in the conflict would lead the elves nowhere but misery and destruction, they decided to cooperate with the Veltian, who were friendlier to them to begin with. Irian, also having understood the current climate his city found themselves in, volunteered to join the Hraesleg Lions, a growing authority in the borderlands, hoping they would be willing to protect the elves if war breaks out.

Equipment:
Being a forest ranger, Irian possesses and is very familiar with his bow, in which he takes very rigorous care of to make sure his every shot still rings true. Aside from that, he is also equipped with a short sword for any melee combat situations. His relatively standard armor is received more recently due to his employment in the Hraesleg Lions, having a more all-rounded combat role rather than forest watchers.

Skills:
Irian is a highly skilled bow users, well-trained in elfen archery, with shots so accurate it could be measured with a gold coin. In need of a target disposed from afar, Irian is the right person for that task. Despite that, being more open to other forms of archery, Irian is also trained in a more high-speed, medium-ranged styled archery that seeks to loose as many arrows as possible onto the enemy. Irian is also adequately trained on anemo magic, mostly to be chanted into his equipment, increasing the power, range or piercing capabilities of his bow/arrow, or in some niche cases allowing him to bend the trajectory of his projectiles slightly, albeit it would need to be premeditated. He is also able to hold his own in melee, but don't expect any miracles from it.

Life in Gloomminster

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"Aight, see you around!" Ornager waved back casually as he savoured the rest of his drink. Once done, he took out his wallet and paid his drink, with a nice but modest tip for the nice waiter who was willing to accommodate him. Afterwards, he'd bring the two luggage with him back to the tricycle and headed out. @AriiBird

He wandered the area for a little while longer on his trike, enjoying the scenery and letting the wind caress his fur, before finally settling back to the bookstore where he also would be lodging at. He looked around for parking space but there wasn't one close by. It wasn't exactly convenient or nice of him to be asking the owner if he could keep the vehicle inside his dorm, but he couldn't leave it out in the open. Ultimately, Ornager decided to park the trike temporarily outside the door, leaving his luggage while he entered the store, or rather peek in from the door with a wave.

"Eyo! Is there a good parking space nearby for yee ol' me?"

@PerfectThought