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To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

_______________________________________________ // INFO - Full Name - Lord Elidthianis Hawke Age - 15 Gender - Male Heritage - Grayle, The River Kingdom Magical Affinity - Absolute (Fire, Wind, Water, Earth) // PERSONALITY - Karmic Abstinence The second son of the Northern Marquess. Slated to become an aura user by fate itself. Revealed to be the Absolute–the heir of Alexander. Some could say Elidthianis Hawke has struggled with the idea of independence for his whole life. Outwardly, the snow-haired noble has never suggested he lacked confidence in himself or his family. Though at the root of it all, he has perceived himself to be at the whims of the cosmos and whatever gods existed beyond the mortal plains. Truth be told, he’s resented it all and the ramifications it has had upon his lived experiences. He doesn’t respect it, not in the slightest. After all, why should he? Because of a prophecy? Of legend? Was it worth all of the lies, misfortunes, and deaths that he had attracted to his doorstep? This line of thinking continues to be internalized even today as Eli wonders what it means to be The Absolute. He desires freedom; trying to find his self-worth through his own actions despite the constant rattling he’s going about his life all wrong. In part, it is through the whispers he hears that he feels more conviction in his actions going forward even if they can become self-destructive in itself. Damn the gods. Damn the elders. Damn this world. He rejects what they decided for him. The only goal going forward is to find his own way and only listen to himself when it comes to matters of responsibility and purpose. Absolute Honesty The values of nobility have been drilled into Eli’s head since he could understand words. Ironically, through his life Eli has seen that virtues of nobility are a sham, nothing more than a way to excuse how the nobility treats others. The double standards, the useless gestures, the illusion of honor–it all showed him the reality of things. This is not to say there are no virtues the nobility claim to follow that Eli appreciates but more that he’s very selective in his adoption of said virtues. “Only follow what is true in your heart. Trust your instincts and be true.” The young lord doesn’t play games. He acts how he feels and feels how he acts. There’s no deception in his intentions. It can be said he’s something of a “truthteller” no matter how harsh or strange it may be. With various experiences of being the victim of duplicitous intentions he has made sure that he would be an open book to all those who would meet him going forward. The game of words is not one he plays, though how people interpret what he says is not something he’s particularly concerned with. He will laugh at a bad joke even if it's uncouth, he will taunt someone if he’s feeling confident, he will be the bearer of harsh truth rather than a gentle lie. This obsession with honesty has bled into how he sees others. If someone lies to his face he will remember it. And if they do not trust him with the truth it will be seen as a slight, not upon his honor, but upon his soul. It is something he will have to work on in the future since there are many reasons someone would not be forthright with him. At the end of the day, Eli can still be a very unreasonable teenager. The Duelmaster Ever since Eli has held a sword in his hands he has craved more. As his abilities as an aura user and as the Absolute have come to be known it has made him even more steadfast in his dedication to the art of the blade. Truly, the only place Eli has ever felt like himself has been in the dueling circle. But this has compounded into an issue. Not only has Eli’s skills been sharpened by his latent aura affinities, but so too has his confidence and playfulness. Not only has the young lord been obsessed with learning multiple arts of swordplay, he has also found irritating his fellow nobles a particularly fun game. Irritation often can lead to impulsive challenges and Eli is very quick to ask them to fight him in a duel if they so choose. Why does he do such things? Well, arguably he does it because he wants to fight. Needs to fight. It is a passion that has filled his bones and blood since long before the assassination attempt he survived some years ago. Perhaps it made his impulses and instincts worse. His father seems to think so. All he knows is he wants to fight. All the time. Anywhere and always. Ignoble Casanova Eli’s reputation in the northern houses is… well, some could say he’s a bit too passionate and curious for his own good. Even before he was declared an Absolute, Eli has more-or-less tainted the perception of who he is. People have always treated him well and he’s always had a knack for getting people to like him. He likes engaging with people, having interesting conversations, and knowing what makes them who they are. It didn’t help that he hit puberty a few years before boys of the same age. By the time he left the north to become a knight, he had an assortment of girlfriends. It became a sort of embarrassment upon his house in that he would bounce around, chasing girls his own age or sometimes slightly older to the chagrin of their families. His playful, irreverent, and oftentimes ignoble antics often made Eli seem undesirable despite the fact he is an aura user and an absolute. There’s more to the story behind his trail of broken hearts, though Eli seems content to move on with his life and not think about it too much. // SKILLSET - Academically Apathetic In spite of Elidthianis’ reputation and remarkable skills for a fifteen-year-old, he is lacking in many areas. In terms of the skills fit of a noble and a knight, one could say he’s an idiot. Eli’s lack of interest in the academic arts (as opposed to the martial arts) has led to him barely finding the energy to think on anything that was written because things that are written are frankly boring to him. Logistics? Economics? Theology? Medicine? Mathematics? It’s all entirely outside of his depth. Once in a Generation Once in a generation the stars sing their song and a human is born with the ability of the gods at his fingertips and that person is destined to be a great sage of the world. Elidthianis was born in such a way, though he cares little for it, he holds the abilities of an absolute, allowing all forms of magic to be at his disposal. However, due to his lack of real interest in becoming a sage and rather a knight, it has complicated such things. Eli may have the powers of fire, wind, earth, and water at his disposal but you will never hear an incantation or hand sign. Those aware of his abilities may find it a waste, but Eli personally feels strongly that he is who he is and not what others or even the cosmos have designed. He has one goal and that is to be a great knight who is capable of fighting great battles. Perhaps one day they will see him how he sees himself. Skilled Duelist Ever since he was a child, Elidthianis has desired the sword. From the stories of the legends in the past to the displays of knights in the modern day, Eli has craved it. The raw competition, the echoes of steel meeting steel, the meeting of brain and brawn–there’s nothing quite like being a knight in a dueling circle. Foregoing a proper magical education for the sword was an uphill battle, but every chance Eli got his hands were reaching for a blade. When his father relented when his magical studies seemed to plateau, it was then that Eli could finally be left alone to do what he wanted to do.

Physical Description Lord Elidthianis Hawke bears the appearance of a high noble of Grayle… for the most part. Standing at average height of a male of eastern Grayle for his age, Eli appears to look like a young man who represents his house and country to the best of his abilities. Notably, his once raven-black hair has faded into the color of snow. Those who knew him before the incident might not immediately recognize him due to this, but the same kind smile and determined blue eyes carry in his appearance. Character Conceptualization Elidthianis Hawke never asked for his lot in life. But the cosmos had other plans from the very beginning. Born underneath a shooting star on one of the coldest nights in a unforgiving, harsh winter, the gods almost had announced themselves from the beginning what Eli’s life would entail. His father, Gandimere Hawke, is the Marquess tasked with protecting the northernmost lands from threats of all kinds to the Kingdom of Grayle, no matter who they should be. They are the least powerful of the four Marquesses who run the Council of Lords underneath the Grand Duke. As the second son born through Gandimere’s marriage to Rimillie Edenbridge, Eli may not have been the heir to all things underneath the northern mountains of Grayle, but it would not take long for the fates to announce themselves to the realm on who he was supposed to be. But before such an announcement came Eli’s youngest days were in the court of his family’s estate, a castle etched into the mountains known as The Aerie. It would be here that he witnessed his first duel between two knights over the hand of a beautiful young noblewoman. Perhaps it was the fantasy crafted through his young eyes, of seeing the spectacle of steel meeting steel, that drew him to the art of the sword. Perhaps it was his abject loneliness and the lack of his father's presence at home. Whichever the case, it began his earliest interest in the art of swordsmanship. His mother elected a tutor to mentor him in this art and eventually it came to be his passion. That is, until the incident happened. At nine-years-old, Eli had become competent enough with swordplay and his escapades of chasing girls his own age (and older) had come to be known. His family fatigued by his antics hoped that something could set him back on the path. However, during an assassination attempt on his family’s life in the summer of that year, something miraculous came to be and changed the entire perception of Eli as not only a Hawke but as a person in general. In the face of awful circumstances, Eli attempted to fight the assassins sent to take his and his family’s lives with not the skill or strength to do so. Realistically, the majority of the Hawke family should have died on that day. Instead, Eli wielded magic for the first time in his life and defeated the agents. Unfortunately, it did not save his mother’s life and the near death experience still rattles in his brain to this day. When he awoke the once raven-haired noble found his hair as white as snow and his mother gone. The damage to the castle from his untrained magical abilities seemed irreparable and for the first time in some time his father came to his side. After they buried the dead it started a spiral of things for Eli, though suddenly the magnifying glass seemed to be upon him. Experts made certain he was an absolute and he maintained study in the martial arts. Friends came and went, Eli’s first real romances blossomed and wilted, and the pressure of society seemed to grow heavier by the minute. Only one thing remained as his solace: the art of the blade. It would be this passion that would lead him to be where he feels he belongs. To be a knight! Other Information TBD

DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

Updated Rules

• Sheet acceptances now only have to wait 12 hours. I feel like sheets are less common this late in the game, and 48 hours just unnecessarily slows things down.
• I'm temporarily putting a pause on the 14 days to post. I started the IC at what I understand is a turbulent time for most, with various holidays, family gatherings etcetera. I would ask that anyone who is yet to post (there's only a few of you) let me know if you're still interested. I'm aiming to start pulling at threads for the over-arching plot soon.

@Sep

Yeah, I'm still here in the Marvel and DC games. Not writing for the entire time I was sick has thrown me out of my headspace so it's going to take some time to get back in rhythm. I've been reading everyone's posts in the meantime at the very least.

What Are You Listening To?

星空 不朽 | Hoshizora Everlasting: Vae Victis

I'll think about it. Got a lot on my plate.

You Can Become a Hero!

_{April 7th}

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The time had come.

After what seemed like an eternity, the upperclassmen that had been casually talking amongst themselves outside had headed inside the assembly hall to take their place among the crowd of students that was ready to begin their first day at Ishin proper. Few students were brave enough to skip out on the opening ceremony, as tedious and pointless as it may have seemed. Ishin's faculty were assertive men and women who didn't take complacency lightly and this year it was no different.

Yukimura Hideaki, the Dean of Students and Supervisor of Ishin Academy, hadn't quite seen a line-up of students quite like the current crop that sat front-and-center, mulling over what Ishin was like and talking to one another for the very first time. During his Profesisonal Hero days he had met a lot of optimistic young men and women, but the days of being The Frozen Hero, The Snowman, was long past him. His hair had grown gray and he had long shadows under his icicle-like eyes. His expression was blank, giving the impression he was unimpressed with everyone else in the assembly hall. The truth of the matter was he couldn't be any more excited to have a new group of would-be heroes at the academy. He moved his hand to the microphone on the podium, tapping it with the backside of his right hand.

“Silence.”

His voice boomed across the room. Conversations stopped, attentions shifted, and postures straightened.

“Ishin Academy is the second oldest hero institution in Japan. Sixth in the entire world. This serves as a reminder that it is here at Ishin that we continue a tradition of excellence in preparing the next generation for the future that awaits them. Whether it is a future as a hero or not.”

His eyes moved to the returning members of the student body.

“For those of you that survived the gauntlet that was last year, congratulations. You've passed the first series of tests. You know what comes next and how I'm counting on you to become the very best examples of what Ishin has to offer.”

He pressed his hands against the podium.

“For those of you who are new... well, congratulations on passing the entrance exams.”

The old man looked directly at the more nervous members of the first years. He knew that his tone and appearance was sending a chill down their spine – some of them may have been already wondering what they got themselves into. He was certain that his next few words would make that feeling stick with them. It was a sentiment he was glad to imprint upon them.

“Ishin Academy is a battleground and you will need to prove that you belong here. You should know this just by the merit of applying to this institution, so if you think an acceptance means you have nothing to fear now you are not going to be a student for long. But being a hero is about bravery, tenacity, and humility. Nobody is going to hold your hand here. Your teachers are here to prepare you and nothing else. For those of you that are new to Ishin, you will need to remember that. Should you forget, your upperclassmen will remind you of it very very quickly.”

Hideaki sighed, moving a glass of water to his lips with his left hand, the liquid instantly chilled to perfection as it met his lips. He always did hate monologues and speeches, especially after he had retired from the professional circuit to teach and administrate. It was probably the one singular thing he didn't care for about his years as Dean of Students at Ishin Academy. There was too much talking. But it was the job.

“At the end of the day, whether you are a new student here or have been selected to return you need to remember one thing. Give your best; not for yourself, but for the world. Soar Skyward.” With the glass of water in his hands he gave a glance to his side and to two other faculty members one who was quite small and disinterested and another tall and attentive. “With that said, I’ll leave it to my teachers to take it from here. Those of you who are not first years are dismissed.”

Before long it seemed the hall emptied except for the forty first years.

***

“Kinzokuma Midori. I’ll be teaching 1A.” The smaller woman remarked utterly disinterested as the other woman smiled quietly, “To my right is Hatsune Akio. She’ll be teaching 1B.”

“Follow me if you’re in 1A, alright?”

The woman stepped down from the podium, hands buried in her pockets as she moved toward one of the exit doors. She didn't look behind her to see if the students were following. As far as first impressions went, it didn’t seem she was very interested in getting to know her students, however if Kokone could hear through the noise of the other students there seemed to be a sense of interest in how the students would handle her “test”.

As the group followed their teacher, they passed by the various dormitories that had been constructed around campus. There appeared to be two large buildings with Japanese denominations for men (kansei) and women (josei) written above the doors inside. However, Kinzokuma-Sensei walked right past the dormitories and led them to a large building in the back end of the eastern wing of the school campus. Once inside she looked to a lone upperclassmen with dog ears and a clipboard.

“Alright. Leave your belongings with Inuhara and join me at the front of the room.” Her hands still tucked in her pockets, she headed to the far wall of the massive empty room that served as the interior of the building. For some it looked like a building that had yet to be renovated.

“So, you’re the–”

“K-K-Kinzokuma-Sensei?” A voice from the students uttered out, holding a fruit out in his hands. “M-my grandmother said that I sh-should give you an Okinawa Pineapple as a sign of my appreciation for teaching us this year.”

The older woman raised a brow as she moved her hands out of her pockets and retrieved the pineapple.

“Alright.” She said as she held the pineapple with one hand. “Don’t be nervous. You’re at Ishin now. All of you are.”

Anime & Manga! Oh my! (Anime/Manga Thread)

SAO in general is a bad show.

It isn't worth watching unless you care to watch mainstream stuff.

@Kuro

I don't know. I thought the first season was pretty fun, but yeah its nothing great. I think we are a little too hard on SAO at times in the anime community. It's average at worst, I feel.

DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

Luthor doin' Luthor things. I fear for the superfamily.

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

“Isn't it a bit cold for a swim?”

Her hands tightly clutched the sleeves of her coat as she took in all of the information she could get at the moment. The taller girl could feel her nerves like they were on fire and she wasn’t sure what exactly was the truth of things. Old school traditions. Luck. There were a lot of things being said, but Victoria didn’t particularly trust any of it. Sofia didn’t seem like the kind of person to put on a face and make an entire ruse to make an embarrassing situation strike her classmates, but then again, that’s usually how it went with those styles of pranks.

As she stepped forward she dropped her backpack on the ground before opening it and taking out a baby blue towel.

“Ehh…”

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

Was it a hazing incident?

Victoria Yarwood had experienced hazing before, though not quite like this. The girls back home employed much different tactics, though she wasn’t able to make heads or tails about it. Her hands were buried in her pockets with her backpack concealing the towel that she was encouraged to bring to the location at the end of the dockhouse. The waters were likely not the ideal temperature for any sort of activities, though she felt compelled none the less to show.

“Erm…” Words struggled to leave the tall girl, “I’m not sure I get it, either.”

She sighed as her eyes looked around and she joined the boy’s side with her backpack in tow. It was awkward, weird, it didn’t make any sense. She wasn’t so bold to hoist her towel over her shoulders like others and her eyes bounced across every corner as if trying to make sense of the invitation to the dockhouse. Her words felt like they were glued to the roof of her mouth as she mumbled hesitation and confusion. If she was already being hazed at this academy she felt she had failed to start a new leaf, but at the same time she had been noticed by someone all the same so it wasn’t the same old situation of being ignored either.

“This is weird.” She finally said clearly, though with about the same confidence as before.