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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Rowan Balthier

@Heartfillia@Krayzikk

Before taking his steps away from the limelight, Sir Nicomede Durante took the initiative as well to present himself towards her highness. A simple exchange occurred the moment the two's eyes met. Sir Nicomede exchanged a simple nod, one which Rowan replied to with a similar gesture. The folks around were kind, but perhaps it was the atmosphere which made it seem almost fabricated. Their interest was genuine and their words kind, yet this was no different from visiting a museum. Except he was the one behind the glass, people approach and spoke with deliberation and interest, delving deeper into his character and personality. Like attempting to take a piece of him and staple it onto their wall. It was almost disturbing how nobles reacted to the Iron Roses, even her highness saw them as something of worship, perhaps something more inclined to celebrities.

Rowan knew his role well, and so he took it in stride, that was until his eyes began to wonder and then locked themselves into the stare of someone not so distant from himself. Eyes which rivaled his own in strength, yet were the polar opposite in their iris. Blue like sapphire stones, and hair long and fair, white as the winter snow. Rowan was confused at first, but ultimately he knew who this woman was. A memory began to surface the moment their eyes link, her step grew faster as she widen the gap between the two. Rowan stood gazing at her direction, pondering, remembering the time the two went into battle. Pinned against all odd, many fell at their behest, but suddenly upon greeting the morning's rays, this woman had disappeared.

Like a phantom in the night, she left no trace of her behind. There was suddenly a sense of loss, of dread that encompassed Rowan. She selfishly decided upon her own self to follow whatever demons had taken possession of her happiness. They were close, friends even, his shenanigans were her undoing, and her strict nature was his. But they got along well enough to make those moment important. And so, Rowan dismissed himself from the nobles who surrounded him, and decided to move past all of them and right towards Elwen, the Princess and Sir Durante.

Without much pause "Maybe saying this was fate is a bit presumptuous." A smile in tow, he stands now in front of a former colleague. "Your vanishing act was impressive. But your re-appearance is equally as astonishing Elwen." He crossed his arms, relaxed as always, even his eyes show a sense of tranquility. "Of all the places-- It's good to see you're alright."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Excuse my sudden absence. We were without power for the past few days due to mother nature throwing us a couple of earthquakes here and there. I am fine and all, but y'know can't really predict these kind of stuff.

Rowan is still up if anyone want to interact with him if not I might have a post up somewhat in later date.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Rowan Balthier

@VitaVitaAR

There was a certain atmosphere in the air. Whether it be the peering lights filtering through the glass windows of the castle's walls. The myriad of men and woman of all kinds standing in awe of their presence, or simply the wealthy air of aristocracy, Rowan felt this place was different. Among comrades and strangers alike, The Knight of Iron Roses were summoned before royalty to demonstrate themselves before a crowd of people. Much like trophies or paintings in an art gallery. Physical attributes of displaying strength, shields and protectors of men and women a like. It was almost as if history wrote itself on a fairy-tale. Rowan's smile demonstrated a child-like glee to it, almost as if he was standing on what was at one point something so distant. Stretching his gaze towards the distance where he stood above a podium before the guests, at the throne room of Aimlenn Castle. It was a match lit in heaven... Was that how the saying went? A country bumpkin such as himself in these walls would make any parent proud, and so his thought drew to his family. Of course, only momentarily. There were no stories to tell, no shows to boast about, but plenty to be grateful for.

The other's stood their ground, other decided to remove themselves from the limelight. Ironically, Rowan thought the same for the time, thinking it be best to not stick his nose where he thought it didn't belong. But he worked himself to the bone, he bleed and shed tears reaching this path. Some said it was as if it was destiny, he says it's because he decided to defy it. Strong of body, soft of soul, perhaps there were traits he lived by, even though it is subconscious. The princess, Eliabelle herself said to greet her, approach her and demonstrate their prescience. Some felt unworthy of the title, Rowan on the other hand, felt the need to prove he was capable of upholding it.

The softness of his stare, the raise of the lips followed by a gentle bow before the princess and the blonde girls. "To meet us? Such would prove difficult your Majesty, for as beaming as we may be, The Iron Roses will never glimmer as bright as Aimlenn castle and yourself. The guest would attest to my claim." A glint of jesting in the midst of his words. Of course, he knew and understood fully the responsibility and weight of their craft. He stood strait once more linking his gaze with hers, demonstrating all forms of etiquette he had to almost forcibly swallow during his growth. "Yet I swear to uphold the name with duty and respect. I am Rowan Balthier. Proud spearman of the Iron Roses. Although I hold no esteem title, no stories of wonder to tell-" He peered for a moment towards the blondes and smiled softly, eyes and all, "-And no dragons yet slain, I can assure you that I will not falter in my duties as a Knight. With aid of Captain and team, I am proud to hold the title of knight."

There were many in this ball, perhaps he got entranced by its grandeur, the sonata which shifted its atmosphere through the crescendo's of its tune. Tonight was a night for them, perhaps some saw it differently. Maybe others were merely here because of a summons. But it mattered not, Rowan wanted to bask in this appreciation and once it came to uphold his end of the bargain, his spear would plunge itself to the enemies which would shift the foundation of their peace. "It's been an honor, truly." He took a few steps back, behind Captain and team. "Hopefully this meeting would be one that garnished not only trust between us, but blossoms into fruition for our futures. In the mean time, I must now acquaint myself with the rest of the members of the ball. If there is need of me, kindly do not hesitate to summon me once more. If you would excuse me then."

He proceeded to move away from the throne and into the mix of people. Making acquaintances was part of the job, after all... right?

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

I kind of got the gist of what's going on.

I'll have a post up in a few hours.

Nooot sure it's gonna help progress anything, but yeah, we'll see lol

EDIT: With that I guess you guys can come up and talk to Rowan l

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Thanks!

Lol I love's Cu design. This was the perfect moment to use his face here.

Also, if you don't mind me asking what currently happening, story-wise?

I wouldn't like to make a post that infringes on anything lol

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Rowan

_{Rowan Balthier}

Armored

Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Personality: Ferocity and strength are the driving factors which balances his appreciation for combat. Through such an encompassing presence, it's actually fairly easy to get along with Rowan. A stout believer of justice and charity, he is the one who lives through the ideals of a man of gentle in disposition yet strong in body. In fact, regardless of his initial appearance, Rowan has a very playful and carefree outlook on life, though he is very much devoted to his craft when it comes to battle and work. He could be recognized as responsible, although flimsily so. Brave, compassionate and likable young man who is said to be a demon in the battlefield. He's easily influenced by sob-stories, and could offer spear and body to any who require his help. Loyalty and truth are regarded to its highest degree by Rowan. He wishes to live a life full of wonders and one where he could live without a single amount of regret. If there's anything that Rowan appreciates more than combat is fishing, hunting, horse riding and woman. A charismatic presence, although clumsy at times, he can be recognized as a genuine soul simply looking for something that can fill his life with joy.

Brief Backstory: Rowan story is nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps being selected to become a Knight of the Iron Roses was something which was destined for him, rather than a far of dream. He excelled at his ability with the spear, even going far enough to impress even the knight guards at his home town. Rowan grew much like the other children, somewhere in the middle of the kingdom where all you could see was perhaps a few lavished mountains, a myriad of animals and even more rules that you can account for. One or two fairy-tales about a big dragon living in the woods and how good boys should be in bed before sun-down if not a litch would take them to their dungeon. Rowan was a part of all of this. Both his parents were retired guards who later became farmers. Rowan grew with many friends and adventures, where he got a few more than deserved spankings from his mama. During those years he took up a spear, hunting with his father became a hobby. The bow and arrow were like handing a spoon to a man with no thumbs. He was clumsy and flushed every time he attempted to hit his target, but when his spear was in hand it was another story entirely.

It was almost as if he was born with it, cut to wield it to beyond perfection, he could throw it with precision and strength. Soon it became his only weapon of choice and developed for both close and mid range battle. In here, it was also where he met his first love, and where he lost her as well after a few months because he wasn't tall enough to satisfy her requirements. Only at the age of thirteen, did he realize heartbreak and how painful it was, just to get over it after realizing that there was another girl who lived a few houses away that thought he was cute. After much devotion, he applied to become a knight and grew to believe that he was destined for something greater in life, that perhaps he could do more with this gift.

This feeling was increased when somewhere during his 20th birthday he and his father were attacked in their usual run to deliver good to the nearest trade center. This was nothing out of the ordinary, regular bandits attempting to steal valuables from coming carriages. But the man who were among them held skills he felt were at par with his own. Perhaps his growth was limited, and he found himself struggling with the numbers. His father took a hit which left him partially immobile. He stumbles every now and again, leading him to search for strength.

What better way to do so than to join the Iron Roses? And as such, a dream was born.

Equipment: Plated armor with breathable chainmail for ease of movement. The plating is positioned freely across the vital areas, freeing the joints so that the soldier can utilize their athleticism without much restraint. Fairly standard spear of ebony steel weighted to his liking.

Skills: Exuberantly patient: This skill in itself might not seem like much, but it is the most critical aspect of battle. Rowan is able to steady his breathing to the point where his body becomes a single flow, all movements are with purpose and steadiness. Ready to utter the next strike without pause. With such patience, he can predict, move, react and outsmart his opponents due to his clearness of mind. Although it is not an invincible ability, one can always do much more if they are far more agile or stronger than Rowan, with such patience he has changed the outcome of battle and turn the tides before larger opponents. He becomes less exhausted as a result outlasting is also a means to gain the upper hand.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Rowan

_{Rowan Balthier}

Armored

Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Personality: Ferocity and strength are the driving factors which balances his appreciation for combat. Through such an encompassing presence, it's actually fairly easy to get along with Rowan. A stout believer of justice and charity, he is the one who lives through the ideals of a man of gentle in disposition yet strong in body. In fact, regardless of his initial appearance, Rowan has a very playful and carefree outlook on life, though he is very much devoted to his craft when it comes to battle and work. He could be recognized as responsible, although flimsily so. Brave, compassionate and likable young man who is said to be a demon in the battlefield. He's easily influenced by sob-stories, and could offer spear and body to any who require his help. Loyalty and truth are regarded to its highest degree by Rowan. He wishes to live a life full of wonders and one where he could live without a single amount of regret. If there's anything that Rowan appreciates more than combat is fishing, hunting, horse riding and woman. A charismatic presence, although clumsy at times, he can be recognized as a genuine soul simply looking for something that can fill his life with joy.

Brief Backstory: Rowan story is nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps being selected to become a Knight of the Iron Roses was something which was destined for him, rather than a far of dream. He excelled at his ability with the spear, even going far enough to impress even the knight guards at his home town. Rowan grew much like the other children, somewhere in the middle of the kingdom where all you could see was perhaps a few lavished mountains, a myriad of animals and even more rules that you can account for. One or two fairy-tales about a big dragon living in the woods and how good boys should be in bed before sun-down if not a litch would take them to their dungeon. Rowan was a part of all of this. Both his parents were retired guards who later became farmers. Rowan grew with many friends and adventures, where he got a few more than deserved spankings from his mama. During those years he took up a spear, hunting with his father became a hobby. The bow and arrow were like handing a spoon to a man with no thumbs. He was clumsy and flushed every time he attempted to hit his target, but when his spear was in hand it was another story entirely.

It was almost as if he was born with it, cut to wield it to beyond perfection, he could throw it with precision and strength. Soon it became his only weapon of choice and developed for both close and mid range battle. In here, it was also where he met his first love, and where he lost her as well after a few months because he wasn't tall enough to satisfy her requirements. Only at the age of thirteen, did he realize heartbreak and how painful it was, just to get over it after realizing that there was another girl who lived a few houses away that thought he was cute. After much devotion, he applied to become a knight and grew to believe that he was destined for something greater in life, that perhaps he could do more with this gift.

This feeling was increased when somewhere during his 20th birthday he and his father were attacked in their usual run to deliver good to the nearest trade center. This was nothing out of the ordinary, regular bandits attempting to steal valuables from coming carriages. But the man who were among them held skills he felt were at par with his own. Perhaps his growth was limited, and he found himself struggling with the numbers. His father took a hit which left him partially immobile. He stumbles every now and again, leading him to search for strength.

What better way to do so than to join the Iron Roses? And as such, a dream was born.

Equipment: Plated armor with breathable chainmail for ease of movement. The plating is positioned freely across the vital areas, freeing the joints so that the soldier can utilize their athleticism without much restraint. Fairly standard spear of ebony steel weighted to his liking.

Skills: Exuberantly patient: This skill in itself might not seem like much, but it is the most critical aspect of battle. Rowan is able to steady his breathing to the point where his body becomes a single flow, all movements are with purpose and steadiness. Ready to utter the next strike without pause. With such patience, he can predict, move, react and outsmart his opponents due to his clearness of mind. Although it is not an invincible ability, one can always do much more if they are far more agile or stronger than Rowan, with such patience he has changed the outcome of battle and turn the tides before larger opponents. He becomes less exhausted as a result outlasting is also a means to gain the upper hand.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Awesome! I'll get better acquainted with the other CS's and stuff and start on my character right away!

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Hello! This place seems fun. Is it still possible to throw in a CS?

B l e a k C e n t a u r i

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It is possible. Funérailles are very rare and most still reside on their islands, so most people who are looking to have a Funérailles put their loved ones to rest would have had to travel to their island to have it done. Eve has only been performing Mer de rêves locally for Oakridge City citizens for the past two years. Which, depending on how long ago Vogel's father passed away, his body could have been brought to her island years ago. Eve took over as the official Funérailles for her island when she was 10, her grandmother having held the role for decades before she passed it down to Eve. So it is very possible that Eve's grandmother was the Funérailles who performed Mer de rêves for Vogel's father, but she probably would not remember that since she was still only a young child.

But, if an Elder Funérailles did perform Mer de rêves for Vogel's father, it would have had to have been several years ago, back when Eve's grandmother was still the official Funérailles, unless, Vogel's father was brought to a different Funérailles on a different island.

But, one of Eve's side characters, Marcus, is a regular patron at Vogel's bars I imagine. It is possible that Marcus may have mentioned Vogel in brief conversation. Marcus is the "life of the party" kind of guy, so drinking comes naturally to him. Eve certainly could have heard of Vogel during one of his many recounts to her about his thrilling life in the city, including his bar hopping antics. LOL

@Aeolian

I can see her knowing Griffith. He has a strong sense for the preservation of life, and he work constantly on the go. So it's possible that he's seen his share or death and had visited the Funérailles, ergo, has met with Eve lol. Although if the two have chatted beyond a couple of exchanges that's a whole different scenerio lol

I guess anyone who is part of the military force knows Griff. He's been in charge of training young recruits for I'd like to say at least a few years. Probably 4 - 5 I'd say.