The Malachite Knight
Established
The Knight Chamvert
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Undeterminable
Appearance: The knight is plated in a jade green armor with decorative brass-colored trim. Its armet snug against the confines of its being, the helmet dressed down into the cuirass, of which a white-fur pelt hung over the left shoulder, flowing down its back. Its brass-like pauldrons pointed to a fine edge and inlaid with more mythic-like detail. The armor followed down its body, tightly conforming to it until it reached the knight's pointed sabatons.
Underneath the armor one would simply find a bleached-white skeleton of a humanoid shape. Its bones in near perfect condition, barring any light dings adn scratches.
Equipment: The green knight carries a greatsword with a gold circular pommel. The pommel is inlaid with indescribable runes of an ancient sort and the image of a lion-like creature.
Skills and Abilities: The Malachite Knight in a undead skeleton, as such it does not sleep, nor can it eat. It does not need nourishment or the needs of a human, but neither can it talk. The Malachite Knight is a silent creature, perhaps a once dead knight resurrected or brought back in some past event.
Allegiances: .......
Place of Residence: .......
Registered: May 26, 2021 21:59:02 GMT -5
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Post by The Malachite Knight on Jun 22, 2021 20:06:49 GMT -5
The green knight took the chalk and slate, writing 'thanks' on it and showing Alden. The knight tried erasing the slate with their gauntlet, with some avail granted it scratched the slate with an ear-pericing noise. The knight then wrote Here to train and showed the slate to the centurion.
The knight deciding that their gauntlet was too rough for cleaning the slate, took the white fur hanging from the left shoulder and wiped off the chalk marks. He wrote another sentence, heard about the state of things, saw a need, took haste. He showed the centurion the new sentence, holding the slate up for a moment. The knight then erased it and wrote another two sentences this is if I have your permission. I understand if you are wary. It is reasonable given our circumstances. Given the smaller size of the text, the knight would hand the slate to the centurion, if she were willing to take it.
Chamvert's attention was divided to the soldiers training in the background. Alden may have been able to tell what Chamvert was doing, perhaps the centurion would catch on. The knight was gauging how well the soldiers were performing. What was unknown was Chamvert's opinion of their practice.
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Appearance: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Skills and Abilities: She is an excellent motivator and leader, years of experience dating back to being a guard sergeant in her very early twenties just by virtue of being one of the few people in the small village who could read. She is a skilled combatant, particularly when acting in concert with those she has trained against, and she is a superb teammate and subordinate officer.
Biography: She is one of the more scholarly soldiers in the Isran military, finding solace from a rather regimented and violent life in the writings of scholars and poets. She is a strict nutritionist, eating the same foods week after week, except on Wednesdays, which she reserves for trying new things. She does not take shit from anyone save a superior officer, and even then it must be justified.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:12:40 GMT -5
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Jul 2, 2021 21:21:02 GMT -5
Analiese nodded back to Alden and listened dispassionately to the statement made and the note written on the slate.
"Is that his only method of communication?" She inquired, gesturing to Chamvert's bulk. "I won't deny that we could use the training, and if he's willing to function as a soldier as well I could definitely use him. My Legionnaires are stretched thin between helping with training and performing their regular duties."
She turned and addressed Chamvert directly:
"Will you need a translator of some sort to function in training? What training are you capable of performing or prefer to specialize in?"
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Jul 10, 2021 11:11:49 GMT -5
"At present, yes writing is his only method of communication. I've talked to Grandma about getting something a bit more convenient but such things are not as easy as they once were."
Isra's magical prowess had once made such issues trivial but now? Well, everyone had been affected by the mists in some way. Folding his arms he looks to the knight, answer the matter of communication was easy enough for Alden and it made sense for him to handle the question. Analiese's follow-up though Alden couldn't answer for his friend. Still, it meant that Analiese was considering the offer which was good. Alden was glad he was able to help Chamvert and get the knight on the right path to doing something that would, hopefully, feel meaningful to the undead.
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The Malachite Knight
Established
The Knight Chamvert
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Undeterminable
Appearance: The knight is plated in a jade green armor with decorative brass-colored trim. Its armet snug against the confines of its being, the helmet dressed down into the cuirass, of which a white-fur pelt hung over the left shoulder, flowing down its back. Its brass-like pauldrons pointed to a fine edge and inlaid with more mythic-like detail. The armor followed down its body, tightly conforming to it until it reached the knight's pointed sabatons.
Underneath the armor one would simply find a bleached-white skeleton of a humanoid shape. Its bones in near perfect condition, barring any light dings adn scratches.
Equipment: The green knight carries a greatsword with a gold circular pommel. The pommel is inlaid with indescribable runes of an ancient sort and the image of a lion-like creature.
Skills and Abilities: The Malachite Knight in a undead skeleton, as such it does not sleep, nor can it eat. It does not need nourishment or the needs of a human, but neither can it talk. The Malachite Knight is a silent creature, perhaps a once dead knight resurrected or brought back in some past event.
Allegiances: .......
Place of Residence: .......
Registered: May 26, 2021 21:59:02 GMT -5
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Post by The Malachite Knight on Jul 10, 2021 23:17:45 GMT -5
The knight turned his head to the Centurion and wrote on the slate, I was a commander of an army much like myself. I can teach them what I know of the weapons I have used during my undead life. He erased what was written after he had shown the commander then wrote again, My teaching style is certainly unprecedented, as I will be more focused on training their body's mind than their own mind.
The knight paused and flipped the slate writing on the other side, In the haze of war, often one fights reactively rather and strategically. Once they are to a satisfactory quality, I would be training them in more tactical combat, I believe they need a better foundation before I could teach them anything else.
Chamvert turned his head towards Alden and minutely nodded his head. His movement more rigid than what Alden had previosuly seen. He turned to the Centurion and erazed what he had written, now writing a list of weapons he has experience with: great swords, bastard swords, arming sword and shield, spears, halberns, maces, and war hammers.
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Appearance: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Skills and Abilities: She is an excellent motivator and leader, years of experience dating back to being a guard sergeant in her very early twenties just by virtue of being one of the few people in the small village who could read. She is a skilled combatant, particularly when acting in concert with those she has trained against, and she is a superb teammate and subordinate officer.
Biography: She is one of the more scholarly soldiers in the Isran military, finding solace from a rather regimented and violent life in the writings of scholars and poets. She is a strict nutritionist, eating the same foods week after week, except on Wednesdays, which she reserves for trying new things. She does not take shit from anyone save a superior officer, and even then it must be justified.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:12:40 GMT -5
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Jul 24, 2021 17:33:08 GMT -5
She nodded in response to Alden's statement, her thoughts mirroring his own on how trivial this used to be. In the old legion, it was not uncommon to see some stranger folks performing the training, but they usually were reserved for officers or the less "formation-based" units.
"Some more...individualistic training may come in handy I suppose. With our numbers stretched this thing we can't always rely on our previous formations, we may just not have the numbers. Though we also don't have the weapons, nor do I have the desire, to outfit them in such an ad-hoc fashion. Far better to train them to use the weapons they have against foes wielding those weapons, that they may be prepared for anything."
Analiese wasn't really certain where this "better foundation" came from, at least for the Legionnaires. Veterans all, they had earned respect in a variety of wars prior to the Mists. The militia on the other hand...needed some work. Best she had to train them was her own second in command who was also busy with other duties as well as the injured who couldn't perform patrol duties.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Jul 25, 2021 18:41:07 GMT -5
Stroking his chin Alden considers the information he's been given for several moments. He didn't technically have any authority with the army, or at least he hadn't in the past, yet there was the undeniable truth that his suggestion would likely be followed.
"I think that our most pressing need is manpower, capable bodies. Its easy enough to carve some staves to serve as practice spears. I think Chamvert would be best suited to drilling up our militia on spear work."
Especially since making a spear was far easier and quicker than making a sword.
"And perhaps giving more specialty training to the full soldiers who wish to sharpen their skills?"
Of course, the latter would only work if Chamvert was as skilled as the undead seemed to think it was. But Alden had faith in his strange new friend.
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The Malachite Knight
Established
The Knight Chamvert
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Undeterminable
Appearance: The knight is plated in a jade green armor with decorative brass-colored trim. Its armet snug against the confines of its being, the helmet dressed down into the cuirass, of which a white-fur pelt hung over the left shoulder, flowing down its back. Its brass-like pauldrons pointed to a fine edge and inlaid with more mythic-like detail. The armor followed down its body, tightly conforming to it until it reached the knight's pointed sabatons.
Underneath the armor one would simply find a bleached-white skeleton of a humanoid shape. Its bones in near perfect condition, barring any light dings adn scratches.
Equipment: The green knight carries a greatsword with a gold circular pommel. The pommel is inlaid with indescribable runes of an ancient sort and the image of a lion-like creature.
Skills and Abilities: The Malachite Knight in a undead skeleton, as such it does not sleep, nor can it eat. It does not need nourishment or the needs of a human, but neither can it talk. The Malachite Knight is a silent creature, perhaps a once dead knight resurrected or brought back in some past event.
Allegiances: .......
Place of Residence: .......
Registered: May 26, 2021 21:59:02 GMT -5
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Post by The Malachite Knight on Aug 7, 2021 11:10:49 GMT -5
Chamvert seemed statue-esque for a moment one wouldn't be able to tell if it had moved for the entirity of the conversation. It only moved to turn to Alden, once he had begun to speak. The green knight shifted its visor to face the centurion once more and wrote on the tablet, Perhaps a demonstration would ease your mind? I can use a wooden rod and face an opponent of your choosing in a sparring match.
It held the tablet steady for her to read, its head just barely shifting side to side as if to look to see who might be its opponent if she were to take its offer of demonstrating his combat prowess in a spar. The knight seemed rather confident in its capabilties.
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Skarlet
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: Her exact age is ambiguous but she has lived atleast a couple human lifetimes by now.
Appearance: Skarlet has Pale skin, red eyes and sharp teeth when she needs them. Her hair is dark brown but she has a streak of red in the front. Her wardrobe is always designed to cover up as much of her body as she can to shield herself from the sun.
Skills and Abilities: Night Vision
Enhanced Senses
Dream Walker
Vampirism
Flash Freezing technique
Biological Manipulation
Biography: Lady Skarlet is a Vampire and adopted daughter of Lady Naoki, though she's not exactly the same Skarlet that she knew from back then. This Skarlet came from an alternate future where something terrible had happened to Lady Naoki, and Skarlet became leader of her own nation for a while, years passed since and Skarlet has had a couple more families, she waged war against Men and Demons, She's loved and lost.
Naoki should be able to tell that even though Skarlet looks as young as ever, her eyes have changed and hint that she has probably lived through a couple lifetimes since last they saw each other.
Allegiances: Lady Naoki
Place of Residence: Naoki's Estate
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -5
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Post by Skarlet on Aug 11, 2021 21:33:14 GMT -5
Skarlet makes her way to the barracks to see what condition the military was in currently. She wore a hood and most of her body was covered to protect her from the sun, she was only partially armored since it seems she was unable to recover the rest of her armor from the shipwreck, she needed to find that orc to see if he has some of her items. After looking around, she spots the familiar face of Alden. She approaches him, the Malachite Knight, and Analiese Hael and does the Isran salute. "Hello, Alden. I'm looking for Centurion Hael, would this be...?"
Skarlet looks to Analiese for confirmation. From her armor she certainly looked like a ranking officer. She was pretty sure she'd never met this person before. The vampiress continues her introduction. "I don't believe we've met before, I am Skarlet. The Empress has assigned me to work with you in rebuilding our armies. So I've come to see how our situation looks. Unfortunately all of the soldiers I had on board The Ravenous died when we crashed on the beach north of here."
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Appearance: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Skills and Abilities: She is an excellent motivator and leader, years of experience dating back to being a guard sergeant in her very early twenties just by virtue of being one of the few people in the small village who could read. She is a skilled combatant, particularly when acting in concert with those she has trained against, and she is a superb teammate and subordinate officer.
Biography: She is one of the more scholarly soldiers in the Isran military, finding solace from a rather regimented and violent life in the writings of scholars and poets. She is a strict nutritionist, eating the same foods week after week, except on Wednesdays, which she reserves for trying new things. She does not take shit from anyone save a superior officer, and even then it must be justified.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:12:40 GMT -5
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Sept 9, 2021 18:05:38 GMT -5
Chamvert seemed statue-esque for a moment one wouldn't be able to tell if it had moved for the entirity of the conversation. It only moved to turn to Alden, once he had begun to speak. The green knight shifted its visor to face the centurion once more and wrote on the tablet, Perhaps a demonstration would ease your mind? I can use a wooden rod and face an opponent of your choosing in a sparring match.It held the tablet steady for her to read, its head just barely shifting side to side as if to look to see who might be its opponent if she were to take its offer of demonstrating his combat prowess in a spar. The knight seemed rather confident in its capabilties. "If Alden vouches for you, I need no demonstration, as I am well aware of what he considers to be an 'able combatant'. Besides, fighting prowess is no indication of your ability to train new recruits. I'll round up some spears, and we can get some militia started." She gestured towards a legionnaire, who immediately darted off to fulfill the request. "Mr. Chamvert, why don't you round up some idle, able-bodied folk and start training them in this square, I'll have the remainder of the legionnaires clear out and observe." She turns to look at Skarlet as she walks up. "I mean...at this rate, I'm going to have more people helping me raise an army then I do in the damn army. Our problem is people right now, there just isn't enough of them."
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Sept 20, 2021 16:24:04 GMT -5
Alden read the message Chamvert scribbled and suppressed a sigh. It was a reasonable if unwelcome suggestion since he had little desire to fight at present. Which was why when Analiese waved away the offer he was relieved. Enough so that he didn't actually clarify that he hadn't truly checked Chamvert's skills, he'd just fought similar creatures before and knew them to be able combatants.
At her suggestion to Chamvert Alden shrugs. "That sounds like a plan, come I'll help see who we can get to join in the lesson." Since having someone who could talk would likely help with that.
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The Malachite Knight
Established
The Knight Chamvert
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: Undeterminable
Appearance: The knight is plated in a jade green armor with decorative brass-colored trim. Its armet snug against the confines of its being, the helmet dressed down into the cuirass, of which a white-fur pelt hung over the left shoulder, flowing down its back. Its brass-like pauldrons pointed to a fine edge and inlaid with more mythic-like detail. The armor followed down its body, tightly conforming to it until it reached the knight's pointed sabatons.
Underneath the armor one would simply find a bleached-white skeleton of a humanoid shape. Its bones in near perfect condition, barring any light dings adn scratches.
Equipment: The green knight carries a greatsword with a gold circular pommel. The pommel is inlaid with indescribable runes of an ancient sort and the image of a lion-like creature.
Skills and Abilities: The Malachite Knight in a undead skeleton, as such it does not sleep, nor can it eat. It does not need nourishment or the needs of a human, but neither can it talk. The Malachite Knight is a silent creature, perhaps a once dead knight resurrected or brought back in some past event.
Allegiances: .......
Place of Residence: .......
Registered: May 26, 2021 21:59:02 GMT -5
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Post by The Malachite Knight on Jan 22, 2022 18:53:26 GMT -5
Chamvert seemed statue-esque for a moment one wouldn't be able to tell if it had moved for the entirity of the conversation. It only moved to turn to Alden, once he had begun to speak. The green knight shifted its visor to face the centurion once more and wrote on the tablet, Perhaps a demonstration would ease your mind? I can use a wooden rod and face an opponent of your choosing in a sparring match.It held the tablet steady for her to read, its head just barely shifting side to side as if to look to see who might be its opponent if she were to take its offer of demonstrating his combat prowess in a spar. The knight seemed rather confident in its capabilties. "If Alden vouches for you, I need no demonstration, as I am well aware of what he considers to be an 'able combatant'. Besides, fighting prowess is no indication of your ability to train new recruits. I'll round up some spears, and we can get some militia started." She gestured towards a legionnaire, who immediately darted off to fulfill the request. "Mr. Chamvert, why don't you round up some idle, able-bodied folk and start training them in this square, I'll have the remainder of the legionnaires clear out and observe." She turns to look at Skarlet as she walks up. "I mean...at this rate, I'm going to have more people helping me raise an army then I do in the damn army. Our problem is people right now, there just isn't enough of them." The knight nodded and wrote one the chalkboard before showing it to Alden. Spears are a good choice, but alone are difficult to master. Some form of shield would to pair with the spears would allow me to train the militia in a pattern of defense and counter-attack. Depending on thier skill, perhaps some basic formation like that of a phalanx.The knight bowed briefly before the Centurion before writing a single sentence on the chalkboard, follow me and I shall train you to fight. The green knight then left in haste to find able-bodied people to train.
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Appearance: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Skills and Abilities: She is an excellent motivator and leader, years of experience dating back to being a guard sergeant in her very early twenties just by virtue of being one of the few people in the small village who could read. She is a skilled combatant, particularly when acting in concert with those she has trained against, and she is a superb teammate and subordinate officer.
Biography: She is one of the more scholarly soldiers in the Isran military, finding solace from a rather regimented and violent life in the writings of scholars and poets. She is a strict nutritionist, eating the same foods week after week, except on Wednesdays, which she reserves for trying new things. She does not take shit from anyone save a superior officer, and even then it must be justified.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:12:40 GMT -5
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on Feb 8, 2022 15:36:04 GMT -5
Analiese looked at Alden and sighed. "He has a point about the shields, but that was secondary on my list of concerns. The legionnaires have the time and dedication to train in such formations, but the militia have day jobs that are vital to our continued existence. It's not like the old days where I could pull a hundred or more people without having to worry about long-term consequences. But now? I can pull maybe five, and that's far too little to learn such techniques, but if your friend can pull it off, I'll be eternally grateful." She leaned against the makeshift fence behind her as the legionnaires resumed their training.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Feb 9, 2022 17:02:15 GMT -5
"Five is near enough to a squad, train five then train the next. Eventually, we will have a decent number who can hold a shield and lift a spear." Alden answered Analiese's question as he surveyed the field. "Perhaps by then we can afford to take enough to train in proper formations. We are used to dealing with plenty, not so much now. So I think every bit of help and progress is well worth it, don't you?"
With that he turned to follow Chamvert since the knight had asked for his help in a demonstration. Not Alden's favorite pass time but he would help his new friend in their new task. It did give him a sense of purpose to help another find theirs he found, though he knew it would not last forever.
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Skarlet
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: Her exact age is ambiguous but she has lived atleast a couple human lifetimes by now.
Appearance: Skarlet has Pale skin, red eyes and sharp teeth when she needs them. Her hair is dark brown but she has a streak of red in the front. Her wardrobe is always designed to cover up as much of her body as she can to shield herself from the sun.
Skills and Abilities: Night Vision
Enhanced Senses
Dream Walker
Vampirism
Flash Freezing technique
Biological Manipulation
Biography: Lady Skarlet is a Vampire and adopted daughter of Lady Naoki, though she's not exactly the same Skarlet that she knew from back then. This Skarlet came from an alternate future where something terrible had happened to Lady Naoki, and Skarlet became leader of her own nation for a while, years passed since and Skarlet has had a couple more families, she waged war against Men and Demons, She's loved and lost.
Naoki should be able to tell that even though Skarlet looks as young as ever, her eyes have changed and hint that she has probably lived through a couple lifetimes since last they saw each other.
Allegiances: Lady Naoki
Place of Residence: Naoki's Estate
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -5
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Post by Skarlet on Aug 25, 2023 14:25:46 GMT -5
Skarlet now routinely comes to the barracks to observe the training of the soldiers and to scout who she wanted to pick out for her own personal unit. She would consult with the officers on what she needed from the men and what the current plans were for the fortification of Port Argentium and the eventual fort that will be built on the forested peninsula to the north.
Everyone is informed who she is, that she is the daughter of Lady Naoki and that they shall address her as Dux Skarlet (the usage of Dux being a military commander of frontier troops). It is announced that those who will placed into Dux Skarlet's special unit will primarily operate at night, so you'd better be a night owl.
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