Growing up as the firstborn son of the Leonis family, Roland has held a sword in his hands from the moment he could walk and take a stance with proper form, and as the latest addition in a long line of Knights stretching back to the founding of Belisio, no expense was spared in his training and education as a future Knight-to-be. Afforded the best tutors, the best academy and the best equipment money could buy, the way of the sword had been laid out before him and though he lacked in natural talent, he more than made up for it in sheer enthusiasm.

Enamoured by the tales of his father's deeds, Roland spent almost every waking moment of his childhood practicing drills and techniques as though in a hurry to become like this father, a Knight of Belisio. After all, what could be more enchanting to the imagination than the thought of being like the heroes from the stories? To Roland, every bruise and callus he received from countless bouts with instructors, fellow students and even his father was like a badge of honour, marking each step towards the realization of a dream... but he had no idea how harsh the reality of such a dream could be.

By the age of 16, Roland had awakened his ki powers during a particularly intense sparring session with his tutor as each strike appeared slower than the last, allowing him to dodge, parry and counter with ease. In fact, his reflexes had been honed to such a degree that he could see every twitch of a muscle, every shift in weight and momentum telegraphing a move before it even occurred, and when he relayed this experience to his father, the man decided it was time for the boy's apprenticeship to officially begin. This was the moment his entire family had been waiting for.

Gone were the tutors or the company of the other students at the academy. It was now just Roland and his father, locked in an endless regime of training and studying from dawn til dusk without a single moment spared for leisure. Only enough rest for his body to recover from the point of exhaustion, everyday for the next 5 years. A living hell. It was no longer enough to be exceptional with the sword, he had to be perfect and it was not enough to read another swordsman's movements, but projectiles too. Bullets for instance. Simulated at first, then real as learning to control one's ki became mastery of it.

By the age of 21 when his father had deemed his training to be complete, Roland was brought before the Knight Commander of the time and made to undertake a battery of tests where failing even one meant rejection and another year of training before being allowed to try again. By a broad margin however, he passed every single test and the house of Leonis gained a new Knight to carry its name into battle. What remained of the boy who had dreamed of such a day however had been whittled away over time like a blade's edge to the grindstone. There was now only the man, Sir Roland Leonis. A Knight of Belisio.

From hereon, the rest of his tale is his to tell for the life of a Knight is only measured in deeds, of which there are many in Sir Roland's case. All else that is known according to the public records is that he once had a son who died in battle against the Vaimese forces many years ago, though the exact time and location remains undisclosed.

Born in the nation of Turokia, Liffis grew up as an orphan on the city streets surrounded by gang violence and crime, and a multitude of other doomed children like himself. Pickpocketing, scavenging, knife fighting, all of these skills were learned practically by the time they could walk and Liffis was no exception. Along with his cohort of friends, Liffis quickly learned the way of the streets and not only survive, but thrive as well, eventually coming to lead his own crew and teach other kids the way he had been taught.

By of the age of 16 however, everything changed the day the Vaimese Empire invaded the nation and the city he grew up in was quickly engulfed by the flames of war. Liffis hid as his companions were either killed or taken away to be made into slave soldiers by a mage called Ohren Forec. After his remaining friends were loaded onto trucks and driven away for further processing, Liffis clung on to the underside of one of them and held on for many miles before it finally stopped at a Vaimese military outpost.

Using the skills he learned on the streets, Liffis stole the key to one of holding cells where his friends were being kept and managed to spring some of them loose, but the guards were upon them before they could reach the others and so they made their escape. Including Liffis, only 4 of them managed to avoid being recaptured by fleeing to the safety of the wilderness. Swearing to rescue the rest of their friends someday, the 4 companions sought out the nearest recruiting station and lied about their ages to join the army of Turokia.

For 2 years, Liffis fought alongside his friends as soldiers under the command of General Seiger, who was assisted by a Knight of Belisio known as 'Griff'. Together they won many victories across the land, but the war was ultimately lost when Seiger died in the Battle of Gein Valley and Liffis barely escaped with his life, alone. With barely an army to return to and the Belisian forces recalled, the Vaimese Empire swept across the land of Turokia and Liffis made his way to Belisio, vowing to fulfil the promise he had made with his friends.

Volunteering for the Belisian super soldier program, Liffis survived the process of becoming a Spectre and once fully trained to wield his newfound abilities, he was sent to Turokia to carry out his first assignment: the assassination of the Vaimese mage and officer named Ohren Forec. Fortune was finally smiling upon Liffis, or so he thought at first, but upon reaching his target, he found that all the friends he failed to rescue 2 years ago were still alive and serving as Ohren's personal bodyguard.

Desperate to fulfil his promise, Liffis attempted to remind them of who he was, but they were too far gone having been brainwashed and memory-wiped to serve their master. They could not remember their former leader at all and fired upon him on Ohren's command. Liffis was forced to kill them in order to defend himself, but worst of all, his target managed to escape in the ensuing chaos. His mission deemed a failure, Liffis was recalled to Belisio, but he ignored his orders and instead went AWOL to hunt down the mage no matter where he fled.

After that, Liffis became a phantom and would soon be known as the 'Demon of Turokia', haunting the ruins of the nation and slaying any mage he could find in hopes of one of them being Ohren. Bounties were placed on the Demon's head by the Vaimese forces and several teams of Belisian commandoes were sent to retrieve him, only to return in a state of insanity that made them a danger to everyone around them. Eventually a Knight was dispatched to succeed where all others had failed and Liffis was returned in the same state as those affected by his psionic powers, radiating from him like an aura of madness.

Too traumatized from his experiences and mentally broken even for a Spectre to be field effective anymore, Liffis was put into isolation and there he would remain, deemed a failure of the program. Many attempts were made to salvage him with chemical treatments and therapy, but nothing worked. The only thing he responded to were the odd visits from the Knight who managed to retrieve him, an anomaly capable of resisting his psionic powers.

At first, it was only to monitor Liffis. Then came the questions, details about his first assignment and why it failed. Eventually, questioning turned into full length conversations and when Liffis was finally considered mentally sound enough to continue his duties, he was released from isolation and sent back into the field. On their last meeting, the Knight had left behind a parting gift. A book regarding the Way of Light.

Since then, Liffis gradually learned to be at peace with his past and his eventual fate. Though marred by a life of loss and hardship, he found refuge in his newfound religion and now goes by the moniker of 'Holy Man', serving as living proof that even a Spectre can regain their mind and their humanity. However the current war may progress, he will accept its outcome for better or worse. The only thing that haunts his dreams is the possibility that one of his childhood friends may still be alive, guarding the mage named Ohren Forec.