[center][h3]Sir Edwin Stormcrest?[/h3][/center]
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Titles
[color=#0E0101][Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baron] B, [Apprentice Lancer], [Power Potential], [Get Looped], [Dark Knight], [Knight in Black], [Dark Horseman] - #0E0101[/color]
Noteworthy Skills: [Resilient Surprised], Regeneration F
Asset Goal: ?

Edwin barely made past the archway, when he found himself surrounded by a trio of noblewomen, not exactly what he was hoping to find as he delved deeper into the entrails of the event. And, with the scent of perfume reaching his nostrils, and sweet compliments reaching his ears, he found himself at an impasse.

[color=#0E0101]"It was quite the sight, wasn’t it? Not even close to how I perform on the battlefield, but I suspect you, ladies, got a small taste of it.” [/color]With not even a thread of humbleness in his very being, he answered the trio, a self-confident smile, that not quite reached his eyes, present on his lips. [color=#0E0101]“It does take a special kind of man to wield a lance, even on foot, but…”[/color] He leaned closer, seizing the jaw of one of them with an armored finger, the steel chilling and voice dropping to a conspirational tone. [color=#0E0101]“... here I am.”[/color]

And moving his gauntlet away from the woman, he walked towards the table with the refreshments with commanding presence. Grasping one delicate, crystal goblet, sapphire eyes sliding towards the admirers. [color=#0E0101]“I was trained by the best lancer in the Second Continent, Ser Cedric of Allenport.”[/color]

With those words leaving his mouth, eyes began searching about while he poured some of the cool light wine into the goblet. Eventually, his eyes would catch a glimpse of a golden mask in the distance, narrowing ever so slightly at the very sight. [color=#0E0101]“Ryken knights, as competent as they are, are certainly [b]-not-[/b] my peers. After all, only the best are expected of a Marcher Lord such as myself.”[/color]

Turning around and facing the gathered crowd, he sipped on the light wine, its softness not that appreciated. [color=#0E0101]“Perhaps I will allow for another demonstration of my skills later…”[/color] And, upon hearing some whining and envy from certain contestants, he saw his opportunity. [color=#0E0101]“... is that so? A remarkable technique?”[/color] His voice was suddenly loud, booming and carrying effortlessly. [color=#0E0101]“Well then, why don’t the three of you explain their nuances to them?”[/color] His open hand glided through the air, motioning towards the noblewomen and gathered admirers. [color=#0E0101]“I will leave you to it.”[/color]

With a mock bow, he turned around, crimson cape fluttering behind him. Sipping the wine while he watched by the corner of his eyes how much attention was still on him.