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Louis Demaar Evermoore

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Louis smiled gently under his helm as her majesty stepped out from her carriage. With the coronation, he hadn’t been surprised to see the Death Guard scattered throughout the crowd, watching for threats to the soon-to-be queen from both within the crowd, and without. In part, Louis was glad he could be here. Both as witness, but to do a duty

The armored man did his own due diligence, scanning the crowd idly for any suspicious characters, of which he didn’t count the Lammergier. He was certain they were here for a reason, sure, but not as a threat to her majesty. That would be foolish, even for one so mighty. Besides, it wouldn’t make sense, at least not as he understood it.

The Eagles that flanked the man remained silent and stoic as always, watching and waiting as her majesty made her way up towards the stage. He could only imagine the weight of responsibility that the crown of Silliach bore, as the title he was groomed to bear was but a fraction of that. It truly took someone special to bear that kind of power well, and it was yet to be seen if her majesty would be one such person. But he had hope that she’d be a worthy leader of his homeland.

The true concern was how the noble houses would take it. In all of Silliach’s history, Eliora Redmire would be the first queen to truly bear the power of that title, and not just the wife of the king. It would be a change, and he knew a little too well how the nobility of Silliach disliked change. Still, should the day require it, his sword was sharp, and his arm well-rested. Even if the great Patronaat wouldn’t stop the curse of the Redmire dynasty, perhaps it didn’t need to. The protection of her majesty would be the duty of those able and willing, among which Louis considered himself to still be a part of.

Well, more or less.

The worst part of the day thus far wasn’t the massive crowd or the anticipation. It was the infernal itching. The warm sun only served to make the steel around him warmer, and even with his arming doublet keeping the enchanted steel off his skin, the metal coffin he called armor would quickly become a veritable oven, and the itching was inevitable with the sweat trapped in his underlayer. Still, he’d trained to keep a disciplined appearance in heat or cold, and so he wouldn’t fidget… much. But it was still better than being without the plate, unfortunately. He preferred being able to walk.

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Louis Demaar Evermoore

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Louis couldn’t shake how tense he’d felt. Sure, he’d spent time in the capital before, paying his respects to the king, attending meetings, all that one would expect as a young scion of a loyal house. He hadn’t been in the capital for years now, though, but the coronation of the first queen felt like one of those things any loyal servant of the throne should attend if possible. Not to mention, the Venators had come to the capital in force so to speak, and where they went, he followed.

The Lammergier was enough to draw attention and some concern, however Louis didn’t let him shake him. He was here to look after the Eagles that stood alongside him, and part of that was appearing to be the intimidating wall of steel to scare away would-be thieves within the crowd. Not that the silent monastic individuals would answer him if he asked about the specifics.

The constant noise was almost enough for one to slip up to him unnoticed, but he wasn’t so lost in his questions that the young pickpocket trying to slip in behind him escaped his notice. The boy, maybe thirteen at the oldest, reached a hand towards a small coinpurse on his waist. It wasn’t filled with much coin, as he’d expected something like this. Regardless, Louis’ hand snapped out, gripping the boy’s wrist in his armor’s iron grip, as he slowly turned his head to better see the would-be pickpocket. Louis saw the sudden terror as the boy realized he’d been caught, but he looked past that, and at the young boy properly.

When Louis noticed how thin and dirty the kid looked, he felt pity in his heart for the boy. “People don’t take kindly to thieves, you know.” He stated in a calm, menacing fashion, as the boy struggled against his grip, and desperately kicked at Louis’ leg, accomplishing nothing. The armored man reached his hand towards his belt, the kid panicking more as his hand brushed his sword, before Louis put a couple fingers into the pouch at his waist, withdrawing a pair of silver coins.

He pulled the child’s hand closer for a moment, and pressed the coins into the child’s hand. “Here.” He loosened his grip on the boy’s wrist, his expression softening under the helm. “Get yourself a hot meal. But don’t let me catch you stealing again. Others might not be as forgiving.” With that, he released the boy, who looked up at him for a moment with a mixture of relief and confusion, before disappearing into the crowd. Likely one of the many orphans who tried to survive on these streets, Louis figured, and while he might’ve been trying to steal from the armored man, Louis didn’t take that to mean he was a bad kid. Just desperate, looking for a way out. Something he knew too well.

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With the suppressing fire he’d been laying down, Osamu anticipated the enemy’s incoming fire to be directed at him. A part of him almost took offense to seemingly being ignored by the Orthus as it opted to attack Daimon instead. He gritted his teeth, then looked at the large knife on his belt with a grin. If this thing wanted to ignore him, he’d show it exactly why that was a bad idea.

With the Orthus slowed and seemingly focused on Daimon, Baron seized the opportunity and dropped his machine gun. Seeing his chance, thanks to Thespian and Daimon drawing it’s attention, he leapt at the beast, clinging to it’s mane as he hung from it’s side, pulling himself atop the beast before producing his kukri from his belt.

ATTACK

ATTACK

ATTACK

Again and again, Baron brought his blade down across the shadow’s back, laughing like a madman as he did. He held on to the thing as long as he could, driving blow after blow into the Orthus as he was intent to either bring it down, or get thrown across the room trying.

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Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Beware the Blackcoats

An Island-Daxam-Bacon Collab, ft. Hoshi, Zac, & Levi

As the Islanders started to converse amongst themselves, Zac fell silent, watching them all. He had no doubt they were all nervous, if not outright scared, of not only needing to split up, but also of the task ahead of them. He remembered when he first set out on his journey, the trepidation he felt. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t start off with companions. It was just him and Sigrid for a while, traveling from world to world, fighting tooth and nail to prevent the tragedy that befell his own world. Until he met her, he had to figure most things out on his own. I’m glad, though, he thought. If my experience can help these guys out, then everything I’ve been through will have been worth it.

When his gaze moved to Hoshi, it was drawn to the black square she had deigned to sit on. He spent a moment trying to figure out what it was when it dawned on him. Kicking himself for being so focused on the task at hand to notice, having first noticed it on the way to the Keyhole, he moved away from the wall and came to stand in front of her. “Where did you get that? The coat you’re sitting on?” he asked. He seemed almost uncharacteristically serious, his usual easy-going demeanor gone. His voice was low, not because he was trying to be quiet, but because he had to consciously hold back an anger that had suddenly bubbled from deep within. He didn’t want to direct it at Hoshi, who he knew would have no idea just what the coat meant to him.

Levi was off the couch before he realized he was moving. It was that subtle aggression in how Zac moved that set him on edge. Levi was quick to interpose himself, and offered a hand over to Hoshi, as he spoke up. “Hey, why don’t you help me grab some spare blankets from downstairs?” He asked her, trying to sound casual. It’d be a chance to talk in relative privacy, at least. “You can come too.” He said as he turned to Zac, before lowering his voice. “If you can keep it civil.” He softly added on, giving a brief but level look to their savior. He figured it wouldn’t be a necessary reminder, but he’d known Zac for less than two days, and it was better to err on the side of caution.

Hoshi looked up at Zac, blinking tiredly; she had been ready to nod off to sleep before he began his move toward her. If she hadn’t been as worn out as she was, she’d have been on her feet and standing her ground similarly to Levi. “Where did I get what?” she asked, half-slurring her words. She scanned herself and the floor around her before realizing what he was talking about. “Oh… this? It’s--” she was cut off by Levi, who had intervened in the conversation.

“Y-yeah,” she spoke through a light yawn. “Blore mankets… I mean, more blankets wouldn’t be a bad idea.” She pulled herself off of the coat and followed Levi. Being on her feet again forced a bit of extra life into her, and she spoke more clearly as they made their way to a more private corner. “It’s OK,” she whispered ahead to her friend. Once they had gotten out of proper earshot of Morgan and Lucian, she looked at Zac. “I- I got it back on the Islands. Just before the world was lost. Some guy, I’m not sure who… he gave it to me. I mean, he basically dressed me into it, said something about it keeping me safe in the Darkness. Then he threw me into the portal thing that brought me here.”

It was all Zac could do to keep from punching a hole in the wall. He stood there, eyes closed as he got his breathing under control, fighting back an intense wave of anger he hadn’t felt in a long time, muttering, “I can’t believe it…One of them was on the island…So close, but…”

When he was certain he wasn’t going to blow up on Hoshi or Levi, he let out a long, slow breath before saying, “Sorry. Just…some bad memories.” Turning to Hoshi, he said, “He was right. That coat is designed to keep you safe when you travel through Corridors of Darkness. Why he helped you off of the island, I can’t even begin to guess, but if there’s just one thing you need to keep in mind, it’s this: anyone wearing one of those coats is nothing but bad news. He might’ve saved you, but I don’t believe for a second it was because he seriously wanted to keep you safe.”

Crossing his arms, he leaned against the wall and added, “I need you guys to promise me something: you ever see anyone dressed like that, turn the other way and run. Try to get a hold of me and I’ll come as quickly as I can. Neither of you or any of your friends are any match for them, right now. And I’ve got a score to settle.”

Initially, Levi was tense, though it lessened slightly at Hoshi’s reassurance. He always got his hackles up when he thought someone or something could be a threat to his friends, it was just part of who he was. Levi relaxed far more, however, as Zac explained himself. And also as he was indirectly assured that Zac wasn’t about to turn on them over a coat Hoshi was given. After a moment, he looked back over to Zac. “Alright.” He ceded, though there was a quiet conviction across his face as Levi led the group to a linen closet he’d seen when they initially made their way to the blue room. “If push comes to shove though, I’m the last one out. It’s just how I roll.” He stated plainly, as he kept his pace down the hall, ending at the closet in question.

“Here.” Levi offered, as he pulled several folded blankets out of the linen closet. One he handed to Hoshi, one to Zac, and took two stacked atop each other himself. “This should be plenty.”

Hoshi took the blanket from Levi and held it close to her chest. All the while she was looking at Zac, who was visibly shaken by the matter of the coat and the people associated with it. She hadn’t known him long, but had guessed him well-traveled and experienced as a fighter… if he was worried about the people that supplied her coat, then she had to take his word that they were too much for her and her friends; she worried for Alias, where ever he was and would go, and hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with them alone. “Weird, though,” she said. “If the guy that gave me that coat was one of these people you’re talking about… should I be more careful then, if they wanted me safe for something? Who even are they?”

Zac nodded at Levi as he passed him a blanket. He knew better than to argue with him, given that he was the same way, but he still said, “Just don’t take any unnecessary risks, then. Promise me that much and that you’ll call me, then we’re good.”

When Hoshi finished talking, he sighed and shook his head. “I’ve tangled with them a few times, but I don’t know much about them. The last time I faced them, I’m pretty sure I went up against their boss…but those memories are fuzzy, at best. Something happened, then I woke up in Traverse Town, alone.” He faced Hoshi, then Levi, and added, “Just stay on your toes. There are things just as dangerous, if not more so, than Heartless out there.”

“Right.” Hoshi fought back from yawning into Zac’s face, and affirmed her agreement with a dutiful nod. She looked to Levi, and then back to Zac. “I um…” She began to speak, but stopped herself. She struggled with her thoughts for a moment before saying. “Thank you for letting us know to be alert… Uh… if you could, right now… I was hoping to talk to Levi about something private.”

Levi turned back toward Zac for a moment, considering for a few heartbeats before speaking himself. “Why don’t you let the others know about these black coat guys? Better they know before everyone leaves anyway, in case there are any chance encounters.” He offered, before his expression became a bit less carefree. “And don’t worry about me. I’m not the type to pull hare-brained stunts.” He commented, giving the topic the severity it warranted, before softening his face a bit. “That’d be this one’s ballpark.” He remarked jokingly, as he turned slightly and tapped Hoshi’s arm with his fist, an ever so slight smirk crossing his face.

Zac smiled at Hoshi and Levi, but it wasn’t his usual carefree grin. It was an attempt, but there was a hint of sadness there. “Yeah, sure. I’ll say something to the others and then I think I’ll spend the night in my ship. With how long I’ve been moving around, I’ve gotten to the point where I sleep better in my chair than in a bed.” With that, the young Gummi mechanic turned around and left, waving over his shoulder at Hoshi and Levi.

As Zac strode out of earshot, Hoshi turned to Levi. She had debated saying something to Zac, but she barely knew him beyond that he was skilled in combat, and his status as a seasoned adventurer and Keyblade wielder. “That guy I was talking about, the one that gave me the black coat… when he was near me I… I felt strange. Like something in my chest was burning and about to burst out. I felt it on the Island, and I’ve felt the same a few times since I got to this world, but I don’t think he’s here… I haven’t seen him at least.”

Levi’s expression turned around to concern quickly with Hoshi’s explanation, as he considered the situation. “Well… it doesn’t seem like he wants to hurt you. From what you’ve said, as dangerous as the guy is according to Zac, he could’ve just left you.” He stated as he analyzed the situation. It was worrying that these people thought Hoshi was important enough to save, but they had enough problems as it was without going and hunting for answers. That could come after they’d found Alias. After a moment to consider, he tensed slightly as he gave his opinion on the matter. “Still, best to watch your back. We don’t know what he wants with you, so it’d be better to be cautious."

The concern Levi had displayed changed to a deadly seriousness, as he reassured his friend, using words he meant with his whole heart. “But if you ever need us, we’re just a call away. We’ll come running to help the second you ask. You know we will.” Levi gently placed a hand on Hoshi's shoulder, intending to comfort her. A soft yet serious smile was on his face as he met her eyes and promised. “Come hell or high water.”

“Right.” It was all Hoshi could do to agree with her friend.

Without further words, the pair returned to their group’s bedroom.

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Louis

Louis Appearance Thin build, 5’11”, 6’ even in the armor. A full suit of intricately crafted plate armor, inscribed with magical runes along the interior that aid in movement. Long, white cloak, attached by a pair of clasps at the shoulders. To most, that's all they'll ever see, and he doesn't take off his armor in front of others in case they found his appearance more unsettling than the armored knight he appears to be. Beneath the armor, his entire body is covered in various burn scars from a mixture of flames, branding, and lightning. Short, messy hair that is stark white with wisps of the original auburn throughout. Personality & Reputation Intimidating on the surface given the armor, he does what he can with his demeanor to soften that initial impression. He’s friendly and kind, and almost always trying to find the bright side or lighten the mood slightly. He mostly keeps his armor on, in order to prevent his appearance and disfiguring scars from unsettling others more than seeing a knight in full armor might. He’s built two, conflicting reputations, one as a heroic knight that helps those in need, gives his cloak to children as a blanket, and makes hot soup for the hungry. The other as a keen and merciless warrior, who draws his sword in defense of merchants and common people, and willing to face impossible odds for even so much as a single man, woman, or child while wielding the terrifying power of lightning. History history Content warning: Mentions of torture and rape. As a child, Louis was born with a silver spoon in his mouth to a noble family of middling repute known as House Evermoore, to Lord Louis Evermoore II and Lady Marianne Demaar as firstborn. Being the eldest, he had ingrained into him early that he was going to be a leader, and that he needed to embody the virtues of a good leader. Fortunately, he took to it naturally, and as he grew he sought to be the example everyone looked up to. His father educated him on statecraft and swordsmanship while his mother taught him politics. However, with few coping mechanisms in his life, he ended up suffering from a nervous breakdown after a particularly aggressive meeting between a number of noble houses that narrowly avoided bloodshed. For his safety, the family servants brought him into the kitchens at their lord’s order, and taught him a skill to help him cope and relax; cooking. By age of 14, he was a model noble scion, with four siblings, a loving family, and hobby he was both good at and enjoyed. He couldn’t have known how it all went so wrong. Within the cutthroat politics of the Siliach nobility, his family were thought of as a threat. Loyal to the crown above all else, paragons of virtue, seemingly incorruptible, yet humble in court. All the while, amassing political capital and quietly taking lands and businesses from nobles seen as less deserving by the crown, who thus didn’t act to stop them. However, this made many powerful enemies for the Evermoore family, leading to an event known as the Crimson Gala. The Crimson Gala was a party, throne by the noble House Ferron, supposedly in an attempt to smooth over some issues between them and other noble houses, and to introduce Louis to his bride-to-be, Elanore Ferron. This would not be, however, as it actuality it was a trap laid by House Ferron and a number of other noble families who had been affected by the actions of House Evermoore. It quickly turned from a party to an ambush, resulting in the death of the Evermoore family’s bodyguards, and the capture of a family. They spent long, harsh weeks in those dungeons, initially together, then separated. Lord Ferron wanted Lord Evermoore to sign over his family’s holding to the Ferron dynasty, which Evermoore refused. He withstood the lord’s torturers for three months, until Ferron brought his wrath down onto Evemoore’s children. Louis was dragged before his father, as Lord Evermoore was forced to watch as Louis was tortured before him. It took mere minutes to make Lord Evermoore break. Minutes that would cost the young lord-to-be his boyish good looks, reward him with severe scarring across his face, lose him the use of his left eye, and gave young Louis a fear of fire that would never leave him. With no further use for them, and not wanting the family to report back to the crown, Lord Ferron ordered them to be executed in whatever ways his torturers saw fit. As a result, under the blades, brands, and devices of those sadists, they suffered for another two months. Louis’ youngest brother was starved to death. His second brother was burned alive. His third, drawn and quartered. His only sister, raped to death. Louis had accepted his fate, overhearing how they planned to drown him. Then, he remembered something. The only chance he had. He prayed to every god that would hear him, until he got his chance. At the age of fifteen, he swore into a compromise, and sacrificed one of the few things that used to bring him comfort and help him relax. He traded his sense of taste for magical potential. When he was dragged out to a lake just beyond the city with a piece of iron around his neck and thrown in, he called upon what limited power he had. He channeled lightning, turning the entire lake into a deathtrap, barely surviving with even more scars seared into his flesh. The light and sound, however, attracted attention from some passersby, who offered him the first kindness he’d had the entire year, and saved his life. Louis never did find out what happened to his parents, but given who was holding them, he's long since assumed they died. He became depressed over the loss of his parents and siblings, along with his loss of ability to do anything under his own power. He spent an entire year just trying to teach and train himself to walk again, and fighting seemed to be something he'd never again be capable of. Then, he swore something to himself that gave him the drive he needed. He swore he'd never again let someone else suffer as he had, to do whatever it took to protect others. Louis used what little power and influence his could to ensure the family that saved him would be taken care of. House Evermoore, for all intents and purposes, had ceased to be. What few loyal servants of his house remained did what they could, managing to quietly commission a set of magical armor for the young lord and grant him the ability to move as he once did. Horribly mutilated and having seen the worst humanity could offer, he left, attempting to find a new direction in his life, now that he had a reason to hold on. Then, he met the Venators. Taken in by their lofty ideals and kind hearts, and disconnected from what few allies he had left, he followed them for a while under the guise of mercenary work, providing protection with his sword arm for meagre pay, room, and board. Still, despite everything, he wanted to help people. He spent the next several years honing his abilities, relearning how to move and fight as he was, and helping people alongside the Venators as they helped show him that he need not give up hope. While he struggled to find meaning for his own life, now that everything he had was stripped away, he sees his only purpose being to aid and protect others, as any lord should to their people. Strengths & Limitations Strengths Magical Might While physically ruined outside the armor, his armor boosts his strength in addition to aiding in his movement, making him capable of feats of strength that normally might not be possible for a huma. Trained Warrior Louis is a trained and rather skilled swordsman, and while he won't be going toe to toe with the Adjudicators anytime soon, he's defiantly not bad either. With formal combat training from a relatively young age, he's able to hold his own while keeping a sword in his hand. Former Lordling Louis is a capable bureaucrat who's had to develop the eye for detail and bookkeeping abilities in order to fulfil his role. He was also required to study politics and the major figures of both the nation and world, leaving him rather well-educated as to who the big players are, so to speak. Never Back Down He swore to himself to never leave people behind again, an oath he takes extremely seriously. Louis will gladly be the last man out in any situation, and will refuse to cut and run before impossible odds. Skilled Cook While his is unable to enjoy his skill himself, he is a talented and trained cook that can make a good meal out of just about anything edible, with enough preparation. Foods he is unfamiliar with may require the help of someone else, however, as per what he sacrificed in his compromise. Magical Abilities With his compromise, Louis was granted the wild might of lightning at his fingertips. Furious Bolt - Louis throws a bolt of lighting like one would a javelin. Might of the Divine - Louis channels lightning into his sword, causing it to glow blue and crackle with electricity. While doing so, naturally, his blade becomes even more dangerous. Nature's Wrath - Louis summons bolts of lighting from the sky. As these bolts are not directly connected to him, he is capable of calling on far more magical power that normally possible due to the risk of injury to himself, making these bolts especially powerful. In exchange, these bolts require more time to prepare than any other attack in his arsenal. Limitations Physically Ruined Outside of his armor, Louis has been scarred in ways that make even just movement difficult. Should his armor ever be destroyed or somehow disabled, he would barely be able to walk under his own power, let alone fight. The Ones Left Behind Whenever he fails to save someone he believes he could have, he's reminded of his parents and siblings, and tends towards a depressive downward spiral. In addition, a fear of this happening and a genuine desire to do good will lead him to putting himself into extremely dangerous and even unwinnable situations in an attempt to save others. Unfettered Rage Having been on the receiving end of some of the world's worst, he swore to not allow others to suffer as he did. This led to him feeling an almost blinding rage upon seeing undue cruelty or injustice, that has more often than not gotten him into trouble. Fear of the Flame Louis suffers from pyrophobia, causing him to grow nervous even near something as simple as a campfire. More explicit reminders of his past, such as burning pain or flame-based attacks, might send him into full panic attacks at inopportune moments. Half-Blind Louis has completely lost all function out of his left eye, leaving him with a massive blind spot on his left side. Miscellaneous Lacks any sense of taste.

____________________________________________________________________________ ◤ ”Don’t worry about me. My job is to keep you safe, not the other way around.” Full Name Louis Demaar Evermoore III Age: 24 Voice Claim: George Newbern (STAS/JL/JLU Superman) Race: Huma Birthplace: Siliach Occupation: Mercenary Affiliation(s): Venators

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