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Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

David Liang

David

Name: David Liang

Age: 17

Gender|Sex|Identity: Male

Personality Description:
He generally comes off as a serious person, even though it is not exactly the case, mainly due to his language barrier. While his communication for the most part get his point across, he is still fitting in when it comes to the nuances like jokes and slangs, often choosing not to make them due to fear of being insensitive. When it comes to it, this boy from a distant land is actually rather friendly and polite, maybe a little uptight, but would love to talk to and get to know his friends around him. His number one desire is to fit in and be accepted, wanting to be part of everyone's friend group.

Physical Description:
David is a tall person by his home country's standard, but rather average around New Hope (5'7"/175cm), with average physique. He enjoyed a neat crew cut hairstyle for his convenience. His clothing preference is rather conservative, often picking long-sleeves, collared and darker clothes due to the more temperate climate than what he's used to, and also because he does like the style.

Yo'Bikur Appearance:
His Yo'Bikur form dons a dark blue tunic covering all but his foot, hand and head, layered behind a white wide-shouldered half coat with gold outlines. But the most dramatic change compared to his old self is his body. His hand was covered in a weird amalgamation of treated wood, tin and metal. The wood covers most of his palms and fingers on the front side, while the tin covers the backside, along with the joints also made of metal. There are also springs beneath the tin layers David's face is also covered in tin, his hair solidified, but the facial features still looks just like the original David. His right eye has turned sapphire blue, the iris turns into a four-pointed star.

Backstory:
David feels culturally adrift. His legal name is An Liang, born to a middle-class family, whose father, Wong Liang, worked as a computer technician. His mother unfortunately passed away to illness before he could recognize himself in the mirror, and the single father was forced to raise his only son alone. Living around his father, who often surrounded himself with computers, got An acquainted with technology, and being a curious child, An used these machines a lot, much to his father's initial reservation. However, his father being a little bit too busy in his life did allow An to roam free on the zeroes and ones, as well as accessing information a young adolescent could find on the Internet. He'd gradually get in touch with foreign games, foreign cartoons, books or media, which introduced him to a culture entirely different from his own, at a time of crucial personality development nonetheless. Soon, unbeknownst to him, his mannerism and behaviour shifted. He found himself code-switching from a traditional culture at school and with friends, to a foreign one at home when he immersed himself in the wonders of the Internet, slowly identifying with the latter as his curiosity grew.

For the Liang family, his father who felt listless after his wife's passing, being reminded too much of a home that he missed, decided to immigrate. This actually was an exciting opportunity for An, who's always been mesmerized by a foreign land. When he arrived, he took on the first name David and got enrolled in middle school in a metropolitan area. However, this city was not exactly kind towards immigrants like David. The school that he enrolled in did not have much contact with immigrants, with nine out of ten students being locals. As a result, someone who couldn't speak English that well, quite nerdy with computers at best did not fit with the school's social group, or at worst, a target of bullying and harassment. Only after a year in the city, the two moved away to New Hope, a small village that from word of mouth was a lot more welcoming to people of different background. His father found work in the Armstrong PC Shop, ran by the Armstrong family, who was eager to have experienced hands in the shop, and David would often help out the shop as well.

David is a year behind school due to all the moving around, but is always eager to be a part of the school community. He is a member of the school computer club, has high academic performance, especially mathematics and informatics.

Notable Connection:
Wong Liang: His father, whom David felt great sympathies for. He was not exactly there all the time, but who could blame him. David looked up to him and hoped to help him in any way he could.

Nicolas & Sarah Armstrong: The two owners of the Armstrong PC Shop, and his dad's boss. David owes much to these two for the things they give to his family, and they too appreciated David's help, especially the scripts he write to make their job a lot easier.

Respond to these prompts in character:
You're in class and the Fire Alarm goes off. Everyone begins to panic.
"If teacher is around, I would listen to them. If not, I would help my friend(s) to escape. Then I would go. That is what I think I would do, but I might panic too."

You've made plans to go to the festival and are running late, but may make it in time to see the fireworks with your friends. On your way, you see a stranger with a flat tire on the side of the road.
"I don't like it, but I would have to leave them. I made a promise to a friend, I do not want them disappointed that I couldn't be there."

You fall asleep in class and begin to dream; you're atop a ruined tower and a massive dragon circles overhead. You reach for...
"Umm...a book? I like to learn about the dragon; how it behaves. I don't want to make it angry. If I could understand it, maybe I could be friends with it."

The world is so boring; you wish you had a super power. What do you wish for?
"I like to talk to computers, but using codes and commands feel a little cold. I would like to talk to it more personally, intimately."

You are suddenly reminded that tomorrow is the Midterm Exam.
"I should have remembered the main points of each lesson from going to class. I don't mind losing a few marks from not memorizing."

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

Haha, thank you, it's interesting since I remember reading one of a short story set in Shenzhen China and one of the character's name is Wong, so I assumed. It's kinda a reason why I want to keep the origins a bit vague, since I'm not exactly too familiar with their culture (I grew up in similar-ish environment though).

As for Discord, I do use Discord very often, so I wouldn't mind having a Discord channel for this.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

His name is very Chinese/Asian origin, but I prefer to keep it a bit vague, since that gives me a bit more to work with. I hope this friendly computer guy is ok for you.

David Liang

David

Name: David Liang

Age: 17

Gender|Sex|Identity: Male

Personality Description:
He generally comes off as a serious person, even though it is not exactly the case, mainly due to his language barrier. While his communication for the most part get his point across, he is still fitting in when it comes to the nuances like jokes and slangs, often choosing not to make them due to fear of being insensitive. When it comes to it, this boy from a distant land is actually rather friendly and polite, maybe a little uptight, but would love to talk to and get to know his friends around him. His number one desire is to fit in and be accepted, wanting to be part of everyone's friend group.

Physical Description:
David is a tall person by his home country's standard, but rather average around New Hope (5'7"/175cm), with average physique. He enjoyed a neat crew cut hairstyle for his convenience. His clothing preference is rather conservative, often picking long-sleeves, collared and darker clothes due to the more temperate climate than what he's used to, and also because he does like the style.

Backstory:
David feels culturally adrift. His legal name is An Liang, born to a middle-class family, whose father, Wong Liang, worked as a computer technician. His mother unfortunately passed away to illness before he could recognize himself in the mirror, and the single father was forced to raise his only son alone. Living around his father, who often surrounded himself with computers, got An acquainted with technology, and being a curious child, An used these machines a lot, much to his father's initial reservation. However, his father being a little bit too busy in his life did allow An to roam free on the zeroes and ones, as well as accessing information a young adolescent could find on the Internet. He'd gradually get in touch with foreign games, foreign cartoons, books or media, which introduced him to a culture entirely different from his own, at a time of crucial personality development nonetheless. Soon, unbeknownst to him, his mannerism and behaviour shifted. He found himself code-switching from a traditional culture at school and with friends, to a foreign one at home when he immersed himself in the wonders of the Internet, slowly identifying with the latter as his curiosity grew.

For the Liang family, his father who felt listless after his wife's passing, being reminded too much of a home that he missed, decided to immigrate. This actually was an exciting opportunity for An, who's always been mesmerized by a foreign land. When he arrived, he took on the first name David and got enrolled in middle school in a metropolitan area. However, this city was not exactly kind towards immigrants like David. The school that he enrolled in did not have much contact with immigrants, with nine out of ten students being locals. As a result, someone who couldn't speak English that well, quite nerdy with computers at best did not fit with the school's social group, or at worst, a target of bullying and harassment. Only after a year in the city, the two moved away to New Hope, a small village that from word of mouth was a lot more welcoming to people of different background. His father found work in the Armstrong PC Shop, ran by the Armstrong family, who was eager to have experienced hands in the shop, and David would often help out the shop as well.

David is a year behind school due to all the moving around, but is always eager to be a part of the school community. He is a member of the school computer club, has high academic performance, especially mathematics and informatics.

Notable Connection:
Wong Liang: His father, whom David felt great sympathies for. He was not exactly there all the time, but who could blame him. David looked up to him and hoped to help him in any way he could.

Nicolas & Sarah Armstrong: The two owners of the Armstrong PC Shop, and his dad's boss. David owes much to these two for the things they give to his family, and they too appreciated David's help, especially the scripts he write to make their job a lot easier.

Respond to these prompts in character:
You're in class and the Fire Alarm goes off. Everyone begins to panic.
"If teacher is around, I would listen to them. If not, I would help my friend(s) to escape. Then I would go. That is what I think I would do, but I might panic too."

You've made plans to go to the festival and are running late, but may make it in time to see the fireworks with your friends. On your way, you see a stranger with a flat tire on the side of the road.
"I don't like it, but I would have to leave them. I made a promise to a friend, I do not want them disappointed that I couldn't be there."

You fall asleep in class and begin to dream; you're atop a ruined tower and a massive dragon circles overhead. You reach for...
"Umm...a book? I like to learn about the dragon; how it behaves. I don't want to make it angry. If I could understand it, maybe I could be friends with it."

The world is so boring; you wish you had a super power. What do you wish for?
"I like to talk to computers, but using codes and commands feel a little cold. I would like to talk to it more personally, intimately."

You are suddenly reminded that tomorrow is the Midterm Exam.
"I should have remembered the main points of each lesson from going to class. I don't mind losing a few marks from not memorizing."

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

Hi there, I noticed this a little late. Is there time for one more application?

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

⚘ Steffen Gravinir ⚘

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Despite his anxiety circulating through his body at the unknown event currently happening inside the ballroom, Steffen carried out his duty principally, walking up and down the hallway to the royal quarters looking for any movement or individuals that might be hiding from plain sight to finish off what couldn't. He only knew that it was an assassination, but on who and who the assassin was was not known to him, until the third and final time he returned to the ballroom to check on the situation, that's when he saw a wolf-eared individual, whistling from beneath the sea of noble heads, making his way over to him. He recognized the Hundi lad. Sir Lein. He hadn't interacted with him much but his name popped up several times in his records for not exactly great reasons. However, from what he heard, he's otherwise a mischievous and interesting one.

"On the princess? That's daring." He gave a concerned look over in the direction of the attention, not seeing clearly what was going on, but given the lack of major movement, it looked like the assassin may have gotten subdued as Lein said. If that's the case, he saw no need to work on something someone had already worked on. Besides, he found no pleasure in torturing or interrogating the perpetrators. "I think there's enough hands, and will be enough soon."

He wasn't sure what exactly they are doing, it didn't seem like hitting up the assassin, but the most important part was that she was in custody, so they should be able to extract information from her sooner or later. The other most important part at the moment was to get his Highness to safety, and it was exactly what the knights assigned him to do. "I've been checking the hallways, it seems safe, but nothing wrong with going over it again with a clear eyes. And umm..." Steffen's finger tapped on his shoulder a little reservedly. "If that is favourable for you, Sir Lein, you're welcome to."

Steffen was not aware of Hundi's riding on shoulders for fighting or for better visions, maybe it's just a thing for Lein, but he was fine with it either ways. They were light, and he was strong enough to not be impeded much by their weight. Maybe...he never had to fight with someone on his shoulders yet.

@PigeonOfAstora

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

⚘ Steffen Gravinir ⚘

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For the great work the knights of Iron Roses do for every day people, bookkeeping and administration was not necessarily their strength. In fact, the last year or two, paperwork had been ramping up significantly. Being the few who is willing to tolerate the mundane, brain and leg-numbing work known as equipment management was a blessing and a curse for Steffen. On the one hand, he's always with work to do, on the other, he participated in less actions, including the raid the previous day. Whichever is a blessing or a curse is for others to decide. Steffen was living just fine in the small corner of the Candaeln library.

Despite the work, Steffen never was in any lack of sleep. He diligently finished his self-arranged schedule early before taking to bed at the exact time as any day, and then up at daybreak. Breakfast was modest, the morning tea was healthy, a quick workout was serene. Then it was back to doing more paperwork. However, today things were a little different.

A messenger visited him in the morning, informing him that he was selected to join the Knight-Captain at the Princess' Ball. It was a little unexpected, but Steffen agreed. If it was the Knight-Captain, he could not possibly refuse. He'd push the non-important tasks for the next day or ask Sir Ishild to take care of what he couldn't. That was no big deal, but the next messenger to arrive was not as interesting. Carried with him was a familiar-looking sword.

"Please take this out of our record, if you don't mind. No rush." The messenger was a fellow knight Steffen had met a few times. A nice lad. But he looked grim.

"This sword, is this from Sir Rickert?"

The knight nodded, his eyes closed solemnly, letting the silence convey the message. The Ingvarr stood up from his chair and reached over the table to pat the man on the shoulder. "It will be done. Thank you for your time." He said softly, giving him an understanding nod. "If you want to chat later about it, I can always make time."

"I will be ok, thank you so much Sir Steffen." The knight rested his hand on Steffen's, gently lowering it. "May his soul rest in the goddesses' embrace."

"Indeed, may the goddesses watch over his soul." Steffen did not concern much with religion, but these people do, and he knew to always respect that, especially in grave moments. "May you have a good day, Sir Rostam."

The knight bowed and left, leaving the Ingvarr with melancholy. But it soon turned to duty, as Steffen took the weapon that once belonged to a great knight, gave it a thorough wipe before placing it in a redwood box embroidered with rose imagery and coat of arms. Though some family would prefer to use their own ceremonial auxiliaries, usually the higher class ones, it was still standard procedure for a knight's procession. Then the equipment would be carefully examined and the records edited. It normally didn't take too long, but Steffen often found it to be a little too...cold. So he took some extra time with it.

"Sir Steffen?" Another knight popped into the corner he sat on, wearing a much more formal attire, prompting the Ingvarr to stop writing for a moment. "You were invited to the Princess' Ball right?"

"I am. Is it time?" He asked

The knight nodded his answer. "It already started." Oh dear, time flew by while he was working. He hadn't even gotten dressed yet.

"Oh, thank you for the reminder. I'll be there." The knight bowed and was about to leave when Steffen raised his hand to stop him. The knight looked curiously as the Ingvarr wrapped up the piece of paper in front of him, put it in a light blue letter envelope embroidered with flowers, sealed it and placed it in a redwood sword box. There were a few more envelopes like it in there too. "Can you give this box to Sir Ishild as you pass by her? It's for Sir Rickert's family."

"Certainly." The knight nodded, took the box and left before Steffen could say thank you. It was good to know that there are some comfort for them.

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The day went on, and Steffen hurried back to get himself dressed. He chose an all-black tuxedo with black pants, shirt and pants. The only light-colored piece of clothing on him would be the white cravat with a small rose at the top by his neck, and several embroidery on his coat. He jogged to the castle to save time, but slowed down by the gate so as to catch his breathe and not sweat. He was already late anyway, so better to be late well-dressed than late and looked dead.

As Steffen made his way to the ball, he saw the moment when something was going wrong. All of a sudden, there were distant movement of the knights in various directions towards the ballroom, as the door slammed shut. A couple others also arrived outside the ballroom.

"Ah, Sir Steffen, it's good that you're here." One of the knights said as he saw the towering outlander over him. "There's an assassination attempt. Go check the path to the royal quarters."

"Understood." Steffen nodded firmly as he dashed back to the first hall. He cursed himself for forgetting his spear back home.

Delta End

Floyd "Flemma" Cloute

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The moment the elevator door closed, Flemma had to give this kid credit. His head was probably spinning, but he was willing to go into the unknowns with the squad, with the chance of them getting murked the moment that elevator door reopened. It's a quirky squad for sure. A timid feline girl clinging to another young but tough looking lad, along with a rather mature-looking lady. He wasn't exactly confident in the team's ability to coordinate perfectly, considering the former two, but eh, the youngsters nowadays find multiple ways to surprise him.

"Better a familiar smell than this I guess." Flemma ticked his tongue in jest as he exchanged a glance over to the man next to him and more on the girl behind him. "Don't worry, I'll be at the front, but I'll watch your back."

The long ride did make the smell in the elevator quite agonizing to handle. The woman's smoke actually helped make it a bit more tolerable, but by the time the elevator reached the ground floor, Flemma would be the first out if he wasn't standing right close to the door. The so-called 'Yamazaki Restaurant' was...actually kinda like a restaurant? Which makes it even weirder given what was up there. The dishes and decorations didn't concern him too much, but rather the hidden identities of the guests, as well as the unsettling silence from them. He knew restaurants employ these to keep things quiet and private for diners, but given the mission they are in, it made it easy for a trap to be sprung.

As his squadmate approached the employee of the restaurant, Flemma too sheathed his Anima, but kept his distance from both of them. Rather he tapped on his comm to check with Shorty if anything was up. She did say she'd keep our visions clear.

"Shorty, you there? Yeah, we're down. Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

@Melpaws@pkken@PigeonOfAstora@AThousandCurses@Lucius Cypher

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

_{Locations: Athletic Arena
Interactions: Leo @Helo, Mina @Tae}

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From what Leo described, it seemed like Mina had a heat stroke. Quite serious one if she was actually convulsing while unconscious. John didn't think an execution could have caused the kind of heat that would cause someone to go into that state, even with the barbaric method of burning, though he never know for sure.

"No no, it's completely understandable." John replied to Leo with a hand wave, his head leaned slightly left. "We too are aware what happened, and are on alert." Is it possible that Mina was drugged? He couldn't leave it out, but chances are probably not high. He couldn't know for sure unless he had an actual look, but nevertheless appreciated Leo's help with narrowing things down for him.

"Good day to you too, Lord Smithwood." He smiled back before turning back to Mina, who he was still quite concerned considering her headaches. "Let's get you back." John called for a carriage back. He'd normally let people walk back to clear out their mind, but this is heat-related exhaustion, and very little shades were around for them to take advantage of. Not to mention she also had that outfit, which was rather concealing. Speaking of that.

"It's quite a warm attire, is there anything you can take off?" He asked Mina, handing her a handkerchief from a bag he had, containing other various medical tools. "For if you're sweating." He was still under the assumption that Mina had a heatstroke. The carriage would arrive shortly after.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Steffen

Name: Steffen Gravinir

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Race: Ingvarr

Appearance:
Very tall, towering at 7ft, along with a well-built body and broad shoulders, Steffen would be a giant if other giant races did not exist. But he often concealed that physique through more conservative and sharp styled clothes, giving off a more intellectual aura. He sported a neck-length black hair that had a slights jut out to the side due to his wide and pointy ears. A clear trademark that he would or could not hide from anyone would be his red twisty horns on top of his head. While an intimidating sight to be seen in combat, it did make him resemble a bit like a goat, something people sometimes made fun of him for. His eyes dimmed a mesmerizing amethyst color.

Personality:
Steffen is a gentle and quiet man. He is quite reserved and stoic, but willing to share his learned knowledge with those around him, combined with the contrasting reputation of the Ingvarr people made him quite an eccentric figure for those around him. It would be quite rare to see him raise his voice to someone who is not his enemies, and even less so his allies. He is also a pushover, and while he would refuse anything outright immoral, he found it difficult to say no to any requests for help, nor would he be disagreeable in conversations. In fact, his fellow knights would find him quite pleasant to talk to, having that air of knowledge around him. However, he does tend to keep his past to himself, making some people to wonder or be skeptical to why he is here.

Steffen is quite diligent in his day-to-day life, both on-duty and off-duty. His best effort were derived from satisfaction from accomplishing the smallest of things: a sharp blade, a clean house, or a task well-done. He often took on menial tasks for the other knights, or rather being pushed into doing, as they trusted that he would complete them with satisfactory results. Steffen has nothing really to prove to anyone unless it's required to. All he wanted is to live a low profile, working for the sake of others and enjoying the simple things. He avoids confrontations or challenges, never being the instigator, as he find those to be often times pointless. That is no excuse to push him over the edge, however, as those who were caught at the sharp end of his spear tend to not enjoy that experience.

He is inadvertently good with children, despite not necessarily fond of talking to them. His distinct Ingvarr horns and pointy ears tend to attract the younglings and the curious. Being someone who wouldn't want to refuse others, he would let them play with it.

Brief Backstory:
Ingvarrs are fierce warriors. People in this land knew that, the Ingvarrs knew that, the Gravinir family knew that, and Steffen knew that too. But he consciously chose the life of peace and knowledge, despite his family insisting otherwise. He would not budge. No matter how many combat sessions he had with his father, a renowned warrior in his tribe, how many insistence of family traditions, how many Ingvarr legends that were passed, and how he could become one of them, Steffen was not interested. He liked reading literature, growing flowers and writing instead. Initially he would be looked upon with scorn, but overtime, his parents accepted his path. After all, it was his choice, and he was sticking by it quite admirably, so who were they to force him otherwise. It was still a shame, however, as Steffen is a good warrior in his own right, and could've been a perfect inheritor of the warrior reputation of his ancestors. But solemnly, the head of family title would be passed down to his little brother, Ogand, and he was expected to carry his family's traditions instead.

Ogand, however, did not possess the warrior capability nor the honor that his older brother had. Though he aspired to make a name for himself and his family, he was a middling fighter, could barely persevere with his father's strict training regiments, which became even more strict to shape him. That aspiration slowly grew to resentment. Resentment of his parents for inflicting so much pain on him, resentment on his older brother for handing him that responsibility despite being more than capable of fulfilling it himself. Steffen did occasionally look out for his younger brother, though did not stray away from his chosen path, which only made Ogand's resentment grew even more. It all came to a breaking point when Ogand threw away everything, his honor and aspiration to betray his parents and brother, murdered the former and burned their house down. Steffen luckily was not around when the betrayal happened, but Ogand was going for him next. News of the treachery spread quickly, however, and a kind soul managed to warn Steffen before he suffered the same fate as his parents. The eldest son of the Gravinir family took up the spear that he put down long ago, and the next time the two brothers met, only one would come out alive.

Heartbroken for his beloved parents, and even more so his brother, whose betrayals hurt him personally, Steffen left his tribe, hoping to find peace in solitude. On his travels, he met a nice group of Ingvarr hunters who liked to camp near his area. They befriended one another, and eventually they invited him to live with their tribe. Steffen reluctantly accepted, but soon found comfort in his new tribes. He figured he could settle here and enjoy a stable, mundane life. He even swore a blood oath of brotherhood with one of his close friends there. He was happy for a few years, until it was taken from him again.

Unbeknownst to Steffen, his leader had a dispute with another tribe, something that escalated to a conflict. Their tribe struck first with a raid on his village, one that caught them by surprise. In spite of that, the warriors of his village, including Steffen, managed to resist the invaders, and thus repelling them after hours of gruelling combat. However, many of his friends including his oath-sworn brother were among the fallen. The weight of another tragedy plus superstitions of Steffen by the locals who were aware of what happened to his family, believing the man to be bringing bad luck to the tribes, convinced him to leave his tribe one more time to find another place to live. This time he would go south to Thaln.

He would initially find work here and there in the northern area of Thaln with the locals who were friendly with the Ingvarrs, but a more permanent settlement for him would be further south. People were initially wary of the Ingvarr due to never having seen one before, but suspicions mellowed out a bit overtime as his good deeds accumulated. While he mainly helped the village out with bookkeeping and some botanical works, his Ingvarr super-strength made him flexible to most village commissions.

One day, several knights stumbled into the village, beaten and bloodied, desperate for refuge. The village chief took them in and helped them recover from their wounds. It would be later be revealed that they were the Iron Rose knights, fleeing a lost battle of what would be known as the War of the Red Flag, but not after their recovery, but before by their predators. A band of soldiers from Lord Cainz would stumble into the village to finish off the remnants of the Iron Roses, but was met with a firm refusal from the old village chief, who told off the soldiers that they should be ashamed for trying to hunt down the wounded and the sick. For his kindness though, the village chief would be ran through with a spear. They tried to ransack the village afterwards, but Steffen was there and he, despite not having a proper weapon on-hand, would slaughter the rebels with utter brutality.

The Iron Rose Knights would recover after a few days, explained to the villagers of the war that broke out, helped the leaderless village to set up defence watch against the rebels while they try to reach their Order. Naturally, they worked alongside Steffen mostly, and this outlander proved life-saving in times of desperation, fending off multiple follow-up rebel raids with the knights. Both impressed by his skills, admirable conducts, and lacking in manpower, the knights impromptu roped him into more knightly battles to defend the land, and there he did so with distinction. As the tide of the war gradually turned against the rebels, and more knights were available to reinforce the front, Steffen was phased out and spent the rest of the war defending his village. But for the knights who stumbled into the village on that fateful day, the fearsome warrior was exemplary knightly behavior, more so than some of their own, and readily recommended him to join their Order. He was initially reluctant to be taking up the warrior life again now that the war was over, but after seeing tragedies happen, snatching away his peaceful life one time after another, he was convinced that there would be no peace in this chaotic world if the threats were not to be dealt with. He accepted his invitation this time to the Iron Rose Knights, being one of a few outlander knights of the Order.

Equipment:
Gravinir Spear:
The only relic left of his long dead family, one that he used in the fight with his brother. A box-standard spear of his tribe, nothing too special, but given the inhuman strength of the Ingvarr, they were made almost entirely out of metal in order to withstand the test of might. It stood just as tall as Steffen, topped by a triangular spearhead that could slice or pierce. The back of the spear also is sharpened with a spearhead, though leaf-shaped.

Armor: Plate armor custom-made when he joined the Iron Rose Knights, to replace the haphazard one he had during the war. He does not have a helmet with him, as the smither refused that, citing too much work to do. How the hell do you make a helmet for such a head?

Skills:
His most obvious skill is his inhuman physical strength, capable of bending metal and breaking boulders with relative ease. He can use most conventional weaponry with some degree of familiarity, but his weapon of mastery is the spear. His spearmanship style is defensive, often overcoming opponents with counterattacks, parries that disorient their intended move. He prefers not to make much movement of his own and while more pacifistic, he would not hesitate to be brutal the more serious the threat became. Steffen is also a good martial artist, very well being able to hold his own unarmed, while always presenting the threat of the earth-shattering punch that embodied his physical strength.

Outside the battlefield, Steffen is quite fond of gardening and botany, enjoyed reading and writing literature. His knowledge and advanced literacy allowed him on more important bookkeeping roles for the knights.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Thanks for the response, I assume it's good to go? @VitaVitaAR

Also is there a Discord server for this?