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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

⚘ Steffen Gravinir ⚘

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Steffen found himself staring eye to eye with his fellow landsman as yet again both of them engaged in a test of might. The Ingvarr could feel the bone surfacing on his skins making contact with his gauntlet, as he gritted his teeth to suppress the fierce resistance of the Barukstaedian man. Visibly, Steffen was superior raw strength-wise, but it was not clear, as there were still movements that his opponent could do that would later manifest into a proper retaliation. But that was when Sir Fleuri came in, and also when Steffen was quite disappointed that despite it, he was able to dodge the lethal blow, moving his head to catch the blade slightly off the artery. It was progress sure, but now the warrior from Barukstaed had a legitimate opportunity to counter-attack.

The first sign for Steffen of danger was when his opponent shifted his hand over to the blade, slowly finding the foothold to raise the axe against the Ingvarr's tremendous strength. The second and the last sign that he needed to disengage was the arcane power flowing through the axe once again. The explosion that sent Sir Vier flying was now threatening to do the same for him. He was forced to let go of that axe and jumped back from the axe that was slamming towards his head. That axe did not make contact with the ground though. His opponent was smarter than that, as he stopped the axe as soon as the Ingvarr moved away from its movement path, turned around and trying to engage Fleuri instead, knowing that they were the pain dealer, but much less resilient to the Barukstaedian's advances.

This time though, Steffen was not stunned by the attack. His jump got him close to the nearby wall of the mausoleum, to which his hand pushed against with his full might for momentum to charge right back at the Barukstaedian once again. Continuous pressure, leaving him no room to breath. If he were to catch his opponent from behind, Steffen would immediately grapple him, one hand around the man's neck and the other reaching for his dagger strapped to his belt, aiming to accomplish what Fleuri could not earlier. Otherwise, he'd continue his barrage of both fist and knife-play, smelling blood in the wound that was dealt.

@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Aye @VitaVitaAR, thanks for the correction. As for magic, how about this?

Skill:

Irian is also adequately trained on anemo magic, mostly to be chanted into his equipment, increasing the power, range or piercing capabilities of his bow/arrow, or in some niche cases allowing him to bend the trajectory of his projectiles slightly, albeit it would need to be premeditated.

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Alright, I hope the backstory is ok. Let me know if there's any issues.

Irian

Name: Irian Sinewell
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:
Irian stands at an average 5'7 (175cm), with a reasonably yet decently well-built body. His blonde hair extends shoulder-length, to contrast with his green eyes. His attire is generally green as befitting his Wood Elf origin, but he has also incorporated purple as the other shade in his clothes.

Personality:
From the looks of it, Irian is quite a serious individual. Rather straightforward, duty driven and concentrated, he does not really engage in small talk with others, and is quite professional even when it comes to it, but if you were to try to go out of their way to strike up a conversation with him, he wouldn't mind it, but don't expect any lengthy talks. He's also a decently open person when it comes to knowledge, whether it is his fighting capabilities, his past, his roots as an Veltian elf, etc, as long as there are nothing taboo, or a person is coming to him in good honest faith, he's willing to reciprocate the feeling.

Irian is fueled by a desire to learn and understand the world around him, not out of an altruistic and abstract vision that 'Knowledge is power'. Knowledge IS power, but that power is used to survive close by to Ithillin. There is a concrete and material gain from absorbing knowledge about the world, and he's all for it. He is very observant and reads others well, and naturally he is quite good when it comes to politics and diplomacy.

Brief Backstory:
Irian was born in one of the few forest settlements by the Wood Elves lying somewhere in the Velt's eastern borders. As the middle sibling, as his parents grew older, Irian was given a lot of privilege when it comes to social standings. He was not groomed into being head of family, nor was he living in the shadows of any siblings. He was his own person, and that allowed him to pursue his career as a forest watcher as soon as he matured.

Being forest watchers, his role was to keep eyes on any unwanted visitors, whether that be Veltians or Ithilianes, or even other creatures who wandered their ways into the elve's sights. Being a distinct and integral position for an elf to be in, Irian was taught pretty much everything an elf was supposed to be taught: hunting, survival skills and archery. And he surely did prove himself to be both an accurate shot and a fast one, though it's not always both. While it was important work, the remote position of his settlement did make jobs quite simple for the first few years. However, that was about to change.

The brewing cold war between Velt and Ithillin were slowly creeping up to the elves, who were caught in between both sides. Border skirmishes became more common, and forest watchers like Irians found themselves in incredibly tenuous position of possibly starting conflicts between the elves and the kingdoms, which they stood no chance against, or between those two kingdoms with each other, which would still result in the elves getting roped in nonetheless. The tension could no longer be ignored when a particularly aggressive Ithillin patrols open fired on the forest watchers, which led to a firefight that lasted for hours between the soldiers. The superior archery and home terrain of the elves drove the Ithilianes back, but this victory would not mean much, as the elf leaders feared retaliations from the Ithilianes. Seeing that playing both sides in the conflict would lead the elves nowhere but misery and destruction, they decided to cooperate with the Veltian, who were friendlier to them to begin with. Irian, also having understood the current climate his city found themselves in, volunteered to join the Hraesleg Lions, a growing authority in the borderlands, hoping they would be willing to protect the elves if war breaks out.

Equipment:
Being a forest ranger, Irian possesses and is very familiar with his bow, in which he takes very rigorous care of to make sure his every shot still rings true. Aside from that, he is also equipped with a short sword for any melee combat situations. His relatively standard armor is received more recently due to his employment in the Hraesleg Lions, having a more all-rounded combat role rather than forest watchers.

Skills:
Irian is a highly skilled bow users, well-trained in elfen archery, with shots so accurate it could be measured with a gold coin. In need of a target disposed from afar, Irian is the right person for that task. Despite that, being more open to other forms of archery, Irian is also trained in a more high-speed, medium-ranged styled archery that seeks to loose as many arrows as possible onto the enemy. Irian is also adequately trained on anemo magic, mostly to be chanted into his equipment, increasing the power, range or piercing capabilities of his bow/arrow, or in some niche cases allowing him to bend the trajectory of his projectiles slightly, albeit it would need to be premeditated. He is also able to hold his own in melee, but don't expect any miracles from it.

Life in Gloomminster

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"Aight, see you around!" Ornager waved back casually as he savoured the rest of his drink. Once done, he took out his wallet and paid his drink, with a nice but modest tip for the nice waiter who was willing to accommodate him. Afterwards, he'd bring the two luggage with him back to the tricycle and headed out. @AriiBird

He wandered the area for a little while longer on his trike, enjoying the scenery and letting the wind caress his fur, before finally settling back to the bookstore where he also would be lodging at. He looked around for parking space but there wasn't one close by. It wasn't exactly convenient or nice of him to be asking the owner if he could keep the vehicle inside his dorm, but he couldn't leave it out in the open. Ultimately, Ornager decided to park the trike temporarily outside the door, leaving his luggage while he entered the store, or rather peek in from the door with a wave.

"Eyo! Is there a good parking space nearby for yee ol' me?"

@PerfectThought

Life in Gloomminster

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Ornager returned the hospitality with that same smile, one noticeably effective at getting people to loosen up. "Why thank you ladies. I just had a nice lil' exercise from outer town, eating my mornin' chestnuts. It's all good!" He said, appreciative of the comment. It wasn't uncommon to hear, but it's nice nonetheless.

The waiter delivered the water he ordered as the two girls went over to the counter. The beaver requested a straw with him due to his teeth blocking him from sipping water from the cup properly, to which the cafe worker happily provided. Ornager sucked on the straw from the corner of his mouth instead. Hearing both girls introduced themselves as university attendants nearby, his ears perked up. "Phynnia, Areya. Me big big pleasure to meet ya both. My name's Ornager from Pine Glen Grove." He said. "And university nearby eh. Ya don't say it's Gloomminster, do ya? Cause I'm headin' there too, learnin' some magic." If both the girls were to ask if he was staying at Bonnie's, he'd give a grin and a 'Ya gotcha' thumbs up, as he sipped more water from his cup.

@AriiBird

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment - On Hiatus

Then every timeskip is to a Wednesday lol

Life in Gloomminster

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The travel from his hometown and here was at least a few hours of biking, and thus he would need to already be up before sunrise. And Ornager would be up before sunrise, to the minute. He took his time taking a nice shower, grinding and cleaning his teeth, putting on the best set of orange plaid shirt, khaki pants and brown gilet that he set out the day before, double checking the suitcase he had prepared, along with a small treated wooden box on top of it, compact with mechanical tools that he could not live without. With a brief goodbye said to his parents, the large beaver slugged the two items he had out of the house and marched towards a tricycle, and indeed it is a tricycle. Sturdily handcrafted almost entirely out of wood except for the chains, tires and wires, with a large basket in front suitable for any bulky personal cargo he had, which would be the two baggage, along with a pump he just casually yanked from the back of the house. His parents already had a spare.

With it, the beaver embarked on his journey. It was quite long, but he was well-built for long journeys. As long as he had his bottle of water with him, a song to hum down the country road, time flew quite fast. Soon, Gloomminster came into sight, neared and finally engulfed the beaver as he strolled along the road, passing by the shops and houses. He saw the lodge he was supposed to stay in, but passed by that to head into a cafe parking lot instead. After making sure that his preciously built tricycle was securely fastened, he slugged his baggage out of the cargo basket and headed inside.

The door opened to a ring of a bell, and emerged a large furry silhouette, a large flat tail slightly skidding off the floor. His lips opened to reveal four long teeth in the middle, as he raised a finger to catch the attention of a cafe worker. "Fur' one please." He spoke, having quite a distinct accent. One cafe worker approached the beaver slightly nervously, which towered over the small lad, who asked if he shook his head, to which Ornager shook his head with a firm "Nai."

The cafe worker looked over it a bit and directed the beaver to sit down at a table nearby. He dragged the luggage over before plopping down on the seat, the tail tucked between his legs, seeing as the chair could not fit putting it behind him. "A gulp of water fur' me. Thank ya." He ordered from a waitress, before inclining back on his chair, having a look at everyone around him. There's a certain lot of personality around, of different kind. The beaver saw two elves sitting close by him. He did log the peculiarity of their physical appearances, as one had what looked like sews on her lips, and the other had eye-covers, but Ornager greeted them the same as he would any other. "Heyo, how's yur mornin' been?" He said, a friendly smile that let the two long upper teeth jutting out, looking a little goofy, as he waved at both of them with a two-fingered salute.

@AriiBird

Sky High Delivery Service!

All the while, a blonde haired man was taking a nap in the small corner of the dock, his head pillowed by his own bag of food, clothes, utensils and other essentials, desperately trying to recover from his sleepiness the previous night due to being kicked out of the park. Thanks a lot loitering laws! But to be fair, he was being a little petty with his money. Upon realizing the MILOV was arriving in Kallokain, Bactrie did not want to miss it, and so he quit his job and departed at the eve of the week and crossed the land, taking in all the traffic and potential hiccups along the way. But everything went a little bit too smoothly. The carriage driver that took him there seemed to have a sudden injection of hustling motivation or something, taking him right to his intended destination way sooner than expected. And thus he was sort of stuck in the city waiting for the airship for a night, which to him was a bit too short to worth an inn room, and so the bench it was. Somehow he didn't get found this time.

Bactrie gave out a long yawn before looking around for any time indications. It looked like it was probably about time. Hopefully he was sober enough for his new employment, not only to create good impressions, but also that he was hired probably because he was to help pilot the ship. There's no way a sleepy pilot is a good one.

The atmosphere of the docking bay was much busier than in the inner city, surprisingly enough. But it made sense. This was a window to the world, and the world is more interconnected than it used to be centuries ago, so people were just doing things that were natural. But naturally it dynamically partitioned the dock into pretty recognizable groups. Upon swinging around eavesdropping near each group made it clear why they were there, one in particular were two individuals sitting in a wagon nearby. One older gentleman and a goblin girl. He tried to not pay attention to their bantering, but upon hearing that she was getting up there, the blonde man turned around in curiosity.

"Hi there you two." Bactrie waved at them with a friendly smile. "Are you here for MILOV, may I ask?"

@Expendable

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment - On Hiatus

Alright posted. Also, realized halfway through writing my post that David reminds me of someone...

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Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment - On Hiatus

David Liang

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"It's alright, my...well I'm not exactly an exciting person either...forgetting what you saw." David tried to give a laugh as he consciously stumbled over which words he should say it, almost blurting out that he was a boring person as well, which could have some unpleasant implications, especially in front of Rowan. She was a pleasant person to be around with, despite having not interacted much with.

@Jumbus

Thankfully, the child they needed to escort was of the Hoar's family, and knowing their position among the town, and their role in the festival, it was not difficult to locate them out of the growing crowds that were attracted by. David followed Rowan to the point where the Hoar patriarch waved for her to come forward with Stig, at which point David simply enjoyed the comfortable position in the crowd to watch the performance. It is not the first time he had participated in this...ritual of sort, but he never got tired of the spectacles. The cane slam to unleash a dome of sky lanterns to create something that could easily be engraved in myths and legends, weaving with the
highways of stars above and below them. It was mesmerizing, just as much as the dance being performed on the raft by Freyja.

For a time, he felt his troubles and worries slowly exorcised from his body, as the cool chilly air blew on his face, the stars and moon illuminated him, the sound of the gone washing away the cobwebs. David's eyes closed as to bask in the moment, as the final gong sounded before everything quiet down...

It was not long before David realized that the tranquil had gone on for a bit too long. He opened his eyes again only to realize that the lanterns had frozen still. He looked around to see everyone also remained still, as if time had stopped. But the lake continued to waltz. It would have been just a weird anomaly, until Freyja's panic alerted David that it was not an illusion, not long before a column of water engulfed her whole.

A cacophony of trepidation mixed with a strange sense of curiosity surged within him. His first instinct was to immediately step back, but he couldn't. The lake surface had risen to his ankle, and around each were vortexes that sucked his feet firmly in place. As David struggled in vain to get out, he was forced to witness what was happening. It was not a horrifying experience that he expected, but a genuinely beautiful display of luminescence to the tune of a song. He could not determine where the voice was coming from, seemingly like it was all around him, if such a phenomena was even possible. It was in neither his second language nor his mother's tongue, yet he could understand it perfectly.

His last sight in the realm of the physical was a glimpse of an otherworldly place: a city on water, both upside down and downside up, shining in a momentarily calm water before it began to animate again with tendrils bearing down on the stone-bearing witnesses. One tendril immediately headed for David, as he raised both hands bracing for the force that knocked him out cold.

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By the time he was awake, he was no longer in the warm place he called home, but as the air rushed through his nostrils, a surge of life coursed through his veins...or what his veins equivalated to. Colours overwhelmed his sensors, him sluggish to register what he had never seen before in him, and also what had become of his body. As his chest laid flat in the shallow surface of the lake, it came to a shock that he could not hear his heartbeat anymore. Was he dead?

But he could still feel his limbs, to some extent. It was a weird sensation though, indescribable to his current state. As he opened his eyes and sat up above the water level, he saw the dizzying island that humbled an insignificant being like himself, before noticing what he had become. His clothes changed for certain, now he donned 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 was his body. His hand was covered in a weird amalgamation of treated wood, tin and metal. The wood covered most of his palms and fingers on the front side, while the tin covered the backside, along with the joints also made of metal. And were there springs beneath the tin layer he saw?

Beneath his hands were his reflection. David's face had also been covered in tin, his hair solidified, but thankfully the facial features still looked just like the original David. His right eye had turned sapphire blue, the iris turned into a four-pointed star. It did not seem to affect anything with his vision, as he was still seeing just normally, but it was still quite a change. He was not the only one as well, everybody else seemed to be scattered but within proximity of one another.

David finally was comfortable enough to stand up, the clanking sound of rudimentary mechanical work still rattled him a bit. Nearby was Freyja, who now also had antlers and furs. Odaya too, a weird combination of crows and humans. And in the distance were the familiar faces of his school friends.

As Freyja also awakened, the now robotic-like David gave her a helping hand up. Despite the impression that everybody was engulfed by the beastly water, not everybody was here. "Everybody alright?" He asked, his voice seemed to still be normal, though a lot clearer. "Who are we missing?"

@Fading Memory