Delta44

World of Telduria [Reboot]

Claw and I are working on our first post, sorry for the delay everyone ^-^

Jigokuraku Academy

'They're not listening. At all.'
It looked like she was right. They weren't going to listen. No matter how reasonable it was to make a test judge individual skill, but also measure the worth of teamwork, it was either one way or the other, and it seemed as though she was the 'other'. Along with Turbines, apparently, even though if they had just listened to what she had said, she didn't even agree with him. No, it was either total cooperation or no cooperation, there was no middleground, there was no reason to assume both could be correct.
They had no idea how this test could be marked outside of the points gathered. As far as everyone knew, it could literally just be all about points.
'But nooooo, it's all about teamwork, about vital first impressions, even though they could literally test that another time. It's fine, they can do that. Imbeciles. Idiots. If even I can beat them, it goes to show just what kind of weaklings they are. Maybe I should just go ahead alone, then. Less people to worry about.'

She didn't even bother giving the others a proper response outside of an irritated "Ugh...", as she turned her back from the conversation as a whole. She'd had enough. She tried her best to try and get them to at least understand her point of view, but if nobody wanted to listen, then there was no point in any of it. It was actually a little tempting to play the bad guy, just to see if she could prove them wrong, but even with her quirk, Azukina didn't like the idea of facing a villain alone.
'Fine. It's fine. Whatever. Don't even think about them, Azuki. If they want to join forces to rescue civilians, and nobody sees the point in at least distracting the villains, you can't change their minds. Let them get destroyed as the villains slow down their progress. Then you can just take as many dolls as you want while the group suffers for their stupidity. It isn't stealing if you're helping the injured get to safety, after all. If they're going to take it like this, then I'll be happy to show them how stupid they really are.'

She returned to her sprinter's pose next to the blue boy, eyes staring directly ahead, like a predator ready to strike. If the others were all going after dummies together, then it would do her well to find some herself, and let the villains roam freely. "To Hell with all of you, then..." Yomodachi's spite was clear as day in her murmured tone, though only those close enough would be able to hear what she had said in the first place...

@1Charak2@Turboshitter@ShwiggityShwah

World of Telduria [Reboot]

Me and my friend have been looking for a good fantasy RP for a while, would you mind having 2 more players?

@Stitches

Jojo is actually right, as far as I'm aware; feel free to send us your characters whenever you're ready! :3

Jigokuraku Academy

Yomodachi hadn't really been paying much attention to the other kids, though perhaps if she had been, she could've saw what was about to happen coming. Maybe it was some kind of bad luck for coming off too analytical, but, in a way reminiscent of her mother, she got her 'punishment'. A subtle gasp and a wince of shock exited Azuki's mouth, after Kaito's hand made contact with a place she only recently discovered was attractive to the opposite sex. Thankfully her sprinter's pose held her in place, because there was a surprising amount of force behind his palm. Not only that, she felt some kind of... rush coming from where he had touched. It pulsed throughout her entire body like a shockwave, throwing all the stress and tiredness in her body to the wind.

"..."
It was odd. Part of her felt more confident in herself, yet another part felt like curling a fist and socking the young man in the face.

'Calm down, Azuki.' She thought to herself, trying not to let herself get too worked up. 'It was an accident made by an idiot. They're all idiots. Don't stoop to their level and get kicked out, no matter how tempting it is.'

She closed her eyes, and sighed deeply. The blush fell away from her cheeks, and she carefully readjusted her uniform, patting out her skirt. Thank the lord she decided on heated leggings this morning.
Crimson revealed itself, Black-n-White seemingly relaxed. He was playing the guitar, but why? He mentioned a buff, but why? Quirks could come in all sorts of different forms, but from what she understood, he had gifted her strength through music, like a bard from one of those so-called 'video games'. She had felt the rush shortly after contact, too, so while the butt touch was necessary, it might not necessarily be necessary.
Yomodachi couldn't help but groan and rub her temples for a moment. "I'm not angry, just disappointed." As she looked to him again she had a serious expression on her face, though didn't look completely pissed off. Just enough to know he wasn't getting away with that. "You're owing me for that, bard. You must be blessed, with so many reasons for me to not use you as my personal shield, but we'll discuss the specifics of your new debt later."

Turbine's yelling diverted the teen's attention, and earned him a furrowed brow, though she kept herself quiet. She was glad they agreed, though she didn't completely align with his point of view, that they couldn't at least cooperate. This was a competitive environment, yes, but with villains around it would be a whole lot tougher to go solo. Dealing with those that could oppose them was where they should team up, in her mind, and rescue operations could be accomplished on an individual level. If it meant more points overall, then teaming up to fight the villains wasn't a bad thing, at least in her mind. And while he didn't directly imply he viewed himself as a hero, the end of his rant did get an eyebrow raise. Again, Yomodachi said nothing.

The one with the glowing quirk, the voice of reason, was welcome to Azukina's ears. His opinion was needed amidst the chaos, and it had her support. "I agree completely, Sunlight. I haven't heard of a team exam, and don't see the logic behind taking one for our entrance exam. We need to show them our heroic spirit, and we can't do that together; individually we need to prove who here is the most capable! Otherwise the teachers wouldn't know which students require the most help." She nodded in agreement with what he had to say, flashing him a brief smile. She hadn't lost her confidence amidst the heated debate - she hadn't gone back on how she felt earlier, it would seem. "And yes, once this exam is over, I have every intention of being more approachable with my potential classmates. Until then, however, a rivalry must be established for the sake of fairness. We can compete and cooperate, so long as it is appropriate to do so."

It seemed to Yomodachi that the frustrations of not being right had put a toll on Haruishi, as she made her own declaration of protection. If it weren't for her height and thigh muscles suggesting some kind of physical quirk, the ice-user would've assumed her a boombox of sorts, who could manipulate their voice to rattle eardrums. It still wasn't out of the question, really, but the shouting match was just... annoying at this point. Thankfully, the Amazon lady let the matter drop there, as did Bluey, giving everyone a break from the madness. She, too, was thankful things were settling down, but alas, someone needed to speak up.
Although, it was quite unexpected as to who it was that made their opinions known.
Despite choosing to listen, part of her wished she hadn't. I mean, she could see where the redhead was coming from, but it just felt so... pointless. Why host an exam using dummies without anything to detect injury when they could make a separate exam specifically for dealing with civilians in an accident? But, she did admit, she was right about the villains and support heroes, at least in part.

"I'm not suggesting teamwork isn't an option. Admittedly, I did a poor job of voicing how I thought everything was supposed to go down. I think teamwork overall is bad for the test, but it will come in handy when it comes to the villains. If they were easy they would be dummies too -- targets, if you will -- and be worth a similar amount of points to civilian dummies. But I suspect they're animated because of the supposed difference in points they offer, maybe as people, maybe as robots, who knows?"

She cleared her throat, looking calmer than before. "But treating them 'nicely' is silly because this fog exists. If someone threw a dummy or injured it, how would the faculty tell? Maybe we'll see something once we get in there proper, but I didn't see any kind of sensor on the one thrown on the bus. Why would we be lied to if they want to take in decent students? If we're the only group, why mislead us in the first place? They can just as well teach heroic spirit as part of heroic classes - it's silly to make that a requirement for an entrance exam, because you're only hurting those who haven't learned the meaning of it yet."
There was a pause, her thoughts wavering but a moment, apprehension on her mind. She quickly shook it off.
Confidence was key.
"My father was quite like that: a youth who didn't understand what being a hero really entailed, what it meant to embody it. He was taught that. And he wouldn't have been if he wasn't accepted into hero school."

The cool air was welcoming to refresh her mental spirit. All the debating and chatting was pretty tiresome. She wasn't used to talking so much when she didn't expect it, though the many different faces around certainly exuded the air of a talkative lot. There was a draw to debate, even with complete strangers, about lots of things. Unfortunately it took time away from her power up, but the signal had yet to sound, even if Yomodachi felt it would be soon to come.
And being unprepared would be disadvantageous.
"I apologise if I come off as cold. I don't know anything about the exam except what we've been told, and I draw conclusions a lot. In the end, we could talk about this from dawn till dusk, but neither soloists nor teamworkers will change their stance. I still believe teamwork is needed for the villains, and pointless for the civilians, but if I'm wrong the results will speak for themselves at the end. Until then, I have every intention of showing my potential classmates just what kind of hero I aim to be, so if you're intrigued and can keep up, we can eliminate the threat of villains together, and show our personal strengths in how we rescue the defenceless! I will be the top student by the end of this entrance exam, and I dare each and every one of you to try and prove me otherwise by your own merit!"

Their time talking would be drawing to a close soon. The entrance exam for Jigokuraku was about to begin, and Azukina Yomodachi was going to show everyone just what being a hero meant to her.

@follycle@Stern Algorithm@Lugubrious@ShwiggityShwah@Zelosse

World of Telduria [Reboot]

@Jojo@Witcher Should still be accepting, feel free to make an app c:

Jigokuraku Academy

"Umm...",
was about all the reaction Azukina could give at the loud lady's, err, yelling? At least at first. It caught her by surprise, even though she knew she shouldn't have been, that this 'Haruishi' thought it best to team up. Even though others had voiced their opinions on the matter, they weren't quite loud enough to break her concentration like she did. It was even worse that she was grouped together with the other teams, worst of all someone else who thought they could take on villains in their own little group.
There would be only one villain-fighting group, as far as Yomodachi was concerned, and that group was hers.

"Just to be clear," chimed Black-n-White in a way that you just knew was about to start something. "The notion that we should all team up to pass is silly. Coordination and cooperation is fine, but heroes in the real world have their rank and pay based upon their individual skill, and team disparity is still very much a real thing. I'm not about to hand over free points to someone who hasn't earned it - this is a competitive exam, not a cooperative one. If they wanted that kind of exam, they would've given us a different one." She didn't turn around as she spoke, simply speaking aloud while waiting for whatever signal was about to come to start them off.
"The villains here, assuming they're animated, are a priority both because of their worth and how they can interrupt rescue operations. In the real world, in this environment, the danger doesn't come from the debris which has already fallen, but by the injustices that these villains can commit still standing. And you're right: heroes don't compete for points. They compete in other areas. However what's the point in having a test where the skill of each recipient can't be accurately measured? It's not like you can rank heroism out of ten; you either are or you aren't heroic, it's a checkbox, not a scale."

"Now, with that said..." She paused and took a look over her shoulder at all those standing behind her, a fierce look in her eyes, as though scanning the rest of the students. She wasn't pissed or anything, but certainly was driven.

"This test is about score. We know how to score points, and if I had to guess, there is criteria for losing points, too. Perhaps cooperation is one of them. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be wasting time dispatching villains or rescuing civilians by being 'careful' with the 'injured'. The villains I don't mind, but those dummies are how we'll be distinguished between, so sharing them means screwing with my own chances of winning. Just like the pros, we can be efficient without being slaves."

It was a bit of a speech, but if she didn't voice it right then and there she knew she'd be roped into following the whole 'save people together' idea, which wasn't how she wanted to work. After all, there could only be one Number One Hero.
And Azukina Yomodachi had every intention of taking that spot.
Number One Student would do for now.

Jigokuraku Academy

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To the Principal of Jigokuraku,

This is a letter of recommendation from Mayuri's Girls School for the Gifted, and we're hoping you'd consider taking in Ms. Yomodachi, the top student of Mayuri's. Now I'm going to be honest with you: this letter isn't quite up to standard, and neither is Ms. Yomodachi's test results. She was originally going to another school for a totally separate field, however she decided on becoming a hero and many of us up north have had to rush out her paperwork and testing to even get her to Kirisama, so I must apologise for her tardiness. However, we feel that all of that extra work would be well worth it if you accepted her as one of your first year students.

Ms. Yomodachi has been a student of Mayuri's throughout middle school, and has consistently shown diligence, strength of will, quirk competence, and a growing intelligence. She has been expected to perform at the highest standard, and manages to somehow outdo our expectations at every turn. I imagine being the daughter of Frostbite, one of Japan's former great heroes, too sets her up with high expectations, yet it would seem she's more than capable of delivering on them.
Her sense of duty and heroic charisma has helped rally classmates to try break their limits, alongside her own, and her understanding of what it means to "be a hero" is honestly quite impressive. Her sense of heroism outweighs some pro heroes', and her philosophical understanding of what makes a good hero means she won't be much trouble both in and out of class. She has a tendency to get along better with teachers than her fellow peers, though in spite of this, is by no means a troublemaker for her classmates.

Young Azuki has shown a high degree of aptitude for sports, both quirk-based and quirkless, winning multiple awards in several different categories. In terms of her quirk, her hair should tell you plenty, though for reasons I don't fully understand, she only uses half her power. That said, the snowstorm she creates isn't unlike her father's, and while not as powerful for the time being, she shows plenty of promise with her quirk. Ms. Yomodachi has also made great strides to become smarter during her time here, and while not the brightest in class, she has shown consistent improvement in her academic ability.

Students such as she are rare to a new school like Jigokuraku - usually new schools receive the brunt end of delinquent applications and never, as far as I'm aware, receive letters of recommendation. It would do us both well if you took in Ms. Yomodachi as one of your students - her application may be late, however I am sure that she will prove her worth during the entrance exam. If you have any questions about her application, or would like a detailed list of her accomplishments, I have sent an additional attachment with regards to contact information. Please send a message informing us of your choice.

Sincerely,
Principal Grace Mayuri

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"What Makes a Symbol of Peace? An In-Depth Analysis of All-Might's Embodiment of Heroism, and What Makes a Hero in the Eyes of Society," isn't quite the kind of book you'd expect to find a first-year student reading on their first day, especially if they happened to go to Jigokuraku, a school who had only opened its doors this very year. However, its applicants came from all walks of life, and Azukina was no different.
It must have been quite humorous to anyone who saw: the girl by the aisle absorbed in literature, and the boy next to her scowling at the world about him, blasting music into his earbuds. In spite of the distinct contrast in appearances, somehow they were sitting next to one-another. There were plenty of seats to go around -- students didn't necessarily need to sit next to one-another -- yet for one reason or another they were together, if a little quiet. The only real sounds that came from their direction was the music coming from Hiroki's earbuds, and Yomodachi's whispering voice, following along with her eyes as they scanned the page. Not really enough to be an annoyance to one-another, but both loud enough to not forget each-other's presence either.

"And so we must come to the conclusion that heroes are like kings," read the bookworm aloud, nodding to herself as though affirming her own previous beliefs; "in that they must embody the pinnacle of the human experience, and show drive and motivation to rally fans and strangers alike to their cause, as opposed to being slaves to the work of a hero. Few heroes can raise the kind of resolve, physical and mental strength, charisma, and relatability that comes with being the Number One Hero. All-Might, while not a perfect hero, could demonstrate all of these qualities during his time as Number One, which garnered him more popularity than any hero who has ever come before him. Because of this, All-Might remains this world's sole Symbol of Peace, and while a new Number One is always chosen, they lack the same presence as him because of these reasons."
Hero philosophy was something of a niche subject in the world, considering how the presence of heroes had only recently become a real thing. It took several generations of quirk evolution for those strong enough to resemble heroes for the government to recognize it as a profession, and even then, who actually read philosophy nowadays? Living in a world of superpowers meant asking difficult questions became a whole lot more difficult, and science was far and away the more popular answer to those questions.

As the end of a chapter came to a close, so too did Yomodachi's book, where it was quickly shuffled back into the backpack wedged between her legs. Too much reading on the bus would make a person sick, and she didn't feel like vomiting during her entrance exam if she could help it. The cold in the air was a comfort at the least, and while she had dressed warmly, both for the sake of her quirk and the weather itself, the sharpness of the cool on her skin and filling her lungs would be a godsend. The bus was much too warm, too stuffy, for her own liking. Outside was where she preferred to be right about now. She missed the morning chill of Aomori.

There were many different kinds of people riding alongside her. Those whose quirks expressed themselves she wasn't worried about -- turbines, horns, lighting --, it was the ones who looked normal she was most interested in seeing. You couldn't tell a thing about the kinds of power they had on the surface, though certainly at least one of them would have a transformation quirk. If anyone was an emitter, like she was, then that would really be surprising. Then again, it wasn't like emitters without visible quirks were that rare. She was one, after all.
Staring at people wasn't as interesting as she thought it to be, and neither was looking out the window. Boredom would've begun to be a problem if they had arrived any later, though thankfully, it was around this time that the bus pulled to a stop, and the door hissed open, as though trying to scare away the cold with hydraulic anger. Azukina was sure to shift her bag to the storage area above her seat before she lined up, thinking it best to move it out of the way for the person sitting next to her. The line was quick to funnel out of the bus, and while many appeared to dread the cold weather, Azuki was one of those strange few who enjoyed it, sighing comfortably. One might find it adorable how she tried to blow smoke like a dragon, though in the thick fog of Kirisama, it unfortunately didn't take shape.

Yomodachi listened intently as the... little girl began going through the instructions for the exam: save dummy civilians, capture villains, though the finer details of both tasks aren't going to be regulated. It made sense to keep the test simple, especially with it being in a competitive form, scoring with points. She had a basic idea of how scoring would be implemented, guessing maybe one hundred dummies worth one point, and five villains worth twenty, reaching a total of two hundred points. That could be easily divided among a class of 20, assuming that was what the size of their class was supposed to be, and would give plenty of incentive to those who could beat villains. Of course she could be entirely wrong, but it made logical sense, in her mind, to do things that way.
With their 'instructor' back on the bus, Azukina took to stretching, like the other few who had decided on the same. Her quirk and athleticism were almost built for this environment, particularly the villains, who she felt confident she could handle with her own abilities. Even scoring one would give her an advantage, but if she were lucky enough to get two...

She took her position at the front with the boy she had sat next to on the bus. Seemingly relaxed, Black-n-White entered a different sort of sprinter's pose, leaning forward and bending her foremost knee, though still standing upright. Though most of the background noise her classmates were making faded into the background, there was someone still on the bus who hadn't got off yet, which made her raise an eyebrow. It was too hard to see anything through the fog and fogged windows, though, so she could only assume the small person from before would do something about the remaining student. Her focus turned back to the scene ahead of her. She had to focus. No point in worrying about her prospective classmates. So long as they're not getting hurt, that is.

"It's all or nothing!" Exclaimed the teen, reciting her personal one-liner, a cocky look crossing her complexion. "If anyone wishes to help me deal with the villains, I'd be happy to split those we defeat between us! Though, I must warn you, my quirk could make it difficult for the less durable to use their own abilities effectively, so I wouldn't recommend just anyone coming along."

If done correctly, the villains could be dealt with before all the civilians are rescued, meaning more points. If she had a partner or two, the job could be finished sooner, splitting the workload between them, putting all of those involved at a distinct advantage.

At least, that was the theory, anyway.

Jigokuraku Academy

Azukina's from Aomori in the North. Her family is poor and so she will have to provide for herself. She would've only recently came to the city.

World of Telduria [Reboot]

MAIN CHARACTER

Retainer of Daemon Blood

❰ FEMALE ⟡ EARLY - MID 20s ⟡ DARK KNIGHT ❱

_{T I T L E S}

The Dark Knight of Kron-Nesis; The Strongest Knight in the Realm; Guardian of Princess Azymn.

_{R A C E}

Halfling; daemon-human.

_{T R A I N I N G}

Maryvale has received extensive training from the Grand Marshal of Kron-Nesis, both in the way of her sword as well as her darkflame magic powers. Though not a practitioner of darkflame himself, the Grand Marshal is a user of light magic, therefore perfectly countering Maryvale and allowing her to never go overboard. The Dark Knight has received this training much of her life and has since become a master of darkflame magic and her sword, Dark Vibrance.

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

Dark Vibrance

Maryvale's sword personally crafted for her by royal blacksmiths. It is made of a heavy black material found deep within the mountains of Kelnore, making it a very rare resource. This resource has incredibly high magic conductivity, allowing one to channel magic through the sword itself, as well as nullify magic which comes in contact with it. The added weight allows the blade to strike harder and cut deeper, however Maryvale needs to remain in top condition to use it effectively. Her fighting style revolves around its top-heavy blade, often slashing in an arc. The blade is said to be nearly indestructible.

◈ Dark Armour:
Maryvale's armour isn't as special as her blade: it's an alloy of the same dark material her blade uses and steel (mainly steel). While this slightly strengthens the armour, as well as gives it a slight tolerance to her body's exertion of magic, the extra weight makes her heavier, and ultimately slower. It also doesn't do much to stop incoming magical attacks. The helmet is always worn in public.

◈ Earrings:
Earrings which Maryvale never seems to remove. They're enchanted with a spell which changes her eye color to blue, as well as helps hide her daemon heritage. They're of simple design, made of silver surrounding a small gemstone in the middle, which changes from blue to red when she puts them on.

◈ Journal:
Maryvale's journal helps her keep track of locations, creatures, and memories. Not being particularly intelligent and often forgetful has lead to its prolonged use. It is simple by design with a worn, red leather cover with a large 'M' printed on the front. Most of the handwriting inside is atrocious.

_{S P E L L S K I L L S}

◈ Darkflame:
An incredibly powerful and violent magic, darkflame magic is virtually never found in humans. Even by daemon and demon standards, this blood-related magic is steeped in legend, said to be used by ancient demonic royals. Inherited from one of her parents, Maryvale yields this magic with a gifted potency. With the help of her sword she can use it to send waves of arcing purple fire at her enemies, scorching and charring any who get in the way, able to turn some to ash with enough intensity. However, the magic isn't without its drawbacks.
Darkflame causes physical harm to those who wield it. Unless you're a pure-blooded daemon, you will be hurt whenever you use it, and Maryvale is no exception. Her armour and half-blood ancestry help weaken this slightly, however the injuries are still notable, especially when she uses high-intensity magic. Like some magic it also drains her stamina with use, so she also tires while sustaining injury.

_{O T H E R S K I L L S}

◈ Perceptive:
The Dark Knight has a strong sixth sense. If something is up she will often feel that something is wrong, though won't be able to tell if someone has an arrow aimed at her back. She's oddly good at puzzles despite her lack of intelligence.

◈ Intimidation:
With so much infamy, it is only natural that Maryvale would need the intimidating skills to back that up, and she certainly does. She conveys much of that intimidation through her body language and tone, which she is something of a master of using. It has come in handy once or twice before.

_{W E A K N E S S E S}

◈ Forgetful:
For as great a combatant as The Dark Knight is, she is awfully inept out of combat. The first of the long list of failures is her inability to retain knowledge. This forgetfulness is pretty severe, and healers for the royal family suspect it is a form of amnesia. Some speculate it is due to injury, though others believe it could be due to her heritage. Regardless, her forgetfulness is so severe that if she didn't have her journal to remember things, she would be halfway to The Unknown North by now.

◈ Illiterate:
Maryvale cannot read or write very well. Though she speaks mostly alright, only fumbling with certain words, she has a complete lack of literacy skills, and is unable to complete tasks which require extensive reading or writing. Her tutor is non other than princess Azymn herself, however even she finds Maryvale's lack of reading and writing skills a challenge.

◈ Intelligence:
While not entirely stupid, Maryvale shows a fair bit of incompetence. She fails at understanding complex subjects and has a fairly simple mindset. Before she had her journal she would get lost constantly, and she relies heavily on other people when it comes to direction, social interaction, and strategy.

◈ Light and Ice:
The two hard-counters to Maryvale's otherwise unbeatable power are those skilled in ice and light magic. Light magic essentially nullifies her power completely, and skilled ice users can overcome the intense heat of darkflame and rid it when the ice melts. Though she has trained to fight opponents with these very magics, she is still at a disadvantage when facing an enemy using either or both of these magics.

_{A F F I L I A T I O N}

Kron-Nesis; Royal Family of Kron-Nesis; Princess Azymn; Grand Marshal Lenius.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Stoic and serious, Maryvale is a woman of few words. She has been raised since her youth to be obedient, to take orders, to be a soldier, and has found only recently a voice for herself. The Dark Knight has a fondness for animals, often enjoying their company over people, as well as gardening, surprisingly. She has an utmost respect for the princess which she serves under, and considerably less respect (though respect nonetheless) for the remainder of the royal family. She reveres the Grand Marshal of Kron-Nesis as a father-figure as well as a savior, for he was the one who brought her out of slavery and into the realm of kings.

She can be rather secretive, particularly about her identity outside of the royal family and those within the castle. She's passionately sympathetic for people, a trait she picked up from Azymn, and likes to assist those in need where possible. Despite this passion, she isn't a member of the Order of the Radiant Sun, largely due to her lack of faith in general. In combat, she's merciless, and will not hesitate to deal with threats that face the princess. Her incredible combat prowess has made her a threatening presence, even intimidating, and leaves many-a-wrongdoer on-edge when she's around.

_{H I S T O R Y}

Maryvale's story begins young. She has no memory of her parents, and no real memory of her childhood. She knows she was taken in by strangers, but was left in the streets to fend for herself. The city of Dou didn't take well to beggars, thieves and poor. Maryvale, being a mix of all three, was an outcast. She was caught by the city guard when she was seven, and made to serve for a week. She had nobody to fall back on after her arrest, if there was anyone before. She resigned herself to fate, giving up on life, starving in the backstreets of Dou. There was no God who could save her. No person willing to care.

No one... save the Grand Marshal of Kron-Nesis.
Fate had been kind to her the day they met. The Grand Marshal had lost his only daughter to illness months ago, a daughter so like his wife and unlike his two sons, who looked more like him. Maryvale had a striking resemblance to his deceased daughter. He couldn't help but feel as though he had been guided to her. It was only by chance that they had met, but it was a chance that turned Maryvale's life around completely.

She was thus named Maryvale, and became the daughter of Grand Marshal Lenius. While his sons held noble blood, Maryvale was not allowed to pursue the luxuries of nobility with her brothers. She had been adopted, after all. Not to mention the nobles of Kron-Nesis would never accept one of impure blood -- a halfling daemon child at that -- to become a noble, even if she had been adopted by the Grand Marshal himself. Therefore, the only true way to show her worth as noble blood would be to have her become a knight.
And bribe the Court Wizard of Kron-Nesis.
Once Maryvale had unlocked her magic potential, Lenius used this to win over the Court Wizard. She admitted herself to the Court Wizard's personal study on rare magic (along with a bit of gold) in exchange for earrings which changed her eye color from red to blue, and minimized (though not completely hid) her daemonic aura. The gold would help him keep quiet.

Now able to become a knight without being scrutinized, Maryvale worked hard in her early years. Despite the reluctance of the royal family, Maryvale proved her usefulness as a potential bodyguard and retainer. During those early teenage years she could defeat rookie members of the city guard and noble children of the same age as herself, not to mention she had held off assassins long enough to save the life of Princess Azymn.
It was another case of luck at play, placing Maryvale in the right place at the right time. Just when the princess was to meet with death, Maryvale had interrupted. She only managed to kill one of the assassins, and was severely injured in the fight, but lasted long enough for the guards to arrive and apprehend the remaining assassins. Practically at death's door herself, she was rushed to the closest temple.

Throughout her recovery, Azymn would visit, bringing with her flowers. The two would plant them, watch them grow, and then pass away. After awhile it began to upset Maryvale that the flowers would simply pass away. So, Azymn taught her gardening, and how to take care of her own, long-lasting flowers. For the remainder of her recovery, as well as afterward in the early hours of the morning, the two would practice gardening when they could. For some reason, Maryvale began to adopt traits from Azymn around this point, as though trying to imitate her. Their bond grew incredibly close during this time, to the point where Maryvale even admitted she was not human, however their positions made it hard for them to continue seeing one-another.

And then she was told by Lenius that they were having dinner with the king.
The Grand Marshal had planned around the princess and his daughter's relationship, taking advantage of it to help advance Maryvale's status and promote her further in the eyes of the royal family. It certainly surprised the king that Maryvale was the one who saved his daughter. That was a kindness which deserved at least some kind of reward.
And her reward was an opportunity.
She was set to keep up with unrealistic standards: Be the best knight in the kingdom in return for the position of royal retainer of princess Azymn. It was an impossible uphill battle, but not one that Maryvale would give in to easily. She continuously improved for years, dedicating almost her entire life to being the absolute best combatant in Kron-Nesis. Many with more experience knocked her down, beating her again and again. But Maryvale kept improving.

By her twentieth year, Maryvale is the strongest knight in Kron-Nesis - a feat which shocks even the Grand Marshal. Though certainly not the youngest to hold that title, she is the youngest (and one of the first) women to hold it. After several years of dedication to combat, Maryvale has finally become royal retainer to princess Azymn, her most trusted and closest friend.

Ever since, all Maryvale has done is continue to improve. While she has very little real-world combat experience, she has shown promise in the little bouts she has been a part of. Maryvale is content with her life of servitude, and eternally grateful to the princess as well as the Grand Marshal. She continues to be Azymn's retainer, and will protect the princess with her life.
However, it is rumored that the king isn't particularly fond of Maryvale, and is being encouraged by the nobility of Kron-Nesis to get rid of her.

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@Terminal I wouldn't be surprised, considering the infamy the two have. I assume Maryvale certainly would've heard of her, and perhaps Andromache might've heard of a new strongest knight wielding an unholy magic. If you're OK with it I don't mind the two knowing one-another in passing, especially since Maryvale practically grew up in the same environment c: