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Kerenza Edelwane

Duchess of Tarconis | Member of the Council of Ten | Leader of the Lorelettonne Knights
22 / Female / Human / Verdigris


History
Patience was the first virtue that Kerenza Edelwane learned. As the young mistress of the grandest Duchy in Verdigris, Tarconis, her parents told her of stories passed down from generation to generation, of a Verdigris that once stood on its own, unbowed to demonic might of Baelwill, and of the prophecy that had been foretold centuries ago. Each story painted a more beautiful image of Verdigris in her mind, and every night, she went to bed, dreaming of the day the tyrant nation would fall. But her own parents sought that same dream, as with her ancestors before her, and she knew that what she had to do wasn’t slay Baelwill, but to continually sharpen the fangs of those who lived at the base of Lorelettonne, so that when the gates to the Empire did open, they were ready.

She did not expect for the incarnation of death, Baelwill’s Star, to explode on her fourtheeth birthday, the magical nova banishing the night.

She did not expect the immortality of the Baelwill knights to be stripped away when an assassin took the life of their divine priestess.

She did not expect the door to the Empire would be opened in her lifespan, not when she spent so much of her early years studying how to become a great Duchess instead of a great warrior.

Two days after the priestess was slain, her parents marched off with the main force of the Lorelettonne Knights, seeking to rightfully end the tyrant nation along with other eager Knight Orders within Verdigris.

They returned to their homeland all but wiped out. The capital defense system was still online, and, despite their efforts and generations of preparation, the army-decimating magics of the Baelwill elite still ensured that not a single foot was laid upon the capital. In what should have been the entire world's celebration, Kerenza found herself an orphan instead, her parents being some of the first to be vaporized by the golden light that spilled from a single knight’s sword.

She allowed herself to mourn for a month. She allowed herself to sulk for two months. She allowed herself to reflect for three months.

And when the sixth month had passed, Kerenza got to work. She trained more diligently than ever. She spent entire days discussing the future of the duchy with her advisors. She overlooked the recruitment and training of the Lorelettonne Knights. She poured in effort fanatically, her hatred towards Baelwill now put onto a personal scale, and the years flew by.

Kerenza grew up, maturing into the silver-haired Duchess of Tarconis, with eyes of moonlight and a sword of spirits. Though her martial ability was lacking, her friends, her knights, her fallen brethren all stood behind her, supporting her rise into prominence.

The gates to the Empire may still be closed, but it mattered not. The path had been paved by her parents, and, if nothing else, Kerenza was patient.

Skills and Abilities:
Presence of a Noble
Kerenza is beautiful, enough to captivate the eyes of others wherever she appears. She is intelligent, sharp-minded after rigorously applying herself to her studies as a child. Kerenza is influential, her position as Duchess of Tarconis giving her the unwanted boon of receiving letters from countless suitors wishing to become part of the Edelwane household. All this gives her the aura of a blue-blooded noble, one that demands the servitude of others merely by being in their presence.

Knight of Arms
Through her personal training, Kerenza has attained aptitude with every standard weapon within the Verdigris military, from swords to axes to polearms to bows to hand-to-hand. Though she is not prodigiously overpowered in any particular area, she can hold her own with anything, and her ability to understand and exploit the strengths and weaknesses of any weapons has allowed her to overcome more skilled opponents time and time again.

Honor to the Nameless
Verdigrisian magic stems from ancestor worship, in which knights embody the legends that their ancestors had claim to, granting them the ability to perform what could only be considered miracles. Kerenza, however, is not merely a knight. She is the Duchess of Tarconis, the domain that lays claim over the highest mountain on Yismel, and her bloodline stretches across centuries, each individual having some reason for fame. She could have worshipped any of them, and obtained some semblance of god-like power.

But instead, Kerenza paid tribute to millions of nameless knights that fought to protect the sanctity of her lands, granting them immortality through remembrance. Spectral knights from ages past rise out from the lands, pledging their loyalty to her and striking down those that choose to oppose her. They share their strength and knowledge with her, and though each, individually, pale in comparison to the heroic legends, they are more than a match when gathered all together.

Her nameless knights can become her weapons, her strength, her army, and with them at her side, Kerenza knows that she never truly has to fight alone.
Bitch please. Horizon was basically just a RP about muh knight-grill fetish.
Thar. Gonna be going knight grill again.
Uwahh, all these people with their overflowing individuality and their overbearing auras of power simply made Naoko want to drink more and more. Downing flutes of bubbly champagne like an alcoholic, she barely registered the stinging of alcohol, instead just trying to stop herself from staring at the little, doll-like girl that was attended by quite a handsome butler. Pity formed on her face for just an instant, at how she must have never had a childhood growing up, before the red-eyed Einherjar slapped her reddening cheeks. The little miss looked like the proud, noble type. Such a gaze would just get her pissed, wouldn’t it? Wheeling behind the tower of wine bottles, Naoko gazed from inbetween the gaps, and let out a sigh of relief. The little miss was leaving normally, not noticing her furtive glances. Thank the gods for that.

Before she could get too comfortable, however, another proud noble type started talking, unabashedly disrupting the conversations of everyone else. If the little miss had been the cold, proud type, the blond gentleman must definitely be the arrogant, flamboyant type. With hair slicked back to reveal his receding hairline, and a smirk that looked like it belonged to some low-level teenage delinquent, Naoko hid once more, this time cringing in embarrassment. It was the 21st century! Weren’t American rappers the only ones who were so idiotically audacious now?

“Ugh. This is actually pretty painful to watch…”

Naoko stopped. She clutched her mouth. She felt her cheeks. She looked at the blond aristo-punk. Then, she awkwardly smiled, turned away, and began to speedwalk out of the room.

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasedon’tchase…
“Everybody is a winner.”

Pressed in the corner of the great hall in an attempt to make herself as unnoticeable as possible, Naoko could only inwardly groan at that singular line that passed out from the Voice of Change’s mouth. Wasn’t that just unreasonable? Everyone is a winner? Hell no, out of all the people here, she was probably the only Einherjar that got caught up in this bloody mess by accident. Stroking her ring nervously, she turned from one individual to the next, and died a little more on the inside. Uwah, all these highly individualized people. Pink-haired aristocrats swishing glasses of wine. Shameless dudes dressed up in ninja garb. A whole array of weirdos stalking about, eating free food and drinking free wine.

Ah, this suckssssss.

No doubt they were all doing things like scouting out the competition or putting up insidious magical trackers or whatever else they did. That guy with the weird eyes especially creeped her out and she instinctively shied away behind a tower of sparkling champagne as his gaze swept the room. A few others, after receiving the ring, went after the Voice of Change, no doubt interested in getting even more goodies, but Naoko? She stayed put, made sure that her train pass was still in her pockets, and poured herself a tall glass of liquor. The clear liquid had a sharp smell, and she took a large gulp without hesitation.

It burned the insides of her mouth and throat, spirits sledgehammering all the troublesome thoughts and worries out of her head. Leaning against the curtains, Naoko’s red eyes traced up at the twinkling chandeliers. How pretty. Ephemeral. Transient.

Like cut flowers, wilting once the vase dries out.

And like a girl stood up on her date for prom night, Naoko let out a long sigh.

“Ah, this suckssssssssss.”


"Sorry, just give me a bit to sulk, ok?"
Naoko Bushiro

5'6 | 20 Years Old



Personality: Warm and vivacious, Naoko Bushiro is a twenty-year old woman who likes to care for flowers and thinks that water is just as delicious as pop if you work hard before drinking it. Though she sometimes gets moody if things get too difficult, she’s a reliable individual who always manages to grin and bear it before she stumbles and crumbles. After all, she’s young, she’s got a job, and there’s no way in hell she’s going to let something like a battle to the death between mages stop her from fulfilling her dream of travelling all around the world. For Naoko, it isn’t a battle to grant her wish. It’s a battle to stay alive until she can give up.

Brief History: The Bushiro family didn’t really want to get involved to begin with. Ragnarok was too heavy of a weight to put on a clan of mages as insignificant as themselves, after all. But, regardless of whether or not the family wanted to, the talent that Naoko had as a magician couldn’t be ignored. As a precocious child, she had mastered the basics by the time she was seven years old, and when she was ten, her skills caught the eyes of a more influential clan within Japan. They were having difficulty finding a suitable heir, and once the existence of an insignificant family with a significant daughter was made known, Naoko found herself engaged to their son by the age of 13.

That sorta sucked. As a matter of fact, she really didn’t like that. She didn’t like that so much that, while puberty was still making her do stupid things, a particularly melodramatic Naoko made the painfully retarded decision of finding a foggy old Einherjar, asking him for his Seed, and then eating that thing at his deathbed. Death or freedom, that’s what Naoko thought.

Turned out she just got lucky, and didn’t just die horrifically. Also turned out that she became superhuman. And, as a result, she could just tell all of them to fuck off, because Naoko could live her own life now, being the physically overpowering, near-immortal existence she was. She graduated from high school with flying colors, got an internship at some foreign place, and soon, Naoko was on the highway to a successful, international life.

Then she got drunk one night and found out the next morning that she signed a magical contract to fight for a certain family during Ragnarok, which just so happened to be occurring in the town she lived in.

And it also turned out that the company she got an internship from didn’t actually exist.

Fuck.

Magic: For Naoko, the basics are the best…and are also the only ones she really learned, because after becoming an Einherjar, she sorta didn’t care any more about magical training. After all, she didn’t die even if a truck hit her, and she could run faster than Usain Bolt, so really, there was no REAL point in learning super fancy spells. For that reason, this silver-haired girl just wears a ring, with dozens of simple spells inscribed on the inside. That silver ring is her spellbook, containing magic arrows, barriers, physical enhancement, and her personal favorite, FIRE BOLTUUU.

Yggdrasil Seed: Naoko’s Yggdrasil Seed manifested itself in a literally unbreakable cane that can be used both for whacking baddies in the head and for looking fashionable in the bloody British place that is New Sealand. Simple is best, after all.

Waowzers, after five days of radio silence, I certainly didn't see that coming.

Accepted. Always nice to have desperate characters~ Note that, as far as the town is, Kirisama is pretty small. If she served jailtime and got a bad rep, assume that pretty much everyone has heard about it.

Also, if you know anyone else who may be interested, please point them here~

EDIT: Actually, how did you even find this, when it was buried underneath five days of threads? XD
Man, I should be getting royalties for that opening. Been used so much now. XD
Yah, that was an error. Fixed it now.
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