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Mickilennial Updates:
- My father passed away in October 2025
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Feeling like I can finally write consistently again since I recovered from being sick. Hopefully next Batwoman issue soon. Thanks for your patience, guys.



It was warm in the City of Grayle.

The fifteen-year-old sighed as he stood, hands buried in his pockets as he looked all around him. Elidthianis Hawke had come from The Aerie, not the first of his visits to Grayle but of those he could count on one hand.

The journey had been one of duplicitous debate, and people continued to criticize him in many forums. The son of a marquess, and second-in-line to inherit, but also fated with the gifts of both aura and that of the Absolute, there had been a hefty weight attached to Eli’s ankle on what seemed like forever. It had only been six years since his hair turned white as snow and his powers revealed themselves at the worst time possible. If you asked him, those languishing six years felt like six hundred.

To be the Absolute and reject the Sages. To be the heir to the Marquess of the North and refuse responsibility. To be an Aura user and despise the idea of destiny. They were all unlikely and unpopular choices, but to have them all simultaneously? It was unheard of. That said, there had been one favorable decision Eli had made that those who looked down upon him with envy and shame to think positively of his future. He had wished to become a knight. As much as he didn’t think much of fate or destiny or even responsibility, Eli seemed to be walking the path of a would-be hero with the chagrin to defend the realm. In reality, Eli’s intentions were however less noble. The reason Eli wished to become a knight was not out of some devotion to Grayle or honorable devotion, it was merely a means to an end. The best fighters in Grayle were knights. The best masters of the weapon arts were knights. On top of that, being a knight would allow him the independence to do as he wanted instead of being bullied by the sages or his father’s court.

It would allow him to be himself.

“My name is Elidthianis Hawke. I am from The Aerie, of the Silvercrest Mountain Vale, second son of Gandimere Hawke and Rimillie Edenbridge, and I wish to become a knight.”

The words still echoed in his mind. The questions in applying himself were all a formality. While he would’ve liked his skill with a blade to determine his place among the knighthood, he knew that there was no possibility he would not become one. The prestige of his house on top of his role as this generation’s Absolute ascertained that he would be and it ascertained that people would try to manipulate him to their whims. He knew this clearly, despite his disinterest in book learning he was quite adept with people and understanding their intentions. He wasn’t an idiot or a fool, so he knew he would have to keep his wits sharpened and eyes open when deciding to move forward with his goals to master the blade and fight great fights.

Still, he was nervous and ridden with the anxiety of anticipation.

Most of all, he was smiling.
Just trying to get my headspace back in with Carol after the bumpy January I had. Still here, still intend to contribute.


The First Chapter! A New World?



“Not a problem at all.”

After moving upstairs Mako would find the three rooms all with the number they represented on each individual door. As someone who picked room three, it was naturally the room furthest in the back, away from the stairwell.

A singular bed, cabinet, and table would occupy the room inside with a curtained window sitting parallel to the door itself. Through the windowpane one could see the bulk of the small town, though as late it was getting making out much would prove to be difficult. In a world without electricity the only thing that illuminated was the glow of a lantern or the stars themselves. It would take getting used to, especially for someone who was used to the amenities of a city. The sights of Tokyo would forever be etched in memory. As she attempted to settle in for the night then came a voice out of nowhere, like a gunshot.

“You're still alive. That's good.”

Been watching The Eminence In Shadow and its delightful garbage. The jokes are genuinely funny and I'm glad I came across this shit.




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Physical Description
Lord Elidthianis Hawke bears the appearance of a high noble of Grayle… for the most part.

Standing at average height of a male of eastern Grayle for his age, Eli appears to look like a young man who represents his house and country to the best of his abilities. Notably, his once raven-black hair has faded into the color of snow. Those who knew him before the incident might not immediately recognize him due to this, but the same kind smile and determined blue eyes carry in his appearance.

Character Conceptualization
Elidthianis Hawke never asked for his lot in life.

But the cosmos had other plans from the very beginning. Born underneath a shooting star on one of the coldest nights in a unforgiving, harsh winter, the gods almost had announced themselves from the beginning what Eli’s life would entail.

His father, Gandimere Hawke, is the Marquess tasked with protecting the northernmost lands from threats of all kinds to the Kingdom of Grayle, no matter who they should be. They are the least powerful of the four Marquesses who run the Council of Lords underneath the Grand Duke. As the second son born through Gandimere’s marriage to Rimillie Edenbridge, Eli may not have been the heir to all things underneath the northern mountains of Grayle, but it would not take long for the fates to announce themselves to the realm on who he was supposed to be.

But before such an announcement came Eli’s youngest days were in the court of his family’s estate, a castle etched into the mountains known as The Aerie. It would be here that he witnessed his first duel between two knights over the hand of a beautiful young noblewoman. Perhaps it was the fantasy crafted through his young eyes, of seeing the spectacle of steel meeting steel, that drew him to the art of the sword. Perhaps it was his abject loneliness and the lack of his father's presence at home. Whichever the case, it began his earliest interest in the art of swordsmanship. His mother elected a tutor to mentor him in this art and eventually it came to be his passion.

That is, until the incident happened.

At nine-years-old, Eli had become competent enough with swordplay and his escapades of chasing girls his own age (and older) had come to be known. His family fatigued by his antics hoped that something could set him back on the path. However, during an assassination attempt on his family’s life in the summer of that year, something miraculous came to be and changed the entire perception of Eli as not only a Hawke but as a person in general. In the face of awful circumstances, Eli attempted to fight the assassins sent to take his and his family’s lives with not the skill or strength to do so. Realistically, the majority of the Hawke family should have died on that day. Instead, Eli wielded magic for the first time in his life and defeated the agents. Unfortunately, it did not save his mother’s life and the near death experience still rattles in his brain to this day.

When he awoke the once raven-haired noble found his hair as white as snow and his mother gone. The damage to the castle from his untrained magical abilities seemed irreparable and for the first time in some time his father came to his side. After they buried the dead it started a spiral of things for Eli, though suddenly the magnifying glass seemed to be upon him. Experts made certain he was an absolute and he maintained study in the martial arts. Friends came and went, Eli’s first real romances blossomed and wilted, and the pressure of society seemed to grow heavier by the minute. Only one thing remained as his solace: the art of the blade.

It would be this passion that would lead him to be where he feels he belongs.

To be a knight!

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  • Sheet acceptances now only have to wait 12 hours. I feel like sheets are less common this late in the game, and 48 hours just unnecessarily slows things down.
  • I'm temporarily putting a pause on the 14 days to post. I started the IC at what I understand is a turbulent time for most, with various holidays, family gatherings etcetera. I would ask that anyone who is yet to post (there's only a few of you) let me know if you're still interested. I'm aiming to start pulling at threads for the over-arching plot soon.

Yeah, I'm still here in the Marvel and DC games. Not writing for the entire time I was sick has thrown me out of my headspace so it's going to take some time to get back in rhythm. I've been reading everyone's posts in the meantime at the very least.
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