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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Shanil was fairly sure she had bumped into someone who had once been a mercenary but she wasn't really sure. The elf had taken only a limited amount of time to learn the names and histories of her fellow knights. The few she had learned were those at the command level and that annoyance Cecilia. Her hand went to the hilt of her sword as she prepared for anything. Especially when their leader ran off to inspect what might as well be a dead man.

Of course, it would be expected for a bunch of men to jump out of the trees for such obvious bait. It didn't even take their commander saying, "To Arms!" for Shanil to rush forward. Her magically enhanced strength pushing her forward as she freed her greatsword from the confines of it's specially created sheath that she could free by magic. "Release." Her first word in quite some time was spoken followed by an audible click. The woman swung the blade free of it's prison and brought it to rest on her shoulder.

As she charged forward towards the first of her targets. A bandit wielding an axe and shield. As she was about in full melee with him, a three more bandits had dropped from the trees around her. It wasn't a problem of course. It saved her the trouble of going to them. She gripped her sword with both hands and swung it at the shielded bandit. He was not fully prepared to be blown off his feet by a elven woman perhaps as he was knocked back some feet and landed on his ass disorientated. She let the weapons momentum follow through as she spun on her heel towards the next enemy and released the weapon with her dominant hand, merely holding on with her right. Her non-dominant hand rotated its hold on the swords grip and pulled it closer to her so she could make another two handed hold to bring the blade down on her next opponent's head. Whether it be hubris or something else, he failed to move and attempted a block with his weapon but it was not enough and was crushed under the blade.

The elven knight then turned to the other two that had been in shock of what they had just witnessed. These two absolutely knew that there would be no blocking and that they would rather try to dodge. Shanil took a swing at one who took a big jump back to escape the slash and the other moved in to attack from her side by bringing an axe down on her head. Shanil caught this attack coming from the corner of her eye. She reacted quicker than the man might have thought she could and brought her weapon up to block the blow. The first bandit with the shield started to regain his bearings so Shanil gave a small sigh. "Tendrils of shadow, rise from the earth, bind my enemies."

A small chant but it had more than enough of an effect. The two bandits next to her would feel that they couldn't move their feet from where they stood. A small hint of fear was noticeable in their eyes. It was easy enough to end the two with one slash of her sword. There was only one more left. Shanil roughly kicked him flat on his back and hefted her sword up high pointing down at his chest. Before baring it down.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

"She is though, isn't she?" Vammy said, slightly miffed. "And there's someone right here I can take it out on." The demon continued, smirking. "This isn't the best I can do. But it's what I want to do." Vammy mentioned before making sure their captive was face down. Just so the soles of her feet were facing up toward her. Now, perfectly for what she had planed, her nails were fairly long. "Now, you were fairly ticklish earlier when you were still out of it. I wonder what you're like now~" The demon's fingers lingered down and eventually landed on the bottom of their captive's feet. Then she started to wiggle them, lightly tickling her with an evil smile on her face.

"This is the unfun way~ I'd absolutely hate to touch you in the fun way." Vammy teased, looking towards certain body parts. Particularly, a part that her hand quite easily could reach... In fact, one quickly went there and gave it a nice smack. After all, it was right there in the open. "Hehehe~" The pervert giggled after smacking the dark skinned prisoner's bottom. She was happy to fully redouble her efforts after that into her tickling. Realistically, she was happy if she managed to get the woman to be unable to talk because of laughter.

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

"Lure her out, break into her place and rob her blind! Ahh, when I say rob her, I merely talk about the children of course. I don't endorse actual steal. That's not something good... Unless it's cookies from a spider so you can incinerate them." Shina said as she stood there, wondering what to do with herself. "Anyhow, we just need to break into Schrodinger's Closed Space and see if there are children to free." The Tanuki broke it down into terms she thought she understood at least. "Hope they're still alive."

She seemed a little non-commital, almost like she didn't care, though it was more along the lines of she thought they would be fine. Most likely. She didn't really seem to have much to do in the current operation so she was mostly just twiddling her thumbs. Perhaps out of boredom, or because she was the only one who seemed receptive of the tea idea... The Tanuki snuck up next to Homura and wrapped an arm around the shoulder of the Youkai Hunter. "So, want tea? I can order one of my idi-- I mean, assistants to bring some." There didn't seem to be too much of a ulterior motive but, really, could one trust a Tanuki. With her arm still around her new friend's shoulder, she spoke up toward Tomoko. "So, what do you need a beautiful Tanuki like me to do?"

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Well, the troop was here now. Luna had handpicked some of the soldiers that she knew were competent, in fact, a couple of them were there the day she had met the Queen for the first time and that was a hellish day to be sure. But she picked them because she could trust them to clean up in a worst case scenario. She had already discussed their role with them in this. While it might not be the most honorable job, it was the one she had left the them.

She took a breath and took her steps forward. She needed to start this assault according to plan. This isn't the most dangerous thing she had done. No. With confidence she moved forward, sword at her side and shield at hand. As she came into sight of those on the palisades, she held a spear of light in her hand and threw it hard, aiming as she could past the gate. Though it didn't matter too much. There was more than enough time for her allies to position themselves. All Lady Lightsword needed to do was make an announcement. And she had no better way to do so than with that spear. As it eventually embedded itself and stopped it's movement, Luna caused it to explode into a bright and disorientating light. If one were outside, it would be hard to miss.

"Come fight me, bandit wretches! If you thought a full force of soldiers were needed to rid this land of your kind, you have thought wrong!" Luna said, beckoning them all to her. She reached to her sword and freed it from the confines of its sheath all whilst applying her light coating magic to it. "Come, I challenge each and every one of you to come win a battle you cannot!" There was a dread sense of confidence to the knight as she stood, ready for the arrows and foot soldiers to come charging.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Akyasha had walked into a trap of sorts. She recognized the corpse as dressed as a sort of doctor, one could say but she did not recognize thr creature that had wrapped it's unholy mitts on her. It squeezed her tightly so she couldnt escape before her vision faded and she came to wake somewhere. The cleric wasnt sure where though. It was familiar but alien.

The vampire had further questions as she was being pelted with words from a woman in similar garb as the corpse. She introduced heraelf as Est and even helped Akyasha to her feet, though her head was spinning as she tried to comprehend what exactly she had seen before. She put that thought to the back of her head for the moment.

"Greetings, Miss Est." The vampire said, looking at the woman as she continued to introduce herself. I am Akyasha, Devoted Servant of the Goddess Ichor. Though, I suppose you've deduced as such. Please call me Akyasha."

Akyasha looked around the cathedral and, specifically the rats before her. A light smiled turned into a light frown as she pondered her current situation. Several thoughts ran through her head but she decided to reserve judgement. "Apologies for my delayed response. I believe I've merely been attempting to comprehend my situation and my stark lack of blood has been clouding my judgement a small amount."

Akyasha looked around her surroundings a bit more, focusing on the bright light for some seconds before facing Est again. "I must say, I hardly believe I'm still in Alavaris. After all, it's much too bright to belong to the home of my kind. Rather, it feels like I've been spirited away by some mischievous rat that clings to ladies far too tightly." The Vampire said with a small smile crossing her lips as if she were talking about an adorable child. "Would you perhaps know of how I've come to be here, Miss Est?"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

As far as her allies were concerned, there was a quiet intensity exuding from Shanil's person. Anyone could notice fairly easily the elf's reaction as her understanding of their targets changed from bandits to veteran rebels. All anyone really knew about the woman's past is that she was heavily engaged with the elimination of rebel forces before the official end and after the end of the war and that if she had a cheerful personality at any point, it was long gone by now.

Her biggest regret since learning from her teacher, was that she wasn't able to end the life of the rebellion's leader herself. Still, it was a small consolation that even five years after that dreadful conflict, she was able to cleanse the world of such filth yet again. Regardless, they were closing in on their target. If there were less of their adversaries, she'd ask to slip in under the cover of darkness and personally end every enemy, though she of course knew this wasn't quite as feasible as she would like to think it were. Most of the times during the war that she took action was while the armies fought each other. Silencing a commander here or there. Making a patrol go missing. Realistically though, she was only the muscle of the duo. Her master had planned everything meticulously and she needed only trust his words.

Things were vastly different now. Though he had never mentioned anything specific about the Order he had once belong to, he was an old and wise man. If she didn't know better, Shanil'd have thought him to be the leader of his Order back in the day before it all came crumbling down. Now, however, in her service to the Iron Rose, she was lead by an unproven youth even by human standards. She knew of the tradition of the order, however, it felt all too odd to her. Perhaps it was her upbringing in elven society that gave her a different common sense but she had pondered for a time how could one as young as Fanilly truly lead a Knightage. Time would tell, at least. The plan for the day was simple enough to work.

"It won't be much longer that we will need to proceed on-foot." Fanilly mentioned. It wasn't much longer before the force was dismounting from their horses. She moved forward, steering clear of that annoyance of a girl, Cecilia. In her attempt to distance from Cecilia, Shanil accidently bumped into someone's shoulder. She took a look to make sure whoever it was didn't fall over, but after making sure they were fine Shanil just kept moving.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Vammy was whistling a nice little tune as she was tying the woman up. When Lazhira walked in and mentioned something about the "torture" she was doing not being good, Vammy just looked at her housemate as she kept tying the prisoner up. "I'm just tying her up again because she somehow managed to get her hands on some cutting tools. No need to worry. The mutt knocked the wind out of her sails. I think that's the definition of 'good boy' right?" The demon mentioned happily as she finished up. "Anyhow, I think our friend here is back to her own person now. I can see her face now. Honestly, kinda cute. Delicious looking even." The demon licked her lips. "Anyhow, how did you want to score this? First to make her spill the beans wins and the other has be a servant for the rest of the day? You sure~ you don't mind listening to one of my requests~?" The demon teased, trying to make the other falter a small bit.

"Hey, wanna talk about that cult you were with before we force you to talk? Course, you might actually want me to touch you all over~" The demon teased their captive audience a small bit, hoping she'd score an easy win. "I don't bite, much. You might even like it." Vammy had to lick her lips at the thoughts of this dark-skinned beauty in front of her.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Luna thought on it and studied the map herself. "I agree with you here, Your Highness. With the gate destroyed we have an excellent place to assault. A perfect plan here for me... We take a few men to watch the gates whilst we assault to ensure none escape. First, I announce myself and get their attention at the destroyed gate. So long as that Fomorian doesn't show up again I'll be more than capable to fight. Fio, you stay out of sight and up high above if you can manage. Once enough of the enemies show their faces, I trust you know what to do. Niall, since you are able to overcome the walls easily, you wait until I start and drag their attention away and then you start to clean up from the other gate. Her Majesty has humbly requested that there be no survivors and I intend to show no mercy." The Knightess of Lightsword said, her face looking stern.

She made a soft sigh. "Of course, Niall, Fio... Should you have any objections or additions, I would very much like to hear them. We are equals after all, and I would love any input." Luna gave a small smile at the two.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Dark Knight Elf

Name: Shanil Haddly
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Race: High Elf
Appearance: Shanil looks much as you might expect a young elven woman. Lithe, pretty with a certain look about her. That said, she has a rather dour look about her at most times. The look of a woman that had all but given up on life at some point. The armor she wears at most times doesn’t help change that opinion most would have about her.
Personality: Shanil had come close to ending her own life on a number of occasions in the past and while she has moved past that point, she hasn’t given up on looking like the worst days of her life were but minutes ago. She can’t help but worry about others dying in front of her, or perhaps it would be more proper to say she’s more worried about those that she may come to care for being put to the sword.

To those she meets, however, she comes off as rough and unfriendly as Shanil doesn’t seem to care if she’s rude or not. If one can manage to get past the rude attitude at first, they’ll find that she seems to care greatly for those close to her though she tries her best to convince herself that she doesn’t. They’ll also find that she has a soft spot for children.

Her ultimate goal is the destruction of every last person involved with Anzel Cazt’s rebellion.
Brief Backstory: Shanil was once from beyond the Veil. Her past is something she has only ever elaborated on to one person other than the fact that she was banished for some reason. At the age of twenty, she made her way into Thaln and took to using her skills with the sword and magic to be a bodyguard-for-hire for merchant caravans. Soon enough, she fell into line with one certain family that she took a shine to, the Haddlys.

They were a nice family of four people. A mother, father, young adult son and teenage daughter. Over time, she grew closer to the family, she also grew closer to the son and the two fell in love. They got married and continued to run the family business with the mother and father as the daughter also fell in love with someone and got married.

It took time, but they managed to have a child together. And some years later, a second. They were happy and content to run the business and travel… Until five or so years ago. While they were on a trip delivering wheat and iron. A rather routine sort of business. They had a number of guards hired and Shanil felt safe enough to go hunt for their dinner. After taking a time to hunt, she returned to an awful sight. No one was in sight nor were the horses. She hid in the bushes in case there was something dangerous and she caught sight of movement behind one of the carriages. There was a man moving…. Something. That something turned out to be the body of one of the guards.There was another man rustling in the carriage. It was a long, hard fought battle as she instantly dispatched one and fought two more.

She killed the men and noticed something missing. Her family. She followed where the man took the guard’s body and found them. She shrieked, unable to look straight at what she had seen. Distressed, panicked but above all she felt sorrow.

After some time, she finally calmed herself enough. She couldn’t just leave them here so she took a shovel and dug them all graves, marking a path from the road so she could find them again later. Before burying her husband, she took a necklace from his neck. A present she had bought for him just after her wedding.

After saying her goodbyes, she returned to the caravan and searched the bodies for anything. They didn’t quite seem like bandits and they didn’t fight like it. They seemed a bit like soldiers, if she had to guess but had little information on it. She found a note on them mentioning that supplies were needed and “Lord Cazt”. She wasn’t sure what that meant so she pocketed that and gathered up supplies for the road. With the horses gone, she’d have to walk to town and forsake the goods. She had to survive where her family did not.

On the road, she stopped for the night on the third day of travel by foot when a man in distressing dark armor with skeleton motifs introduced himself as “Terian”, a traveling knight. Skeptical at first, she felt she had nothing to lose, even if the man were to kill her in her sleep so she offered him to sit with her and rest. He asked why she was by herself, so she answered truthfully. At the end, they sat in silence for some time before the knight spoke up. He offered her to join him on his travels. To train in the ways of his Knightage, one which had been basically a secret order of sorts that was all but gone at this point.

With nothing else to her name, she accepted. She had nowhere to go except with her sister-in-law and she didn’t know if she could manage to discuss it with her. Together, her and her new teacher headed off to the city where he formally introduced himself as Reikard. In town, they learned that there was a rebellion fully brewing and Sharil was finally able to put two and two together. Lord Cazt needed supplies for a rebellion so he ransacked merchant convoys. With anger and purpose in her step, she and Reikard moved towards the future as the made guerilla attacks against the rebels where they could.

Eventually, the war was over and Reikard decided it was time for him to retire and he gifted his equipment to his disciple. And from that point, Sharil moved on her own, hunting down rebels that somehow managed to avoid the long arm of the law to feel some purpose in her life.

Equipment: Sharil’s equipment is the very same as that of her teacher. Dark metal with skull and skeleton motifs adorn the armor and her greatsword is fairly ornate though nothing else truly makes it special.

Skills: Her greatest strength is truly her magic. With control over Shadow and Frost Magics, it gives her a great number of things she can do. The first thing to mention is her ice magic because it’s the most simple really. Creating ice, using cold blasts and other things of the sort. Her Shadow magic on the other hand is a bit more special. It’s the magic she learned from her master and he taught her many things to do with it. The first thing she can do is use the shadows inside her armor to magically strengthen herself by using her own shadow to control her body like a puppet of sorts. In addition she can form shadows to use as offensive projectiles, binding a target with her own shadow among other things.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Here she is. I think the sheet is correct now.

Dark Knight Elf

Name: Shanil Haddly
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Race: High Elf
Appearance: Shanil looks much as you might expect a young elven woman. Lithe, pretty with a certain look about her. That said, she has a rather dour look about her at most times. The look of a woman that had all but given up on life at some point. The armor she wears at most times doesn’t help change that opinion most would have about her.
Personality: Shanil had come close to ending her own life on a number of occasions in the past and while she has moved past that point, she hasn’t given up on looking like the worst days of her life were but minutes ago. She can’t help but worry about others dying in front of her, or perhaps it would be more proper to say she’s more worried about those that she may come to care for being put to the sword.

To those she meets, however, she comes off as rough and unfriendly as Shanil doesn’t seem to care if she’s rude or not. If one can manage to get past the rude attitude at first, they’ll find that she seems to care greatly for those close to her though she tries her best to convince herself that she doesn’t. They’ll also find that she has a soft spot for children.

Her ultimate goal is the destruction of every last person involved with Anzel Cazt’s rebellion.
Brief Backstory: Shanil was once from beyond the Veil. Her past is something she has only ever elaborated on to one person other than the fact that she was banished for some reason. At the age of twenty, she made her way into Thaln and took to using her skills with the sword and magic to be a bodyguard-for-hire for merchant caravans. Soon enough, she fell into line with one certain family that she took a shine to, the Haddlys.

They were a nice family of four people. A mother, father, young adult son and teenage daughter. Over time, she grew closer to the family, she also grew closer to the son and the two fell in love. They got married and continued to run the family business with the mother and father as the daughter also fell in love with someone and got married.

It took time, but they managed to have a child together. And some years later, a second. They were happy and content to run the business and travel… Until five or so years ago. While they were on a trip delivering wheat and iron. A rather routine sort of business. They had a number of guards hired and Shanil felt safe enough to go hunt for their dinner. After taking a time to hunt, she returned to an awful sight. No one was in sight nor were the horses. She hid in the bushes in case there was something dangerous and she caught sight of movement behind one of the carriages. There was a man moving…. Something. That something turned out to be the body of one of the guards.There was another man rustling in the carriage. It was a long, hard fought battle as she instantly dispatched one and fought two more.

She killed the men and noticed something missing. Her family. She followed where the man took the guard’s body and found them. She shrieked, unable to look straight at what she had seen. Distressed, panicked but above all she felt sorrow.

After some time, she finally calmed herself enough. She couldn’t just leave them here so she took a shovel and dug them all graves, marking a path from the road so she could find them again later. Before burying her husband, she took a necklace from his neck. A present she had bought for him just after her wedding.

After saying her goodbyes, she returned to the caravan and searched the bodies for anything. They didn’t quite seem like bandits and they didn’t fight like it. They seemed a bit like soldiers, if she had to guess but had little information on it. She found a note on them mentioning that supplies were needed and “Lord Cazt”. She wasn’t sure what that meant so she pocketed that and gathered up supplies for the road. With the horses gone, she’d have to walk to town and forsake the goods. She had to survive where her family did not.

On the road, she stopped for the night on the third day of travel by foot when a man in distressing dark armor with skeleton motifs introduced himself as “Terian”, a traveling knight. Skeptical at first, she felt she had nothing to lose, even if the man were to kill her in her sleep so she offered him to sit with her and rest. He asked why she was by herself, so she answered truthfully. At the end, they sat in silence for some time before the knight spoke up. He offered her to join him on his travels. To train in the ways of his Knightage, one which had been basically a secret order of sorts that was all but gone at this point.

With nothing else to her name, she accepted. She had nowhere to go except with her sister-in-law and she didn’t know if she could manage to discuss it with her. Together, her and her new teacher headed off to the city where he formally introduced himself as Reikard. In town, they learned that there was a rebellion fully brewing and Sharil was finally able to put two and two together. Lord Cazt needed supplies for a rebellion so he ransacked merchant convoys. With anger and purpose in her step, she and Reikard moved towards the future as the made guerilla attacks against the rebels where they could.

Eventually, the war was over and Reikard decided it was time for him to retire and he gifted his equipment to his disciple. And from that point, Sharil moved on her own, hunting down rebels that somehow managed to avoid the long arm of the law to feel some purpose in her life.

Equipment: Sharil’s equipment is the very same as that of her teacher. Dark metal with skull and skeleton motifs adorn the armor and her greatsword is fairly ornate though nothing else truly makes it special.

Skills: Her greatest strength is truly her magic. With control over Shadow and Frost Magics, it gives her a great number of things she can do. The first thing to mention is her ice magic because it’s the most simple really. Creating ice, using cold blasts and other things of the sort. Her Shadow magic on the other hand is a bit more special. It’s the magic she learned from her master and he taught her many things to do with it. The first thing she can do is use the shadows inside her armor to magically strengthen herself by using her own shadow to control her body like a puppet of sorts. In addition she can form shadows to use as offensive projectiles, binding a target with her own shadow among other things.