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When are we starting this?

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@NewShoesForever Y'all are making my Knights to incompetent/nice

@The Narrator

Oh, don't you worry about that. I intend to make Willow's life in the Knight's 'care' one of a prisoner. I mean, the kid can cause a local zombie apocalypse if his powers went haywire. Guns are trained at him literally all the time. I imagine his room being monitored constantly, and if he uses his powers outside of a strict series of routines, he's be killed on the spot.

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And it fits like a glove.

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Ezekiel Cromwell

Archguardian of the Cross Ezekiel Cromwell

His Holiness Ezekiel Cromwell, the year of our Lord 2011

"The Lord is my Shepherd, Humanity is his flock. And me and my Knights, we are his guarddogs. As long as we are alive we shall banish evil, praising the Lord as we do it!"

Age
64

Appearance
Even Though his Holiness Archguardian Cromwell is one of the most powerful men in the whole world he looks not very imposing. His hair is white and his face wrinkled. He is of average height and while one can see that he had quite some muscle in his younger years age took his toll on him.
He dresses mostly in simple garments and only on special occasions in his ceremonial white robes.

Artifacts and Skills
Skills
Oration
Leadership
Theology

Artifacts

The Holy Grail and the Sword of Saint George

"For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. – Romans 6:23"

The two reliques that are granted to each Archguardian upon coronation. Every very high ranking member of the Order is granted a sip from the waters of life which fill the holy grail. It is said that no man will ever falter or lose his faith after tasting the blood of his savior.

The Sword of Saint George is the bane of all evil. Forged with a nail from the holy cross it will smite every enemy of god with divine wrath. The mere presence of it burns unholy creatures and makes them scream in agony.

Biography
Not much is known about the Archguardian except that he grew up in extreme poverty on the streets of London. If the rumours are true he found God after nearly dying in a fire that burned killed his family. It is also said that he wanted join the Knights when only 13 years old.
He is the reigning Archguardian since 8 years and is renowned for his zeal and his policy of no tolerance against anything demonic.

@The Narrator

“I LIVE FOR ZIS’!!!!!” - Reinhardt

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@The Narrator oh yes! I am counting on it!

Also, thank you.

Alsoer, if you ever need a bottom bit-.., co-gm, poke me.

Alsoerer, I can make us a Discord if such is thine desire.

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I'm tryin to think of what kinda weapons a big ol softy like Bigfoot would use. Writein him up as a pacifist by nature...probably like, a bow staff or somethin. Maybe a bow staff and some rocks in his pocket-for throwin, of course

@T Risket

A tree trunk!

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

University Library

@Furiosa

It is only when the veil of safety is pierced that its ultimate frailty is revealed. Raising his gaze towards an all too unexpected addition, Winter viewed a young man whose visage would speak of such a season with screaming tunes. Proper, perhaps to fault, Winter was able to dot an air of privilege embracing the unwelcome addition.

Indeed, the gathering of text placed in front of him spoke volumes. The secrets of biology unfolding, humanity's core coming to full view. It painted a clear picture, where this young man would come to unravel the mysteries and complications plaguing mankind, in the pursuit of saving lives. It brought a thought to Winter's ever flowing mind. What kind of mark would he leave upon the surface of this world? A written escape available for others in which to indulge. Though a flustered frown made its way to Winter's visage, his raven eyes returned to the scene unfolding across the table. As a child, Winter's ability to thwart a bully's advance was limited by body, and heart. 

At twenty years, not much changed. Fear was however not a grip which clenched at his throat, but rather uncertainty. The pale young man traced a slender finger across his writing, thoughts bringing him far from the scene at hand. "Do you usually invite children to private readings?" Indeed, Winter was no presence considered explosive, or impressive. However, he did have the hidden courage Yuna often brought to the surface with the musing voice of a seer, someone who saw beyond the frailty others would consider his whole. Breaking from his family was not a fear spelling weakness. 

Even so, the author's voice wasn't that of a mocking strike, nor was it sharpened. Rather, it found home in curiosity. Winter's mellow tune was easy to discern. He could not possibly be one who raised his voice to get a point across, neither speaking with rage, nor anger. Indeed, Winter eventually lowered his attention to the scripture by his hands. "I am not a kid," he explained, far too aware of the overused string on insults now old as the growing grass. However, it would be foolish to deny the searing pain emanating from those forearms hidden beneath a layer of fabric. Boiling to the surface, each cut bled with an anguished remembrance, a torment with roots in misery, and plight. Boiling to the surface in the face of confrontation, Winter had yet to best this particular foe, that of trauma and memory's unbreakable shackles. 

As if bleeding anew, the young man tensed, his teeth clenching as Winter was reminded yet again of the power held by a fractured mind. A shattered past cut deep, and the scars would bleed until the body dried. "There are probably more interesting people, for someone like you," he finished, his gaze now panted on the safety of another realm. One of cosmic horror's and underwater ancients. Perhaps one day, someone would point towards Winter, and call him out on his occupation. Perhaps, he would be recognized, rather than merely offering a sight mocked by those who viewed it. 

However, one gaze at his company's choice of book quickly strangled any thoughts of grandeur. This student was not a presence considered pleasant, but it was not a feat considered impressive to note a bright future in store for him, one Winter could not look towards. Cold loneliness sharpened like a blade awaited him with the dark confines of his apartment, and the author knew that no other locale awaited his presence. At least he had Hades. Fitting, wasn't it? Named after the god of death, he appeared to be the only constant, at Winter's side. 

Cutting short the young man's thoughts, Winter's cell phone, an apple product coated in a cat themed frame lit up and vibrated to reveal Hades' antics frozen in a wallpaper. "Hey bro'!" A text popped up with a familiar noise accompanying it, "got you tickets to that all male burlesque show! Merry Christmas!" The message finished, painting Winter's face a bright red. Miles wasn't known for being subtle. 

"Oh my God," Winter sighed, rubbing his forehead. 

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Getting a reply up when I get home.

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@NewShoesForever

I think he looks interesting. I rarely see mummies in RPs. Him and Stone Eyes over there can add to the ancient creep factor of the crew.

DID HE KNOW JEEEEBUS’!?

Also, I promise Willow won’t mind control him...Clears throat
He won’t, really. That shit’s just boring and OP.