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had my allergic reaction to dog hair used against me in a judo tourney. fine line between preparing for your opponent's weakness and whatever this was
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Perhaps in hindsight working with Norrevinter was a poor choice, their own powers would serve to clash against one another in conjunction, obviously ice has always been ill-suited with fire. Though this would not deter him from aiding his fellow Knight, walking away from this fight wasn't an option. He would need to keep his wits about him when using his powers over the cold, a creative approach will be needed for this case.

The battle had quickly escalated before his eyes and Lyonel had learned to be cautious of both friend and foe, Norrevinter had began to slip into her berserk state and the skull-masked man displayed an unique, dangerous power with the use of his hands. The latter was enshrouded by a cloud of yellow fog rather hastily after creating a crevice that threatened to swallow up the Viking. Recognising that the Viking is more than capable of handling herself, even with the injuries she had already accumulated so far, he decides to focus on taking down the mercenary as he sheathes his drawn sword.

Water vapour in the air is now more than ample with the jet streams of water from before having been evaporated after colliding with an intense heat wave. The Knight is now more than capable of letting loose with a icy blizzard of his own, first he would slam his two hands onto the ground before freezing it solid, the frozen earth would snake its way up to the area shrouded by the yellow fog and would lock anyone in place as they would find their legs encased in solid ice. Without any pause to possibly waste this chance he would manifest a barrage of long, sharp, icy shards into the fog, before following up with dropping a huge pillar of ice suspended directly over the area, that used up a considerable chunk of the surrounding moisture to create, straight onto wherever the mercenary was hidden.
Seijin

Twin Capes




Ridiculously powerful, violent sea currents, suddenly being submerged into the cold waters and then being flung into the night sky, with such force, was not how Seijin planned to wake up from his nap on a particularly nice, cozy and warm spot on the deck that he had laid claim to. This certainly was some way start the crew's journey in the Grand Line; the ship was in pieces and his crewmates were literally scattered to the winds, plummeting down to the ocean.

He gazes off into the distance, during his freefall, and he found the Twin Capes to be quite impressive, admittedly it wasn't as grand or majestic as Mariejois, far from it but it felt warm and inviting as if it was embodying the thirst for freedom. It certainly was something to behold. 'Ugh where'd that come from?' Nonplussed from his sudden sentimental moment he chooses to busy himself with the matter of falling at hand.

His skill with the Moon Step was nothing exceptional but it was more than enough to slow down his descent downwards and direct his fall towards the city of the Twin Capes. Briefly considering to help out his crewmates but dismissed the thought, having confidence in their own ability which was well merited as he already found Dowell swinging to safety, only to hit the water Seijin slightly winces for her stead. Eventually he makes his way to shore as he drops down onto the beach and promptly makes an effort to dry himself off, his drenched self being unpleasant in the cold night.

Huzzah! The journey has begun! ^ Be expecting a response from me in less than 12 hours or so.


The discolored, empty landscape that stretched for miles to comes, devoid of nothing but gray plains and a lone figure that traversed the aptly named Ashlands. White armour, white hair and pale complexion Lyonel stands completely out of place in the sea of grays, the very same individual bear no signs of being weary from his weeks of travel by his lonesome. A short sabbatical from his duties in Erubesco as a Knight among its Royal Military was much needed and even he, self-claimed as one of his Majesty's most loyal servants, needed some ample downtime.

Rocky gravel would crumble under the step of his metal boot as he makes his way to what he remembers to be the closest town on the route back to the Kingdom, the sun would shine down onto himself as he walked across the plains of the Ashlands. He was far from being hopeful of reaching Erubesco by today so he shall have to make due with resting for the night somewhere in the isolated town. Climbing up an ashen hill Lyonel would come across the sight of several worn-down buildings scattered across near the foot of the hill, he promptly treks down to the edge.

Seeing the shabby cesspool of a town, the living condition would most definitely fall far short to the Kingdom's and he couldn't help but sympathise with the residents, it was only a few years ago that he found himself doing what he needed to make it out alive. The sacrifices of others and one Knight's act of kindness had led him to where he was now and there were only so many words to describe his gratitude, which can only..

His line of thought would be interrupted as he would catch the sounds of a struggle not far from where he was, immediately he leaves for where the sounds had originated from, most likely a brawl here was little more than a common occurrence nevertheless his curiosity had been piqued. Lyonel would be treated to the sight of a three-way deadlock between a man with a mask, another man with dark, metallic skin and a red-haired woman who towered over the two, who instantly caught his attention. The Viking.. ever since he had left for his sabbatical not once did he come across another hailing from Erubesco and for the first time in weeks he finds Kora Norrevinter, another accomplished Knight with power to match his own, failing to fend off the metal man whilst being under fire by the masked man. A sudden chill falls upon the battle as Lyonel wastes no time to jump into action.

While the Ashlands were nowhere near as hot and dry as a desert still the level of water vapour present had gave him only so much ice to work with, this definitely would have been a problem if it weren't for his for ample foresight to internally conserve moisture during his weeks of travel. Frost forms as vapour crystallises, body temperature reaching subzero and with a wave of his hands, a cluster of tall ice shards would cascade towards Kora and the metal man, aiming to forcibly separate the two as they will find a ice wall materialised between the both of them. The Knight draws his sword, levelling the long steel blade at the masked man to discourage further action from him.
That's.. a lot of words. Wow.
One more chapter left in the series..
@Ornatur Lol wrong CS, thanks for pointing that out^



Full Name:
Lyonel Eisen

Nicknames/Aliases:
The Blizzard

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Gift:
Cyrokinesis: Lowering his body temperature to subzero degrees, within fractions of a second, the surrounding moisture in the air around him is lowered as well which then crystallises into ice. With the body itself being immune to temperatures as low as absolute zero. With this ability Lyonel is able to generate and manipulate ice, snow and cold temperatures at his whim, forming blasts, shields, walls, blades, slides and other constructs of ice. The cold is his to command.

Loyalty:
Erubescian, Knight

Description:
Standing at 6'1 with a lean muscular figure, gained after years of training and then some. A pale complexion with flawless skin that is untouched apart from a scar that stretched across his throat. With a solemn mien which seems to be permanently sculpted onto his face, Lyonel has chosen to show no tells of emotion and intent for anyone to see. And though he would prefer to be in armour at all times outside of combat he is often seen wearing a simple white double collared shirt, top few unbuttoned, along with black slacks and longwings.

Personality:
Simply put; knightly, with unswerving loyalty, devotion, self-discipline and integrity yet pure of heart, honourable, humble and kind to others Lyonel strives to meet the expectations of a knight and exceeds them. Nothing could sway him from his servitude to uphold Erubesco, its values, people and most of all, the King. There are few who could claim a stronger allegiance to the kingdom than him and yet he would never boast so loudly of it, regardless of being rendered mute or not, he is ever the silent one and the last to be noticed in a room. However his silent nature is not all cold professionalism there is still an amiable side to him and those who take the chance to engage with him will eventually find a warm-hearted companion who would fight in your behalf on a whim.


Skills:
- A prodigy swordsman after having trained with the way of the sword for years, his go-to weapon is a two-handed longsword, making him a notable threat in close quarters.
- Disciplined mind combined with unbending loyalty has made him capable of exceeding his limits at his lowest point even with the risk of fatal injury.

Weaknesses:
- His nature as a 'knight' makes him all too predictable in situations where his his devotion to honour and complete servitude to Erubesco comes into play.
- The ability to generate and manipulate the cold outside of his body is dependant on the level of moistsure, the amount of water vapour, in the air.
- Ice from his cyrokinesis, whilst being more dense, still behaves and is affected by the same things as ice; melting under extreme heat and vibration being difficult to freeze.


Brief History:
Born into slavery Lyonel had always known what it means to live the life of servitude, his former masters being sick, power-hungry sadists had ordered him to be rendered voiceless forever, the scar left on his throat serving to remind him of those times. But even as a slave he would still have those to call family, a collection of numerous slaves that have either been forcibly taken away from their homes or have been bought from other slavers, who all adored Lyonel the orphan slave, youngest of them all. After hours of attending to their masters, late at night when the lights were out the other slaves would read to him about stories of heroes and villains, kings and queens but he would take most to those about knights, how they were described to uphold honor, integrity and loyalty without fault.

Eventually the years of harsh treatment and even worse living conditions had driven them to dire desperation and a hastsy escape was made. Barely making out the reaches of their master's territory, having lost more than half of their numbers in doing so, they would start on a long and treacherous journey across the lands to Erubesco where they hoped to be granted safe passage into. Even more of them had succumbed to the elements, disease and ravaging tribes and they continue to fall one by one until it was only Lyonel, protected and cherished through the entire way, standing in front of the gates of Erubesco. Truth be told he would have been turned away if it were not for the command set by one of the Knights on station near the main gate to let him inside and be clothed, fed and nursed back to health.

Eager to repay the generosity that he had been treated in kind and to live up to his dreams as a child to become a knight himself, embodying all their traits, Lyongel would throw himself into years of training under the very knight who had welcomed him into Erubesco's walls. And with that same training paying fruit, having matured into a skilled warrior, adept with the use of his Gift, and climbed up the rank with impressive speed until he had reached the rank of Knight fulfilling his dream of doing so.

Other:
- Always carry around with him a notepad and pen to communicate with others whenever the situation calls for it.
- His plated steel armour has been tempered with aluminum and a high percentage of carbon fiber, making it very light without trading out strength and is especially cold-resistant.
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