Themerlinhawk

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Lol apologises. I'll go back writing XD i just felt like id add on to the commentary

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@IceHeart Well I meant me personally. it was kinda of like "wow those are right there"

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Is it bad that i also immediately noticed the boobs.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

She's exactly that XD Good thing Garrett isn't too stupid. Unfortunately I'm finding the character appears to be a sucker for pretty women though ^^' which could be dangerous

Edit: night y'all I should be out basically all day tomorrow. I'm helping someone move int he morning

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Garrett

Themerlinhawk

The look on Sir Garrett’s face was that of someone who had just bitten into a lemon. Of course it was Julianna who appeared the second there was a chance he was nobility. Or someone she could leverage. Careful, remember what happened the last time you made an assumption about someone?

“Don’t call me Count. I hate that title; the majority of my holdings are largely tracks of empty hills and forgotten Barrows. If I wanted to reclaim it I’d have to call on the portion of populace who were displaced from that part of country. And I don't particularly feel like making use of manpower like that. Not only would it be arrogant and an irresponsible use of my resources, but I don’t feel like making a pass at being a self made ruler. Most people hate you when you do that.”

Grimacing at his now empty glass he set it down on the table next to him and eyed the table of drinks again. Trying to determine if it was worth the socially polite dash through the nobles that were there to celebrate with the princess. “Thank you, by the way. Even though I was just doing my job. The Captain is unfortunately two things: young and naive. An unfortunate combination but I do infact believe that is the point of the Captain position within the Iron Rose.” Looking at Julianna again he carefully raised an eyebrow at her. She was totally after something as it had been rare for the two of them to interact in the past; however the second his titles had been mentioned she appeared out of thin air.

“As for why I’m with the Knights. I’m an Heir Presumptive, not an Heir Apparent. In theory all of my siblings could take over the Jarldom. My older brother and I are the best two candidates. There is an argument that could be made that my time here makes me more capable of diplomatic relations and leadership. It was certainly the argument my brother made to get me to leave. He wants the Jarldom more than me frankly and the Elders will probably vote with him even though I’m almost completely certain I can beat him in the trail of blades. Not that it matters anymore.”

Turning he offered Julianna his arm. “I’m fine with being the Sword of Clan Skildren, I’m valuable and command respect and part of my clan. Why do I need it all when I can be here and do what I enjoy? Being a leader limits your freedom to choice.” Regardless of whether she took his arm he started towards the drink table. She’s too much of a political player to alienate if I plan on surviving here now that everyone knows who I am. Where is Marianne when I need backup.

“To answer your question as directly as you asked it: I don’t want the Jarldom. Being the Sword means I only have to answer a call from the Jarl if the clan is in danger. Which it won’t be with my brother and siblings. In the end my current best interests are here, I enjoy being with the Knights and frankly I’ve always wanted to see the world.” He could still hear the laughter and the words from his nightmares the night before.

And I’m still running from the past

@IceHeart

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@IceHeart whatever you want

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

Ian

Name: Ian Snyder

Nickname: Koshmar

Age: 39

Race: Human

Appearance:

Ian


Koshmar’s Theme
Ian’s Theme

Social Status: After graduating the academy Ian spent much of his time running missions for the academy as a musician. With the disappearance of Iris and then Sam; Ian began running his own agenda of missions. Due to his more and more brutal methods and unsanctioned missions Ian has become a social pariah and a sort of necessary evil.

Relations: Ian has few if any friends as his multiple personalities tend to cause problems with anyone he becomes close to. With the disappearance of Sam and Iris, Ian has largely given up relations.

General Activity: Whenever Ian is not training, playing pubs, or busy brooding Ian spends the majority of his time running missions. With Lazarus retirement and the disappearance of Hazumi Ian’s missions have become increasingly desperate and frantic.

Abilities:
Filipino Stick Fighting- Ian carries a pair of Asps (collapsable police batons) which he is an expert in using in tandem during a fight. As a child of two parents who were never home and a trust fund child Ian had to find ways to entertain himself one of which was learning martial arts which included Filipino stick fighting as well as the sword art behind the stick fighting. With his completion of academy training Ian upgraded the sticks to a pair of traditional filipino blades in addition to collapsable Asps.

Bok Fu Do- Growing up on the west coast of america meant Ian had access to a form of Western martial arts known as Bok Fu Do which takes the best of several different martial arts and Incorporates them into one effective aggressive martial art originally developed by Richard Lee a student of the Tracey Kenpo system.

Paramilitary Academy Training- Ian finished his time at the academy and came out as an incredibly trained operative for the academy. The presence of Solus Grim at the academy as a combat instructor combined with Lazarus lead to Ian being trained to the highest level in martial arts and military tactics.

Instrument

Fidrieon is a two piece nickel plated flute giving it a dark black sheen however due to the fact that its a Fragment it also functions and a makeshift escrima stick which is often what Ian is forced to use when combating the supernatural as shifting from playing Fidrieon to fighting with his batons is usually difficult.

Fragment Abilities

Chromatic Fall: By overblowing through a full chromatic fall Ian can force individuals and objects around him away from him. The louder the fall the harder the push. The greater the range the longer the push lasts

Space chord: Ian plays a series of notes which Fidrieon holds, the notes are purposefully dissonant and resound off of each other cause extreme pain in individuals hearing them.

Sharp: Ian invests essence in Fidrieon and the melodies he plays can physically cut his opponents via directed essence expended from Fidrieon

Circular Breathing: By playing a single sustained note Ian can hold an individual in place so long as he continues to play the note.

Growl: By playing a melody and then humming a different set of notes while playing the melody Ian can strike fear into the hearts of those around him causing them to feel the overwhelming need to run from him and the sound of Fidrieon

Fragment Personality: Fidrieon’s personality goes by the name Koshmar and is a (mostly) functioning secondary personality with likes and dislikes. However Koshmar suffers from a moderate form of Sociopathy and Ian suspects that he is responsible for more than a few murders. Koshmar does not normally speak to Ian. When he’s awake.

Equipment: Aside from Fidrieon Ian carries a pair of collapsible metal police batons on his lower back, a .45 caliber Springfield SXD Sub Compact Double stacked handgun. An antiquated weapon in this day and age but very few argue with its agressive nature when it’s in their face
Ian also owns a .300 Winchester Magnum rifle with a 22-inch barrel, for those hard to get to individuals.

Namshiel the Thorned Hunter: A Demon mask which houses an ancient Demon from the depths of Hell. The creature is capable of transforming Ian in a supernatural humanoid hunter with increased, speed, senses, strength and durability. Namshiel also has the unfortunate side effect of reducing Ian’s ability to tell friend from foe.

Personality: Ian suffers from a phobia known as Oneirophobia or the fear of dreams. Fidrieon’s personality, Koshmar, manifests in Ian’s nightmares. While Koshmar does not have an actual form it takes the form of whatever nightmare Ian is having (Ian never dreams he only has nightmares). While Ian is trapped in this nightmare or the deep sleep that occurs after the nightmare Koshmar is free for the next eight to twelve hours to take control of Ian’s body. While this makes most think Ian suffers from multiple personality disorder this isn’t actually the case. Koshmar is not a part of Ian’s personality it is actually a separate entity.

Koshmar is a socially graceful, predatory individual that loved tormenting Ian psychologically. Since Koshmar was crushed by Ian and Iris psyche Koshmar has become more docile and eager to help Ian. Many suspect that he is actually trying to manipulate Ian but Ian has grown accustomed to Koshmar’s presence

Biography: Ian is a rich American kid who grew up as an only child in a family where both his parents worked and generally left him to his own devices. Ian never attended High school though as his parents pulled him from school after junior high as they had lost faith in the education system. Ian was privately educated all through highschool and since his parents generally only directed the core curriculum. As a result Ian took up music and Martial Arts to fill his spare time. Up until this point Ian had been a bit of a spoiled brat but when he started training in his martial arts that was quickly beaten out of him and his current set of character traits started to develope as his martial skills started to do the same. After six years of training every single day for between three and five hours Ian had achieved his sixth degree in Bok Fu Do. Ian’s rise through the ranks was unprecedented, especially given that in tandem he had been studying street survival techniques and Filipino stick fighting. When he turned 18 his parents were ready to ship him off to a private college to get a degree in some buisness useful subject however Ian refused and instead was admitted to the Academy where he has been studying for the last year.

After meeting and falling in love with Lazarus’ daughter Iris; Ian graduated from the Academy and originally ran missions to assist the academy. Following the disappearance of Hazumi and the academy forbidding him from going after Sam; Ian hit upon a different mission. While he never gave up on Sam the appearance of Lashiel. Much of Ian’s last year and a half have been spent countering the terrorist Lashiel’s moves as his leads on the location of Hazumi, Iris and Sam long since dried up.

Ian, say hi everyone

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

And posted. Yay! more back story for the Hill Knight

Edit: Im going to go play the Witcher. Soooo if you need me @message. Ill check periodically

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Garrett

Themerlinhawk

After Marianne had made her departure Sir Garrett looked at the maid who had remained. “Sorry for the morbid story. I think I’ll be headed to bed now.” Standing Sir Garrett let her take his dinner plate and with that he returned to his room to contemplate how he could have handled such a delivery better. Probably spare the gory details next time. That might help

As he disrobed for bed he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. Tracing his left hand up his side he frowned as his fingers followed the wicked scar that traced its way up his ribs. It was an ugly thing and had shocked more than a few people. For the most part it was hidden by his arms and posture but when he held his arms above his head it was quite apparent. With a heavy sigh he tossed aside his shirt and flopped onto the bed with a loud creak. Rolling over he closed his eyes and tried his best to get some sleep.

Sleep did not come easy for the big man.

Oh dear brother. I miss you so.

@harinezumikouken

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Standing at the back of the pack Sir Garrett rested his left hand on the head of the axe which hung from a loop on his left side. It was a single headed curved head axe which he’d brought with him to the Knights. It was covered in Hillscript which chronicled his deeds prior to and including his time with the Iron Rose Knights. The tiny tick mark like language had covered the haft of the axe and was starting to infect the head of the axe. The most accomplished warriors owned a pair of the axes covered in their deeds. In a few more years it would be time for a new axe to compliment this one.

After much contemplation Sir Garrett had finally gone with a grey poet shirt with embroidery. Over the shirt had gone a black overcoat that terminated right above supple leather boots that were covered in similar embroidery to the shirt. When he was younger he’d owned a hunting coat that reminded him of the Black overcoat and that was no doubt why he enjoyed the coat.

The black and grey stood in stark contrast the the Ivory bracelets and necklace he wore over the top of the poet shirt. The bracelets and necklace were composed of polished ivory and preserved, polished, animal bone. Hanging from his left wrist was a bracelet which chronicled his mother’s family and her deeds prior to his birth. On Sir Garrett’s right wrist the bracelet Chronicled his father’s deeds prior to his birth. The two bracelets told the story that had lead to his and were a reminder that one day he would leave behind a legacy of his own when the time finally came to pass on a similar bracelet to his children. Around his neck the necklace was a statement as to the legacy Sir Garrett had inherited. It was a mark of his station within the Hill barbarians of Velt and to others who could recognize the markings it was clear as day who he was.

As the others were announced Sir Garrett braced himself for the announcement. Very few of the Knights knew Exactly who he was and only slightly more knew what his given name was. To all of his friends and peers he was simply Sir Garrett of Velt, civilized barbarian from the foothills of Cahladren. Stepping up so that he could be announced he kept his face carefully schooled.

Sir Valdoth Thorn of Clan Skildren, Count of the Western Reach, Sword of Clan Skildren...

Sir Garrett cringed ever so slightly as the Herald nailed down every little bit of his title breathing a sigh of relief that it was over he almost retched when the herald managed to get even the last part of it right.

Heir Presumptive to the Jarldom of Skildren.

Much paler than he had started the party Sir Garrett immediately made a beeline for something incredibly strong to drink. It was going to be an interesting night indeed as he could feel more than a few eyes on his back. Not that too many people really cared about the Hill clans in Velt but their were vast tracts of land in the foothills controlled by the Jarls of the six clans and the herald had neatly painted a target on his back as an Heir Presumptive. Admittedly there were six other Heir Presumptives for the Jarldom but Sir Garrett was generally considered one of the two real contenders.

After securing something that appeared to be a brandy Sir Garrett edged away from the majority of the people and did his best to focus on getting the whole brandy down as quickly as possible.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@IceHeartLemme get Sir Garrett posted and we can do something if you'd like.