[SU/D] Witches of Aether

[Linnaete]

[FONT=&quot]Alias[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: Freya[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]True name[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: Zephyra[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Age[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: 18[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Gender[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: Female obviously[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Affiliation[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: Witch[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Weapon[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: N/A[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Element[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: Wind[/FONT]

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[FONT=&quot]Freya is the typical embodiment of normality. In an environment as hectic and crowded as [/FONT][FONT=&quot]London[/FONT][FONT=&quot], Freya does little to stand out and she easily blends in with countless other teenage girls of her age. Her physical normality is reflected in her rather average appearance. Her [/FONT][FONT=&quot]5 foot[/FONT][FONT=&quot]5 inches[/FONT][FONT=&quot] height for instance, is very average, perhaps give or take an inch or two depending on her choice of footwear. She sports medium-length light brown hair with sideswept bangs that are neatly swept leftwards across her forehead, just enough to conceal her left eyebrow. A more distinct feature is that the hair on her left hand side is longer and thicker, extending down beyond her shoulders while on her right it is just long enough to touch her right shoulder and her lower neck area. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Freya’s skin is untanned, but not exceedingly pale either with its healthy pink. Her chin is noticeably sharp and if there is one distinct facial feature that can be picked out if one looks close enough, it’s the fact that there is a tiny birthmark situated just above her lip, between it and her left nostril. Her eyes are characteristically large and wide and light chocolate brown in colour with a slightly darkened outline by the lower eyelashes. Her ears are mainly concealed by the hair, but are pierced with a pair of royal jade earrings that frequently gleam with a light green glow in sunlight. Perhaps bearing some form of symbolic meaning to it, a necklace is worn around her neck and adorned on it, the glamorous forging of a pair of jade wings. Freya’s other forms of jewellery include the bangles and bracelets on her wrists. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Her attire is nothing out of the ordinary. As aforementioned, she can easily blend in with everyone in the streets of [/FONT][FONT=&quot]London[/FONT][FONT=&quot] with no problem at all – that is of course, if she isn’t choosing to use the wind as a form of transportation. A simple light green/light teal long-sleeved hem top is all she needs on a typical day, with perhaps a light cardigan coat if need be. A large, false rose is attached to her top just near her right shoulder for some inexplicit reason, although Freya simply reckons that it suits her look. A loose belt with several pocket compartments hangs above the hips and over her dark layered skirt with long dark socks reaching up to her knees. For footwear, she simply has a pair of elegant white lace-up plimsolls with light green accents. She chooses to comply with the idea of having light attire out of personal preference and despises the prospect of wearing heavy leather boots, which is an example of a dress code she would not follow with. Another example would be anything with exceedingly long coattails particularly if the unnecessarily long material is going to do nothing but flap in the wind and get in the way. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Personality[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: When the Horned King appeared before her two years ago to bestow Freya with her powers, he also ominously told her of other mortals blessed with other elemental capabilities that could be soon after her life. Freya understood what this now meant, and despite being slightly conflicted in her mind about what to do, she refused to show any trace of fear or apprehension. Curious, a normal teenage girl such as herself would surely fear the nightmarish prospect of having other witches similar to herself be out hunting for her and to claim her powers. This episode is the perfect reflection of Freya’s own personality. Very little can cause her to shiver in fear, and as a result, she has from time to time bestowed herself with another character flaw – recklessness, particularly when in the company of friends. Freya is often very sure of herself, to the point in which she overestimates herself by quite a margin with the subsequent result being of slight disappointment. She is prideful in her traits however, and pleased that while her friends may be easily frightened by the most trivial of things such as tight confined space and of crawling arachnids, such phobias have never affected her. Whereas a typical person would perhaps refuse to ever leap over a fire in fear of being burnt, Freya would eventually try it out, though isn’t that irresponsible of a person that she would fail to grapple with the risk of being scorched by searing flames.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Perhaps just what has led to Freya’s attributes may be to do with her past. For most of her life she had to care for others, from her mother to her younger sisters. Having to care selflessly for them, she quickly grew to become a very resilient young woman, determined to protect the very people she had been caring for no matter what, and drilled into herself the notion that she would be no good a guardian of her own family if she were weak. As a result, she was able to shut off a lot of the emotion of fear, seeing that fear was something she as a carer could not afford to face. A carer at home could not afford to descend into a state of panic and allow rational behaviour to be tossed out of the window. She has to be there to protect the people she loves and to the best of her abilities. Freya can also efficiently suppress her own anxieties and worries to a large extent, but ultimately she reserves the anxieties towards the wellbeing of the people in her own care. Little else matters, though perhaps the prospect of losing her loved ones could be the one true fear that she can never suppress.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Being the carer of her sisters and her own mother, Freya has quickly learnt to become a strongly independent young woman. If something is within her reach, Freya would go after it. To assist her would be something unfamiliar to her as she had been the one looking after her mother for much of her life rather than the other way round. One can say that she is also a very selfless person, which is true to an extent. She is fiercely protective of her family and close loved ones, preparing to sacrifice her own needs to put theirs first. Her selflessness however, does not extend as strongly at all to anyone else. If Freya sees a stranger from across the street being mugged, she would rather not confront the mugger not because she is at all fearful of a mugger as you would get the idea by now, but because it just would not be worth it or in her interest to. Besides, to live in a metropolis like [/FONT][FONT=&quot]London[/FONT][FONT=&quot] where crime is something you would expect to encounter, Freya had quickly learnt to accept that in this world, things are screwed up – there is crime, which is how things are.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]To go back to her character flaw which is her recklessness, Freya is typically only reckless with herself and never so with her loved ones. If given a bet by friends, she would volunteer to leap over a fire to prove the point that she cannot easily quiver with fear, but she would never advocate a loved one to do the same. She is aware of her own recklessness and had contemplated in the past that her own recklessness could completely jeopardise her. Who then could look after – predominantly – her mother? To suppress fear was one thing, but to suppress her recklessness was potentially another thing. Freya is able to stop herself from time to time, but if she’s driven by booze, she can be like any other teenage girl and just party without a care in the world. She is however, responsible enough to stop and say no to meth or any kind of drugs that have ever been offered to her. The painful realisation of what her mother went through with drugs was enough to tell her that her recklessness must cease right there. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The downside to being the carer of your own mother however, is evident. Freya has hardly ever had much time or opportunity to go out and socialise because of her own commitments at home. Even in school, she would rather accept average or sub-par grades just to be able to come home and immediately tend to her mother to examine her remaining health. Despite Freya’s unwavering dedication to her mother, even she would concede to the side of her that wanted to go out, spread her wings, party and leave behind the stress from time to time. To close friends, Freya is very loyal to them, able to stick up for them and protect them whenever someone commits a wrong towards them, and is assertive enough to get her points and commands across. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The one tragic thing lingering on her mind though was the deteriorating health of her mother. Despite knowing that her efforts would simply be in vain, she never left her mother’s side. When her mother did die, Freya had begun seeking solace in the fact that her mother’s spirit had become one with the winds around her. In the present day, she sees the wind as being her mother, that her mother had finally been liberated from this terrible condition that was slowly killing her and that she herself could also spread her wings and pursue her own life – as well as stay alive from the magic users after her life. Killing was something she would ideally avoid, but if it was necessarily in terms of defence, then she would willingly do so. It would be a regrettable choice of action, but if it meant survival, then it would be a necessary act of evil. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]History[/FONT][FONT=&quot]: Freya was born in the boroughs just within [/FONT][FONT=&quot]London[/FONT][FONT=&quot]. Her father worked at the Thames-side docks, while her mother was a receptionist at a nearby NHS clinic. Her mother in her youth was an irresponsible young woman. She played with crystal meth, with cocaine and heroin and as she aged, she was diagnosed with a rare condition that affected approximately one in a hundred thousand people. Whether this was related to the drug usage in her youth was not formally established, but her internal organs would slowly begin to degrade and eventually stop working completely, which would eventually kill her. Freya’s father was horrified to realise that his wife was being slowly killed by this condition, which allegedly, would be agonising in its later stages of development. From a young age, Freya became aware of the fact that her mother’s condition could one day take her life, but when exactly the condition would finally claim her was not established either. Freya and her father would take each day as they came, both caring for her. It was not until a few years later that her mother began to develop major senility. No longer was her short term memory anything but delicately fragile and soon her long term memory could potentially follow. It felt heartbreaking for Freya that her mother could one day completely forget who her own husband or daughter was. Her mother refused to give up hope and fought to maintain the normality of their lives despite her condition, and when Freya attained the age of eight, her twin sisters entered the world. Her father soon considered this a mistake. With infant twins added to the family, this was two more people that had to be cared for. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]For several years, Freya despite her young age took the maternal role in looking after her two sisters, treating them with utmost affection. She also shared her father’s plight in caring for her ill mother, whose long term memory was now beginning its irreversible decline. It was tragic enough to see her mother in the state she was in – it was heartbreaking to consider that she may even forget her own loved ones. Each day, as the sun began its descent in the flare-orange skies, Freya would fetch the family photo albums and discuss each photograph with her mother, hoping to somehow jog her memories of the time they shared as a family. It had been a gallant and tearful attempt each time, yet Freya soon began to accept the ultimate inevitability – that her mother’s senility could not be reversed and that the condition would eventually take her life. Yet that never stopped her from trying. She loved her mother with all her heart and while she absent-mindedly slept, Freya uttered into her dormant mother’s ears that as a promise, she would never leave her mother’s side. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]When she was approaching sixteen, her father died in a freak work-related accident, crushed by a falling crane. With her father gone and an incapacitated mother to look after, Freya also became the unofficial guardian of her younger twin sisters. Forging her mother’s signatures in paperwork and various forms of documents, Freya was able to maintain this status quo, determined not to allow them to be fostered and to be taken away from each other. Besides, her mother still needed her – and only her. Freya was fortunate in that her younger sisters were beginning to adopt her own selfless mentality and too began to take up a portion of the duty. It gave her actual time to be in school, and was able to maintain average grades and build up a small clique of close friends who would genuinely act in compassion towards Freya and her family for what they were going through. The day she turned sixteen, Freya opened the windows and gazed out into the warm spring day around her. What would it have been like, she thought to herself, if her mother never received this condition and her father was still alive to this day? What would her life have been like without this burden and responsibility? She could socialise at will, to go wherever she pleased and to enjoy herself more often without the constant thoughts of her mother. What would life have been like for her if she could spread her wings and join with the wind?[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]On that same day, the Horned King appeared before her. Freya immediately sprang to her feet, demanding to know what this entity desired. The immediate thought on her mind was not of wallowing fear and intimidation, but of her immediate instinct to defend her mother and her two sisters. When the entity announced that he sought no harm to her family, this surprised the young woman – and even more so when she was bestowed with the elemental power of wind, hence Freya’s recruitment as his wind witch. Freya understood the very symbolism of the wind and of the skies and the power automatically accepted her as a result. The Horned King was certainly intrigued when despite his ominous warning of other witches bestowed with similar elemental powers being after her life now; Freya exhibited little to no signs of fear. As long as this entity and its minions were not to harm her family, she did not care as much of what could happen to her. She was not allowing herself to be intimidated like this and sought to continue caring her mother as normal. If any witch sought her powers and her life, they could damn well try. She may not be the most malicious witch there is, but she was not going to lie down and accept conquest without fighting back. If she had to kill in defence, she would willingly do so. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]It has been two years since the Horned King bestowed Freya her powers. Since, she continued as normal to care for her mother, and despite initial protests, it was her uncle who offered to look after her twin sisters. This uncle was her mother’s brother and Freya was perfectly aware of how her mother had always acted with distrust towards her brother. If her condition was not terminal now, no doubt she would have had the strength to voice her opposition at this proposal. However, Freya finally gave in and her uncle became the official guardian of her twin sisters. This left her alone to look after her mother on her own. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]By now, her mother was entirely confined to bed, unable to move, eat much at all or speak. No doubt by now she had no idea who this mysterious young woman completely dedicated in caring for her day in and day out was anymore. She could not recognise Freya’s face or even remember having any children. Day by day, her strength deteriorated and her breathing slowed. It broke Freya’s heart to see her mother so gaunt, pale and soon – on her deathbed. The agonising realisation that she was about to die soon was something no young woman of her age should ever had to experience. When her mother finally passed away peacefully, Freya’s first reaction was to gaze up at the skies, seeing the trees blow gently in the wind. She imagined her mother now becoming the protective winds around her – and her mother finally liberated from this terrible condition that had plagued her for so many years. She would feel the gentle breeze outside and allow her body to ride alongside it. Her powerful bond of compassion with her mother now extended to the winds around her. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]With this heartbreaking saga of her life finally over, Freya now decided to pursue with her own life. Deciding to take a gap year before applying for university, she took up employment in a bank near central [/FONT][FONT=&quot]London[/FONT][FONT=&quot] of all places. She has not forgotten the ominous warning handed to her by the Horned King two years ago and remains prepared in case she is ever to have a fateful encounter with one of her own kind. Very recently, she also grew agitated by the Grey Order itself. She could have sworn on one evening that a pair of men was closely monitoring her – and following her undoubtedly – before they lost each other in the enormous crowds of [/FONT][FONT=&quot]Trafalgar Square[/FONT][FONT=&quot]. To use her powers now in this city could potentially be fatal for her…[/FONT]

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[Martel]

Meddy, Liv Liv, you are both accepted. Looking forward to plotting and RPing with you both again ~

No worries, Galmski. It's best not to overextend yourself, so stick with what you're comfortable with. There is always the sequels

Speaking of the sequels...this will be a trilogy of RPs, so if you're a witch and don't want to take part in the second or third, you need to plan for your demise, since we can't really write you off...well, I could, with how things are set up...but this would be spoiling, and nobody is going to get anything out of me regarding my ultimate plans

Asides from Diar *kicks* that is all the Witches accounted for so, provided that nobody is going to bite my head off, we should be able to start by Tuesday. I'm still waiting on a couple of other profiles from others, but hopefully those will be up shortly~

On a minor note, here is my fourth and final bio, a Witchslayer, a new character entirely. With mine, there is one Witchslayer slot available, for anyone interested in applying for the position.

Alias: N/A
True Name: Rosaline Hart
Age: 49
Gender: Female
Affiliation: The Grey Order - Witchslayer

Weapon: Rosaline’s weapon of choice is a Greatsword, nearly 4ft long, and extremely heavy. She carries this on a scabbard strapped diagonally across her back when not in use…although there are times when she’ll carry it in one hand through the temple, just to prove a point. It is designed to be wielded with two hands, but her enhanced strength as a result of the Grey Priestess’ power allows her to wield it with a single hand – just about, unless she concentrates – if she needs to.

Element: None
Appearance:

Despite her advancing years, Rosaline is quite youthful in appearance; her iron grey hair, which she ties in a single, loose braid that usually drapes over one shoulder, is the only real indicator that she is older than she first appears. She has a girlish face, somewhat rounded face narrowed out by a pointed jaw, with a long, thin nose and small-yet-full lips. She has a healthy complexion, and a slight blush to her cheeks (which, to her em-barrassment, is entirely natural, and cannot be removed entirely no matter how many cosmetics she applies to her skin) that, more than anything, takes years off her appearance. There are only very slight wrinkles on her face, although unless one examines her extremely closely, they are very difficult to see, and as Rosaline treats her skin with various creams, usually impossible. Her eyes are a light blue, and hard as agates, although lose some of this hardness when she smiles, as the skin at the corners crinkles ever-so-slightly.

The agreement amongst the lower ranks of the Order is that she has been directly touched by the Grey Goddess which, whilst it is accurate, for such an event happens to all Seekers who pass their training, is ridiculous in context to her appearance; Rosaline is not a vain woman, but she does take meticulous care of herself, and many of the signs of old age have not yet begun to affect her as a result of this. She has the body of a woman twenty years her junior, slim and well-rounded, with small breasts and a narrow waist, for she has maintained a strict exercise policy throughout much of her adult life, and has not given birth, something many women of her age have done at least once. She does, however, lack the softness of a younger woman: she is well-muscled, and whilst this is concealed somewhat by her chosen attire, anyone who assumes that she is weak will be in for a surprise. At 5’10”, she is a fairly tall and commanding presence, making her appear to be larger-than-life sometimes, particularly in the field.

Rosaline is fairly conspicuous, for she is always seen in uniform in public. She wears a one-piece black leather bodysuit, designed to protect her skin against the elements and give her sufficient manoeuvrability, both in combat and outside of it. Over this, she wears light plate armour, similar to medieval armour in design, yet not quite as complete, sacrificing protection for further mobility. The breastplate provides protection up to her collarbones in a V-shaped design, although the backplate of this armour covers her entire back, connecting with pauldron. The vambrace, rather than covering her entire arm, covers only the lower half of it, and a separate piece similar to a torque covers the lower half of her upper arm. Rosaline forgoes gauntlets in favour of tight-fitting leather gloves, deeming them as more practical: a witch usually isn’t interested in attacking her hands. She does wear gorget, although it only covers the base of her neck, and acts more as a fastener for the red cape that she wears; the only part of her outfit that is more for decoration than anything else, and serves no practical purpose other than to make her look the part of a Witchslayer.

She wears a plain dark green thick skirt with hip guards over the top, strapped in place by belts, and a second piece of armour underneath that, providing some protection for her pelvis. Her leg armour, in a similar fashion to the armour she wears upon her arms, is not entirely complete: the cuiss only covers the lower part of her thigh, stopping her below the armour above it, although she wears both greaves and sabatons. Rosaline prefers not to wear jewellery.

Personality: Rosaline is a fairly relaxed and easy-going individual, a fact which surprises many when they first meet her, given her position. She enjoys the company of others – provided they drop the formality, which is something she has endless trouble getting most of them to do – and is a fairly lively personality; age has taught her, amongst other things, that it does nobody any good to get stressed about anything, and she is quite an easy person for the Seekers in particular to talk to, having been through all of their troubles and worse when she was their age. She is a motherly (or grandmotherly) figure for many in the Order; the kind that does not fuss, yet expects you to act like an adult if you’re going to be treated like one. She is not overly protective, and will allow others to make their own mistakes without fear of recrimination if she gave them advice beforehand and they chose to ignore it, but expects a certain level of maturity, and failure to meet this will risk her wrath, which is quite terrifying to behold, for she will publicly dress-down the individual much like a mother will punish a child. Chiefly, she becomes extremely annoyed when Knights and Spiritwalkers begin to talk down to Seekers, or isolate one of their own on the basis of their age, or their time of initiation. She is a firm believer in equality, and superiority complexes aggravate her like nothing else can.

Rosaline possesses endless reserves of self-confidence as a result of her years of service, and she has gradually moulded herself to meet the expectations the Grey Order have of someone in her position, in all ways but one: she remains a very humble individual, who is supportive of those who need it – usually the Seekers; indeed, she will often take them under her wing during times of stress, and is on first-name basis with most of the ones in the temple at London – and surprisingly modest in her accomplishments. She does not rub her seniority in other people’s faces (seniority is, after all, nothing to smile about, it just means you’ll be dead first) unless she is forced into a position where she must force a resolution or take command, in which case she will issue commands that she expects to be followed. In the field, Rosaline relies heavily on her authority as a Witchslayer to get things done; she is not authoritative by nature, and prefers to allow others more familiar with the displacement of soldiers and tactics than she is to handle operations: often, she will elect Knights from within the ranks to act as commanders, and oversee things personally. She believes she can best serve on the battle-field facing witches or gathering information, and not huddled away in a command centre as a figurehead. Her attitude irritates many who would have it otherwise – most Spiritwalkers – yet she ignores them all. Often, she will use field missions as an opportunity to scout out talent amongst the ranks, so that she can assign them to roles more suited to their natural talent and expertise. She is an instructor more than she is a leader.

Rosaline is, above everything else, dedicated to her duty as a Knight. To her, the title “Witchslayer” is just little more than an acknowledgement of her service; it puts her in a position of command that, whilst she has grown accustomed to, she does not believe that she is entirely suited to, and whilst her skills with a blade are un-matched, she does not believe that this is any real reason to prop her up on a pedestal either. All it really signi-fies to her is her extraordinary amount of luck. She is, and has always been, a Knight, and does not consider herself fundamentally superior to any of her fellow Knights; simply more experienced, and she should be more experienced…she’s older. Rosaline has a very self-deprecating sense of humour, born perhaps out of a need for criticism, since nobody else will criticise her. She views her own situation as quite amusing, and rarely takes herself seriously.

One of Rosaline’s greatest flaws is one that plagues many of the elder generation: she is extremely close-minded sometimes and very set in her ways. She is open to alternate ideas and viewpoints in a hypothetical sense, and enjoys discussion of these, yet once she has decided on an issue, that is that, and she will not be swayed by anything short of divine intervention. All that she has seen and fought against over the years has led her to believe that all witches are exactly the same: monsters that have had their humanity stripped of them by their mysterious demonic deity. She feels no pity for them, for they are already dead; they’re just demons masquerading as humans who would bring the world to its knees, given the chance. She does not intend to give them that chance, no matter how human they may seem. She has seen evidence over the years to suggest otherwise, yet she has chosen to ignore it for the sake of her duty; she cannot afford to doubt her convictions and, whilst she is in a position to change the views of potentially the entire Order, she chooses not to. Whether she would care to admit it or not, she takes great comfort in the stability that the Order provides her with, and would not choose to change it regardless of the situation.

Bio: Rosaline was born in the London temple of the Grey Order. Her mother was a Spiritwalker, and Rosaline grew up wanting to be just like her when she was older: fighting against the forces of darkness and evil witches. Of her father, she saw little – from what she could gather, she was an accident; not unheard of, but uncommon nonetheless. She was raised in the temple, and saw little of the outside world – for much of her childhood, she believed it was full of evil, and that the temple was the only safe haven. This was confirmed for her when her mother died, victim to, of all things, assault by a gang of thugs. Rosaline was seven by this point, and old enough to be educated by the instructors of the temple. She learned all of her basic skills from the temple instructors, and entered formal training to be a Spiritwalker when she was sixteen, becoming one of the youngest Seekers of Knowledge the temple had seen in the century. However, it was not as easy or as interesting as she had expected: she spent much of her time in the library, reading up on ancient battles and lore that, in all honesty, she didn’t really care about. Nonetheless, she persevered for her mother’s sake.
Rosaline became attracted to a young Spiritwalker when she was twenty, and the two had a brief relationship that ultimately resulted in a child, Sophia. Juggling her duties as a Seeker with her daughter was no particularly hard task for Rosaline, although she was, in essence, a single mother: the father spent much of his time out on missions hunting witches, and shortly after Sophia turned four, he was reported killed in action by the Metal Witch. Rosaline grieved, yet not as much as she may otherwise have: beyond the initial romance, the two did not spend much time together, and he had left her his daughter as a memento of sorts, or so it felt.

Rosaline was a quick study, and by the time she was twenty-two, she was ready to become a Spiritwalker…or so her mentor, a close friend of her mother’s, believed. The Grey Priestess deemed her unfit to be a Spiritwalker, prompting her to question her motives for wanting to become one in the first place, as well as her place in the Grey Order itself, or if she even had a place. Eventually – she spent over a month locked away in her room in shame, for to be rejected by the Grey Priestess was the biggest dishonour any Seeker could receive, and when she had shown such potential it was an absolute disaster - she realised that she didn’t have any, and that ultimately she had never seen the value to the work that she had done. Perhaps this had been why she had been rejected – she had spent hours upon hours in a stuffy room reading from archives she cared little for.

Rosaline had always wanted to help people, and it was the Grey Swords. She admired the Knights for the work they did, whereas the only real reason she had wanted to be a Spiritwalker was because her mother was one…no, because she had been afraid of the outside world. The Grey Priestess had seen into her soul and found her lacking, and Rosaline was forced to re-evaluate herself to see what she had. What she found was disheartening, but she took strength from it, and completely changed her perspective on life.
She decided to start again. She enrolled for the Seekers of Power – to the shock and disgust of her Spiritwalker mentors, which to them was the ultimate betrayal – and spent the next five years in training, helping people on the street, learning the art of the sword (she found that she preferred the larger weapons) and, to her great surprise and delight, she was happier and healthier than she had ever been. She was proclaimed ready five years to the day when she started training, and this time she was granted power by the Grey Priestess, becoming a Knight. She was alone – her friends had abandoned her when she took the path to power, and the newer recruits knew well her story, so they distanced themselves from her – but she didn’t mind; she was complete by herself, and had found her own place in the Order, not her mother’s. All the while, her daughter was growing up, and she somehow managed to find time to cope with her ever-increasing demands: being a Seeker of Power required her to spend long hours outside, yet she did not need to travel, and was there for her daughter when she needed her. She encouraged her to read the simpler books in the temple library, and told her stories of witches and brave Knights, much as her mother had done before her. The relationship between the two was not as close as it could have been, yet it was not a distant one.

The next two years of Rosaline’s life were a chaotic race across the globe, as she followed trail after trail. Her first week in on the job, she encountered the Fire Witch, and although she managed to hold her own long enough for backup to arrive, she was unable to give pursuit, because her armour had started to melt, due to prolonged exposure to the heat. It was at this point that Rosaline adapted her armour, removing several pieces and making it so that she could easily discard it if the need arose. This deviation from standard attire was viewed with considerable disapproval by the Knights, yet Rosaline would not relent.

Almost immediately after that, shortly after she turned thirty, she stumbled across the Lightning Witch – it turned out the Fire Witch had been tracking her down, no doubt to add to her own powers. Foolishly believing the Witch would come quietly with her to avoid a conflict, she confronted her in broad daylight in the middle of a crowded street, but what followed was absolute pandemonium: the witch tapped into the power lines and killed several people in her attempts to kill Rosaline. She held absolutely no regard for the lives of others, caring only about keeping herself safe. She only managed to kill the Witch by hacking off the top of a fire hydrant, promptly causing the witch to fry herself when she tried to use her powers again. She was given the title of Witchslayer, and became one of the most prominent figures in the Grey Order – even the Grey Priestess Herself was heard to offer words of praise – yet it was a hollow victory for her, and won as a result of a techni-cality only. Rosaline had been careless, and her actions had cost others their lives, and worse, she had been rewarded for it.

It was shortly after this victory that her daughter vanished, on the night of her sixteenth birthday. Her disap-pearance caused an uproar in the temple, for it was the first time ever that one of their own had been selected to be a Witch – for what else could have happened? She was a model student, and was due to begin her Seeker training the very next day. She was the daughter of one of the Witchslayers. Rosaline was beside herself, and this more than anything else fuelled her hatred for witches: they had taken her daughter from her, just a they had taken her lover all those years ago.

What began then was more of a personal crusade than anything else, for Rosaline was determined to earn the title she had been given: she quickly began to hate herself, for she was accorded the utmost respect by those who had previously treated her with snide contempt, yet several eye-witnesses had seen her kill the witch and, whilst it had not been a clean kill with her blade, they all believed she was being modest when she said it was a circumstantial accident, which it had been – if there had not been a hydrant in the street, she would almost certainly have died. They didn’t care for the casualties, only that the witch had died and, as the one who had engaged her, Rosaline got all the credit. She absolutely hated the way she was treated, and spent as much time out of the temple as possible, helping the less fortunate…which only enhanced her reputation, to her annoyance.

Rosaline spearheaded many witch-hunts over the next two decades, although many of them yielded nothing but dead ends, or short battles with witches who quickly fled, only to be apprehended by Spiritwalkers or Knights later and put to death, or disappeared entirely, presumably leaving the country…or falling prey to one of their sisters. After an encounter with a new Fire Witch, Rosaline grew disheartened for a time, for she knew that the previous Fire Witch had been slain by a Knight, who was now one of the three Witchslayers along with herself – she had met the man a few times before. To learn that the power was simply transferred to another girl upon the death of the first upset her greatly, and for a time she stopped hunting witches, focusing instead on helping those less fortunate than herself…unless, of course, the witches started murdering people. Whilst she never lost her dedication to her cause, she began to see why witch hunting was frowned upon by the Grey Helms: it accomplished nothing. On occasion, the new witch was more bloodthirsty than the old one. They needed a more permanent solution, such as capturing and holding the witches. However, such a thin proved impossible, and inevitably ended up with the witch dying…after she had killed several of her captors.

Rosaline only recently “earned” her title in her eyes: shortly after she turned forty-five, she fought the Water Witch, defeating her after a prolonged battle; she had been tracking the girl for almost three months, and am-bushed her in her apartment in the middle of summer. Much of the building was demolished, but only one person was injured, and Rosaline killed her with relative ease, even though it took her a while to get close enough, and for the witch to exhaust herself. Careful planning and tactics gave her the confidence she needed to overcome her and, finally, give herself some form of inner peace.

Since then, Rosaline has focused more on the bigger picture, rather than her own personal vendetta against witches – she doesn’t look it, but she’s getting old, and whilst she is one of the finest swords in the Grey Order (although she will dismiss such claims, insisting that many Knights could best her if they were to duel) she rec-ognises that, alone, she cannot kill all the Witches, particularly when the one responsible for them keeps on cursing others with their powers, and she will not be around forever. She has personally trained many Knights, and has even taken a few rejected Seekers and led them to become Knights…making her extremely unpopular with many Spiritwalkers and some of the more elitist Knights, yet she does not care at all for their opinion; she exercises the power and privilege of her position to have her way, making her both one of the most popular and loathed figures of the Grey Order. She sees it as her primary duty now to pass on her legacy to the younger generation, so they can continue the battle. Yet, when necessary, she will take to the field to assume com-mand of an operation, for there are but two others asides her who are best suited to leading the Grey Order in the battle against the witches. She has been particularly active across England over the last decade, following up various leads – in particular, a nasty string of murders and natural phenomenon in South Devon attracted her attention, although the trail went cold barely a week after she had arrived and started investigating and she has since been stuck to find any leads – although it has been several years since she has found herself up against a witch.


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[Lebreau]

Super super late on this, but, is there any chance of me editing my spirit witch and bringing her back? If not... I'll fade back into the shadows of RP land and wait for another RP. XD

 

[Gaige]

I'll have my bio up today or tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. XD

 

[Martel]

Super super late on this, but, is there any chance of me editing my spirit witch and bringing her back? If not... I'll fade back into the shadows of RP land and wait for another RP. XD

Sorry Lissie, since I amended the premise to make Spirit the power of the Grey Order, there is no Spirit Witch this time around...at least, not for the first RP

I'll have my bio up today or tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. XD

No worries. We weren't starting today anyway, I'm still waiting on another bio. xD

 

[Lebreau]

Sorry Lissie, since I amended the premise to make Spirit the power of the Grey Order, there is no Spirit Witch this time around...at least, not for the first RP


No worries. We weren't starting today anyway, I'm still waiting on another bio. xD

Oh, I didn't even like... read the first post. Maybe I'll get around to that later and see if I want to make... something else. Probably not. XD

 

[Rorolina Frixell]

Alias: N/A
True Name: Richard Valdarim
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Affiliation: The Grey Order - Witch Slayer
Weapon: A double edged sword and a kite shield
Element: N/A
Appearance:

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Changing the spear for a sword btw


A somewhat aged man who has short, combed back greyed hair with a thick moustache, all of his body below the head is covered in white steel armour with a blue engraving design over it. In his left hand he carries a large kite shield three quarters of his full height while in the right he carries a double edged longsword. His eyes are dark green and he stands 6”4 in height, making him a fairly towering presence compared to the far younger witches.


Personality: A very dutiful man who doesn't allow his personal feelings interfere with his work. He is highly displeased with how he has to kill women at such a young age, curse or no yet he continues to do so as an act of mercy, so that in the next life they will be able to live a life of freedom from alienation and be no threat to anyone. To this end he makes it his mission in life to 'save' as many of the witches as he can.


Beyond the mission he feels strongly about people in their youth being brought into danger, partly caused by his displeasure of hunting young witches. As a result he acts as a protector to those in their youth brought into the battle zone, putting their life before his own. As in his opinion, young life is far too precious to waste over the mistakes of the old generation so he tries to keep the young as uninvolved in danger as possible for him.


In a more casual setting he remains relatively serious about his mission when around fellow knights, around people unconnected to them however he lightens up somewhat, appearing happier and relatively jolly, by contrast he is far warmer and friendly around people. As well as this he is adamant against drinking, believing any intoxication of the mind is a one way trip to a condemned second life. This stance remains for anything that has negative effects with little in the way of benefits to the body, making him definitely act in a manner befitting his age. Around those weaker than him or even helpless he acts much more sympathetic, be they a witch or a small child, showing some level of a fatherly air about him.

History: As a child Richard was drafted into the Order to serve the Grey Priestess in the fight against the black arts that corrupted the world. He was conditioned for this duty from a young age and through his Knighthood he was sent on missions to hunt witches, as he grew more experienced he began to stop making friends, as they died quicker than he could befriend them.


Though he wasn't a lone wolf by any means, he was somewhat less distant while he lacked the ability to keep his unit alive, he took these experiences to heart and grew to learn from them, strengthening his conviction to rid the world of the Witches that plagued it. Though not as an act of hatred, but one of mercy, an act of kindness to an unwillingly cursed people.


As his career continued in such a fashion he and his unit was put up against the Fire Witch, a formidable adversary, in particular in such a hot environment. And while the unit put forth it's best efforts, they simply could not beat the terrain advantage as their number fell rapidly till Richard was the only Knight left. Continuing the battle he found little in the way of rest between her barrage of flames, his shield being the only thing between him and immolation.


Slowly covering ground between himself and the witch he eventually stood within reach, with a swift riposte of a wave of her flame with his willpower he charged her before she could strike again, piercing her heart with his sword before laying her to rest, giving her a silent prayer for a better chance in the next life before leaving.


This however was not the end of the Witches, all he did was cut down one of their number, with the new rank of Witchslayer he was tasked with ending the lives of all that remained and restore peace to the world. Accepting these orders he took it upon himself to grant these poor young women a final mercy, with many years of combat filled with neither victory or defeat for him he kept his body strong for the next time a young women needed a swift death.

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Hopefully that's sufficient Marty, if anything needs changing/adding on, let me know

 

[Yaoi Master Gavin]

Ick. Cleaning up after relatives is a pain in the arse. If I'm lucky I've have my bio done by tonight. If I'm not, it will be tomorrow.

 

[Soulcorruptor]

Sorry it's taking me so long to get my bio up now. Got back from a small vacation yesterday and got work today. Gonna try and have it up after work tomorrow. More then likely I will change Ardith's personality some. Might also make him a bit older as I kinda liked him having use of more then one weapon, it's just to me the older he would be a bit the more knowledge/proficiency he would have with more then one weapon.

 

[Linnaete]

Artwork for Freya is up if anyone is interested, as are her character and battle themes.

I'm preparing to change her personality a little drastically as the RP progresses if that's alright. For the purposes of developing the character, I guess.

 

[Martel]

Steve, since we've discussed your character at length, you're accepted~

Artwork for Freya is up if anyone is interested, as are her character and battle themes.

On a minor note, we start tomorrow. We would have started on Monday, but I was requested to delay the RP until then. At that point, applications are closed, so if you want in, you have just under twenty-four hours to submit your bios. Even if I reject them, I'll tell you what is necessary to correct them and I'll let you in if we can work around it.

I've spoken to all of you who have been accepted, so we shouldn't clash with one another when it comes to personal plots, etc

Also, people may or may not be interested to know that I have completely sorted out the plotline for two more RPs to follow this one, but that with the way I've set things up, there will be scope for a fourth and perhaps even beyond that, if people are interested. But we'll burn that bridge when we come to it.

 

[Gaige]

Alias: Tristana
True Name: Devola
Age: 35
Gender: Gender
Affiliation: Witches
Element: Blood
Appearance: Tall and slender at five foot ten, Tristana strikes an imposing figure, with thick, lustrous black hair that extends to her middle back and an arched, elegant face that seems delicate to look at, yet is full of nobility and pride.

Her eyes, once blue, have grown red, the use of her powers going so far as to change the pigments in her irises. Her complexion is slightly pale, yet not stunningly so, and her lips are a deep red in stark contrast to this paleness.

She prefers long sleeved, feminine clothes rather than the casual trousers and t-shirts of the contemporary unisex fashion. She wears a long sleeved red shirt with floral patterns embroidered into the sleeves, the waistline extending below her waist. Over the top, she wears a black leather jacket that would remind one more of the 30s.

Below the waist, Tristana favors long dresses, preferably in red or black, and black high heels, completing the darker, more feminine fashion of Tristana.

Personality: Somewhat cold and distant, it takes a while for Tristana to warm up to most people, with her sticking to polite, cool responses to most people and downright cold responses to those she wants to get away from.

Not one to mince words, Tristana will bluntly and curtly tell someone exactly what she’s thinking, regardless of how hurtful or socially inappropriate it is.

When she’s actually angry though, her personality does a complete 180, and she’ll scream threats endlessly until she’s somehow silenced. She knows a variety of vulgar words to make even the most seasoned war veteran cringe, and will use these words to their maximum effect to make sure everyone in a ten kilometer radius knows she’s angry.

With a disdain for humans born from years of hiding and persecution, Tristana couldn’t care less about them. She won’t go out of her way to harm them, and will in fact help them if she has to, she won’t deign to be much more than polite to them at best.

History: Born to a family of three, Tristana lost her mother when she was at a young age, as a result of her youngest sister, Poppy, coming into the world. While Tristana’s younger sister was outright abusive to Poppy, Tristana found ignoring her was sufficient, and managed to detach herself totally from her younger sister.

This was the beginning of a shift in personality for Tristana, as the formerly clingy mommy’s girl became a cold, detached individual. She allowed her younger sister to torment Poppy, and simply ignored her cries and pleas when she was there, which started happening less and less as she grew up. She started going out with a bad crowd, doing drugs and trying alcohol from as young as fifteen.

When she finally received a visit from the Horned King at sixteen, she saw it as a chance for change, and left home shortly after, practicing her powers in alleyways and other discreet places until she was subdued by several figures that discovered her one day.

Waking up in a small, secluded area, she was interrogated, to which she responded with vicious, vulgar taunts and threats, before being bundled in a truck, kept under constant guard by a young Seeker around her own age.

Eventually, the Seeker actually ended up talking to her, and the two actually got along rather well. In fact, they got along a little…too well. One thing led to another, and a rather ruffled looking Tristana hopped out of the truck shortly after.

Upon this completion of events, Tristana decided to visit her home again. Having not watched TV or listened to the radio since she’d left home, she had no idea what was waiting for her. Her family had long ago died apparently, and her youngest sister, Poppy, nowhere to be found, a missing person, probably also dead.

Tristana then disappeared from history, and hasn’t been seen by any other Knights or humans to this day.

Character Theme: Song of the Ancients: Devola

Battle Theme: Struggle for Life- Trauma Team.

 

[Martel]

Just a couple of things, Diar

+ It'd be a Seeker around the age she was captured, rather than a Knight or Spiritwalker~
+ Poppy's bio has changed a little bit, so things don't quite add up: her father died of natural causes, and she went to live with her grandmother...although she killed both her and her sister, there is no sign of her being the culprit~

 

[Gaige]

This is what comes from copying and pasting my bio. XD Fixed, hopefully to a decent extent. I don't think I'll be reviving Hale for this incarnation though.

 

[Yaoi Master Gavin]

Alias: Darien Masters

True Name: Jason Harper

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Grey Order- Spiritwalker

Weapon: Staff

Appearance:

Darien is of slightly above average height (assuming 5’ 10” is average) and build, being just over six feet tall and about 145 lbs, with straight platinum blonde hair and aquamarine eyes. He prefers to wear his hair long inside the monastery where a number of other members of the order find themselves jealous of his near perfect locks, mainly women. When on a mission though, he makes sure to tie it back at the nape of his neck so it doesn’t get in his face, a sure hazard in a fight with the Wind Witch. He also has pale skin which can be prone to sunburn without precaution (estimated burn time is 45 min in direct sunlight without protection). Taking a page from the Middle Eastern peoples, he is always seen in long sleeved clothes regardless of the weather to prevent this.

In the monastery and on the battlefield, he wears a white robe with black and blue cloth accents. It has a number of hidden pockets and compartments containing a number of basic medical supplies (ACE bandages, sunscreen, antibiotic ointment, etc.) as well as a small notebook and book binding supplies. He wears no personal jewelry at all, believing that to be an easy target for the Fire Witch to use against him.

Personality: Darien is far from social, preferring to stay locked up in the library of whichever monastery he is currently at unless he is called upon or when it’s time to eat. That being said, he treats books, and really any sort of written work, like precious treasure, believing that the knowledge hidden away in them is worth far more than paltry trinkets. When he has the time, he takes it upon himself to repair books when he finds them in such a state to need it, taking no payment but accepting donations to the Grey Order. While some of the Grey Order may hold close to their heart a locket or ring of their lives from before, Darien has a New York Library copy of the first volume of “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.”

As a child, he idolized the master of deduction, subjecting every life problem he encountered to Holmesian deduction, which for a child wasn’t all that difficult. He has kept this as he has grown older and those who are familiar with Holmes’ tales can also see a similar antisocial behavior though it was unintended.

He is noticeably uncomfortable in large groups, something that makes operations with the order a touch troublesome. Thankfully, over the years, it’s gotten better but groups over ten people are not a good idea. It is for this reason that he tends to remain in the library. For those who care to pay attention, the signs that he is uncomfortable and thus somewhat compromised in battle are: wringing his hands, almost constant running of his hand through his hair, a clenching of the opposite bicep with a hand, thumbing his staff, and a slight swaying motion when he’s standing still (like a pendulum).

History:
Darien began as the son of a pair of lower middle class Americans, nothing special about him other than his love of Sherlock Holmes stories. Classic American story with normal angst, teenage depression, same old, same old. Or it would have been if not for an engine malfunction.

Both of his parents were of Germanic descent, both of whom had extended family in Germany. They had been saving money and planning the trip since his birth. Fourteen years later, on their trip across the Atlantic, one of the engines malfunctioned and the plane began losing altitude. The pilot turned toward Britain to make an emergency landing but the malfunctioning engine exploded, taking most of the wing with it. The pilot was unable to level the plane before hitting the water and the aircraft was broken in half. His memories reach a blank spot there.

He awoke on an embankment in London next to the River Thames to teh ministrations of CPR by an unknown person, a pair of seats and a soaking wet carry-on bag next to him. He was found by trio of the Seekers in the Grey Order who happened to be in town and walking nearby when one saw him. Soaking wet and staving, two of them took him back to the temple as the third went to inform the American Embassy. He spent close to two months in the temple as the American Embassy worked to both find his parents and, in the worst case scenario, find him an alternative place to stay.

With no sign of his parents or any definitive knowledge of a place for him with family, the temple offered to act as his foster home. Accepting the place that had taken care of him, he spent 2 years as an assistant, transcribing writings and effectively doing housework alongside the lower members of the order. In doing this, he began to gain an interest in the Grey Order and their fight against the Horned King, though more so in the reasons behind it all, especially the King’s reasons for gifting the witches with their powers.

At the time he decided to join the Grey Order, and has just recently become a Spiritwalker. Though he spent his years as a Seeker in the New York City temple, he has returned to the London temple and is remaining there for several months before returning.


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[Martel]

Works for me Diar, you're accepted~

Gavin, you are not accepted. When I say no, I mean no. If you want to be able to reflect attacks, that is fine, but for one thing, it is not a special ability - any Spiritwalker can do it if they want to, and for two, you cannot reduce the strain on your mental reserves, or alter your staff in any way to make it harder to destroy. Doing something like reflecting attacks will tax your mental reserves more than a standard barrier, because you'd need to focus on shaping the energy in a particular way, which is much harder to do that just blocking...not to mention reflecting a Witch's power back on themselves wouldn't do much anyway, since they control the elements. Turn a lightning bolt back on Alyss, for example, and she'd just turn it back around again, and good luck trying to deflect a small explosion from Emily in the middle of the day. I believe I've said all this before: I'm not against creative use of powers, but I AM against anything designed to give your character an advantage that they do not possess

 

[Soulcorruptor]

I hope I made this in time. just got off of work recently.

Name: Ardis

Eye color: Azure blue

Age: 34

Height: 5’6’’

Weight: 178 lbs

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Grey Goddess, Spiritblade

Hair color and length: Brown colored hair that is very short cropped in a military style way.

Has only about two inches of hair completely around his head. Attire: Wears dark red Swede boots that come up to his ankles. Has a pair of black pants, with the entire left leg missing actually, so his left leg is exposed from his knee cap down. Has an ornate silver chain on his right side of his waist that wraps around his sword sheathe on his left side of his waist, it is this way he can use his sheathe as a sort of weapon for his sword. His shirt is a crimson red and is also a full sleeve shirt. He also wears a golden necklace in the shape of a thunder bolt around his neck.

Weapons: A one handed four and half foot long katana.

Two individual nine inch long punching daggers(Katars). Wrist mounted they cover the back off his hands.

One short sword that is a foot and a half along, accompanied by a half foot long dagger.


Personality:

A caring and devoted friend, however his trust is hard to earn. Though once his trust is earned, nothing will stand in his way to protect his friends. He is mostly carefree and care little about politics and such. His strong sense of justice makes him turn no blind eye or ear for help, thus lays a weakness of his. Many times have some people taken advantage of this and often tried manipulating him to do dirty work.

At the same time he is also very strict and stern. He may even seem cross to some. This is more due to his weapons training then anything. With the route he chose in his training he was instilled with a very heavy sense of discipline and seeing others more aloft bothers him as he sees it as being careless.

Also he has found himself on the constant butt end of jokes for his caring nature. He has went after alleged thieves only to find the person in question and who asked for help laughing in his face. This has lead to a small self doubt in himself if he is truly worthy of being a knight. So some upon looking at him may take him for quite a meek person when in fact he is a bit retrospective.


First impression:

Upon first glance many people would think Ardis is a bit to serious. He almost never smiles and has what many call a constant grimace look on him. Though the way he holds himself says something different. He holds himself with an air of pride, one could assume he has seen many fights and some he barely walked away from.

History:
Ardis didn't have much growing up, he was a middle child of three siblings. Both his siblings were sisters. His older sister was seven years older then him and his younger sister three years younger then him. Their mother was the one who stayed at home. Since they lived with her parents who were now to old to take care of themselves their mother in a sense had to take care of five people when raising her children. Besides the occasional help his younger sister Alias gave their mother she did all the cooking and the cleaning. His older sister worked at one of the local bakeries and as such was hardly around. She was being trained to take over the shop one day, as it was more of a privately owned store instead of a chain business. Their father also had a touch and go job they kept him from home. He did contracting work for building repairs outside of town. So he was often gone four to five days a week.

So being the only male inside of the house he obviously got along with his grand-father really well. He would hear many stories of how his grand-father served as a knight. Since he was never informed as to what kind of knight Ardis always assumed it was one of the queen's guards to the country, and he just got to old so they let him go. Still hearing so many storied of honor and courage Ardis grew up with an idealistic view of the world somewhat. He hated seeing people being taken advantage of and the strong oppressing the weak. His life continued like normal until he was fifteen years of age a week from his sixteenth birthday. Ardis came home to a truly terrifying site, both his grand parents lied on the floor murdered. The rest of his family was away either working or out doing some shopping. Unable to take the sight before him he ran, he did not know where but he was stopped when he ran into a metallic like object. A loud thud was all he remembered before falling unconscious.

Ardis woke up a few hours later, the person he bumped into introduced himself as Din, a knight for the Grey Goddess. When Ardis told him his name the knight was shocked, he recently heard of the murder of his grandparents and went to investigate. Din then told Ardis that he knew his grandfather and that he used to be a former knight of the Grey Goddess. The reason why his grandfather left was he grew tired of the fighting and wanted a normal life. Din was actually trained by Ardis's grandfather in the ways of the sword. Now Din offered the same to Ardis after explaining to him it may have been a witch that killed him. Ardis was overwhelmed, all the stories his grandfather told him were true and now something from his past may have killed him. Ardis stayed silent for a moment taking in Din's words, and then he accepted.

There was only one problem though and Din told him this much. Even though it was only a week Ardis was still yet sixteen, and training could only begin then. Even if a case was posed on his behalf to let him in early Din doubted they would make an exception for him. So came they hardest trial in Ardis's life, survival. His family never returned and he feared something may have happened to them. He was left to fend for himself on the streets while a burning desire for revenge consumed him. It wasn't until a week later in all but the dirtiest of rags did he walk up to the temple. He was almost dismissed on the spot for his ragged, un-bathed and filthy appearance. The guards were about to turn them around yet when once again Din appeared almost but barely able to recognize Ardis. Nothing the determination in the boys eyes he asked him if he was sure this is what he wanted. It was with a firm shake of his head that then did Din grab a hold of the young Ardis's hand and lead him to a new life unknown to the boy.

Now after training for five years always working for some unseen goal he was 21 and hopeful to graduate. Soon he was brought before the priestess who deemed whether or not he would be worthy to become a spiritblade. After staring into his soul in which she sensed much hatred towards the witches, but at the same time the conviction not to let it blind him she said he was ready. Now even after joining the ranks in which he striven for so long he felt a little uneasy. He now had power to possibly contend with a witch but he felt that with only using just one weapon he would stand no chance. So it was with this that while he was on he hunt for witches he also sought out other forms of training. His efforts rewarded themselves in the results of two masters who taught unique forms of fighting. One master Jiad who used the Katars and the other Mary who used a even uniquer combo of a short sword and dagger. After spending almost ten years under them he finished. For him it was like being trained at the academy all over again. So much grueling work which he even considered harder then his time under Din.Though his efforts were rewarded when the masters presented him with a weapon each to their style of teaching. It was to honor the master acknowledging the student with enough skill to be worthy of using their style. With this new knowledge he finally felt confident in himself enough that he was worthy enough of what he represented, both as a knight and a pupil of his masters. The next three years he spent either trying to find his family who seemed to have vanished and or any information on the particular witch that killed them.Not being able to find anything he has come once again back in England for any information about the other witches.

Character theme. http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/index.php

Battle theme. Ok I couldn't decide between the two so i'm just posting them both.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVVGgal9dJM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTLfAa-9r70

 

[Martel]

Soul, for the moment, you are not accepted. I've dropped you a PM as to why, so we'll discuss it there~

In other news, the RP has now officially started! Applications are now closed, unless you're one of two people, so if you wanted to take part...too bad. You had a whole week to submit a bio. Those of you whose application forms I have not accepted can still take part provided you fix your bio before we get too far ahead.

 

[Amizon]

Martel said I could join. So here I am.


Alias
Jacob Smith

True Name
Jacob Ponter

Age
21

Gender
Male

Affiliation
The Grey Order – Knight

Weapon
Metal Rod

Appearance

Physically, Jacob is 6'3", broad-shouldered and muscular, fitting the description of tall, dark and handsome. He has brown, slightly wavy hair. His physique is well-built and he has a sturdy, "weighty" appearance. People always remark on his wise brown eyes, the one physical trait he shares with his twin sister Chloe.

A result of his good lucks (and sometimes solely because of them), Jacob is often the object of sexual desire for most of the women he comes in contact with. In spite of this attention, Jacob is generally oblivious to his attractiveness, and has never seemed to have much vanity or concern with his appearance at all (save for occasions where he was afraid of standing out or looking foolish). If anything, he wants to ensure that he fools people with his downgraded appearance to protect his identity as a Knight.

Jacob often wears t-shirts, jeans, a light brown jacket, trainers and glasses – the latter are essential for his civilian appearance, although he requires them for reading, anyway. He likes to appear as a mild-mannered University student to drive suspicions about his other life away. He is also always well shaven.

As a Knight, Jacob masks his identity with a black trench coat, purple shirt, bulletproof vest, black glasses, navy blue jeans, black boots and purple fingerless gloves. He also keeps his re-sizable metal rod in his coat pocket.

Personality
Jacob has a very complex personality. He has the kindness of his mother Alexia Ponter, and fighting spirit and determination of his uncle Robert Ponter. Because of his sheltered upbringing and traumatic past, he prefers to be silent and keeps to himself. Jacob believes that the ends justify the means, and is willing to commit crimes to achieve his goals.

He has been overcome with despondency in the past, going back and forth between a belief that his life has no purpose, and the belief that he could make a difference as a Knight. Jacob sometimes wears his emotions close to the surface and, as a result, can tend to be violent during outbursts. He is a very private person, keeping his own personal matters to himself, but can take an interest in other people's affairs.

Although Jacob is honest to others, he does not trust many people. He seems to be loyal to the Order, but does not seem to care for their personal goals other than the slaughtering of witches in the process. Jacob is fiercely determined for any cause he chases and will not stop at anything to get it.

Many would perceive that he is a broken young man with the world on his shoulders and a story to tell – or that he is generally quiet. Both of these perceptions are true. On the other hand, Jacob does not care for what people think of him and it is this unusual trait, he believes, that has gotten him far in the Order as well as his perseverance, strength and willpower. So far that he has become one of the rare early graduates into the Knights.

Despite fighting for a cause that he believes will save the world, Jacob also has a dark side that tends to appear frequently – he has a deadly temper that usually appears when he confronts a witch. Witches are the trigger, since they are the reason he joined the Grey Order. Sometimes his anger can help in a fight, however, it has usually been his downfall. It is the one trait that lets him down when hunting down witches and he has failed numerous times to control himself, resulting in seeking therapy to channel his anger towards the witch instead of losing control of his body's movements.

History
Jacob's life has never been easy. When he was four years old, his father was shot dead in front of his own eyes. Thus, he has grown up with his mother and sister Chloe, so he grew up quickly. This single incident many years ago would be the sole reason he is said to be wise beyond his years. When he was fourteen, Jacob dug into his history and discovered that most of his ancestors were killed during the Salem Witch Trials. His silent, but kind persona transformed into one of anger and fierce determination that gave him a new purpose: to seek out witches – and kill them.

Finding the Grey Order was not easy. But his perseverance won out and the Order accepted him. Working from the very bottom, Jacob's double life began. He had opted not to tell his family of joining the Order in fear that they would not understand it. Whilst maintaining both lives, he looked into the Ponter Journals in an attempt to understand Salem, the aftermath and the generations of the Ponter bloodline that followed. He would keep the Journals secret from the Order, in fear that they would see that he was becoming weak in his training.

Spending much time at the Order distanced himself from his family. At occasions such as Christmas, no one noticed this. In order to blend in accordance with his double life, Jacob carried on as normal to cast away any suspicions in his change of behaviour. His sister Chloe would notice he had changed, but would dismiss it as not being able to make friends easily at college and not being charismatic as she was. Jacob was grateful that she did not tell their mother, but worried that his sister could not see what had really affected him since she (apart from his mother) was the only person he ever cared for.

In a surprising twist of fate, the Order granted Jacob the rank of Knight very early just before he turned twenty-one years old. Now one step closer towards his goal, Jacob changed his attire to differentiate his two identities. He is a Ponter in civilisation, but in the world of witch hunting, he is a Smith. He believes he is a mere soldier in a war against the witches, but also summarises that everyone will have a specific role to play as time passes ... in a brave new world.

Both of these lives are on course to collide – but is the threat of this closer to home than he imagined? Or does it lie within the Order?

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[Martel]

I did indeed Ami, and you are accepted~

Upon further reflection, I'll keep sign-ups open until Friday. By that point, I imagine it'd be rather hard to fit people in; it'll take some time for people to meet up and for each of us to get going on what we've all planned etc, but I doubt it'll take any longer than that...yes, I am optimistic for how fast we'll be going, especially considering all the planning we've been doing~

But what I will say is that if you haven't been accepted by Friday, too bad for you. I will work with anyone whose profiles I don't accept to get them up to scratch, but I can't delay anything. Things are going to move, with or without you. If you don't get accepted...there is always the second RP. That might not be as far off as you think.

I've also added the Metal Witch in, which has been reserved for Ness~
...before anyone asks, that was my last witch slot, and I am not designing any more. There is the distinct possibility of a Spirit Witch in the second RP, but...we'll see.