Firo_Procheniezio
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(Well since i'm kinda late this post will be a little longer so i get at least a semi logic entrance) - About 4 days ago - Valen had been the blacksmith for some time now and every so often he would get visitors which knew a bit to much for his liking. Today was no different as he was tasked to fix the armor of one of the holly knight apprentices. It had been quite the drag having to make sure the apprentice would not figure out who he was but even tho he took several mesures to ensure his identity was secret the knight figured out. It was one of those annoying power house types who simply wanted to get a little self esteem by doing something beyond their abilities. "Tell ya what. I'll let you go do as you please but I want something in return." The knight smirked knowing that one way or another he held the advantage. "Name it." Valen said in reply. "Well Let's make this simple. I want a promotion and i want it fast. Best way right now would be to capture or kill one of the seven." The tone he used was in fact so iritaiting Valen might as well have chopped off the mans head. With a deep breath all he could do was ... Chop off his head. "In your dreams." He ramarked before begining to pack up. Should he stay here any longer the villagers would be in danger. Once more he had to leave a place he held dear. As sutch right now it would be best for him to vanish in a crowd ... 'Chamelot it is.' He thought to himself. - Right now - He arrived at the gates of one of the more well known cities Chamelot. Upon arriving he saw a gigant girl yelling at the gatehouse. Talk about a first sight. Now he slid one hand over his blade in case anything should happen ... again. He wore a mask covering his lower face just in case anyone would know him. He simply stood by the gigant as she yelled as there really was no reason to do otherwise. (hope thet that's a decent enough link ... I just had 0 ideas on how to get him to move otherwise)
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I am interested however should this table function similar to the last. A gathering as such is bound to be limited by the previous is it not? Also i see that many of the old knights are returning some even in the same random seats *looks at the muffin man* Wont this theoretically end as the previously mentioned gathering?
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It has trully been to long since i sat at a table. (there were mostly non-table tables) Should you have me I will retein my old seat of chivalry and As far as protection goes I will protect my chastity Ahem ... All those who abide by a code of honor. Also all those who speak in sutch fancy tones as I... That's about it. And feel free to call me by my old name sir lancer. Also It's nice to see you again yuya I had thought oblivion had already taken you and your enthusiasm with you.
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"Well genius i'd think of it like this. A person who desperately wants to control his powers and probably doesn't know the concept of overuse. I'm thinking he went out for popcorn." Drake said sarcastically. It was getting on his nerves that so far he's been cleaning up others messes. Right now however there was also the thing about control junk going on so he somehow remembered what it was like when he still had pyrokinesis. It was indeed fun being called the god of fire by a group of morons wiling to go to the extreme but then again it was his own fault for doing that. "Actually let's just get this over with I have a bad feeling about power usage especially pyrokinesis." He finally sighed after a short pause. There was the initial grouchy face but eventualy he returned to the bored expression he had before. It's not like he is responsible for anyone. Also a big part of thepathokenesis was the whole temperature sensing thing. As logic dictated follow the trail and you'll get to him. The explosion outside made it painfully obvious where he was. He Walked up to the door like it was the most tedious thing in the world then turned to Sickle. "You coming?" That was the last thing Drake said before walking out towards where the explosion was earlier.
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well the guys are in team blue and girls in team red. Also your char was taken to the infirmary just to be safe and that's about it.
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Drake finished up the stuff on the boat and left for registration. (not before using ash to crush the mini radio). The registry went smoothly and joy of joys he got the one who overreacts and the one he wanted to outright kill. Still he went through the procedure and got the necklace and armband. On his way he immediately felt a change in the temperature close by which meant one thing pyrokinesis. Now normally he would say : "i don't care." and leave but something in his head said: "help the poor guy out." he went with the normal response and left towards the cabin. The arrowhead didn't seem to have much of an effect on him but regardless he kept it on. The armband however was a bit annoying. He entered the cabin seemingly the first aside from Sickle. He walked down and threw his bag on the bottom bunk closest to the window. "Hey Sick. (nickname assigned to sickle) Tell me something. These things limit or just control our powers?" He finally spoke in a sighing tone as if he was exhaling for a long time. "Also might wanna check on Sakaku." As he said that he stared at the bunk above pondering something. Now gazing upwards he stretched his hand upwards and started gathering ash. In a matter moments there was enough for him to shape a Night table above his bead out of hardened ash. On said place he placed the tool box he carried around holding on to the first aid in case ... Well i case a repeat happens.
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Name: Valen Ciadel (formerly known as Sanres Tinid) Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: depending on the situation his personality can quickly shift. During any non serious work he acts like there isn't anything in the world that matters. At that time he is nice albeit a bit on the 'It's not really a priority' way. Most of the time however he is in a machine-like state. At that time he is a cold merciless and ruthless person favoring the simple logical and pragmatic solutions. Even so he does have some sort of affinity for helping kids even in this state. Apart from that the only emotions he shows are anger and the calm face he usually has on. Sometimes (very rarely) he reaches a state where he completely turns into a joker and actually smiles. Occupation: blacksmith, cook and rarely herbalist Race: Human Bio: He was born to a very traditional merchant family always wanting to climb up the social ladder. There he was the family project. He was taught an incredible amount of things from the age of 2 onward. He was subjected to day log lectures and grueling physical exercises so that he may be the symbol of the family. Indeed he showed no potential at first but as the years passed he became exactly what they were hoping for. Even so the parents had already arranged a marriage several years in advance. This would mark their coming to power since it was a girl from a noble family. When Valen finally understood what his family wants he ran away from home at the age of 10. From there he joined the army as a trainee but soon proved his youth to bear incredible fruit as his skills with the blade were nearly unmatched. Battlefield after battlefield he continued to impress and succeed. It was only a matter of time before the soldiers saw him as their role model. It was here on the battlefields that he shed the last tear of his happy self. Now his view was the ideal for any lord wanting control: a skilled, heartless dog ready to do their every bidding. By the age of 14 he was already holly knight material and as such was approached to take on that exact position. And so he spent two years as a holly knight in which he preformed massacre after massacre. Soon he was the symbol of fear instead of the hero he was at first. Beyond that point his knowledge came to be a bit too great as he knew several secrets of the lord. Thus he was sent on a suicide mission where he would face several other holly knights. Of course he was no match so defeat was assured. Along the way he received a fiver but continued his march regardless. The illness was indeed great and the side effects were hallucinations. Along the way he reached a point where he would nearly die. But at this moment came a shocking revelation of his past life. Along the way a fragment of his former self told him tat this has gone on long enough. And somehow he saw all the people he had killed. This weight was too much for him to bear and so during the confrontation he faked his death and escaped to the wilderness where he began working as a blacksmith. It is here that he decided to atone for what he had done. Weapon: You can see the sword on the pic. A long sword with a golden pattern and a mirror image at the hilt. The blade itself is made out of blueish steal and doesn't have a scratch on it. Abilities: Water creation-Can create water out of thin air. Depending on the amount it can exhaust him if he overdoes it. Water manipulation-Can control water to do whatever he wants. This includes launching it in high velocity and potentially create tidal waves large enough to level a city (once more not only does this exhaust him but it has a probability of killing him) Healing waters-Can use water to heal illnesses and close wounds outside of the body or inside. (nothing for broken bones doe) Enhanced speed- Through time and trial he managed to get his speed to godlike but only for short bursts of time. (does not exhaust unless used irregularly.) Enhanced acrobatics- His body has been subjected to incredible training and been chemically altered so he possesses superhuman agility and reflexes. Theme(optional):
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'Oh brother ... Do i just ask to get employed here as a medic or something.' He thought to himself. Again he pulled out the water bottle this time putting in some sort of yellow powder. Then he closed it and shook it a little so the water got a yellowish tone. Now he gave it to Sakaku and said "Drink it slowly and in small sips. Should you try to show off again i swear to god ..." He halted there. He also had this demonic aura about as if he was intent on killing. Soon that was suppressed. What was he their mother or something. Again the time he spent in the slums made him act on impulse. Drake then sat down again assuming his previous relaxed position hands behind his head. 'Goddamn it why do i always take care of everyone.' He thought to himself then looked at his hands. This incident actually made him want to use his power as well but that was a temptation he was used to resisting for a while now. They should be arriving soon enough doe.
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"i guess that's that with the waking up stuff." Drake backed away from Satchel. There was something about everyone's reactions to the commoner statement that just made him think: 'Who cares anyway.' He took the rag he had used for an ice pack and stuck it into a plastic bag he had brought with him. In all honesty he hated anything to do with first aid and It was originally meant only for him. There was also the question of running out of bandages and stuff tho that might be replaceable with herbs. So so far what he saw was not very comforting on the whole control aspect but it didn't really matter. Moreover something was different. It may have just been him but a very interesting vibe was coming from Sakaku. If anyone he seemed to be quite the interesting guy. "Tell me something. While you were unconscious your breathing was heavy and pulse ran wild. It wasn't exhaustion i can say that much. What exactly caused that?" Drake asked. He had a feeling that it will probably come in handy later on like the whole unconscious thing.
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Drake listened to the girl paying an interest in the mouse roast which did bring out a chuckle. Afterwards the whole what about you thing was imminent. Best bet was to simply get it out of the way. "It's not all that personal just one of the many things i like to lay off." He made a number of gestures along the way but in the end most ended up as comical byproducts. "Well the thing with my story is that..." He was cut off when someone crashed into the boat. Well that was a waste of a conversation. "I'll get back to that later." He said to Kasumi before getting out a water bottle and a rag from the first aid kit in his bag. Also some of the ice in his bottle was still in the process of melting "Duty calls." He sighed and walked over to Sickle. "Get out of the way. I got this." He wrapped the ice into the rag and tied it together then put it on his forehead. Next up he gave a quick look at the limbs and ribs to see if anything was broken. "Apporiton eh ... Yo couns how long does it take for someone to wake up from this kind of thing? It might be good to know in the future." Drake turned to Sickle . There was a good probability that this would happen again especially if nobody knew how to restrain themselves.
