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Name: Kian Ignacy Isidore
Age: 27
Appearance & accessories: Kian has is a 6'6 with sharp features and a muscled body from his grueling training. He has a hardened, stoic look on his features majority of the time. He has brown eyes and a scar running down from his cheek to his chin and a bit into his neck from one of the battles he'd ridden into. His hair is jet black and reaches just under his eyes at the front whilst cut short at the back. His eyes are a golden amber color, seemingly adding to the intimidating and ever-scrutinizing look he seems to have. His pale skin is riddled with scars from previous encounters and battles.
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Powers/strengths: Kian's combat and weapon mastery is honed through years of training and battle. With precision and grace, he wields his weapon, anticipating every move of his opponent. His strategic brilliance and tactical acumen set him apart, making him a formidable force on the battlefield, inspiring both awe and fear in his foes. His weapons of choice are twin swords that were passed down through his family.
Country of origin: Auriel
Lineage (royal/noble/common): Noble
Personality traits: Apathetic and emotionless presentation, reserved and taciturn, disdain for court etiquette, reluctance to show vulnerability, impatient, cynicism from Military Experience, authoritarian, loyal, selfless, dependable, and always willing to help those in need.
Age: 27
Appearance & accessories: Kian has is a 6'6 with sharp features and a muscled body from his grueling training. He has a hardened, stoic look on his features majority of the time. He has brown eyes and a scar running down from his cheek to his chin and a bit into his neck from one of the battles he'd ridden into. His hair is jet black and reaches just under his eyes at the front whilst cut short at the back. His eyes are a golden amber color, seemingly adding to the intimidating and ever-scrutinizing look he seems to have. His pale skin is riddled with scars from previous encounters and battles.
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Powers/strengths: Kian's combat and weapon mastery is honed through years of training and battle. With precision and grace, he wields his weapon, anticipating every move of his opponent. His strategic brilliance and tactical acumen set him apart, making him a formidable force on the battlefield, inspiring both awe and fear in his foes. His weapons of choice are twin swords that were passed down through his family.
Country of origin: Auriel
Lineage (royal/noble/common): Noble
Personality traits: Apathetic and emotionless presentation, reserved and taciturn, disdain for court etiquette, reluctance to show vulnerability, impatient, cynicism from Military Experience, authoritarian, loyal, selfless, dependable, and always willing to help those in need.
Nothing but the sound of footsteps and hushed whispers echoed through the large hallway, steel boots meeting the ceramic floor. The sound of metal clanking echoed as the knights marched through, everyone quickly rushing aside and making them way.
A towering, helmeted man led the group through, two swords attached to his back with a very known, carved handle - marking him as an Isidore. The handles had intricate designs carved in the metal, a large blood ruby at the end. The whispers followed them as they walked through, all sorts of rumors thrown around by the castle's caretakers. The man didn't appear to give them any mind as he approached a large, golden arch with two sets of metal doors that had gold engravings with gemstones strewn all throughout. The group came to a halt before the doors.
"Kian Isidore and division 54, your honor." A loud voice announced as the heavy doors swung open with a resounding creek, revealing the large throne room before them. Silence fell through. At the far end of the room, upon a raised dais, sits the golden throne with spears made out of gold lining all around. The knight at the front led the group in, passing rows of gilded chairs whereupon advisors and nobles sat. At the steps of the dais, the knights knelt down and stayed there, not a single muscle moving.
"Rise." A booming voice thundered, resounding with power and authority. The voice of a man used to being obeyed. The knights rose on their feet once again. The commander of the knights took his helmet off, revealing his sharp features and hair that fell down near his eyes. His amber eyes settled on the king. "Your grace, the battle has been a success. The enemy is no more." Kian said curtly, holding his helmet beneath his arm.
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