Thread: Knight Shame: Yellow eyes and Ten Rings (Absinth/Lagertha)

Red. Everywhere red. Thats all Daniel could remember of the night he was found. For months after the Monastery had taken him in, he refused to speak. He seemed diligent in his studies, but almost seemed like a puppet. He hadnt screamed in pain when his powers were stripped from him. Not a word of complaint as he was subjected to training that made most of the weaker children cry and beg for it to stop. Most of the students seemed to think that the Monastery had made him into some kind of ghoul, a mindless puppet without a soul or a will of its own. That was the rumor until they began the combat trials, pitting each student against the other. Daniels first opponent had gone in expecting a completely passive mannequin of a person, and had been laid out within seconds of starting. Daniel hadnt even used the training sword they had been issued, throwing it aside and punching his opponent square in the face hard enough to send him to the ground. His only statement was something along the lines of You need to spend more time being raised by wolves, kid before he left the room. Afterwards he became well known for following the rules to the letter, bending them just far enough that he wasnt breaking them himself. His studies went well, and over the course of the next 3 years, he was at the top of his class and fairly well distinguished in his own right. It seemed that, not only was he following his fathers footsteps, but he was following them in his own way. He was less prone to brash actions, less prone to talking back, and certainly less unorthodox in his methodology. ----------------------------------------- A girl? Really? Thats huh. That is fairly interesting Daniel stated. He and a fellow knight in training, a young man by the name of Mason Eugene Seymour, were settled outside in the early morning. Daniel was lazing back against a tree while Mason was picking apples from the highest branches of it. I hear shes like you. Has so many powers that they had to make more than five rings Mason stated Right, but I only got five of mine back, not that Ill ever see the other ones He responded What about the uh yknow? I still have my fathers rings, yes He stated, sighing heavily as he tipped his head back against the tree Not that I have used them, or that I think I can. I kinda assume that theyll reject me Mason dropped down from the tree, landing in a crouch as he tossed an apple at Daniel, stating Im sure itll be fine, but you know their rules. Besides, I heard that the powers in these things were linked to the person who owned them, and that they die when their owner dies Sure, but how much can we trust these people? --------------------------------------------- Their first class of the day was held in the sparring rooms. It was a large stone box with eastern finery adorning the walls. Silk drapes, silk cords strewn around them to pull the cloth away from the boards to reveal all sorts of weaponry held on ornate hooks. The weapons were fastened, so new students couldnt take them down and harm themselves. All of the male students wore more or less the same thing, with variations of color depending on preference. White, black, or grey robes over basic cotton shirts and pants of varying colors. No shoes, no gloves, no guards. Most of the students in the class had been forbidden from using guards for quite some time. If they could not fight in such a way to avoid grievous injury, then they simply needed to train more. Daniel was leant against a wall, arms crossed over his muscular chest. Out of all of the students, he was probably the most scarred, the marks reaching from his wrists all the way to his back, chest, stomach, pelvis, thighs and legs. Every student in the class had seen them, and knew that someone had done these things to him when he was very young, shortly before joining the monastery. Who, or what, had done these things, he refused to comment. Overall, he was the tallest in class at 64, and probably the biggest overall it seemed being fairly muscular. He allowed his hair to grow out around his shoulders in a more or less cascade of black hair, and his eyes were an unusual shade of yellow that had really only ever been observed in the Carver family. Sometime today would be nice. Some of us are actually trying to do well here someone among the crowd grumbled, earning a few laughs here and there within the room. Mason stood silently by Daniels side, almost as tall as him with brown hair and maroon colored eyes. Soon enough, their instructor entered and introduced their newest classmate.