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Victory always comes with a Price ?? Valien Fael ?? ' THE ELDEST KNIGHT ' ??? B eneath the title. Windwalker, Myrmidon, The White Knight, Vali Only to my friends ??? T he years come and go. Twenty-five ??? T he start of our existence The Fifteenth of October. ??? B attle of the sexes. Male ??? G ender is nothing more than a label I only have eyes for the opposite gender. ??? H ow high is high. Five feet Eleven inches ??? A ren't we all the same deep down. I am human... I think at least. ??? T here is no other I am servant to Good ? ?? g ? ? ??? A place to get lost Grey ??? D ivinely my own. Silver ??? M irror mirror on the wall. I grew up in the harsh northern climes in a cold monastery, I look so different from others, with the color of my hair and eyes as well as the pallor of my skin. For years this put me off a little, made me feel different. My hair is a shimmering length of silver, a color that reflects the sun and always seems to be pushed backwards by an errant breeze. The silky strands catch the sun at times, seeming to make them glow in the light, adding to my appearance, for some reason, my hair never seems to get too messy when I engage in combat, always flowing straight or in an elegant mass on my head. My body is well sculpted, Years of training have given me toned muscles all over, I occasionally caught several of the queen's attendants staring at me. I bear many scars, a large one tracing a diagnal across my chest, from when the bandit leader slashed me, one across my right shoulder, granted from a wolf during my days in the army, and finally one in my back, given to me by none other than the treacherous Knight, attacking me from behind like the coward he is that was the only time he was able to hit me. Recently, my looks have become marred by pallor, a sickness has begun festering inside me, and the dark circles that often appear in my eyes tell stories my otherwise healthy attitude betrays, sleepless nights spent watching over my comrades. I have yet to see someone who looks like me, I never knew who my parents were, being abandoned at birth and left for adoption by mountain villagers who looked nothing like me. My most glaring physical features are my hair and eyes. Almost ruby red in color, they stand out amongst the pale background of my face. ? ? Intelligent Brave Modest Reserved Loyal Chivalrous ??? T he real me. My element reflects my attitude. The air is serene and stable, gentle at times, yet at other times fierce and strong. I keep a stable head at all times, as conjuring my powers takes much concentration, as do striking out at my targets. I need to act as a stabilizing element amongst my companions, who can be anything but stable. I tend to keep to myself, there are something I just can??t let out, I hold my emotions to myself and I am not incredibly outspoken unless something needs to be said. I often make decisions for our group, but I ask them for their opinions before doing so, a leader needs to know these things before he performs these actions. I do smile and laugh, but I do not have much of a sense of humor, I don't take jokes all too well, though the younger and female knights are both good at making me laugh. I like to be happy of course, but recently it has been just hard. Finally, my loyalty to my friends is my best quality I would do anything for my friends, even in my plans, I am careful to take risks, I will happily give my life to ensure their safety. Since the Fallen Knight??s betrayal I have become less trusting. I am careful around the outsiders, the vampire and the elf, their loyalties aren??t assured, and they could even be spies, I cannot trust either of them fully until they earn that trust. ??? T he past is history. I was raised in the north, in one of the coldest places in our world that humans could inhabit. I never knew my parents, and the surrogates weren??t that pleasant. I was raised in the north, in a cold mountain village etched into the mountainside. The village elder, my adoptive father told me that he found me on his doorstep as nothing but a babe, the kind elderly couple took me in, and with the aid of the other villagers raised me in the cold north. I was a little explorer for a while, blissfully unaware of my powers, I liked to journey up to the Hylamoran monastery and watch the warrior monks that lived up in the mountains train and spar with each other. I befriended these monks, and they even gave me a training sword and taught me some basic sword techniques. I was of course thrilled, but at the same time Life in the village was comfortable, but still, I was never really happy, the villagers looked at me differently, my pale skin and silver hair was different than them all, as they had dark hair and fair skin, I felt like a black sheep? well, actually a white sheep amongst black lambs. The villagers always looked at me oddly, though the monks never did, sometimes, I even doubted that I was really human. I was eight years old when I lost my first family. The raiders attacked without any provocation during the dead of the night while the village??s protectors, the monks were away. The villagers didn??t stand a chance as the brutal attackers killed them all, burning the buildings as they went. My adoptive father was one of the last to die, attacked by a tall, evil looking man who ran him through with a sword. I charged the man with my training sword, though the man easily disarmed me and slashed me across the chest, I still bear the scar to this day, that was when the storm picked up, my emotions went out of control and everything went dark. The monks found me in the rubble, the elder, in one last action, shielded me with his own body as the building collapsed around us. I bear the scars from that day in my soul, I lose control when restrained or if I am trapped in an enclosed area. The monks dug me out and it took almost two years to get me to speak again, but the monks helped me, and trained me more. Once I recovered I began training I wanted revenge, I wanted to destroy them. I learned quickly, and the monks helped me harness the ability I had first shown when I was eight. They taught me how to harness the wind. Once my training was complete, I left, in pursuit of the bandits that had killed my family, when I found them I killed them, without mercy or remorse, I found them doing bad things to people I assumed were slaves, so I cut them down with my blades, special blades the monks were told to keep for a very special person. I proceeded to free the slaves, and they were stunned, I was a boy, no older than fifteen years old, and he had defeated a greater number of bandits and freed a group of slaves single handedly. One of the captured was a noble, who invited me to the castle. When I met the queen, I saw that she had a heart more pure than any other. I joined her service immediately. Soon I met the other knights, at first I was cold, I had lived by myself and with a sect of closely knit warrior monks for a time, and again I felt like a foreigner, though I was. In the time spent with the other knights during their training, The Treacherous knight was my best friend during that time, and the Female Knight always tagged along like a little sister, we all grew close, and with our unique gifts, we excelled. When the youngest knight joined, I took him under my wing and the four of us became fast friends, eventually becoming knights, the queen??s personal guard. During that time I quickly gained fame as the Queen??s knight, and was joined by my companions in her service as the four Knights of the Queen. The queen acted like the mother I never had, she was kind to me and accepted me as her vanguard, her personal guardian and most loyal knight. I served at her side with lance and sword, and though my enemies began calling me the queen??s dog, I killed them as quickly as the rest. The betrayal hit me hard, the man I called my brother sided with the king and killed the queen, by that time I had become skilled with my powers, I fought the Traitor, but I was forced to retreat when the king arrived. We have been in hiding since, hated now by the people. ? d ? ??? I 'm used to it Whenever my emotions flare, it gets windy, I need to keep them under control at all times, unless I want to demolish everything around me. The fury of the wind is unmatched, so I must control my own fury or face the consequences. Lately, I have taken to smoking, it helps me relax, though I know it destroys me on the inside, It isn??t an uncommon sight to see me pull out my pipe after a fight or when I am stressed. I don??t want to know what the others feel, so far only the youngest has spoken up about this, worrying about my health when I do so. ??? R aindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Sleeping Wide, open spaces Being with the other Knights The other two knights Flying through the air Freedom ??? W hen the dog bites. The King The Traitor Combat Being forced into hiding ??? W hen the bee stings. Enclosed areas The Pain ? ??? ?? ? ? ??? F eel my wrath. I am a master of the air, able to control the flow and power of the wind itself. Many underestimate the power of the air element, but that is usually the last mistake they make... The element of air is balanced and flexible it has methods for attack, and for defense. Wind makes my movements easier and allows me to soar through the air if I need to. To defend myself I prefer to evade my foe's attacks than deflect them. My element is also everywhere, meaning it is nearly impossible to deny me of my power short of suffocating me. My favorite use of this power is to imbue myself with the element, making me fast as the wind. I can easily evade attacks and strike many times with the speed and agility I gain through the infusion. This ability has granted me the title Windwalker. This ability allows me to quickly and easily dispatch a number of foes without any possibility of harming innocents, something I have sworn never to do. A second use of this power is to imbue my swords with the power of wind, making them sharper than any blacksmith could hope to achieve. The power of Air also has more destructive uses. I can summon storms cyclones to my whim, Gale force winds ripping apart my enemies, literally tearing them asunder with the speed of the winds and the debris, I can create blasts of air by focusing it to a point and releasing it, I can even suck the air around me or a target, creating a space with no air at all, my most dangerous ability however, is my ability to create blades of wind that rend my enemies to pieces, nearly invisible and as fast as winds, I will use these as a last resort or to finish a huge number of foes as quickly as possible. I come up with more uses at times for this... but the strain... the strain is too great to use it continuously. ??? C ower beneath my blade. I wield two sibling blades, both slender, curved scimitars that are favored by the monks of the north. These blades are named Sol and Luna and are my companions at all times, as I never go anywhere without them. My swordsmanship is spoken of all over the land and later in my years as a knight enemies would flee in terror upon even seeing me draw one of these blades. I often use only one of the blades, Luna, unless I find myself outnumbered or against a greater number of foes. I also wield a spear at times when I am on the move, mounted, or airborn. My spear is more suited for more elementally based attacks and is a little slower than the blades, though just as deadly, it is my mastery of these two weapons that make me a paladin. ? ? ? ??? T his connection is deep. The other two knights are the only family I will ever need, I love them both as I would a brother or a sister. We have spent so long with each other, and both look up to me as their leader. The youngest knight is someone I know I can rely on, he has been with us since he joined us, and the two of us are inseparable, his youthful spirit and valiant behavior always brighten s my days. I feel the same for the Female Knight, she can make me laugh, and I like being close to her. Both of them need me, and I need them, that is how family works isn??t it? The vampire??s antics have only proven to be amusing so far, he means no harm and I don??t think he is actually interested in our female companions, but so help me if he tries something, I will send him back to the grave myself. The elf stays to herself, much like me, we have a lot in common, but I still don??t know her, and I can??t fully trust her. She has been somewhat kind. ??? Y our sound of death. Nightwish Ghost Love Score ??? F ulfil your curiosity. After the queen died, a pain has begun growing in my chest. I smoke to try to ease this pain, but after battle it get??s just a little bit worse. I hide this from my allies, I don??t want them knowing about this, but I fear that some time the pain will become too great. I do not know what this pain is, but it scares me. I fear that whatever is causing it will overtake me if I strain myself too much. ??? S how them proudly White Silver , Slategray Sincerely yours, Midnight. I need to edit the appearance and personality, I suck at describing those and I am not sure I am doing the character justice. I can also fix anything that needs to fix, though right now... I am too tired...