"Unto Death, I steadfast"

Knightress Guard

The Knightress Guard are what some call.. An offense for a true defense. For fights done on enemy lands, save the citizens of the Imperium from befalling into tragedy, casualties, and suffering. Leaving home - Peaceful, able to conduct and do what they do- While the Knightress' go and do what they do. Gritty, and strong, absolutely skillful, and trained.

 

There are two main divisions in the Knightresss -

 

Love of Zephyraith; an alignment of Righteousness, conducting in a chaotic way of establishing Order by force and means of it, by an attunement to speed, and quick response to command.  Well known for response, and saving establishments within seconds, but also known to be reckless - However maintaining a low casualty rate for their own- Style; Powerful.

 

While the other, the Love of Fatalis; an alignment of Neutrality, a single step approach and decimation of One target, many befallen thereafter. Like Assassins, yet noble, and known, rather than not.. But upon meeting eye, was considered a sign of death, and Death it is- That soon followed within seconds was their style- Style; Surely death.

Gen. Command - Nayume

#Knight's Regiment

 

UNDER CONSTRUCTION -

 

Lord Knights are just that - Knights choosen under the Imperium Command in residing and overseeing over all the territories of the Empire - Each Lord Varying in different degrees, controlling and governing their own region, with each one having an attune of their own, with their own abilities, and leading their own usually self-made governments- All divine, and given right by the Imperium Command.

 

Lord Knights are just that - Knights choosen under the Imperium Command in residing and overseeing over all the territories of the Empire - Each Lord Varying in different degrees, controlling and governing their own region, with each one having an attune of their own, with their own abilities, and leading their own usually self-made governments- All divine, and given right by the Imperium Command.

 

Lord Knights are just that - Knights choosen under the Imperium Command in residing and overseeing over all the territories of the Empire - Each Lord Varying in different degrees, controlling and governing their own region, with each one having an attune of their own, with their own abilities, and leading their own usually self-made governments- All divine, and given right by the Imperium Command.

Knight Commander; 

llLavi

#Knight's Regiment

 

#Nayume // "Alistar LeFeuvre"

Alistair LeFeuvre was introduced to a poverty stricken life at an early age. Being the youngest member of a family out, he received nothing both hand me downs since they couldn't afford much. The basic needs such as water, food and basic supplies where sparse which had caused a fair share of black markets and outdoor to pop up in the small town. One main goal for everyone was survival and some done the unthinkable just to stay alive. The town was divided and so, the ones who actually cared about their neighbors enough not to plot against them, formed together to help less fortunate souls survive, even if it meant giving them the food they planned to eat that day or invited someone over for dinner. They created a community and this worked for a small amount of time.

 

Behind the shoddy curtains, this thriving community had many secrets they fought to keep hidden, preferring normalcy. One of them was the real nature of the LeFeuvre family, their bloodline and how their mother possessed unknown gift one of her offspring inherited. She knew this power would be sought after and a foreboding feeling constantly gnawed at her insides. She vowed to never tell a soul, not even her husband. And this worked, until one fatal evening. The annual festival was this time of year and the whole town crowded outside to partake in the momentary, joyous distraction that relieved them of their grief. All was well until a shriek sounded in the distance followed by cries of outrage and fear. The source was followed until a young boy was discovered. One who they never gave the time of day to because he was cursed with blindness. But there, floating above his hand was an amulet of water and suddenly, he became the unconscious object of hate, jealousy and greed. No one saw him a person anymore. He became an object to be taken advantage of. Since he was young, he was easy to manipulate and take advantage of. They stole his youth and innocence with all their constant demands, lecturing him if he said no. At first, it consisted of just making the town a better place but then greed consumed them and they wanted power.

Years later.

With nothing but tumble weed rolling around in this dessert like place, eerie silence filled this once large town. Many either fled the town or stayed, only to be haunted by a lingering sense of sadness that crept over the place. Even though the threat no longer roamed the streets, they didn't feel safe and locked their doors even at daylight. The ones who remained whispered many things and feared that something like this may be repeated. No one dared to speak of the horror that took place years ago, but rumors where spread about that a young child could beckon water with mere thought. Other rumors have it that the same person became eventually fed up with people manipulating him and slaughtered innocent people all out of sheer anger and insanity. Another rumor is that it drained his energy each time and he could no longer keep up with the requests and had to say no. People didn't appreciate that of course so they all planned an attack on his family in the middle of the night. Wanting to protect his family, it's said he took care of the riot by himself, but no child could do that, right? People say that his family was saved but no longer felt safe with him around and they out casted him, fearing him and seeing him as a monster. Still no more than seven years of age, he fled the town and began a new life, even joining the militia when he became of age since he wanted to get away and escape from his mundane existence. But that doesn't sound realistic right either, right? Either way, whatever the truth is, one thing is for certain that he prefers solitude and a bottle of scotch rather than the company of others.

Lt. Command - 

#Knight's Regiment

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