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William Clarence

"A knight is sworn to valour..."

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a character in “The Knights of a New Age”, as played by Robinwing

Description

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6ft 3"
Occupation: Swordsman - Knight. He's worked any number of odd jobs, mostly physical labour or running errands.

Appearance: William has warm hazel eyes, and an easy smile. He has scruffy stubble along his jaw, the same dark brown as his floppy hair. He may be a bit rough and scruffy, but he certainly has sent many village lasses giggling into their hands, he's quite a handsome fellow. He's fairly muscular, with broad shoulders, but also quite lean, since his muscles were built for manual labour rather than for show. Hard work has also roughened his hands, more so than his sister's hands. He has a selection of scars, chronicling an active lifestyle, and a few foolish ideas that he came to regret. Namely that one time he climbed into an orchard that turned out to have a guard dog.

Usually, William will be wearing a grey shirt, slightly patched black trousers, and hardy boots, much like Amity. However, he wears an unfastened leather jerkin, rough, well worn gloves and a pair of leather bracers on top of the outfit. He also wears a belt similar to Amity's, though instead of a quiver, he has a sword at his hip, and it doesn't have the same buckle. Instead, he wears an identical pendant, shaped like a shield and emblazoned with a wolf. William's sword is a plain affair, but it's clearly well made and high quality. It has a bright blue hilt and a barely visible shield shape pressed into the handguard.

William very rarely changes his overall style. He sometimes removes the jerkin if it's warm, but like Amity, he only wears a cloak if the weather demands it. He never removes his pendant, and very rarely his swordbelt. He does have a formal outfit, that he only wears to special occasions under duress from Amity. This formal outfit features a dark blue shirt, grey trousers, and his usual boots, though carefully cleaned beforehand. He'll usually still wear his swordbelt, and will have his pendant tucked into the shirt.

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Personality: William is a bit of a joker. He's friendly, and a bit of a flirt, though he doesn't really mean anything by the flirting. To him, it's just another version of being friendly. He enjoys anything funny, and never likes to take things too seriously, except for one thing. He always tries to be noble and honourable, he likes to live by the code his and Amity's mother taught him, but he's very easygoing about it. However, he's also got a streak for mischief, and enjoys poking fun at certain types of people, mostly very serious people. He can be impulsive, and sometimes a little bit too direct, but he means well. William likes to tease people, but he sometimes doesn't understand that there are buttons that he should not press. In fact, that could be said about most things he does. When it comes to outside forces, however, William is very protective of his friends and family. He may not have his sister's touch with nature, but he is much better with other people.

On the other hand, William does not forgive easily. He doesn't like being in situations where there's nothing he can do, he doesn't react well to being helpless, or weak. This can raise problems where he doesn't like to seek help, even when he needs it. He's got a pretty big bone to pick with the Genius, having travelled around enough to see exactly who her reign has harmed, and how. He wants to help change things, make people's lives better. However, he can sometimes start thinking it's that simple, even though part of him knows it isn't.

Magic/Abilities: William has no magic, but he is a skilled swordsman, and physically quite strong. In battle, he is extremely good at reading what his opponents are about to do, bordering on precognition, and in turn can encourage his opponents to accidentally put him at an advantage. He follows a code of chivalry, such as never fighting an unarmed person, or striking someone who is unaware of his presence, however he can be quite cunning in battle. He has some survival training, but much less than Amity, and he also knows quite a bit about fixing things, like carts and roofs.

History: William has a vague half-memory, of a tall, strong man, who had all too much cruelty in his heart, fighting his and Amity's mother, blade to blade. However, this memory is ephemeral at best, and either way, he vastly prefers the more solid memories of his life after he was taken in by his and Amity's mother. He has a very strong feeling that their mother is a much better person than that man.

Amity and William have never stayed in one place too long. Since they took in William, they lived with their mother out of a wagon, with about 7 other small families forming a large nomadic family. While it didn't take the pair long to realise that William was adopted, they agreed at a young age not to acknowledge that fact, treating each other as they had always treated each other. William soon after realised that the way their family lived was not quite normal, that travelling from place to place in old wagons, hiding various antique trinkets, all baring the same coat of arms, amongst them, and practicing swordsmanship, which their mother taught to William, despite whispers from passerby about it being 'outdated'. When William turned 13, their mother explained why to him and Amity. They've kept the secret to themselves ever since. As far as they're concerned, all anyone needs to know is that their caravan trundles into town when it needs to, and leaves the same night.

What was the secret? That's for me to know, and you to find out!

A knight is sworn to valour
His heart knows only virtue
His blade defends the helpless
His might upholds the weak
His word speaks only truth
His wrath undoes the wicked

So begins...

William Clarence's Story

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William sat in the front of the trundling wagon that carried himself and his mother, who was sitting in the back. Night was beginning to fall, bringing with it darkness, and a distinct gurgle from the region of the scruffy young man's stomach. The wagon they rode in was one of seven in the convoy William and Amity had been raised in. Each wagon was unique, personalised by years of use and wear, but it was easy to tell at a glance that they all belonged alongside each other. The occupants of these wagons were a mismatched group, yet looked at each other and acted as though they were a close knit family. As far as they were concerned, such was the truth.

Amity walked beside the scruffy grey clydesdale that pulled the wagon, whom was lovingly christened Salty when he joined the small group of wanderers. The other horses were similarly well loved, but well exercised as well, and all in need of a trim soon. Amity broke off a ways, until she stood on a rocky bluff looking down the path the wagons were on.
"We can't get there before dark." She called back over her shoulder, jogging back over. She hopped into the wagon through the front, forcing William to dodge out of her way and yell in teasing annoyance. Inside the wagon was draped in heavy blankets to ward away the chill of winter nights, and pillows to soften the ride. It also contained wooden boxes and various necessities and knick knacks, including Amity's bow. On the back steps, Amity and William's mother tapped her chin.
"Then it'd be best to set camp before it gets too dark." She stated.

William took Salty's reins and halted him, while Amity darted past her mother out of the back of the wagon. She went up the line, relaying her mother's orders and helping people organise themselves. The wagons pulled off to the side of the road, using the bluff Amity had stood on as both a lookout post and a shield to the elements. They were arranged in a semi-circle, open end facing the road, horses tied so that they were safely between the wagons and the bluff. A fire was built in the centre, thankfully just before night fell in earnest, and the wanderers sat around. A few children soon poked their heads out of a couple of wagons, before joining their parents around the fire.

William had taken first watch, sitting up on the bluff, sharpening his sword. He stared at the distant lights of the city, and could have sworn he could hear shouting on the wind. He shook his head, thinking it was just his imagination, and tried to resume his watch. However, he couldn't help but think about where they were headed.
"If I can get this close without you noticing, I hate to think what someone could do to the camp before you stopped daydreaming." A familiar voice teased over his shoulder. Surprised, William leapt to his feet with a startled shout, and swung his sword at the empty air Amity had wisely and quickly vacated. She stepped forward again as her brother regained his breath, and sat down beside him. William sank back down to his seat.

"What's got your head full of cotton?" Amity asked. William looked away and shrugged. Absently, he started sharpening his sword again.
"I'm just excited. This whole knights thing, finally getting a chance to give the Genius a piece of our minds. I can't wait." He answered. Amity sighed deeply.
"You and I both know it's never going to be that easy..." She warned. William grinned at her reassuringly, and finally sheathed his sword.
"Of course it's not, but we'll figure it out." He stated, giving his sister a one armed hug round the shoulders. Amity gave him an uncertain look, before glancing back at the campfire. William followed her gaze, and his face became solemn.
"Edgar's missing a hand, Gerda and Jim have the twins to worry about..." Amity muttered.
"Even mother is getting too old for this." William added. Amity leaned her head on her brother's shoulder and sighed in concern. The plan was for them all to offer their services, but it was seeming less and less viable by the day...

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Amity and William both looked up as more shouting rose from the city before them, carried to them on the wind. Amity stood and brushed some hair out of her eyes, to see the city better through the darkness. Their mother looked up from the camp.
"What's wrong?" She called up to the pair. William jumped down to the wagons.
"Something's happening in the city." He replied, as Amity followed him down from the bluff. Their mother looked down in thought, glanced at the fire and the eyes watching from around it, before she turned her eyes back to them. She took a deep breath.
"You two... Should scout ahead." She stated. They could see in her eyes that she didn't like separating them from the rest of the convoy, especially this far into the Genius' territory. She knew as well as they did that many in the convoy deserved to rest after so many years on the road, not to join a fight that was like to claim them all. The only ones truly fit and ready for it... Were William and Amity. It hurt all involved, but letting them go meant that they'd at least have a head start.

The convoy always travelled with one extra horse, usually in case on of the others was injured, but Amity and William tacked up this extra horse, known as Buttercup, to ride. Buttercup was a large skewbald, with a white patch on her face that gave her a distinct, pale-eyed look. She was also a large, heavy horse, who didn't bat an eyelash when the siblings both swung onto her back. In such a small group, Amity and William had gotten used to riding double long before even William reached his teenage years, and they both slid into position with ease. Katy, the smallest member of the company, badgered Jim until he lifted her to Amity's level. She thrust a tiny fistful of blue flowers at Amity, which she'd been plucking from the fringes of the camp, under Edgar's watchful eye. Amity smiled and accepted them, slipping them into the pouch at her hip. It abruptly occurred to Amity that she'd forgotten something, but her mother, as though summoned, appeared at her elbow to hand Amity her bow with a rueful smile. She rest a hand on both siblings knees.
"Be safe." She warned them. With final 'see you later's and "good luck"s, William urged Buttercup to carry him and Amity into the night.

It was not long at all before they reached the city, since they didn't have to keep a slow pace to keep a convoy together. They rode through the city, though more slowly. Amity had to regularly reach forward and calm the horse, as Buttercup was unused to such an environment. The wagons didn't often enter the heart of a city, they usually skirted the edges. The horse and her riders earned a good deal of odd looks. It wasn't often in these parts to see a horse, a man with a sword at his hip, or a woman with a bow across her back. Amity and William both simply gave the onlookers winning smiles, and continued on their way. Before long, they could see a crowd marching ahead of them. William started to urge Buttercup to catch up, but Amity tapped his shoulder.
"We don't know what exactly is going on. This might not be where we want to get mixed up." She hissed. William nodded, and looked around again. He caught sight of a surprisingly small man, hanging back from the crowd, and guided Buttercup over to him.
"Sir?" He asked the man. "Could I ask what's going on?"

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Iator watched the proceedings with growing anticipation. Humans always took the violent route, it seemed. He began to lag further and further behind, making sure that he wouldn't be caught up in any frenzy if it came to it. It was after the leader of the group made a second speech that a couple more humans, these two more similar than most others, came riding up on a horse.

"Sir? Could I ask what's going on?" The male asked.

"Well, from what I can tell, it looks like there is to be a riot if the Queen does not answer this man's attacks on her reputation." He said, eyeing the two. "I personally don't think she will find the time to respond."

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Character Portrait: Amity Clarence Character Portrait: The Queen Character Portrait: William Clarence Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Alherii Juhivitjk
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Alherii had been on the road for two days and two nights now. The southern forests of Dheej were far from the centre of the poverty, the city where the wealthy strode side by side with the sick and dying. Their gold silks reflected against the coppers that sat in the baskets of the beggars sprawled across the cold stone floors. Their perfumed bodies masked the stench of the open sewers that ran open in some districts. There were fallen houses inhabited by jobless folk next to ancestral noble homes. This was the city known as Terah, the heart of the land.

Dheej hadn’t suffered like the rest of the land had, just a little too far for the reaches of the poverty. It was a self-sufficient entity whereby the elven folk lived off the land and gave to it from what they took. Their cousins of the northern mountains didn’t prosper by the same lifestyle and had fallen to the parasite that was The Queen. Little by little small tribes, colonies, races had joined with The Queen in hopes of a brighter life, a united life where trade was healthy and the people were one. Each one of these peoples had lost what they had known for centuries all to fuel the madness of the queen. Her innovations, as she called them. The machines that now scarred the once beautiful plains of Terehjsa.

Where there used to be colour was now only black and grey from the smog that hung about the small towns that encircled the great city. The working towns. This is where her precious toys were made. Alherii pushed through these towns. Never had she seen such disregard to the earth, it made her sick to her stomach. No one ate the fruits of the land here, they ate charred meat. Light barely trickled through the blanket of soot that hung above their heads. No bird song laced the air, only the clanging of metal against metal. The warmth came not from the sun but from the furnace that birthed the machines. It was a grim place and a place Alherii had yearned to escape.

And she had, within a few further hours of riding she reached where she needed to be; the old city. Her stomached swelled further with anger as she continued to witness the injustice that was thrown about her. The great divide between the rich and the poor. The discordant harmony that held this decayed town together. It disgusted her. A feeling of distaste continued to grow in her mouth as she stumbled upon The Queen delivering her feigned speech. It was something she wanted to spit out. And as soon as she heard the queen fall silent she did.

“Oh royal friend of mine, who’s heart is filled with such kindness that she claims she suffers for her friends, her people that she calls upon as us, not you and I. Answer me this, why is it that YOU are stood above us and above the filth that run through your city like sullied blood in drying veins. Why is it that I am down here starving with this people, dying with these people, that you call your own. Answer me oh Royal friend with such a kind heart!”

Alherii’s resentment to the land had grown with such valour over the past two days that she was blind to her surroundings. It had not occurred to her that there may be someone leading this procession, nor had it occurred to her that she had interrupted the assembly of Amity, William and Iator as she stood right in the middle of their crowd.

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"Well, from what I can tell, it looks like there is to be a riot if the Queen does not answer this man's attacks on her reputation." Said the small man, as he glanced at William and Amity through the corner of his eye. "I personally don't think she will find the time to respond."

The siblings turned to each other, but before they could say anything, the Genius (they refused to call her a Queen) stepped out onto a balcony above the crowd. Beneath the pair, Buttercup started to fidget nervously as the Genius started to speak, pawing the ground. William sneered slightly as the crowned woman continued to talk.
"Is she serious? Has she looked at this city recently?" He muttered. Amity poked him roughly in the ribs, and looked around for anyone else who might have heard. William winced, and frowned at his sister. It was true! Amity acknowledged that it was with a nod, but she was still nervous about saying it so brazenly on the Genius' home terf.

The Genius finished her speech, and in the next moment, a voice called out just behind Buttercup. The horse jumped and shied to one side. It was a moment's work on Amity's part to calm the horse, as William took in the new stranger, an elf woman. An elf woman of some courage by the way she called out the Genius. William turned his eyes around to the other people in the crowd, to see how they would react.

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Character Portrait: Lazarus Nikiforov Character Portrait: Amity Clarence Character Portrait: The Queen Character Portrait: William Clarence Character Portrait: Iator Legerdemain Character Portrait: Alherii Juhivitjk
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After the queen had made her speech some of the people in the crowd seemed to simmer down and stop yelling but most so the crowd kept yelling.

The man in front began to speak "our queen, can you not see how we live, while you and the nobles live in the most fancy houses and eating meals like they where snacks, we are just lucky enough to live in a shambled house, wondering every day when we can make enough money to have our next meal" he paused for a moment to catch his breath "we want things to change around here for the better of the people"