Post by Shining Knight on Aug 26, 2012 11:46:07 GMT -5
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Justin hit the snow bank with terrific force sending a white font of powder spraying into the air. The knight felt at least one of his ribs crack and was near senseless for a moment before finally hauling himself upright with a groan. Silently thanking the Lady that he had maintained a grip on his blade. He was just in time as the beast crested the rise; oh good the Ogre followed him.
The beast was not unlike a man in appearance, save only that it was nine feet tall, utterly hairless, immensely fat and corpse pale, clad in only in a crude kilt of skins not all of which had belonged to animals. As it roared, a sound both wailing and deep enough to shake your bones, it revealed a mouth of razor sharp teeth. In it's meaty hand it held a rune encrusted club of black iron it would take two men to lift, the club it had just used to knock Justin over the hill and off Winged Victory. The only promising note was that a shard of Justin's lance still protruded from the beasts shoulder, a trickle of thick black blood running from the wound.
Justin had been tracking the beast at Merlin's behest for a month and a half now, through the endless snows of the Nordic winter. Justin hadn't had a proper meal since he finished the elk he happened to have shot with his last arrow; that was three days ago. The cold meant he had been sleeping in his armour the entire time; depending on it's magical effects to stave off frost bite. It was beginning to truly stink. Hungry, weary and with his rips aching with every breath Justin faced the Ogre and smiled. He had been hunting this beast for too long it was time to finish this.
He raised his blade in silent salute as the beast ran down the slope towards him, despite it's bulk kicking it's way through the snow drifts as fast as a horse could charge across an open meadow.
“Monster, you may understand me or not, it scarcely matters. But you have eaten your last child. Have at thee!” The last he roared as he charged uphill at the beast.
And silver steel blade met black iron club with a clash like thunder.
[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center; font-family: courier new]subject examined by Doctor Cyber[/style][/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #f1e3b4; font-family: times new roman; font-size:30px; color: #404040; min-height: 150px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; moz-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px;]S H I N I N G K N I G T[/style][/td][/tr][/table]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERSONAL FILE[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #FF0000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HIGHLY CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIAL[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid #FFFFEE;][/style][STYLE= color: #000000; background: #BBDD22; font-family: courier new; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; width: 296px; margin-left: 05px; font-weight: bold; padding: 02px;]GENERAL INFORMATION[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: Sir Justin of Camelot ALIAS: The Shining Knight (public), Justin Arthur (as civilian) GENDER: Male AGE: 28 OCCUPATION: Knight of the Round Table former, vigilante, hero, sap and arguably terrorist. ALIGNMENT: Good AFFILIATION(S): None at creation[/style] [STYLE= color: #000000; background: #BBDD22; font-family: courier new; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; width: 296px; margin-left: 05px; font-weight: bold; padding: 02px;]PHYSICAL PROFILE[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]HEIGHT: 6'2” WEIGHT: 185lbs EYES: Blue HAIR: Blond CLASSFICATION: Human UNUSUAL FEATURES: Justin has numerous scars from his rather eventful life of combat, nothing seriously disfiguring but enough to make you wince if he took his shirt off. Beyond that thanks to a life of near constant training and the long standing magical influence of his gear and Merlin Justin is peak human fitness with a corresponding physique. BEHAVIOR PROFILE[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Justin is, or perhaps was, a Knight of the Round Table and his personality mirrors this. The Knight is every inch the archetype, he places more weight on honour than death and believes in virtue and nobility as real, tangible things. He believes in absolute right and wrong and that there's a clean dividing line between the two. In his original time Justin swore to defend the land and the innocent against all aggression and injustice and he will gladly lay down his life to fulfil his vows. This moral certitude isn't the only influence Justin's archaic origin has had on his character. He can come across as shockingly naïve, gullible even, perhaps simply because he expects more from people than we do today. Part of this of course is simply being so very lost so he lacks context for almost everything, having to base his judgements on surface appearance and a rough translation in his head to what that would be in his time. He also tends to fight fair, letting knocked down opponents get up or retrieve their weapon, that being said that doesn't mean he won't kill or will hold back in what he deems to be a fair fight. Also despite having fought Morgan le Fay he still tends to fall in the chivalric trap of assuming women are less likely to be an enemy and more likely to need rescuing. In his day after all they fought monsters, demons enemy armies and the undead for the most part this world Justin is waking up into is much more complex than that. It doesn't help that he of course doesn't really get modern technology, in his age of course Magic was vastly more prevalent so it is more that he has swapped one age of wonders for another than that he's been dragged out of the dark ages. That being said he can still barely work his phone (after it was explained to him as a form of magic pocket mirror) and can't work a computer at all. All in all Justin is a man out of his time, the world is a strange and confusing place and while he may be no fool his apparent nativity (read honesty and chivalry) and attempts to rationalise this world through the black and white morality of his home will doubtless lead him into trouble. That said there is always a place in the world for warrior. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]DOCUMENTED HISTORY[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Justin was born the son of the smith in a small town to the far north of Uther Pendragon's realm, which was an area to the north of part of the British Isles which now calls it's self England. Justin barely remembers his parents as anything more than good honest people because when he was just 7 they gave away all their savings to give him a chance at a better life. They paid a silver haired hedge knight, a knight that travels between various liege lords and tourneys seeking prizes and reward for their skill at arms, Sir Duncan of Scandia to take young Justin as a squire. Justin cared for the man's horse, cleaned his armour and sharpened his weapons. In return for his work Sir Duncan trained the boy, relentlessly, in martial skill. For years they travelled the Isles while Sir Duncan fought lords battles, defended villages from monsters and even competed in the grand tourneys of the age. Some boys who were apprenticed or squired in the age were unfortunate; they had cruel masters who gave nothing and took much. Justin though was lucky, Sir Duncan spoke not harshly but with clear authority, beat him only when he deserved it and at night, especially when they were sleeping under just their cloaks and the stars, told him tales. Wonderful stories of glory, chivalry and bravery, of adventures in far off lands and all the great tales of the classics and mythology. This continued for a decade, Justin eventually joining Sir Duncan in battle, admittedly in chap ring-mail and wielding a spear and short sword. It all came to an end though with Sir Duncan, barely able to stand blood pouring down his right side, knighting the boy Sir Justin. From then on Sir Justin wore Sir Duncan's sigil, a black hawk on a crimson field. Sir Justin carried on in Sir Duncan's footsteps, walking the fine line of honour that kept him a knight not a sellsword. But at this time there was a change going on Uther had died and his son, Arthur had taken the throne. Arthur was a revolutionary, a genius, a man of talent and skill with only a handful of people in history have possessed. As Arthur worked to craft his Golden Age he waged war and to do this he built an army. Sir Justin and so many hedge knights flocked to Arthur's banner. It was like nothing else, Arthur routed out ancient sources of evil, drove back monster and more and more. In all these campaigns Justin accounted himself well, becoming better and better at his trade. That was until the fateful day, the knights of Arthur waged wars on a clan of werewolves in the Forest of Bowland. Justin's lance was about to spear one of the beasts when it leapt away and the lance drove into an oak tree. There was a flash of light that tore the tree to shreds as sure as a lightning bolt. When those in the wood regained their vision they saw an old man standing in the charred fragments of the tree leaning on a gnarled staff. Merlin. The wizard looked at Justin right in the eye, smiled and then turned on the wolves. Fire and lightning, wind and ice burst from his hands as the wizard went to war. The battle did not last long. Afterwards, late into the night when the wizard had spoken with Arthur and his inner circle he came down into the camp. The wizard passed jokes with the soldiery as he made his way to Justin's tent. There they spoke, the wizard questioned the teen long and hard about his motives and his life. Finally Justin demanded what the wizard wanted of him, his youthful irritation overriding his fear. Merlin merely smiled and told Justin that he wanted to reward the man who freed him. From there Merlin dragged him to the camp's impromptu smithy. There in the course of a single night the wizard forged a suit of armour and a blade for Justin. At first the knight mocked the thinness of the blade and the golden metal of the armour, it was after all hardly a strong metal. His doubts were assuaged by some somewhat comical tests with the other knights, who had gathered to mock Justin's gaudy new armour, assaulting him. The new armour and blade were far superior to anything the hedge knight had wielded before. But the Wizard insisted he was not done leading him back to Justin's camp. Merlin wove a mesh of spells on Justin's horse Victory, not least of which was granting the horse wings, Justin renamed the horse accordingly; Winged Victory. From there Justin became a hero of the armies of Camelot. With his magical gear and his flying steed Justin was given more and more opportunities to prove his heroics. Until finally he was invited to join the Round Table (the Justice League of it's day). He served faithfully and honourably, not only fighting with the Knights but Merlin also sent him on special missions to fight and banish monsters all over the world. His last mission from Merlin was to defeat the ogre Blunderbore, a monstrous beast, who had taken as his hunting grounds a huge swathe of what we would now call Norway. Long story short Justin was knocked into a cave, there was an avalanche and he and Winged Victory have been sealed in ice ever since. As of the moment Justin has been dug up, and kept on Ice in the lab of an unknown multi-national. Where Winged Victory is, Justin does not know. [/style] [STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]POWERS AND ABILITIES[/style][STYLE= margin: 0p 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] KNOWN POWERS:Strictly speaking Justin has no powers though thanks to a life of intense training and prolonged exposure to his magical artefacts his body is peak human even without his armour and gear. KNOWN ABILITIES:
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Justin hit the snow bank with terrific force sending a white font of powder spraying into the air. The knight felt at least one of his ribs crack and was near senseless for a moment before finally hauling himself upright with a groan. Silently thanking the Lady that he had maintained a grip on his blade. He was just in time as the beast crested the rise; oh good the Ogre followed him.
The beast was not unlike a man in appearance, save only that it was nine feet tall, utterly hairless, immensely fat and corpse pale, clad in only in a crude kilt of skins not all of which had belonged to animals. As it roared, a sound both wailing and deep enough to shake your bones, it revealed a mouth of razor sharp teeth. In it's meaty hand it held a rune encrusted club of black iron it would take two men to lift, the club it had just used to knock Justin over the hill and off Winged Victory. The only promising note was that a shard of Justin's lance still protruded from the beasts shoulder, a trickle of thick black blood running from the wound.
Justin had been tracking the beast at Merlin's behest for a month and a half now, through the endless snows of the Nordic winter. Justin hadn't had a proper meal since he finished the elk he happened to have shot with his last arrow; that was three days ago. The cold meant he had been sleeping in his armour the entire time; depending on it's magical effects to stave off frost bite. It was beginning to truly stink. Hungry, weary and with his rips aching with every breath Justin faced the Ogre and smiled. He had been hunting this beast for too long it was time to finish this.
He raised his blade in silent salute as the beast ran down the slope towards him, despite it's bulk kicking it's way through the snow drifts as fast as a horse could charge across an open meadow.
“Monster, you may understand me or not, it scarcely matters. But you have eaten your last child. Have at thee!” The last he roared as he charged uphill at the beast.
And silver steel blade met black iron club with a clash like thunder.
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