The Ten Knights

The Ten Knights of Arascon served in either the Black Dove Guard or the Red Dawn Watch. They were recently freed from servitude to the crown and given the Royal Seal of the House Toril. The High Queen Marchelle welcomed the Ten Knights into her family giving them the name The Ten Swords in accordance to the Prophecy. The Knights walk as Royalty through the Lands of Arascon, equal to the crown so they may bow to the Gods alone on their path of destiny.

Xylona is truly beautiful. Her platinum blonde hair falls between her shoulders, perfectly straight and lush. It shines as it catches the light. She wears it naturally, letting it fall as it will, trimmed in the front to keep it out of her lovely face. Her blue eyes shine like the winter sky, cold, piercing and perfect on her pale face. Her white-blonde eyebrows form perfect arcs above her wide eyes and her full, pale eyelashes frame them perfectly. She uses not black liner on her eyes, but rather silver, adding to the pale features she possesses. Her high cheekbones and straight, aquiline nose make her look noble and slightly haughty. Her full lips are a pale pink, but stained the deepest red with a matte lipstick. She wears no other make up on her pale, porcelain perfect skin. No blemishes, beauty marks or scars seem to mar her, making her a perfect, blank canvas.

She looks to be in her mid twenties, but her fair and near perfect features make it hard to tell her precise age. She is slender with a well-toned, athletic build and stands at an average height. The gentle curves of her body announce her femininity with a sensual whisper rather than a shout. Her clothing accentuates her curved, hugging the slope of her breast and the curve of her hips.

This fearless Knight is loyal to the King above all others- even, it seems, the High Queen. She is elusive and mysterious, her past hidden from even those who know her.

Adden is of average height and weight. He has thin dark brown hair that he keeps rather long. He generally wears his hair pulled back. He has a large beaked nose and lantern jaw. His dark hazel eyes are lined with crow's feet and his mouth heavily lined as if the scowl has etched itself in place. He often has a slight scruff on his tanned skin, as if he has not shaved for a couple of days. However, his facial hair just grows fast, he can shave in the morning and by evening, he has a rough growth of hair. He can grow a glorious beard, but chooses not to. He is muscular, but not overly so. He has the athletic build of a career soldier.

He has scars as any soldier would, none of them overly prominent. A scar on his chin being the most visible- and that one is from a fall in youth and not from battle. He usually wears rich, expensive clothing, though his fashion sense does not go much beyond that. In battle he wears full armor and a face plate. He carries a shield as well as his chain. He is skilled in the use of swords, but rarely carries one.

He is a member of the Order of the Fist and Shield and lives by the tenets set forth by them. Born a Comte, he is of lower noble ranking.  He is also incredibly uptight and arrogant, has few friends and is the last person that people would call endearing. 

Seraphrim has always been a somewhat good looking man. Whether it was an asset or not, Seraphrim has always been oblivious to the fact that someone's physical appearance was mostly an issue. Throughout his youth, Seraphrim had always been described as modest. Never taking compliments too seriously. He just saw things as they were, nothing seemed too special about his appearance in any way. The dark hair he was born with compliments his fair complexion, though his light brown eyes seem almost average. Seraphrim's father was tall, stocky and could almost have been described as a strange tree that grew limbs. He was a hard man, and Seraphrim did not inherit many of his father's features. Mostly just the man's complexion and hair color. It was the woman who bore him that Seraphrim most resembles. The man's mother held a regal and noble look to her. Soft features and could almost pull of an air that she never worked a day in her life, while that would be an outright lie. Long eyelashes, a slender nose and average lips. While retaining a few delicate features, Seraphrim is very far from that description. While not stocky, Sera keeps up his strength without going past his toned frame. It's an almost average apperance, muscle wise while standing at five feet, ten inches. Nonetheless, build and height often have only little to do with skill. This has proven to be a bit of an advantage when it comes to battle. Many underestimate his abilities.

Battle has greeted Seraphrim's body more than once. Violence is often what marks the male's skin, leaving memories behind. For a knight, it's almost expected to see scars here and there. There is only one that is outstanding against his light toned skin. Wide and long, history of a large gash across his chest can be seen. It healed slightly ugly, though has faded over the years. Yet, the fact that Seraphrim is usually constantly dressed head to toe has nothing to do with the scar. Long sleeved shirts, that cover his neck as well, long pants and sturdy shoes is the man's normal attire. Very few people have not seen the man unclothed. He tends to be very conservatively dressed.

Seraphrim's use of armor is very sparse. The man never felt too comfortable wearing heavy armor, though he is capable of wearing it with very little difficulty. It was just never his preference. The man prefers to be able to move quickly, and to use his flexibility as an advantage. Usage is kept to what is needed, even if he would prefer to not wear any at all. The man knows that light armor is the safest route to go.

If one word was used to describe Dove, it would be androgynous. She has strawberry blonde hair that leans more toward the red spectrum than the blonde spectrum due to the fact that she is not out in the sun often to lighten the hue. She keeps it short, cut into a boyish style that drapes a short fringe across her brow. The style would be quite fashionable- if she was a man. Her facial features are aquiline- birdlike in nature. Her nose a bit long with a prominent hook. Her cheekbones are high and overly pronounced accenting her apple cheeks and strongly pointed chin. her eyes are narrow and set with a very slight upward angle. Her eyebrows do not arch on her brow bones, but are set in a straight, angled line that make her look perpetually angry or worried. Her eyes are an odd hazel blend of green and brown- making them look like pond water in turmoil.

She is long in limb and slender. Her bird-like limbs are lithe with wiry muscles that are difficult to discern from her bones and skin. Her build make her look flexible and lanky, as if she could tie herself in knots if she wanted to. She has a very small bosom and most of the time it can hardly be seen. Her hips have no feminine curve and instead are narrow and straight. Her build generally resembles that of a pre-pubescent boy, not a woman. She is tall, standing above average female height at about 5'9''- average for a man.

She usually wears a standard naval uniform. Blue and gold pants with a loose white shirt and gold sash. Her boots are large, accentuating her long, narrow feet. They hard, brown leather is accented by polished gold buttons up the side. She wears a full overcoat with her uniform, the polished buttons matching those on her boots. On the overcoat her ranking and position insignia are pinned on the sleeves showing her to be a 3rd Level Commander in the Intelligence division. A number of medals are pinned to the front of her coat- all honors for her contribution to the Navy and the country. She also has a set of full battle armor that she wears on occasion. The armor is standard issue, bearing the Seal of Arascon on the chest plate.

Wilev is what many would call your above average man. Every about his features is exaggerated. His facial structure is sharp, with no rounded edges. He appears much older than his twenty-seven years, lines etched deeply into his leathery face. He has very dark brown, almost black hair that falls down to just below his shoulders. It normally worn down, held back with a simple bandanna. His eyes are a dark brown, matching his already dark features, and his skin is olive in tone beneath the deep tan. Wilev keeps his calloused hands well groomed, his fingernails kept clipped very short. His body is very lean and built. He has the body of a wilderness warrior. Built, but not overly strong.

He has his fair share of scars- most caused by the creatures of the wild. Ranging from the attack from a pack of Za, to the puncture holes of an Orkin. The Za scratches look far worse than they actually were. Mainly because they did get infected and bumped up. Even to this day. Those remain covered underneath his clothing. His right ear also has a small split in the lobe where it looks like an earring was pulled out from it.

Wilev generally wears simple clothing. A pair of simple leather pants and a tunic along with a thick wool cloak. His shoes are odd- almost like a pair of slippers made from soft hide and stitched with sinew. His armor is made from leather and dragon scales- quite expensive really- but handmade. The workmanship on his armor is amazing, bordering on mastery. It is obvious that a lot of effort went into crafting it.

Hadrien is a spitting image of his own father, sharing a large amount of similarities makes him easily recognizable as a Dromska man. His face is long with a wide jaw and prominent cheek bones. Deep set narrow light chocolate eyes with flecks of green lay underneath a distinguished brow that points downward his sloping nose that sets a bit wide near the nostrils. His lips are wide as well and slightly plump, cloaking his charming yet devious jackaline smile. Twenty seven years of age has treated him well for the most part, only roughing up his skin slightly along with the addition of laugh lines in the corner of his eyes. His hair is long, parted in the middle, shiny and a deep raven black but when the sun has been beaming on him long enough the color lightens up to reveal a dark maroon color. When warm weather like that comes along, his fair skin tends to darken right up as well due to his excessive time outside. But the most noticeable trait he bears on his face would be the thick scar that crosses over his brow over his right eye and lightly trails down his cheek.

Harboring a runners body, he is fit and well sculpted, but does not carry an excessive amount of muscle. Nor does he wear heavy plate armor, for both those things slow him down. Instead he prefers armor constructed of mostly cloth, but leather where it counts. Being a man of aesthetics, his armor follow his countries colors; purple and gold. Most noticeably being the cloak he wears quite often being made of purple velvet with gold stitching, adorned with the blue phoenix crest. His appearance may be quite gaudy, but he appreciates the finer things in life such as jewel crafting, often wearing gold rings not only on his finger but in his ear. His most cherished piece would be the one of a kind Rosedese glass necklace in the symbol of Minol, the balanced.

Akiyama is a simple looking gentleman. His mid-back length black hair has a bluish-purple hue to it and is more than often worn back in a messy pony-tail (but he does tend to let it hang freely). His face is donned with a beautiful set of blue eyes that resemble a slender almond shape. Akiyama's nose is a bit too angled and tends to look large in comparison to other noses (but it does suit his face, nonetheless). His slender lips are often drawn tight or seen with a serious expression; however, they do know how to bare a grin and smile. Hailing from Dromskra, Arascon, Akiyama was blessed with pale peach skin. He has a rather muscular build, but is on the slender side of the bulk scale. He stands close to six feet tall and tends to take on the skin-and-bones weight option. Akiyama's shoulders, thought broad, tend to reflect those of a woman; most assume this is due to his petite looking size.

Although his looks deceive him, Akiyama is actually twenty-four. Many people mistake the male for being of an older age because his face is often adorned with a stern look, which tends to make him look about thirty-five. It probably doesn't help that he serves the queen as he is a part of the Black Dove Guard, which could be why the male's face often bares a brow wrinkle. Akiyama prefers to don himself in the color black. He usually wears a black kimono, but, from time to time, he will slip into a black button down greatcoat with form-fitting black pants. He enjoys wearing a white scarf around his neck, as he loves the feeling of the piece blowing in the wind. This scarf is sometimes accompanied by a white headband. The scarf and headband are his trademark looks, as is his purplish hair.

Ira is a rather plain looking woman. She has dark brown hair that she generally wears pulled back in a simple braid. Her brown eyes are slightly too small for her face, her nose slightly too broad and her lips slightly too thin and wide. Her chestnut colored skin is freckled where it is tanned to a bronze color. Her build is muscular and fairly masculine for a woman. She stands at an average height. Her shoulders are fairly broad, but so are her hips. Her features do not come together in a flattering way. But, her appearance is unique, though not terribly memorable.

Ira is one of the Ageless, born on the Divine Day which is why she has no 12 year name. She looks to be about in her mid-20's but it is fairly common knowledge that she has been serving in the Black Dove Guard for at least as long as her apparent age. She tends to dress in simple attire, opting for skirts over pants and comfort over style. Despite being a knight, she rarely wears armor. But, then again, most people see her around town and not on the battle field. When going into battle, she wears a chain shirt with a leather and scale mail war skirt and large, clunky black steel boots. The combination is dreadful, but she seems comfortable in it. It is even more rare that she wears make-up as is fashionable in the cities. In fact, most fashion seems to elude Ira, something of a shortcoming in polite society- or any society.

Vivi is not a small woman. Everything about her is large. While she is not overweight, she is best described as voluptuous. She has broad shoulders, wide hips and a generous bosom. She is stout and strong, heavily muscled beneath the layer of pudge that covers her frame. She has long, wavy brown hair that she wears back off of her round face in a simple braid or bun. Her bright green eyes draw attention from her freckled, tanned skin. She has a pleasant face, but nothing special- her features typical of what one would expect from those born in the Whitegrove area. She looks to be in her early-30's.

Vita has a deep devotion to her children and husband. Above all else, Vita thinks of herself as the mother of her two children, a little boy Liro and a little girl Vora. Vita is devoted to her family and her Queen- in that order. She spends all of her free time in a small cabin in the Icewood where they live. She loves being a mother.

Dux Magen Jacen Kite is the Knight of Protection and Blessings. He is the third son of the former Gran Dux Magen Aden Marek. He is a free spirited man with a easy going attitude and a pension for vanity. He is in his 40's, but has yet to marry. His 'eccentric' behavior is known by all of his fellow knights.

His light brown eyes are kind and friendly with crows feet on either side from the smile that usually rests on his broad mouth. His cheekbones are high and made more pronounced by his square jaw. He is in good shape, has broad, muscular shoulders and a stout chest. However, he is not overly tall. He is a few inches below average male height. He keeps his head shaved but his eyebrows are bushy auburn. He has abnormally large hands with well kept nails.