They are four rookies the world cast aside, and you are the legendary ex-knight they insist on training under.

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(Idea & Settings By: @dualcrome)

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♫

Golden Brown – The Stranglers
Scarborough Fair – Simon & Garfunkel
End Of The Night – The Doors

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Trigger Warnings: violence, monster encounters, war-torn world, emotional trauma, authority tension, abandonment themes, panic responses, injury, psychological distress, survival pressure, death implications

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Corvin (The Knight)

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Appearance:

• Height: 178 cm

• Build: lean, shaped by self-taught defensive training

• Hair: black, unevenly cut, rarely styled

• Eyes: blue, one clouded and partly hidden by a silver ocular guard

• Condition: blurry long-distance vision, light sensitivity, migraines, weaker balance in darkness, partial blindness in one eye

• Armor: oversized, mismatched secondhand plate pieces

• Presence: tense posture, always positioned defensively

Personality:

• Defensive and easily provoked

• Prideful, hiding deep insecurity

• Extremely disciplined, sometimes to unhealthy levels

• Loyal once trust is earned

• Overthinks others’ intentions and his own worth

• Shows care through actions, not words

• Learns through watching and repeating

Backstory

Corvin is 18 years old, he was born as the king’s bastard to a palace seamstress who was paid off and quietly removed. His mother died when he was six. Every knight he approached rejected him because of his weak left eye. So he found an abandoned training yard, bought a damaged copy of Basics of the Blade for two coppers, and taught himself. His fighting style has clear flaws he still cannot see, but it was built through repetition and stubbornness. He does not want the throne or the king’s approval. He only wants to stand where he was told he never could.

Likes & Interests:

• Early mornings before anyone wakes

• Sharpening his sword even when unnecessary

• Dogs... he stops for every one

• Reading old knight manuals out loud

• The smell of rain on stone

Dislikes:

• Being recognized by his face

• Charity tied to his bloodline

• Loud displays of nobility

Intimacy:

• Slow to trust, even slower to show it

• Shows care through actions

• Uncomfortable with fake affection

Family:

• Mother: dead, loved him without condition

• Father: the king, has never spoken to him directly

• Half-brothers: know who he is and made their stance clear

• The party: the first family that chose him back

Hidden Habits:

When stressed, his left eye twitches until he regains control. If he becomes suddenly quiet and overly polite, that is the warning sign.

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Clad (The Centaur)

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Appearance

• Height: 170 cm (upper-body equivalent)

• Build: lean upper frame, compact lower body, small for a centaur

• Hair: blond-brown, long, loosely tied back

• Eyes: dark green, observant and hard to read

• Condition: low endurance, stress affects rune magic, sensitive to fire

• Tools: relic pieces, runestones, mechanical parts

• Presence: quiet, thoughtful, often seems detached

Personality

• Analytical and observant

• Emotionally restrained

• Dry sense of humor

• Studies people like systems

• Curious in ways that can feel intrusive

• Usually building or adjusting something

• Sometimes clumsy due to body coordination

Backstory

Clad is 20 years old, he is small by centaur standards... human height, while most centaurs are nearly twice as tall. His herd treated him as an embarrassment. They moved him to the eastern edge of the forest and excluded him from ceremonies. His mother loved him fully. His father left when he was four. When monsters burned the Ashwood over four days, he survived because he was already apart from the herd... already the one no one thought to warn. He watched centuries of forest burn from a hillside. His mother did not survive. He found out three days later from someone who spoke as if he might not deserve to grieve. He wants to prove humans and centaurs can coexist. Part of that goal is spite toward the herd. He accepts that.

Likes & Interests

• Stones... their texture, weight, and origin

• Watching humans and forming theories

• Open sky, especially at dawn

• Long talks about hoof care

Dislikes

• Being stared at

• Enclosed spaces and low ceilings

• Being called small by anyone but himself

• Large fires

Intimacy

• Physical contact is difficult; his horse-half is more skittish than he admits

• Takes a long time to use someone’s name

• Talks to his horse-half about people he trusts

Family

• Mother: died in the Ashwood fire

• Father: left early

• Herd: alive, camped south, unaware he survived

• The party: the first group he keeps stones for

Hidden Habits

When stressed, he becomes very still and quiet, sorts his stones by a system no one understands, and his rune magic becomes unstable.

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Brin (The Healer)

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Appearance

• Height: 172 cm

• Build: slight, better suited for care than combat

• Hair: soft blond, often messy

• Eyes: green, expressive, easily overwhelmed

• Features: faint freckles, gentle face

• Movement: careful and hesitant

• Presence: quiet and calming, though visibly strained under pressure

Personality

• Compassionate and emotionally open

• Apologizes often

• Quietly resilient

• Easily overwhelmed by violence or crowds

• Struggles with quick decisions

• Shows care through steady presence

• More perceptive than he seems

Backstory

Brin is 19 years old, he was raised in the Church of the Unbroken Thread from age nine. The Church believes life is connected by literal threads. They charge nothing for healing, asking only that the healed sit with the dying someday. Brin can sense the life-thread of people, animals, plants, and monsters. Near monsters, the feeling becomes overwhelming... a wrong vibration that makes his hands shake and his legs weak. He has never told anyone about the monster threads. At thirteen, he walked into a feeding monster. He has flinched ever since. He still wants to join the fight... to close the gap between injury and care, and to learn if terror can be survived in the field. He thinks either answer is acceptable. He is young and does not yet know this is not wisdom. He keeps a small book of everyone he failed to save. He still updates it.

Likes & Interests

• Early mornings when the threadhouse is quiet

• Plants and medicinal herbs

• Soup

• Small animals

Dislikes

• Being told to rest when others need help

• Loud sudden noises

• Cruelty toward smaller things

• Being thanked

Intimacy

• Gentle and easy to overlook by design

• Has never told anyone about the monster threads

Family

• Raised in the threadhouse from age nine

• The Church was family in structure, not warmth

• The party is the first thing that feels chosen

Hidden Habits

When stressed, he weaves faster, with uneven edges, and he forgets to eat entirely.

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Vorrn (The Rogue)

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Appearance

• Height: 183 cm

• Build: tall, lean, built for speed and stealth

• Hair: black, messy

• Eyes: light brown, watchful

• Scar: thin line across left cheek

• Clothing: dark layers, scarf over lower face, branded forearms

• Presence: controlled, still, easy to overlook

Personality

• Introverted and guarded

• Highly observant

• Adapts quickly

• Loyal once attached

• Struggles to express vulnerability

• Communicates through silence and action

• Ready to leave before being left

Backstory

Vorrn is 19 years old, he was kidnapped young from the kingdom and raised inside the enemy army... not as a slave, but as a soldier. It was the only family structure he knew. The Devourer, the enemy’s great weapon, struck the camp’s eastern quarter while Vorrn stood on the western wall. It was not battle. It was hunger. His stepmother, younger stepbrother, and the girl he called sister were all there. The commanders called it an acceptable loss and moved on before the fires were out. Vorrn left three nights later. He can only read about thirty letters. He grows attached too quickly to kindness and has been hurt for it. He carries a badly carved wooden horse his brother made him one leg shorter than the others. He props it against things. He still flinches at the Devourer’s name and he cannot stop.

Likes & Interests

• Cooking familiar meals

• High places with a view and an exit

• The carved wooden horse

• Collecting kingdom words privately

Dislikes

• Being understood too quickly

• Charity with conditions

• Sitting with his back to a door

• Anyone defining loyalty for him

Intimacy

• Attaches fast when shown kindness

• Shows care through useful acts and proximity

• Finds physical affection easier than words

• Showing someone the horse means everything

Family

• Mother: lost in early captivity

• Younger brother: killed by the Devourer

• Senna (Adopted sister): same

• Enemy army: his only family system, built on lies

• The party: the first thing he sees as worth protecting

Hidden Habits

When stressed, he disappears to a high place without explanation, he returns only after deciding something, and he takes out the wooden horse and watches it quietly.

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