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[The Broken Crest]

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I want to be a knight... I think—I want to earn my place

I am the knight, the last line of defense, carved in scars upon my face.

I wear clean white armor, dreaming of heroes in the old lore

I wear the blood-splattered plates of a man who survived the war.

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"Please, let me help, let me stand by your side" I plead

"Step back behind my shield; I am the only protection you need." I say

My shield folds away neatly, light and pristine on my sleeve.

My riot shield is bolted with rivets, carrying truths you wouldn't believe.

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I polish my family's crest, hoping to make them proud today.

My family's crest glows with power, a golden beacon in the gray.

I fumble with my footing, practicing steps on a gym floor

I anchor my boots like iron, a bulwark at the broken door.

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One is a boy holding a sword, praying his courage won't yield,

The other is the Amplified Defense, a god behind a battered shield.

And we both are and will be...the knight of Remnant.

[BIOGRAPHY (AU CONTEXT)]

In this alternate reality, Gideon Arc never had the luxury of a peaceful academy phase. When the systems collapsed and his hometown of Ansel fell, he was forced to learn combat through brutal, firsthand attrition. He inherited the family crest not through a clean lineage, but by pulling the battered armor from the rubble and vowing to make it stand. He quickly realized that in a world of rust and decay, a hero who tries to save everyone through reckless bravery just ends up dead. He adapted, refined his massive aura reserves into a weaponized defensive tool, and became a legendary, nomadic vanguard—the iron wall that refuses to break, even when the rest of the world falls apart.