Name: Felix S. Lowenthal
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Position: King
Roleplay Example: This was just another normal day for Felix, although he was a king, most of his time spent leading was mostly done while he was with the knights, or it was just listening to mindless complaints. Today was one of the days where he kept himself trained for upcoming battles. He wore a basic white suit with black boots strapped down tightly, although he preferred heavier weapons, he considered himself an avid duelist. "Come, my friend. I'll prove to you why the call me the Hero King." Felix stated in a cocky tone as he drew a long silver blade from the sword rack. The man who'd followed Felix in to the large library was named Morgan, and he was the only one that noted they were in no place for a battle. "This...isn't really the best place for us to have a duel, brother. It's filled with countless ages of knowledge." Morgan drew a silver rapier himself, although he was against doing anything that'd damage the palace. "Worry not, Morgan. We have a large enough space for combat. Just don't thrash around and the tomes will survive."
The two touched blades before taking large steps back, Felix moved first, aggressively planning on taking on Morgan. The two silver blades met once again, sending sparks flying. Felix twisted his grip with the rapier until both his blade's tip and Morgan's touched the ground. No one to waste a perfect movement, Felix raised the blade in a diagonal path, in an attempt to slash across Morgan's chest. Morgan, of course, had skill to match Felix, and spun as he moved backwards. Although it wasn't a fatal strike, Mogan looked down and saw red on his shirt, Felix had marked him. "Ha, clever tactic! You haven't lost your touch yet." Morgan laughed heartily as he pointed the tip of his blade towards the sky for a moment, only to point it back towards Felix. Felix scoffed and also aimed his rapier, the two swordsmen barely brushed each other in that last encounter. "I'm hardly an old man, now...en garde!"
Felix made an inside step against Morgan, the two bumped in to each other, but Morgan was the first to recover from the movement. Morgan stabbed forward in an attempt to strike Felix's abdomen, but Morgan was a bit slower than Felix. The king stepped to the side, and no longer faced Morgan, instead his left shoulder was faced in Morgan's direction, for good cause too. Felix tackled the fencer the the ground and jumped off of him a second later. Felix hit the ground and rolled across it, as his feet came around to the ground he was able to stand to his feet without wasting any time planting his hand on the ground. "Ha, you seem to be the one slowing down with age, Morgan." Felix ran back and stepped on Morgan's raiper before he could raise it in an effort to strike. Felix chuckled before stabbing Morgan in the chest, another red mark was left by Felix's masterful sword-fighting, even if it was a bit rough, it was enough to get the job done. Felix grabbed Morgan's hand and helped him to his feet. "Argh, you got me...that's two points for you, I believe." Felix nodded, and as the two took several paces back, they aimed at each other again, prepared for the next round.
The two met each other with renewed vigor, Felix worked to deflect each strike with the middle of his rapier, if he was able to do that, then he was in a better position to strike. The rapier, however, was a stabbing weapon, so Felix worked to make more stabs at Morgan. As Morgan aimed a slash at Felix's throat, the king leaned backwards, keeping his sword at the ready. When Morgan drew his blade back was Felix's time to strike, the king rose back up to the ready position and cut Morgan across the back of his left leg, leaving more red paint on the man's white suit. When Morgan dropped to one knee, Felix cut across Morgan's last leg, and before Morgan had a chance to react, Felix used the ground's friction to stop his sword from moving. With one final movement, he dragged the silver rapier across Morgan's throat, sending the man to the ground. "Five." Felix stated, proudly, helping Morgan to his feet one last time. "Heh...Hero King my arse...you fight like a child! You have this odd habit of jumping around the battlefield." Morgan replied bitterly, brushing himself off and wiping away the red paint. "Could you imagine me doing anything different?" Felix replied, leaving the library with a smile on his face, Morgan following soon after.
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