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From the moment the white haired knight stepped into the castle of Camelot once more, he had a feeling in the back of his mind that he was no longer his own. Even with the Great Knight Lancelot leading them through the halls, the darkness was thick in the air and started to get to him. An eerie sensation latching onto every breath that curled against the air. His silver eyes glancing about frantically as they attempted to defend themselves for any opposing shadowlings that lingered. Their vision was soon met with numerous black crystals that stuck to the walls and the area like honey on bark. It was an unconscious desire to want to touch the dark alluring surface. His fingers stretching outward, but just before they would grace the surface something stopped him. The will to resist lodged in his his mind just long enough for Haze to withdraw away from the crystals. Remembering vividly what had happened when he had touched the cursed grail. Cringing the knight clenched his teeth together, feeling a cold chill shiver down his spine as others couldn't have the same resisting attitude as he did. He helplessly watched as others began to attack their fellow knights. Their eyes no longer their own but shrouded in the very darkness they were all trying to fight.
Haze tightened his grip around his Naginata, the soft material of the scarf that wrapped around it causing the same comforting effect that the cloth that hung around his neck. It constantly reminded him that he had the will to become a knight in the first place. And that he needed to see this through. Bringing his long staffed weapon closer he tried to avoid any conflict he could. Trying his best to snap the others out of their trance with words instead of force, but it was no use. The more he tried to speak, the more his voice fluttered out until he was completely silent. Ever since he had lost his mind to greed his voice began to die out. The muscles that aided him to speak were strained, and if he continued he may become permanently mute forever.
This caused panic in the young man's mind, not knowing what to do to try to aid the others he began to falter further into the hallway. Trying to escape rather to face them head on. But with the next few steps forward the darkness that had found its way into his heart began to grow. And he too began to fall to the corruption. Without even touching a crystal voices began to whisper in his mind, looking down at his hands, at his feet, as they moved on their own. Unable to stop himself he watched in horror as everything began to unfold.
Lancelot, the one who had lead them here, he had paved the way in hopes that they could bring about Camelot once more, was being torn apart by his own hands. Blood dripping from his weapon, splattered against Haze's cheek as he joined in the other knights. Tearing down the very leader that they had taken comfort with. No matter how hard he tried to stop, he could not. All he could feel was his mind growing further in corruption. Just as his lust for greed had risen, now his lust for blood began to boil.
Lancelot was ripped apart by the very knights he lead.
The white haired knight began to feel himself black out, slowly ebbing into total unconsciousness as the power that was held over him began to wane. Realizing all too soon who exactly it was. A weight suffocated his heart. He had been a Black Knight, he had proudly volunteered to follow in the Great Knight's footsteps. To become one himself. And yet the betrayal did not cease. Haze should have half expected it, finding himself becoming too trusting of others. That was always his downfall in the end. His very soul ached in the mourning of what he had done, and who had been behind it.
Sorrow. Despair. Betrayal. Darkness. Broken.
Haze's silver eyes started to become void of light, void of any hope in them. As his vision blurred he would begin to a hear a voice 'Wake Up'. It would take more than once to full relinquish the knight's body from the numb weight he was gripped with. Letting out a hitched breath he shook off the last of his metaphoric restraints. His gaze darting up to witness the King now before him. And for a moment, just a small second, a spark dimly showed itself in his soul. If the Great King was still alive, then maybe, just maybe not all was lost.
But hope betrayed him once more. A bone chilling frost entering his body as he witnessed who was next to the king. Merlin. The Great Knight whom he had pledged his alliance too, the reason he proudly adorned black. Haze couldn't very well trust himself let alone the Black Great Knight. Something was off. Maybe it was the sorrow resonating from the King's weapon, or the wounds in his own heart. But Haze did not want to blindly follow the Black Knight. Instinct told him to stay back, and yet others were still blind to the uneasiness the Great Knight brought. Watching as each of the newly portrayed Great Knights gave themselves to unlock the gate. When nothing happened the uneasiness only turned the young man's stomach even more. A breath caught in his throat watching Merlin proceed to strike his staff upon the ground.
Something was unlocking, a great wave of paralyzing power and fear captivated him. His body staying completely still until it felt like he was being ripped apart from the inside out. This pain. It was emitting from his weapon, the one he had held onto so close. The thing Haze had claimed as his new hope. Again betrayed, and tossed into the darkness. His body ceased any action it tried to do, and instead moved towards the great king. 'No... no not again... please.. no' he thought in his mind. His heart breaking. Silver eyes beginning to well up with the sign of faintest tears. And just Haze's hands came down to strike upon the Great King he grasped at the sliver of control that flickered into his mind. Pressing his lips together he struggled to take hold of himself again. The more he struggled, the greater the pain was. But this was not the end he wanted for himself. All he had wanted was for peace. He was a knight who hated unnecessary conflict, and yet a deep chaotic conflict found itself rooting in his soul.
Eyes flickering, half lidding before widening, Haze's breath strained against the air. Looking at the doors that were in front of him as his movements staggered. Numerous voices buzzing in his head. He wanted it to stop... he wanted to just give up. But something was calling to him. His eyes darted back and forth from each door until his sight darkened. Squeezing them shut a overwhelming amount of memories began to flash through his mind. Tugging at his heart, and leading his feet.
The things he saw, the things he felt, this would be the end... he would no longer feel any more confliction.
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My character's name: Haze Vix
Character's journal link: [x]
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stoic, Observant, Loyal. All qualities of the young knight in training. Possessing shaggy mid-length white hair with one side slicked back and cold gray eyes. Upon his torso he wears a belted black leather tunic with thick black chain mail underneath. Around his neck hangs a loosely hung scarlet scarf, while on his lower half Haze wears fitted black pants with knee high leather boots for ease of travel. Two belts wrap around his waist, holding a few very small leather satchels for necessities in travel.
Rank of character Knight
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My character's name: Haze Vix
Character's journal link: [x]
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stoic, Observant, Loyal. All qualities of the young knight in training. Possessing shaggy mid-length white hair with one side slicked back and cold gray eyes. Upon his torso he wears a belted black leather tunic with thick black chain mail underneath. Around his neck hangs a loosely hung scarlet scarf, while on his lower half Haze wears fitted black pants with knee high leather boots for ease of travel. Two belts wrap around his waist, holding a few very small leather satchels for necessities in travel.
Rank of character Knight
