Temporairement, l'embarras et l'anxiété ont été repoussés, et à sa place, l'orgueil s'est répandu et un étrange sentiment d'accomplissement. En interne, Sidero savait qu'il n'avait absolument rien fait - l'enfer, le chevalier a été gagné par la chance complète, même si on l'appelait le « destin ». Mais malgré cela, Sidero se sentait toujours spécial qu'il ait été choisi. Le chevalier suivant était le Chevalier des Ombres, un jeune Venateur Nylis. Le garçon pâle et aux cheveux foncés se dirige lentement vers la scène, et tout comme il accepte son titre, une masse sombre apparaît de son bras, suscitant un léger saut de Sidero et sa main atteignant le bâton sur son dos. Quelques secondes plus tard, tout allait bien - les ombres se sont moulées dans la forme d'un oiseau (un autre? Qu'est-ce qu'il y a avec ces chevaliers et ces oiseaux?) et il s'est dirigé vers la bannière portant son élément. Enfin, l'homme chauve était à court de rouleaux, et tous les chevaliers étaient finalement rassemblés sous leurs bannières respectives.
"Mesdames et Messieurs, vos nouveaux Chevaliers d'Elementia!"
Dès que cela a été dit, un jeu de mains s'est serré autour des épaules de Sidero, un mouvement qui ne devrait jamais être fait soudainement à un homme qui a tué plus de Trolls que vous avez des dents. Sidero a immédiatement cassé la prise en forçant les mains, avant de tourner et de réaliser qui c'était. Soupirant, il permit aux gardes maintenant mécontents de l'emmener au wagon, et juste avant qu'il ne se plaigne de son manque d'équipement, un flou de gris et d'argent se précipita dans sa vision périphérique. Se tournant rapidement, Sidero l'a vu - un loup. À en juger par sa taille, il pourrait probablement tuer l'un des plus jeunes chevaliers avec facilité, et il se dirigeait déjà vers le chevalier de lumière, sautant sur le wagon. Atteindre son épée, Sidero était à quelques secondes de couper la bête en deux et de sauver son allié, avant que la bête adopte une position plus amicale et semblable à un chien, ignorant complètement le Sidero concerné. Il se mit alors à débaucher le jeune garçon et, soupirant légèrement, Sidero s'assit dans le coin du wagon, près du cavalier. D'une façon ou d'une autre, le gamin avait réussi à dompter un loup... Les regards qu'il a reçus de certains chevaliers étaient assez embrouillés, mais cela devait être attendu - il a presque éviscéré cet animal, et si ce n'était pas parce que c'était un comportement calme, il l'aurait tué. Heureusement, il n'était pas le seul qui a été surpris par le loup, comme le chevalier du vent, Alya, a réagi d'une manière similaire, avant de s'excuser. Malgré son silence habituel, Sidero a publié ses propres excuses à court terme.
"Je m'excuse aussi, j'ai l'habitude que ces créatures soient plus... meurtrières. Je suis Sidero Denhol, heureux de vous rencontrer tous."
Dirigant son introduction à tout le groupe, Sidero resta assis là où il était, et se mit à écouter le reste des jeunes chevaliers se présenter. Le chevalier d'Arcane a présenté son renard, faisant Sidero méditer juste combien d'entre eux avaient des animaux de compagnie. Le fait d'être un maître d'animaux était-il une partie requise pour être un chevalier? Et en plus de l'arrivée soudaine de l'homme portant l'équipement d'Oriel, rien de particulièrement intéressant ne s'est produit... En parlant d'équipement, Sidero avait le strict minimum. Bien sûr, il avait ses armes, mais il s'attendait à simplement se tenir autour et regarder la cérémonie de déploiement, pas vraiment être séparé de celle-ci. Et maintenant, il était sur un chariot qui se dirigeait vers Dieu sait où. S'agissant de l'homme qui dirigeait les chevaux, Sidero a appelé.
"Dois-je avoir besoin de mon équipement où nous allons? Je n'ai que mes armes sur moi, et seulement quelques pièces d'or... Si nous avons besoin de notre équipement, pouvez-vous me déposer dans ma chambre d'auberge pour mon armure et mon équipement?"
Name: Sidero Denholm
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Description: Standing at 6'4, 255 pounds of nearly pure muscle, Sidero is capable of carrying more than most people can lift, and does so happily - Sidero is silent to most people at first, but will carry more than his fair share of the weight, share his food, and is always willing to lend a year. He may seem like a stickler for the rules for the most part, but he simply views following the orders given to him as the easiest way to do things, and constantly strives to make life easier for others. He does not have any piercings or tattoos, but his body is littered with scars from years of hard labor and combat. He holds himself formally, rarely allowing himself to slouch or become casual. Additionally, years of combat has made him both extremely paranoid during the night, but also a light sleeper - be careful when trying to wake him up.
Knight Element: Metal
Animal Familiar: N/A
Armor Style: Heavy plate, utilizing leather for the joints. Due to the heavy weight, he is significantly slower than most other knights, but makes up for it in raw durability and strength. His main method of defense is simply taking attacks, rather than the more popular method of dodging. Hell, his fighting style is based on counter attacking while the opponent is close. His armor covers nearly every inch of his body, with only small holes provided for eyesight and air.
Signature Weapon: While he prefers to wield his sword, he is most well-known for his quarterstaff - a long piece of metal that he is very adept at using. Unlike most other weapons, it has a truly staggering weight: 45 lbs, easily enough to kill a normal man in light armor in a single hit. He is quite proficient with it, moving much faster than the average man could. Despite this, he still moves at a slow pace, slowed down by his armor and the sheer weight of the weapon. Someone with adequate speed and agility would be able to dodge most blows unscathed.
History: Sidero's origin, like many others, starts out rather humble - he was born to a simple blacksmith and a housemaid, both of whom were owned by a noble in the small town they resided in. Sidero lived in relative comfort for most of his childhood and, while he never received a formal education, was rapidly growing a strong body thanks to his years with his father at the forge. He, like most blacksmith's apprentices, forged the simplest of items - horseshoes, utensils, etc. His father wished for his son to take over after he has passed, and spent most of his youth training the boy in forge work. Sidero's childhood was mostly uneventful - occasionally getting in a fight with other kids, visiting other villagers, nothing truly extraordinary. That is, until a platoon of soldiers came to the village, seeking to rest until the next day where they planned to go to the capital. The nobleman, seeking to increase his reputation among the upper class, offered the guest room in his manor to the captain of the platoon. For the other soldiers, people around the village offered them refuge in their homes, and the Denholm family did the same. The young man that stayed their was very forgettable, spoke with a monotone voice that rarely elicited excitement from listeners.
Despite this, he held countless stories of the outside world. The lands outside of the small village Sidero had grown up in since birth, and the exotic people and cultures that existed. For hours, Sidero listened to the man drone on, and while his voice was so soft and warm that it could lull someone to sleep faster than the afternoon rays of sunlight, it's contents were what astounded Sidero. He had thought, at a young age, that he would live in the village for the rest of his life, working the same job his father had, living the same life, and dying in the place he was born. But this normal, unassuming soldier opened his eyes to the possibilities; he wasn't chained down, forced to live a life that was already experienced. He could live his own life, forge his own path. At the age of 15, Sidero decided he would become a soldier.
Spending the next three years working in the forge and training his body for combat, Sidero quickly grew to be an incredibly impressive man physically, and while he remained behind intellectually, the passion in his heart only grew with time and, to his parents dismay, Sidero left to enlist at the local city. After 3 days of travel by foot, he finally made it to the city and, after a brief examination and being satisfied with his physical fitness, he was sent into the wilderness with several other men. Unlike the other soldiers, Sidero enlisted to help terminate monsters that attacked near towns and cities. Sidero spent the next 15 years in the corp, fighting with other men against various wildlife, anything from trolls to gryphons, and while the work was certainly bloody, Sidero enjoyed every second of it. He had experienced more in the last 15 years than he ever would of in that village, that he was sure of. About 3 months into his 33rd year of life, he had heard news of the ceremony that would decide the future Knights of Elements and, having stored up enough vacation days to last months, he set off to see the future heroes of the kingdom. After all, Sidero loved experiencing things more than anything else in the world. He now stood in the capital of Elementia, waiting along with the rest of the crowd to see who would be declared as chosen by the gods.