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Aloysius was awestruck by the girl’s outfit. It looked nothing like what anyone in Valenwood, Northumbria OR the Silver Islands wore. His clothing was completely different from hers; a long, white hooded cloak with brown pants with silver wraps around them. His entire right arm was covered by a silver knight gauntlet which matched his grieves under his pants. He definitely didn’t seem like he belonged in this place.

“I...yes. I’m fine. What is this place?” He asked, resting The Key on his shoulder. Being 6′3″, he dwarfed this girl. He put a hand through his short brown hair and let out a sigh. “My eyes are killing me.” He muttered, awaiting an answer.

By anon power, Aloysius is suddenly teleported to the world of n0t-a-bad-dream's roleplays. Right in front of her character, Selene Grey.

Aloysius sat on his tree stand in the midst of the forest he inhabited most of the time when a sudden whirring sound caught his attention. It sounded like metal spinning on top of something else metal, foreign to his ears to the word. He hopped down from his perch and landed softly in the overgrown grass, looking around. He unsheathed the Key and searched silently for the source of the noise, his gaze suddenly overtaken by a bright white light.

He carefully walked forward in a defensive stance towards the light, his curiosity fueling the muscles in his legs and his goal to finding the source of the light. He got closer and immediately noticed the rippling in the air. A portal or some kind then, a rift in the air torn asunder to reveal the brightest of lights within the dark forest floor. His interest piqued more as he took a rock from the ground and tossed it into the rift softly, the light enveloping the rock completely. With a shrug, he decided that nothing ventured gained him nothing, and entered the rift. The light faded and stopped its blinding and allowed him to properly see. His first sight to this new world was the jet black strands of long, wavy hair…

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By anon power, Aloysius is suddenly teleported to the world of n0t-a-bad-dream's roleplays. Right in front of her character, Selene Grey.

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Aloysius Lennox (Yes, it’s French.)

This is a character I made a while ago for an RP that died. R.I.P in Pieces.

Name: Aloysius Lennox

Age: 23

Height: 6’3”

Weight: 211 lbs.

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Weapon: Key to Babylon, a 140cm claymore gifted to Aloysius by a sorcerer as a reward for protecting and serving him loyally.. The blade is gifted with opening rifts in the open air that access the famed “Golden City” armory. It also has a heavy magical resistance with the ability to ricochet spells and other magical attacks.

Power: Golden Spears of The King. Once the rifts are opened, spears poke out of the openings, causing ripples to form in the air around them. At his will, he can send them flying at his enemy. This is a rare occurrence, only shown when he is in trouble or pressured.

Skills: Two-handed Swordsmanship Mastery, Battle Excellency

Bio: Aloysius was born into a rich family that lived off in the cities of Valenwood. Raised as a squire from the age of 10, Aloysius was taught many lessons in battle strategy and combat. Soon, he surpassed his superiors skill and soon was the next in line for the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard by 18. However, Aloysius grew bored with his life of nobility and wished for excitement. He didn’t want his power given to him anymore. He wanted to earn his power. His travels took him all around the world, eventually landing him in Northumbria. Over these years he met a small merchant of which he cannot remember.his name, but the face was all too familiar. He was older, much older.. His face looked like worn leather and his eyes were piercing and looked like a deceased fish’s. Soon, they were leapt upon by bandits. Fighting them off, Aloysius suffered severe wounds that were nearly fatal for the young man. However, the older gentleman healed him back to perfect health. At that moment, Aloysius swore fealty to this man. For four years he worked for him, for four years he was undyingly loyal to this man. He protected him, treated him like his own father and on the day his time came, he stood by the old man’s deathbed, holding his hand for hours. Near death, the old man spoke in a clear tone riveted by a rough and gravelly voice. “Go to the pond beside my home, child. There, you will find the reward for your service. There will be what all those years were for. Do this for a dying man, child. Do this for me.” He spoke these final words to Aloysius, shutting his eyes for the last time soon after.

The pond beside the man’s home, searching for this reward he spoke of. Soon, a bright light shined from the middle of the pond beneath the water, the grip of a sword slowly rising from the surface. It made no ripples in the water but shined brightly in a golden aura. The blade was 140cm and resembled a claymore, the blade Aloysius mastered back home. He took hold of the blade and immediately felt the power coursing through his body. Visions of golden spires flashed through his head, of a city made entirely of gold. His vision took him inside what looked to be the castle where the king resided, then in front of a large door. There lay the sword and a keyhole in the shape of the blade. The visions faded away and soon Aloysius understood them all. His sword was a key, a key to a forgotten place long destroyed and aged by time, sunken into the bowels of history. This sword was a link to the past, a link to whatever lay beyond the door, to the armory of the King of Babylon..

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