Name: Sir Gervase Irven
Race: Winter Fairy (Unseelie)
Appearance: As a Winter Fae, Gervase is tall and thin, averaging at a rough 7-feet (3.3 meters) and his muscles are wound tight from centuries in the service of the Winter Queen. His skin is a cool shade of blue, like a dark Winter evening sky, and his hair a strong shade of turquoise, cut short and combed tight against his skull to help his helmet fit into place. His ears are sharpened slightly at the tips, aiding in his inhuman appearance. His eyes are a crystalline-white, glowing silver in low light, adding a sharp contrast to his dark skin and jagged cheekbones. His armor is a multi-layered suit, featuring intertwining silver plates in a curving fashion around his torso and limbs, all made to offer as much protection as possible without restricting the Fae’s graceful style.
The chain mail beneath is a snow-white and the cloth layers covering his skin is a strong teal to represent the chill of the winter months. The armor plating features winter carvings consisting of wooden branches arcing across the breastplate and snowflakes dotting the edges and curves to assist in portraying his royal status as the Winter Queen’s chosen herald.
Rarely shown outside of royal ceremonies or the rage of battle, Sir Irven’s wings are sharp and geometric, almost as if his Queen had blessed him with a snowflake’s beauty around his shoulders. Like most fairy wings of the Winter season, his wings are a crystal-blue and mostly transparent, extending about three feet in span from his body.
History: Gervase wasn’t always a member of the Winter Court’s Elite Sentinel’s. Born into the royal Irven household, a place far from the Court’s usual influence, Gervase was naturally skilled at combat. Like his family before him, the Winter Fae was trained and sharpened into a weapon of ice-cold precision. As the years went on, the young fighter was taken to a gathering of other swordsmen to perform for the Court themselves and show the Irven Houses next great Knight. There, he met the current prince and princess, Soreth and Sorea,. The princess, her skin a deep cold blue and hair a pristine white with curls at the tips, struck the fae harder than any sword or burst of magic ever had. Within a few days, he realized it was not only her beauty that led him to her. It was her soul. She looked cold and reserved, but upon requesting to meet her, he found the princess of the Winter Court to be welcoming of her admirer.
The two spent much time together after the event when Gervase wasn’t performing or leading political matters for his household. He often enjoyed watching the Princess paint with winter pastels or engaging in rigorous games of chess. He often let the beautiful fae win, but a handful of times, he’d simply sat there stunned as her clever strategy caught him off-guard. Seeing the connection forming like ice upon a cold lake, the soon-to-be-King requested if Gervase would like to be appointed as Sorea’s personal Knight. Two allied royal families would only be stronger together, after all. Both Knight and Princess gladly accepted the proposal.
Gervase met her every need without hesitation and she was simply stunned by the young Fae’s dedication. No knight had ever shown such a devotion to her needs, always remaining the usual cold and stoic way that was so common for their people, simply answering requests when made. Gervase, on the other, hand showed an almost unending initiative to make the Princess’ life as pleasant as possible while her brother managed the Courts and political affairs.
Very shortly after becoming King, Soreth was informed of multiple village burnings at the hands of the rival Court of Summer, and the fiery army was only moving closer to the Court’s kingdom as the herald spoke. Conflict between the opposing seasons was not unheard of, and Sorea’s brother was quick to prove himself. As a royal Knight, Gervase was conscripted without a choice, and despite his princess’ worried eyes as he left in the formation, he assured her he would return.
“Nothing can keep me from you, m’lady, not even death.”
Where the Winter Court came with knights and soldiers, the Summer fae brought less honorable individuals to the battlefront. Ogres, trolls, pixies and other nefarious creatures swept down upon the Winter fae with burning ferocity. The battle was a ferocious and nightmarish thing, shaking the foundations of the seasonal balance as Summer clashed with Winter. Gervase fought alongside his lady’s brother, but when a set of ogres beared down upon them, Sir Irven was badly wounded in the fight and King Soreth, killed.
After the retreat back to the kingdom, Sorea swept to his side, both from his terrible pain from the war and for news of her brother, as not many had returned from the fighting. With a heavy heart, he informed her of the great King’s death, and inevitably, how she had just become Queen. She had never taken the time to learn the political side of the Court, always having Soreth for such things, and the now-Queen wept at her guardian’s side.
Adding to their torment, as Queen, Gervase would no longer be able to stay as her personal guardian, as the new royal guard would be taking over that role. The Knight’s icy exterior finally shattered and a panic took him for a moment at the thought of another man at her side and in a pained cry, he acted out of desperation.
He irrevocably relinquished everything. His royal house, his lands and people, all political power; he cast everything to her in a desperate attempt to stay with his beautiful Queen. His lady was the only thing he desired in his life, and if he could not stay at her side, he had no desire for anything else. He suggested marriage, but Sorea quickly refused such an extreme option. It would look terrible upon her to marry a knight, especially with having such little experience as Queen, and may risk turning the Court against her. Outside of a royal marriage, Gervase did not know of any other ways for him to stay at her side, but as she occasionally did in their chess games, the Queen surprised him with her wit. She would appoint him as her Captain of the Guard, making him the highest-ranking Knight of the Court, and her personal bodyguard.
After he and the rest of the Winter soldiers healed and the new Queen was appointed officially, Sorea wasted no time at announcing her new royal captain and remained stoic at her side as the war with the Summer Court continued. Hidden in her quarters or behind curtains though, the Queen and her Captain melted into each other’s embrace, a secret love fueling the greatest Queen the Winter Court in history, and the most devoted and protective Knight at her side. Through uncanny and unorthodox methods, the Winter Queen and Royal Captain pushed the Summer seelie fae back out of their lands and reinstated security for their land.
Personality: Gervase, like most Winter fae, has a very cold and stoic attitude with anyone outside of the Court itself, though the howling winter’s fury is buried deep within. Gervase has very little sympathy or flexibility when it comes to other races or species he comes across, simply accepting them as either a part of the cycle he must live with, or a foe he must dispatch. This coldness only grows more prominent in combat, as he works silently and swiftly to cut down targets with a razor-edged efficiency.
With his Queen, Gervase is no less reserved, though he does become far more attuned and makes a point to listen to every syllable his Queen speaks, as well as obeying every command or meeting every desire.
After his time in the war, Sir Irven suffered post-traumatic episodes, sending him screaming back to the fields of fire, ice and pain. Certain triggers, such as smoke and fire, led to such panic attacks and incapacitated him on a few occasions. Only his Queen had been able to free him from the nightmare, but since the war’s end, the fae believes he has wrestled down the scars left on his psyche.
Queen’s Wrath: Gervase has an array of weapons that he obtained after being promoted to Captain of the Royal Guard. His main tool and preferred weapon of choice is an enchanted staff, roughly about six feet (two meters) in length and ending in a pointed tip. Magically blessed by his Queen of Winter, Gervase is able to channel his chilling power through the staff to form a variety of weapons upon its surface. A few examples are a dual-ended blade with edges of ice, an icicle-tipped spear and a heavy-headed mace. The weapon-forming process takes a very minimal amount of energy to perform, but depending on the complexity of the weapon, the ice may need a moment to form completely.
Queen’s Judgement: Criss-crossed over his back are a pair of short-swords, roughly three feet in length, with blades crystal-blue in color and hilts a sterling navy-blue. Also enhanced in a similar fashion, the blades can act as a simple focus for Sir Irven’s power or coat themselves in ice for added force or crushing power.
Winter’s Bite: The knight of Winter’s last weapon is a pair of daggers strapped to the outer thighs of his legs, held snug in a set of black scabbards. The daggers have no magical properties and can be used for throwing or extremely close-quarters combat if all else is lost.
Armor: Sir Irven’s armor was later enhanced to resist the fire magics wielded by the Summer Court, and is the same set he wore when King Soreth died, simply improved and blessed to better protect his Queen’s knight.
Queen’s Bracelet: Strapped to his left arm bracer is a shield-buckler that, when not in use, is a very simple trinket with a silver color, but when empowered, changes entirely. When Gervase forces his will into the tool, a shield about a meter wide forms and thickens to provide an extra layer of protection. Using the moisture in the air, the shield can reform over time from minor cuts and blows, but extreme force or power would shatter it, forcing Gervase to wait for the bracelet to recover from the shock of the broken spell.
Queen’s Nails: As an Ice Fae, Gervase has control over the element of ice, allowing him to shape and direct it, as well as form it from the moisture of the air. Doing so, he solidifies a jagged spear of ice about three feet in length and launches it at his target.
Walls of the Irven: Projecting a blast of ice from his shield, Irven forms a five-foot tall, 2 foot-thick wall of ice in front of himself. This takes the energy from his bracelet, forcing it into its recharging state afterwards.
Howl of Winter: Unleashing a roar, the sound is like shattering glass and ice and meant to deafen his opponent and leave them stunned.
White-slicers: Focusing, Gervase forms and launches a set of snowflake-shaped throwing blades at his target, built to deliver a freezing chill once they impact their intended location.
Winter’s Embrace: From the palms of his hands, Sir Irven releases a cold fog that extends out about 20 meters. This fog is used as both a tool of confusion and concealment as well as a way to reduce the temperature to relative freezing levels, reducing the amount of energy Gervase needs to form other ice abilities.
White Wings: Forming his fae wings, Gervase gathers a blast of frigid air and uses it to propel himself backwards about 10 yards while sending the freezing winds forward into his target. When he lands, his wings again fade as holding extended flight with his armor is too straining.
Creeping Frost: Slamming his feet onto the ground, the Winter fae is able to unleash a spreading ice across the ground in a radius of about five yards, to disrupt footing and balance.