General InfoTrue Identity:
Sir Gawain, of the Round TableAlias:
Leonardo B. Harwey
78kgPicture: Appearance Description:
Standing at a height of approximately one metre, eighty centimetres, Gawain commands an imposing, powerful presence. His body, save his head, is near-always covered by his armour, worn over a woolen gambeson, black from his upper arms, on his torso, down to his upper legs just below the pelvis, and on his left leg, black-striped blue everywhere else, and with golden bands covering the meeting-points between the two colours. His armour consists of white plate, polished to a reflective sheen. His boots and greaves form single, solid pieces of metal that reach to his knees, and while he wears a cuisse above the greave on his right leg, he wears no armour in the space between his left greave and cuirass.
The front of his cuirass forms a shallow triangular pyramid, on the right side of which is painted a floral pattern, outlined in black with yellow stigmas. The cuirass widens at his waist, expanding in a manner reminiscent of a skirt that parts entirely in the center of Gawain’s front, encircling the rest of his upper thighs with light, overlapping plates of armour, the hems of which form several sharp points in the shape of triangles. The cuirass also reaches up to Gawain’s neck, splitting into several linked plates, and connects at the shoulders to Gawain’s spaulders, also constructed of three pieces of overlapping plate metal. Though he wears gauntlets, white with black fingers armoured on their top sides, Gawain wears no vambracers or couters, leaving his arms between his spaulders and gauntlets, which reach halfway up his forearm, exposed.
Gawain’s face is that of a youthful, fit man in his late twenties - or perhaps his early thirties - with a rounded chin, rounded ears, and a smooth, rounded nose. His default expression is normally a calm, almost stoic and studying gaze, but his eyes, green, are an equal mixture of quiet warmth, strength, and regret. Gawain’s hair and eyebrows are both sandy blonde in colour; his hair, kept an odd mixture of unkempt and groomed, reaches down to his neck, covers his upper ears, curls out and away from his head in multiple locations, and covers the space between his eyes with a single, curling lock.
When not wearing his armour, Gawain’s first choice of clothing is a black suit and tie.
AttributesStrength: B+ (B+++++)Endurance: B+ (B+++++)Agility: B (B++)Mana: A (A++)Luck: A (A+/A++)
Resistance against magical effects through outright cancellation of the spell. At Rank B, Gawain is able to cancel low-level spells with chants consisting of less than three verses, and is only negligibly affected by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals. With his power increased by Numeral of the Saint, Gawain becomes effectively untouchable by the spells of modern Magi.Rank:
Outright cancels spells equivalent to rank B and below, and significantly diminishes the effects of High Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals used on Gawain.Skill:
The ability to ride and control animals and vehicles. At Rank B, Gawain can handle most vehicles and steeds with above-average skill, but he cannot ride creatures on the level of Phantasm Races.Rank:
Allows Gawain to control vehicles and mounts.Skill:
Eye of the Mind (True)Description:
Heightened insight into dangerous conditions, refined through experience. Through his many years of experience and combat as a Knight of the Round Table, Gawain is capable of calmly analysing battle conditions even when in the heat of combat, and of deducing an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, Gawain has a greatly improved chance of winning. Rank:
Substantially improves Gawain’s combat-analysis capabilities.Skill:
The natural talent to command an army, increasing the abilities of allies when fighting as a group. As the son of King Lot of Orkney, the chosen successor of King Arthur, and even the King’s decoy on occasion, Gawain learned through teaching, observation and experience how to act in a manner befitting a leader, which was complemented by Gawain’s own experience and reputation as a valorous Knight. At rank C, Gawain’s Charisma is comparable to that of a Lord or Minor King.Rank:
Allows Gawain to effectively command moderately large groups of people in battle, and makes most people have a strongly positive reaction to him.Skill:
Numeral of the SaintDescription:
A condition unique to Gawain's existence. During the hours between 9am and 12pm and those between 3pm and sunset, all of his powers increase by a factor of three. This was related to the ancient belief that the numeral "3" was the sacred number of the Celtic Gods.Rank:
Triples Gawain’s parameters, Magic Resistance, and Noble Phantasm Blade of the Devoted’s power between 9am and 12pm, and 3pm-5pm.
Noble PhantasmsNoble Phantasm:
Blade of the Devoted – The White Knight of the Round TableType:
1-3Number of Targets:
Often seen as the epitome of the perfect Knight, Gawain drew his power from the Sun, earning him the secondary title of Knight of the Sun. Calling on its power, Gawain sets his blade alight and gathers flames around him, slashing downward and unleashing them on his opponent in a small, fiery explosion. Though normally a Rank C Noble Phantasm, this Noble Phantasm doubles in power when Gawain is in direct sunlight or is acting in a manner befitting a ‘true Knight’ – such as defending the weak and innocent, or fighting in the unwavering service of his King. When affected by Numeral of the Saint, this Noble Phantasm triples in power – overruling any power increases from other circumstances.Effect: Image link.Noble Phantasm:
Excalibur Galatine – The Reborn Sword of VictoryType:
2-40Number of Targets:
The shining sister-sword of King Arthur’s legendary Excalibur, said to rival it in power. As opposed to Excalibur, which represents the light of the planet and the wishes of mankind, Excalibur Galatine represents and draws power from the rays of the Sun, and is said to have a shard of the sun itself stored within the blade. It was given to Gawain, one of the greatest Knights of the Round Table, by the Lady of the Lake, but its legend has long since been overshadowed by that of its more famous sister.
Its relative obscurity has proven valuable as a Noble Phantasm as, unlike Excalibur, its appearance alone is not enough to recognize the sword, allowing Gawain to use it freely without the need for concealment. When the sword’s true power is activated, Gawain throws it skyward to generate large ball of flames and gather heat and light before catching it again, forming a magical circle with a Sun in the center around him in the process. He then unleashes a horizontal slash of radiation at his opponent, which then erupts into a giant wall of fire before exploding.Effect: Image link.
The perfect Knight, often referred to as the White Knight of the Round Table. Gawain, like his Aunt Arturia, is and was seen as the embodiment of Knightly virtue: courageous, courteous, noble, honourable, chivalrous, just, fair and calm. This is indeed true – Gawain is all of these aspects and more. He was and remains a defender of the weak, the poor and the innocent, and a defender of women virtuous enough to sometimes be referred to as “The Maiden’s Knight”. A gallant Knight, compassionate warrior, and a friend and adviser to young squires and Knights, Gawain has always served his King and his values faithfully and unerringly, and was intensely loyal to his friends, his family, and above all his King.
This is, however, not always immediately obvious. Gawain, when not serving directly under his King, was one of the most independent of the Knights of the Round Table, a freedom that some quietly believed was due to his position as the King’s nephew. As a result of his many solitary travels, quests and examples of Knight-Errantry, Gawain comes off as somewhat aloof and stoic, which can serve to hide the pure Knight within him. His actions and deeds, however, speak more than loudly enough to compensate – harkening back to his days assisting Knights, Lords and commoners during his travels in the countryside, Gawain is more than willing to lend aid to those he encounters, providing physical assistance or advice to those he judges deserve or require it, even those that may be or become his enemies. Unlike his fellow Knights, Gawain was and is a comparatively secular individual, lacking the spirituality of many of his fellows despite his pure thoughts and intentions.
Gawain never looks down on his enemies, and does his best to refrain from insulting them, choosing instead to response with politeness and courtesy. He does, however, have his limits – though he generally refuses to rise, slights or insults against his King or Master will provoke a strong reaction, usually verbal but potentially translating into anger in combat as well. Despite living his life in Arturia’s shadow, Gawain retains an almost unshakeable fighting spirit and resolve, fighting gallantly at the command of his Master of King and returning with a smile when the battle is done.
Yet beneath the pure, ideal Knight lies regret, and a desire for atonement. As a result of his hatred for Sir Lancelot, Gawain inadvertently brought about the destruction of Britain, the downfall of his King, and his own death. On his deathbed, Gawain realized his mistake and accepted it as his own lack of virtue, and swore that, if given a second chance to live and restore his honour, he would devote his everything to the King. Consequently, as a Heroic Spirit Gawain is driven by this desire to atone and restore his honour, perceiving his own life in a very black-and-white manner: his absolute mission, his sole focus, is to provide assistance to his King, and as a result he has freed himself from all doubts and once again embodies the image of the perfect Knight.Character Color: SilverLikes:
King Arthur, chivalry, Leonardo B. HarweyDislikes:
Older wivesNatural Enemy:
Chivalrous behaviour, Knight-Errantry
Born the son of King Lot of Orkney and Arturia’s sister Morgause, Gawain grew up with three brothers – Agravain, Gaheris, and Gareth. From an early age, Gawain desired to be a Knight – he practiced swordplay with his brothers, learned to read and write, served as a squire, learned the ways of chivalry and nobility, and strove to become the embodiment of Knightly virtue. Over the course of several years as a squire, Gawain repeatedly proved his worth, both as a warrior and as the embodiment of chivalry and honour. He was Knighted young, several years into the reign of King Arthur, and as a full-fledged Knight wandered the countryside as a Knight-Errant, striving to offer assistance to the weak, to the innocent, to defend the poor and lend help to his fellow Knights and squires whenever he was able.
Only a few years younger than Arturia, Gawain, as her nephew, was one of the few individuals privy to her identity as a woman after she ascended to the throne of Britain and became King Arthur. After proving his worth as a Knight-Errant, Arthur himself offered Gawain a position as a Knight of the Round Table, an offer which he gladly accepted. His brothers, themselves all Knights, were in turn offered their own positions in Arthur’s court, and all four brothers came to sit on the round table together.
Gawain served his King unerringly and without hesitation. His greatest desire was not for himself, but to see Arthur flourish as a King, holding his steadfast loyalty to the King above all else and putting aside the thoughts and intentions of those who surrounded and judged him. Eventually, he rose to become King Arthur’s right-hand, and one of his close friends and advisors. Yet despite his position, Gawain was one of the least permanent members of the court; though all Knights would wander the countryside, helping those in need, offering their services to Lords or simply traveling for the enjoyment of it, Gawain took it further than the others. When not fighting for his King, Gawain spent great lengths of time away from court, assisting others and striving to embody the ideal of a Knight. Despite his absence from court, many of his fellow Knights grew to know, respect and admire Gawain when he met them on the road, assisting them in their quests, coming to their aid, or fixing their mistakes and helping set their wrongs to right. Even Lancelot, one of the greatest Knights who ever lived, is said to have once been rescued by the White Knight of the Round Table.
As a result of his unshakeable chivalry and pure heart, Gawain was chosen to receive one of the swords of the Lady of the Lake – the sister sword of Excalibur, Excalibur Galatine. He came to be seen as the embodiment of the Sun; his power was drawn from it and was said to triple during the day, his sword was said to contain a shard of it, and he treated almost all with equal warmth and care. Perhaps because he had rescued him, perhaps because they were two of the greatest Knights of their day, or perhaps because they simply understood each other on a level few could, Gawain and Lancelot became the greatest of friends. In time, the people of Britain came to know him well; the tales of his deeds spread throughout the common folk - some exaggerated, some fabricated, some true. Which were which, only Gawain knew for sure, although many of his fellow Knights disbelieved the tales of his marriage.
It was not to last. When word of Guinevere’s affair with Lancelot became known to the public, Arthur, despite his love for the two, had no choice but to order her execution, surrounding her with Knights to prevent intervention – including Gawain’s brothers. Gawain, opposed to the execution, refused to take part. When Lancelot and his Knights came to Guinevere’s rescue, he ultimately ended up slaying Gawain’s brothers in the attempt. Gawain, his love turned to hatred at the death of his brothers, dueled Lancelot, and despite his own formidable skill was outmatched and wounded by the Knight of the Lake.
As the state of Britain began to deteriorate, Gawain’s hatred festered, even when Arthur himself forgave Lancelot for his deeds. Britain deteriorated further – Lancelot’s actions, combined with his excommunication, fractured the Round Table, which became the catalyst for the fires of civil war that soon consumed Britain. Mordred and his armies clashed with those of King Arthur for control of the throne.
Gawain fought for Arthur, his loyalty to his King remaining unfettered. It was at the final battle, at Camlann, where Gawain clashed with Mordred beneath a bloody sky. Lancelot, one of the finest Knights and warriors alive, was nowhere to be seen beneath Arthur's banner, his desire to assist rejected by Gawain himself. The power and skill of both Knights was a sight rivaled only by the final duel that was to follow, but in the end, Mordred triumphed, exploiting the old wound Lancelot had inflicted upon Gawain and cutting the Knight of the Sun down.
Laying in the dirt, dying, Gawain finally recognized his mistake – his hatred for Lancelot had fractured the Round Table, invited his King’s ruin, deprived Arthur of a powerful and loyal ally, and caused his own death. He cried, understanding it was his own lack of virtue that had caused it all. Calling a squire to him, he bade him to seek out Lancelot and call him to the battle immediately, asking he forgive him for his hatred and begging him to save the life of his King. In his last moments, Gawain swore a vow to himself: that, if he was ever given a second chance, a chance to restore his honour, he would devote his everything to his King. As Bedivere, his King’s closest friend, recovered Arthur from the hill of swords where he fought Mordred, Gawain died.
They fought beneath a bloody sky, beneath clouds that hid the Sun. Steel rang in the air between them, a beautiful, terrible song that seemed to stand out from the carnage around them, from the countless men fighting and dying. The Knights danced around each other, trading blows, their swords giving and taking strikes that would have shattered any lesser blade. Sweat poured down Gawain’s forehead. He couldn’t feel the Sun. Whether it was too high, or too low, it did not lend him the strength he needed. Mordred circled around him, striking at him with the sword that was his King’s. Gawain’s blood burned at the sight of a usurper wielding it.
He stepped back, raising his sword to block another flurry of blows and retaliating with one of his own, striking high, low, left, right, fainting, dodging, parrying. Everything else was irrelevant, but for the clash of steel between himself and his opponent. Was Mordred tiring? Under that helm, Gawain could not tell. He stepped forward and to the side, slashing, dodging a return strike. There! An opening, a gap, enough to get one good strike in. If he could damage Mordred’s armour, or weaken one of his arms, he could exploit it further and strike him down. Raising his blade, he moved it across his body and went to slash.
An involuntary stab of pain jolted through him, flaring up in the wound the Knight of the Lake had dealt to him, what felt like an age ago. Gawain sucked in an involuntary breath of air, and his grip on his blade faltering and slipping, just a little. Mordred saw the opening instantly. Raising his blade, he struck.
Excalibur Galatine clattered to the ground beside him. He realized he was lying on the ground; raising his hand from his chest, he saw that it was covered in blood. Mordred stood over him, sword still raised. Gawain gazed at him. The strength had left his arms, and he could not even reach his blade, much less lift it. If this is to be my end,
he thought, At least I died with honour, in battle in the service of my King.
Mordred stood above him. Hours passed – no, only seconds. The world took on an almost surreal quality. Then the usurper lowered his sword, and held it vertically across his chest, bowing his head. He said nothing. Was that respect Gawain saw in him? Pity? Sadness? He could not say for certain what it was, only the one thing that it wasn’t – hatred for the Knight he had killed. Lifting his sword, Mordred strode away, leaving Gawain lying in the dirt. He coughed, sputtering up blood. He could not feel the Sun.
Mordred’s pose hung in his mind. No hatred. The usurper, fighting to steal the King’s throne. He had cut down one of the King’s most loyal Knights – and yet, he seemed to have taken no joy in it, or borne Gawain any ill will. Where is he now,
Gawain wondered? The sounds of battle were distant in his ears. Fighting my King, because I failed to slay him?
And as he thought, a terrible realization descended on him. Failed, yes. Gawain had failed, but his failure was not his loss to Mordred. There could have been one more Knight between the King and the usurper. One Knight, greater than all others, who could have cut down Mordred and ended this war. But he was too far away, by Gawain’s own hand, because Gawain could not see past the very thing Mordred had tried to spare him from in his final moments – hatred. Lancelot could have ended this. Lancelot could have slain Mordred. No – Lancelot could have stopped this from beginning. Lancelot’s departure broke the Round Table. Gawain had supported his King’s excommunication of his greatest Knight. He could have ended it. He could have reconciled the two, made the others see, see the worth in Lancelot’s actions, kept the Round Table whole.
Instead, he lay in the dirt, dying.
“Forgive me, my King,” he whispered. “I have failed you, and brought your ruin.”