((Alright, first my apologies for not having posted for the past two days, I had wanted to but kept getting delayed. Gupi, as it stands, your character would have either participated in a battle of pirates against monstrousely huge centipedes, or she would have hidden herself and only comes out now, that the battle is over.
We are on a sandy beach, blood soaks the sand, the cries of the wounded/dying fill the air, and it is a nice, quaint summer-day with just a bit of a breeze. You know, our usual day.
Johnny got his arm broken, though he is currently being taken care of by the rest of the pirates, while Helbrecht got battered quite worse, and is currently standing on the edge between death and life.))
The dark knight remained mostly motionless, gaze affixed on the medallion, though, if one had listened near him, one would have heard the distinct sound of ragged breathing, showing that he was, indeed, alive.
The closer inspection would have also allowed one to see the exposed skin, where parts of his armor had been torn off completely.
His flesh was a pallid white on coloration, the kind one received from having not stood in the sun for decades. But what would have been much more glaring to the ordinary viewer, would have been the simply unnatural, grotesque amount of muscle-tissue rippling underneath the skin.
Though his face still remained hidden, it would have been easy to call him a monster.
Another thing of note, though one that would not have been immediately obvious, only if one had watched the damage of his armor for some time in stillness, his armor itself.
It was growing back.
Love to the loveless, mercy to the merciless.