Dawn Carpellon D'Janus

"“To question the Arthur Vit is to spit on every knight who died without a king to serve.”

— Sir Dawn Carpellon d'Janus des Drachen

The Heir and The Spare

Born the second child of Rago Carpellon d’Janus des Drachen, Dawn was never raised as the heir—but as the spare entrusted with the soul of the dynasty. While her elder brother Felix was groomed for command with political nuance and battlefield strategy, Dawn’s education was steeped in virtue: honor, justice, courage, loyalty, and unflinching faith in the Arthur Vit yet to rise. From a young age, her moral code was not taught as a guide, but as inviolable law—etched into her very identity by carefully curated teachings and reinforced by the ever-present nurturing of Auntie Roz, her AN-T Roz model Nanny Robot. When Felix attained knighthood in 486 YAC, eight-year-old Dawn was knighted as his squire, accompanying him across Human Space. She maintained his Equipment, managed their logistics, and learned the rhythms of war firsthand—not from the courtly balconies of Anthe, but in the cold fire of real errantry. It was a childhood of scars, both earned and emotional, but one that forged her into a figure of unwavering resolve.

Ambush on Makemake

In 489, during a reconnaissance mission to a potential Pax Regnum-aligned colony on Charon, Dawn received a desperate distress signal from Makemake—seemingly sent by a scion of House Caliburn. Unbeknownst to her, the signal was a trap orchestrated by HUMNX, backed by stolen intelligence from Omega Systems. Dozens of knights, each believing themselves to be the sole recipient, responded. The resulting ambush devastated Haus des Drachen’s next generation. Dawn, desperate to reach her brother, took flight in her lone Fitch-Fennig-equipped heavy fighter. With no AI to assist and no time to waste, she gambled on Redspace. It was a mistake that would reshape her forever. Inside that scarlet void, she encountered Ipos, a Supersentient Redspace Adversarial Intelligence, who offered her power, prophecy, and a throne’s shadow in exchange for her fealty. Dawn refused. Enraged, Ipos cast her adrift in the maze of Redspace for what she perceived as mere minutes—but when she emerged, three days had passed. The massacre was complete. Her brother was dead. Auntie Roz’s frame was shattered. Eighty percent of Haus des Drachen's youngest generations of knights were gone. Dawn salvaged the AI’s cerebroid crystal and buried her grief under the smoldering ember of conviction. Ipos had cursed her with a prophecy, but she would make it a blessing.

Fires of Destiny

Returning to Anthe, Dawn was lauded for surviving—but inside, she felt disgraced. Her only recourse was to double down on the one truth she had left: the Quest. She threw herself into advanced training, but her nature—unyielding, idealistic, monastic—made political acumen impossible. She was no tactician of courts. She was a vessel of purpose. At twenty-one, she swore her knightly oaths before her father and claimed her brother’s ship as her own. Auntie Roz, now embedded in the ship’s systems, became her loyal guide once more. With a heart heavy with martyrdom and eyes fixed on the stars, Sir Dawn Carpellon d’Janus des Drachen launched her inaugural quest—not to fight pirates or slay tyrants, but to search the libraries of Anthe for the bloodline of kings, assemble a crew, and fulfill the mad, sacred destiny burned into her soul.