aeoeling:
Well while I get things organized for Marx, feel free to like this post or hell, reblog it so I know who is around and wants to interact with Marx from FE IF.
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aeoeling:
Well while I get things organized for Marx, feel free to like this post or hell, reblog it so I know who is around and wants to interact with Marx from FE IF.
49!
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49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?
Well, where can he begin? Marx, despite his patriotism and his loyalty to his father and the crown–and how distant he may appear to even his siblings; he cares. Not just a smidge. Not a little. No, he cares DEEPLY. It’s revealed with Nyx that he detests killing and does feel immense guilt for having slaughtered so many people, even if it’s for ‘the greater good of Nohr’. Contrary to his image, I believe he’s quite human, certainly capable of having nightmares. If one specifies his nightmares, he’d envision himself in battle, tearing across the war zone. And it is an ugly sight. Bodies were strewn across the battleground. Piled one over the other, missing limbs, and blood–So much blood! It covered his blade, caked his armor and skin. His men ( loyal soldiers and dutiful people ) were either dead around him or dying. This is for Nohr. For Nohr! He repeats it like a mantra, but when that dream of peace has arrived–when the new era sets in.. How red will his hands be? How heavy will the weight of those killed ( their voices–their cries ) be on his shoulders. No.. A fist clenches silently, he chose this. He will carry this and continue onward. Even if he drowns himself in red..Such a nightmare like above would leave him quiet, but he doesn’t share his inner thoughts to anyone and in part because he doesn’t voice his own conscious and turmoils is a good reason why he receives such nightmares. Punishment perhaps for not being more honest with himself–at least it’s what he thinks.
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Greek Godly Parent Quiz. ( please repost, do not reblog ! )
Tagged by: @aeoelu Tagging: anyone~!
Zeus
Your godly parent is Zeus, the King of Olympus and Lord of the Sky.
Children of Zeus feel that they should be the leader of whatever group they are in, as their father is king of Olympus. They are also all naturally good leaders and tend to assume leadership in groups. You might try to fit reality to a perfect view, and sometimes can find yourself unintentionally being bossy. People can tend to look up to you and trust you to do the right thing, even if they're slightly intimidated by your presence. Sometimes you feel as if you want to get out of the spotlight and fit in with everyone else, but duty gets the better of you. While people look to you for guidance, they may also resent you for being blessed with gravitas and charisma. Although children of Zeus may sometimes come off as cold and distant, kindness and mercy are also defining traits as your natural leadership helps you identify with people. Because of this, people rarely want to get on your bad side as they understand that you can be a force to be reckoned with when angered, and that you tend to do benevolent things when you're in a good mood.
Qualities
Pride, stubbornness, ambition, temper, leadership, charisma, duty
Get to know my character
forsakenoathkeeper:
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01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded? 02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? 03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? 04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) 05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type? 06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? 07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? 08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it? 09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? 10. Is your character more feminine or masculine? 11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? 12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up? 13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker? 14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates? 15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear. 16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like? 17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children? 18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode? 19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily? 20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? 21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear? 22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have? 23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved? 24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like? 25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day? 26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc? 27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it? 28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for? 29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one? 30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like? 31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what? 32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do? 33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go? 34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc) 35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go? 36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life? 37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them? 38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc? 39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct? 40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others? 41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way? 42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change? 43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self? 44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character? 45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?
46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover? 47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along? 48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? 49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? 50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?
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Well while I get things organized for Marx, feel free to like this post or hell, reblog it so I know who is around and wants to interact with Marx from FE IF.
She unclasps her hands casually resting behind her back to take his offered arm, smile curling wider at the title– not earned yet, of course, but flattery does wonders, and it’s proof he’s in a charitable mood. Perfect for lighthearted conversation, perfect for poking at questions on the tip of her tongue.
“Of course! I’d be delighted to– hopefully I’m not drawing you away from anything important!” It’s the last of the formalities she has to throw out to keep appearances, as she maintains her business is just as important.
And, in truth, he is pleasant company; a far cry from some of the lesser men she’d acquainted herself with over the years and kind enough to lend his ear when she needs a favor. He only demands she keep in line– as much as she can, at least. And she’s conceded, for the moment.
❝ No. I will be glad to be away from my political affairs. I’ve been indoors for so long, I would like a change of scenery. ❞ Like the chivalrous knight and gentleman, he guided the Lady Charlotte to the gardens, glad to find himself gazing at something beyond maps and the mix of stubborn opinions or immovable ideologies. Yet in the end all remained political.
He shifted his gaze to her and reflected a well mannered smile, never once allowing his thoughts to show beyond the furrowing of his brow. ❝ So tell me Lady Charlotte, to what do we owe this visit? I trust you’re not here to indulge in my small strolls. I’m afraid I am poor company as of late having been busy with all the meetings and so forth. ❞
Discipline & Dance
“ If I wasn’t certain I wouldn’t have asked ” She is without a doubt skilled in her trade of performing and while her abilities with the lance were decent enough she wishes to improve for her country’s sake, for Kamui’s sake. She is willing to dirty her hands as long they don’t have to. In order to do so, she needs to become stronger, more skilled than she ever can imagine herself to be. She thought of asking Ryouma after all he did tell her plenty of times that if there was something she needed she wouldn’t need to hesitate and just ask him, however giving it a second thought she soon enough came to the conclusion that such attempt would be futile. Naturally he would help, but his trade lies with the sword rather than a lance.
Sometimes she wonders what even got over her to ask in her eyes ( still ) a total stranger to teaching her. Perhaps she simply wanted to be treated fairly or perhaps she simply heard of his hard work. Born without apparent talents, but worked himself to the top by training like no one has ever done before.
The end of the staff touches the ground before she gives a firm nod, “ Whatever you may throw at me I am prepared ” once the mark is given the songstress moves to the right with a quick side step and delivers the first blow that appears to catch the latter off-guard. “ Ladies first, right? ” she knows she is doomed when it comes to a battle of strength, especially with a man like Marx so her agility is the best bet she got.
He had to admit, he liked that look in her eye. One of fierce determination and the promise of retaliation. A fire burned brightly in her, one he’s noticed before on several occasions; Like when she danced or sang with all her heart. In Her passion.. He’s learned much watching her-and looked forward to being surprised more and more each time. This sparring match was no exception. No sooner had she agreed to the round and he found himself facing the end of her staff. Swift on her feet -- Something he should have foreseen. The hard edges of his lips curved into a growing smirk. ❝ Well done--. ❞ He spun the staff, deflecting her’s away. Moving to swiftly, he shifts the staff by her waist and angles it so it meets her cheek as he stands beside her. ❝ My lady.. Here, your agility will certainly be your advantage. Let us see which one fares best hm? ❞ Releasing her, he stepped away to twirl his staff and waited for her move. She was not only fast, but carried an adaptable sense of flexibility. On more than one occasion has he had to not only deflect her moves but leap away or dodge her swings. This only served to amuse him, for what other surprises did she have in store? She always finds a way to surprise him..
Who is she
For her happiness.
Every day, every single minute she had counted. The songstress kept herself occupied in order to stop the worry from getting to her, but how could she not? When her husband is out there with no guarantee that he will return home safely. She waits at the gate, count every soldier, every one of them until she sees him. Then all is forgotten. She runs towards him jumps into his arms as tears of happiness are shed '' Marx '' her breath is shaky but the grip is firm. She won't let go ever again.
It feels as if years had passed since he’d last seen the high walls of his fortress and home. His proud Siegfried sheathed and well worn from battle after battle. He fought hard-leading his men along the front lines and strategizing how best to defeat those that dared threaten the peaceful borders of his country. It mattered not that he was king-He would always be a warrior first. Yet even atop his loyal steed, he finds himself relaxing before the gate as soldiers stream back in. His eyes fall on those that greet their loved ones who were fortunate enough to come back home. To the warmth of a lover, friend and family.. Something he’s longed to return to himself since he went off to war. To hear the song and silvery voice of the one he married and crowned his Queen. The one who soothes his spirit and calms his heart. He spies a glint of her aquatic hair just as he dismounts and time stops. His hand extends to her, catching her easily and pulling her to the fold of his embrace. He cares not that others see them or not; for it doesn’t matter. She breathed his name like a soft prayer, her cheeks damp with tears that spoke of her joys and fears. For one so light and one so small, her grip is fiercely tight with emotions he can wholly understand. His arm circles her waist, keeping her warmth close even as he sighed against her neck. All earlier tension melting away with her presence alone. Her scent enveloped him, sweet like honey and fresh as rain.. How he missed it. Strands of her hair brushed his cheek, feeling cool and soft like silk to his sun-kissed skin. The palm of his hand settled upon her nape, gently canting her head as he sealed his mouth over her’s in a welcoming kiss. He kissed her cheek, the lashes of her eyes still damp with tears for him and lastly her forehead where she wore her crown.
❝ —I am home... ❞ He whispered into her hair. ❝ I’ve missed you.. ❞ Cupping her cheeks, he’s at last rewarded with a smile. ❝ —Welcome home... ❞ And he kissed her again, for truly there was no one else he would love more than her. She was his haven. His sanctuary and home. His promise to return to her always-fulfilled.
I am aliiiiiive. (had no internet) Will re-vamp Marx.
Two sides of the same coin
sangestra:
In-character Word Association !
Read the word then type the first word that comes to your character’s mind. Repost, don’t reblog.
Rough: Train Hide: Cowardice Foolish: Immaturity Sad: Alone Hate: Betrayal Light: Family Dark: Father Mother: Fair Father: Noble Child: Precious Marriage: Wish Love: Azura ( @sangestra ) Soft: Hair Pet: Leo Dream: Peace Divorce: Heartbreak Water: Fishing Loud: Songs Announcement: Politics Power: Royalty Fight: War Smack: Fights White: Robes Sick: Migraines Kiss: Intimate Hug: Comfort Hurt: Pain Happy: Love
“ Your Highness, are you here for the maid practice ? ”
❝ ---Er, no. ❞ He cleared his throat, hoping to hide the color that rose to his face. ❝ T..That won’t be necessary Felicia.. ❞