FOR GOLDOA.

priv. gareth from FE9/10 bodyguard working in the town of garreg mach

[bloodtideprotector]

"I'll protect you, even if I die trying. What I’m saying is, please do not die. We need you."

                       A private RP blog of Gareth from FE9/10, written by taro.

                STATS.    /     MUN.    /    DOSSIER.    /    AFFILIATION.

Notes:

All replies with major spoilers will be tagged with ' tellius spoilers '.

Pinned post graphic coming soon shhhhh it's not my fault this man barely has any official art

Portrayal Notes: [RADIANT DAWN SPOILERS AHEAD]

I haven't played POR or RD and am writing him based on what I've researched about both games. I'm aware of most, if not all, major spoilery content, but if I seem to forget any important scenes do let me know. I don't mind spoilers.

I will be writing him assuming all of his supports have reached A rank, which doesn't affect much as pretty much most, if not all of his characterization happens in the endgame. If any Tellius muses would like to change this please let me know.

He's also taken from his solo ending. Even though he's a caretaker for Ena's child, he holds completely platonic feelings for Ena.

This version of Gareth assumes the NG+ content ( such as his lore-bomb conversation between Kurthnaga and Nasir, including knowledge on Lehran's true identity ) is canon.

(Last Updated 28.08.2025)

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there's an angry birds joke here somewhere

ANNIVERSARY 2025 - FLYING + 1

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The more time the red dragon spends in this part of Fodlan, the more he notices just how many odd jobs lie in wait. It seems they’re willing to hire just about anyone of any background, as long as they are not of dubious character.

Strange is how Gareth, a laguz warrior of Goldoa, has been assigned to raise birds. Not laguz children from one of the bird tribes, but a full animal. Is he really the sort to be taking care of chicks when he is clearly a dragon? Are these little ones even aware of the course set before them? Surely there is something to be said about how these creatures have no say in how they live, possibly forever trapped in this coop for as long as they live… 

One of the hatchlings squeak, jaw agape as far as it physically can as it waits for him to give its feed. It is wrinkly and naked, newly hatched and far from capable of doing anything but sitting in its nest. What he does know is that these animals have far, far shorter lifespans than a beorc or laguz. Perhaps that’s why these people still try to keep their lineage alive.

… It reminds him of many decades ago, when Dheginsea would relinquish Kurthnaga to his care on days where he couldn’t keep up with the young prince. But it wasn’t because he was fragile, no, but rather his… free-spirited nature. During those times, Gareth had already put his best effort to treat Kurthnaga with care. The skills he developed then seem to prove their worth once more.

“Hmm… ” After successfully feeding the young, albeit with a spoon that’s a little unwieldy for the laguz’s hand, his glance falls to the beorc working alongside him, who has placed himself near the ones that have already developed their feathers. “They seem more docile than I expected. How’s their training going?”

[ @swordsmanoftranquility ]

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i need some di-vine intervention

ANY SKILL + 1 / gareth + nasir.

[yukyunotabibito]

"From what I've heard, it does not seem to be infectious," The white dragon averts his gaze away from his companion, nearly wholly unable to bear seeing his old friend in such pain. Were their situations reversed however... Nasir is sure that Gareth would feel the same seeing him in agony.

"Since that is not a concern, allow us to focus on figuring the solution to your current predicament. I..." The younger dragon sighs, feeling his heart twinge in confliction. There is not a soul around beside the two of them, and yet, a man ever determined to keep his secrets cannot voice his feelings so easily. It's Gareth though, and he has never felt very much like hiding things from his fellow retainer - most of the time at least, "... I don't wish to see you suffering, dear friend."

A hand unwittingly finds its way back to his friend's shoulder once more, providing what little comfort his touch can bring the red dragon.

"Allow me to get you a glass of water, should you wish for one," Whatever he could do to help, besides providing the information Gareth had requested, he would do without question, "Then we shall talk further. We will make sure everything is okay; alright?"

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How pitiable he must be, being victim to this strange ailment. It was already embarrassing having to walk amongst the town streets pretending that he wasn’t suffering. He didn’t know why he felt just as much even in front of his coworker. Much of their time together was spent serving the Goldoan royal family, and while they formed a bond of trust, he still feels as if there's still a gulf separating the two. 

And so when Nasir — a laguz of many social masks — offers his support so readily, it makes him wonder whether that gap is steadily closing.

The petal in his fist gets crumpled up, and despite this condition weakening him to where he must keep his voice down to avoid any further pain, his frustration is apparent as he huffs through his nose. “I don’t wish to see you worrying so much about me either, friend.” He looks up to meet eyes with him. Seeing that face laden with concern sends an unexpected pang in his chest, different from the symptoms he's facing. “It’s… supposed to be me who works to ease the burdens of others. I have never felt like this much a weakling since a long time ago...” 

What would happen if this was an everlasting disease? Will there come a point where if untreated, it’ll end up taking his life?

There’s a certain type of rage boiling from within, wanting to incinerate the vines that try to root themselves into his body. If it were not for his decision to meet up with Nasir, he might’ve gone off into the woods and tried to solve this through his transformed state. Thank the Goddess that he isn’t that foolish.

“Yes. Yes, I would greatly appreciate that…” Water is certainly better than nothing at all. “I have faith in you.”

He doesn’t have the courage to say that if he ever gets a premonition that it would only get worse, he wouldn’t hesitate to write back to Goldoa regarding his fate. Planting more seeds of worry won't help.

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august activity check

TOTAL SKILL POINTS ⟋ 8

SKILL POINTS ACQUIRED ⟋ 1

BREAKDOWN: passed monthly activity check - +1 any skill

ALLOCATED SKILL POINTS ⟋

[+1 SP] Gauntlets - C -> C+

FINISHED THREADS ⟋

none

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(rolls for intimidation) can i get the VITTSJÖ please

gareth + rhys.

[gentleaureole]

The last thing Rhys is expecting to see while out among the market is a member of the Goldoan court. He has not met any laguz since arriving and the dragon clan has always been the most elusive. Even when they did fight together, it was brief.

As such, he's never stood quite this close to any of them, and it surprises him that Gareth would even remember him vaguely.

"We did," Rhys answers with a nod as he clasps his hands in front of himself. "I'm Rhys, a healer with the Greil Mercenaries. Or, I was, but now I'm here. With Ike, actually! Well, he's not here, but he came here with me. Or I, well I came here with him. We came here together." He nods. How did he get turned around so quickly?

Like the bird tribes, the dragon laguz can fly, but they are also so much more presence and power to their arrival. Rhys is aware of just how frail and small he is compared to someone like Gareth. He's also not quite sure how he should be addressing him.

...Merchant's wares? Rhys stares for a moment and then realizes. "Oh, yes! I'm looking for a sword rack to buy but I'm not sure what makes a good one. I- Ah, would you happen to know?" He knows so little about swords but now that he thinks about it, would Gareth know much either? Laguz do not need beroc weapons.

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A sword rack? This man doesn’t look like one who wields such a weapon, although there might be a myriad of reasons as to why he’s searching for one. Perhaps he is learning how to use one for himself; perhaps this is meant to be a gift for someone. There are many kinds of weapons beorc use – sometimes, they don’t even use them at all, and simply use it as a decorative piece. But what good is a weapon if it never gets used for its intended purpose? 

One of his hands rests at ease behind his back as he deliberates on his answer. “I can only assume that a good sword rack would be one strong enough to support its weight, yet convenient enough for the owner to pick up the blade at a moment’s notice.” Such is true for other metal tools used outside of battle, so it’s only logical that this is the answer, right? However, Rhys did say he wasn’t alone… “Is this not for you, but for the beorc hero instead?”

If it were, that would mean this sword rack would have to be reserved for that blessed blade Ragnell… Gareth furrows his brows in thought as if they aren’t already. 

“Maybe we should consult one of those merchants for advice, since we must take your budget into account. Ah, but don’t worry about getting swindled... I will personally make sure they don’t try any underhanded tactics on us.”

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i need some di-vine intervention

ANY SKILL + 1 / gareth + nasir.

[yukyunotabibito]

It still brings Nasir a flutter of both shock and delight every time Gareth crosses his line of sight here in Fodlan. They had not been apart for any meaningful for dragon laguz like themselves, but Nasir still had missed his friend dearly. With how much time they had spent by each others' side, it always felt a little odd to be without his face in his life. Though it felt almost just as odd to see him in Fodlan.

To see him now... face wrenched in pain and voice hoarse from the flowers caught in his throat... Nasir's carefully curated mask almost slips completely in a single moment.

"I'll help," He says instantly, before he can even think, placing a comforting hand on Gareth's shoulder. Sorrow fills deep blue eyes for but a moment, remembering someone who had long since passed. Someone dear to him that he hadn't be able to be there for in her time of pain, a time when she had needed him most.

"And for the record, Gareth, you don't have to apologize for asking me for a favor," He sighs, keeping a steady hand on his compainion's shoulder as he moves to get them away from the crowds in the marketplace, "Come, we can go into my shop, no one will notice us or our troubles if we take shelter in the backroom."

Those ocean eyes brim with worry for his friend, but he also worries for the prying eyes of the public upon both of them. If it is as the rumors that he has heard... Nasir imagines that Gareth would appreciate the discretion.

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To have a friend to rely on in this situation is plenty to be grateful for, even more one who prioritizes his wellbeing over business matters. There is no reason to doubt, not when they have worked together in Goldoa long enough for them to develop a silent understanding of each other. Still, when their paths have diverged into other endeavors, Gareth feels it necessary to make his intentions as non-imposing as possible.

Someone like Nasir would enjoy the freedom of choice of whether they want to involve themself in this predicament… However, considering how dire this is, there’s a lightness in his chest at his immediate willingness to help.

 “Thank you,” he utters while he’s guided into the store. 

Gareth doesn’t go to sit down at first. The red dragon — much used to standing for long periods of time — hunches over slightly, hand clutching over the base of his throat. Though, knowing that they are in a more isolated space and that the white dragon would probably not take well to his stubbornness, he finally takes a seat by a nearby stool. 

“I only hope it’s not an infectious disease. If it were to happen to you, I’d truly be lost on what to do…” A stray petal drops out of his mouth into his hand, and he frowns.

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the heart of the cards

FLYING + 1 / gareth + seadall.

[seadasu]

The dark haired one—

Seadall had been called by worse identifiers. He’d answered to worse, many times over. It was almost natural in the way he turned as if called by name, a reflex that several others in the vicinity mimicked no matter what hair color they wore.

Many eyes never leave, the attention prickling over Seadall’s skin as his eyes flicker between the offering and the man attached to it. He has height to him, the exaggerated kind that existed for the sole purpose of creating a character to be a hero, a villain. An obvious other, when set side by side with the common folk. Seadall could appreciate it, hiding a grin when he caught a child staggering with the effort to look up at him, tugged away by an embarrassed mother.

“Mm, so it is.” Curious, because he had left his cards locked away today, unwilling to carry them on holiday in an unfamiliar place. The pad of his thumb smoothed over the elegant depiction, seared into his head from dozens of readings across the years. Amused, Seadall dragged his attention from the glossy artwork, stowing it in his pockets and tipping his head to observe the other. “Thank you. No deck would be complete without its reunion card! Does this make you its recipient?”

Quirking a brow, his tone had turned light, unwillingly reading between the margins of a chance encounter. A failing of anyone regularly reading futures, he hoped. “Drawing this card means that you’re to meet someone who will become an important friend.” A brief pause followed, watching for signs of a rebuff. When none come immediately, he allowed a smile, offering a hand.“Since the spirits are feeling so bold, I’ll introduce myself first. Seadall of Solm and now of Garreg Mach, a new faculty member.”

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He didn't quite understand what it means to be a 'recipient'. Picking up a piece of paper is simply a coincidence. Perhaps this man is talking about the concept of fate - that while anyone else could've picked up that card, or not at all, Gareth was the one who took the initiative. 

He never took the chance to wrap his head around the art of fortune telling; merely thought that it was a way for someone to find solace in knowing what might happen in the future, for them to be able to plan should the fortune happen or not. It was an art that he himself wouldn't take much liking to -- in fact, were it to be a major revelation marking a turning point in his life, it would only serve to make him worry more than he already does. Surely, such fortunes had to be true to some extent if people engage in it. 

He might as well offer his time and attention, listening to his judgment of the card given. "An important friend?" 

If that reading were to become true, when will it happen and who will it be, he wonders. This person doesn’t appear to share anything in common with him that would be a catalyst to a proper friendship. An important friendship, no less. Will his fortune-telling skills prove itself as helpful to Gareth’s cause? 

Even if this ‘important friend’ is to be someone else, more connections would be welcomed… 

Ah, the beorc is already introducing himself. He should take the time to do the same. “Gareth of Goldoa.” He reaches out to give Seadall a handshake. “Have you been enjoying your time working at Garreg Mach so far? I’ve heard of good things, though I’m no staff nor instructor. I’m merely a resident of its town.”

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i need some di-vine intervention

ANY SKILL + 1 / gareth + nasir.

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It all started one morning, when he woke up with a rashness in his throat. Had Gareth overworked himself? Nothing about the days prior were out of routine, and he always took due diligence in ensuring his physical health was at peak condition. What he thought was a mere sore throat had developed – or uncovered – itself to be more chronic than he expected, when petals started leaking out of his mouth as he was getting ready for the day.

There’s a scowl on his face, more pronounced than it already was as he paced briskly around the town square. It didn’t serve well enough as a distraction, for the pain continued to claw at his chest. It was getting hard to breathe. Suffocating, almost. This isn’t good.

It must be some unorthodox curse that has manifested in him, for whatever reason… Had he angered someone for them to cast this upon him? In his many years of living, he’d never heard of their kind suffering from such illness. 

He walks through the marketplace once again, his body tense as he tries to remain tough despite feeling as if his entire chest were bound by the sharpest thorns. There’s not many people he can go to for help, nor does he feel confident enough to visit a cleric… This is far from an ordinary disease or poisoning. Whether it be a bout of luck or chance, he sees a familiar Goldoan friend doing business as usual. Nasir was always knowledgeable and street-smart; he must know something about this, right?

“Nasir, I’m afraid I must ask you a personal favor…” Gareth attempts to maintain his composure, yet when he approaches, he staggers. He can’t hide the hoarseness in his voice. “This morning, I found out that I was starting to cough out flower petals, and it’s as if my own lungs are collapsing… I cannot do my duties and protect people in this condition. If you know anything that can help me—” he turns his head away and lets out a hacking cough, “I would… appreciate it.”

[ @yukyunotabibito ]

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august activity check

TOTAL SKILL POINTS ⟋ 7

SKILL POINTS ACQUIRED ⟋ 3

BREAKDOWN: passed monthly activity check - +1 any skill incentive muse bonus - +2 any skill

ALLOCATED SKILL POINTS ⟋ stats page

[+3 SP] Gauntlets - D -> C(½)

FINISHED THREADS ⟋

none

[old-scalebag]

It wasn’t his place to be roaming the monastery like this. It didn’t help that wherever he went, he could sense the brief glance of curious students and faculty alike. Even if laguz were permitted – encouraged, even, to mingle with beorc here – there were still many things he needed to familiarize himself with. 

There were seldom any figures who can match or even surpass his height aside from perhaps a few laguz, which is why his curiosity was piqued when his gaze passed over someone larger than him. That stance, that appearance… 

Surely, the goddess of this land wasn't playing tricks on him, right?

Genuine surprise and confusion crosses his features, and he utters, the past title of ‘King’ almost slipping out of his mouth, “... Dheginsea? You’re… alive?” 

With positions having been left vacant by those who had volunteered in assisting the church’s latest mission, Dheginsea once again had his hand full as he walked to and from around the monastery grounds. With some duties that were beyond his station as a teacher assistant than others. Regardless of his reservation, he had his duties to fulfill and tasks he would see completed. Paying little mind to the wandering eyes of those around him.

Perhaps that is why Dheginsea hadn't noticed the familiar presence of someone who he had entrusted much to. One whose unmistakable voice makes him look up for the parchment at hand, his brows slightly arching in surprise.

Gareth, a reliable man who has served him well through and through, standing not a few feet away, shock clear on his face. But yet another Goldoan on foreign soil.. another who had learned the secret that is his revival...

“That I am.” Dheginsea gave a slight nod and calmly answered, the slight arch of his brow smoothing over as aged crimson eyes looked over his once general and retainer. What an odd sight he must be to his fellow countryman, without any of his usual garbs beside his clearly worn black cloak, having left the church of a foreign goddess not a few minutes ago..

“What brings you here, Gareth?”  

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It was… surreal. The king he once looked up to and served for many years, now reduced to a commoner in a foreign land. And here he was, speaking to him with such reserved temperament as if he never died at all. What’s more, he looked busy with his own matters – walking around Garreg Mach monastery with no sort of discomfort or unfamiliarity. 

“I wanted to pay Kurthnaga and Nasir a visit. They never told me that you were here…” He still remains wide-eyed, evidently piecing everything together in real time while he speaks. “Nevertheless, I’m glad to see you doing well. I’m planning to stay in Fódlan for some time, to see what living here is like.”

Thinking it further, it makes sense why he wasn’t kept privy to this discovery. Goldoa would surely fall into an uproar if it knew that their late king was brought back to life. It’s a shame that he can no longer serve him as he did back then...

Still, the fact that he’s alive and living a seemingly comfortable and peaceful life is the best he could hope for. If even Dheginsea is willing to lend his efforts here, then this place must be of a high caliber. Gareth had already seen Kurthnaga's enthusiasm whilst studying here, so... Maybe there is really nothing to worry about, after all.

“My respect for you will never waver, even if you’re no longer our King. Please, feel free to rely on me as you would a trusted friend, Mr. Dheginsea.”

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(rolls for intimidation) can i get the VITTSJÖ please

gareth + rhys.

[bloodtideprotector]

The marketplace of Garreg Mach offers a slight learning curve for the laguz. If his plan is to try living in Fódlan, he’ll have to get acquainted with the produce and goods being sold here. Surely, it would’ve been better to bring Nasir along, or at least ask him for advice on beorc customs…

… No – the best teacher is experience, after all. Why should he be afraid? If anything, he is the one to be feared should anything go wrong.

Fortunately, it’s easy to peer over the bustling crowd, seeing as the people here are just about the same size as the ones in Tellius. Gareth isn’t on duty today; so, really, all he has to do is find suitable items to decorate his new lodging. 

It’s then when he sees someone vaguely familiar as he walks by. There aren’t many beorc he knows personally… Could it be one of the beorc hero’s companions? The young man’s brow is furrowed, as if troubled by something. Perhaps now would be a good time to say hello and lend a helping hand...

“You’re one of those Greil Mercenaries, aren’t you? I’m Gareth. We once fought together.” The bass of his voice should be enough to cut through the noise of passerby. “You’ve been eyeing that merchant’s wares for some time. Do you need any help?”

[ @gentleaureole ]

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the heart of the cards

FLYING + 1 / gareth + seadall.

[bloodtideprotector]

Sightseeing on his lonesome was seldom an activity he partook in. Gareth almost felt guilty for indulging in such a thing when he could be back in Goldoa, watching over Ena’s household. Kurthnaga, Nasir, and even Ena herself have told him time and time again that there was nothing wrong with it. Even encouraged it, if it would ease his neverending worries. Perhaps this was what happened when he devoted himself to his job for so long… 

Nonetheless, he would take this chance to heed their words. Today was his scheduled off-day, and he was to do anything but work himself to the bone, both mentally and physically.

But when he was merely walking down the street, his eye caught sight of a small piece of paper flittering towards the ground. It seemed to have fallen off the person of a passing beorc.

He knelt down, picked it up, and briefly observed that it was a card of some sort. Should he be proactive in returning it? Gareth had no knowledge of how valuable it could be to that person, or whether he should even bother with a stranger who might be using it for nefarious purposes...

Ah. His fellow Goldoans wouldn't approve of such baseless, cynical thoughts. Thinking it through, he himself couldn't believe he would entertain them either. Fortunately, the beorc hadn't gone far. Gareth strode towards them, and then, when he was certain they can notice him --

“You. The dark-haired one. Is this yours?”

[ @seadasu ]

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july activity check

he just joined a few days ago. red dragon busy. honk shoo mimimimi

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wanted plots - july + august

Hello! My man Gareth is here so I'm gonna be interested in doing the following prompts. He's Unaffiliated which means he can take on any mission board prompts if you need him!

As usual, DMs or pings in the Discord channel preferred. Tumblr IMs are fine but expect a longer response time.

MISSION BOARD: [ ANY SKILL +1 ] - I'm the no. 1 truther in the Gareth malewife agenda. Your muse is working in the kitchen? He gotchu. Need to re-arrange some furniture for cleaning? He's built like a powerhouse and he's gonna take advantage of it. The only gripe is that he isn't very good with investigative work, so your muse might need to cover that part for him. [ FLYING +1 ] - Usually, he's supposed to be the burly security guard chasing people around, but the turns have tabled in this situation. I think it would be more interesting if he actually doesn't know how your muse got into this situation and is intervening and protecting them purely out of ( seemingly ) Good Vibes. My excuse for him not just using his laguz powers is that he's reserving it for absolutely dire situations... if the chase escalates to something of that degree.

NON-MISSION BOARD: [ LANCE +1 ] - He'll fall for it with the excuse of learning more about beorc culture, and he'll be seething once he finds out this is all just one elaborate prank. I just love this prompt.

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test

If Dheginsea has a million fans, then I am one of them.

If Dheginsea has ten fans, then I am one of them.

If Dheginsea has only one fan then that is me.

If Dheginsea has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth.

If the world is against Dheginsea, then I am against the world.