Inigo Barré

This is a role play blog for Inigo from Fire Emblem, associated with Red-Stringed RPG Tracking: Inigo Barre

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something my muse wants to protect

There is not much Inigo is looking to protect except maybe his reputation. He moved to Prava for school, and left most of his old life behind, hoping to start anew here. He currently doesn't have any strong relationships he is trying to protect. As for possessions, he doesn't have much. He does, however, have his mother's old wedding ring. She died when he was a child, and the ring is now his most sentimental item he owns. So if he were to try to protect anything, that would probably be the thing he would go for first. 

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something my muse admires

Inigo admires romance. He appreciates the extra steps people take in order to show their affection. The flowers, sappy love letters, the whole deal. He thinks its great. 

He also admires many actors and actresses whose footsteps he strives to follow in. He has a long list of inspirations, but the at the top of the list would be Marlon Brando. He truly admires the big names in drama, and hopes to one day be considered one himself. 

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Day 5 of 30

Are they comfortable speaking in front of a crowd?

Yes, Inigo is very comfortable speaking in front of a crowd. He was shy as a child, but his mother often put him out of his social comfort zone, which in the long run helped him get over his shyness. And as a drama student, it is very important that he not get stage fright in front of crowds. 

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Flight of White | Inigo & Namine

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So he wasn’t there because he was interested in the Flight of White? Namine puzzled over that little bit of news he dropped, casually, and wanted to ask him why he’d come, after all, but she was finding it difficult to formulate the question in a way that didn’t sound rude when he called her ‘pretty’, and then Namine’s brain did a perfect swan dive into the inane, all the hard work scattered to the four cardinal winds. 

"I, um, don’t know anyone who might have wanted to come with me." She said, quickly, before the blush growing hot on her cheeks spiraled completely out of control into some serious level five red glow of embarrassment. Though maybe she should feel bad that she really meant it, not a single person whom she could have asked to go with her, but, well, what was the point in being sad about facts? Facts she was trying to change, anyway, so she wasn’t going to bother feeling bad about them. 

Inigo seemed… maybe a little mortified too? He wasn’t looking at her, anyway, so Namine looked away herself, appreciating the chance to take a calming breath and accept that lots of girls got called pretty all the time. It wasn’t that big a deal. She watched a white butterfly, laced with black, and realized those were the supposed Rice Paper butterflies. Oh. She hadn’t quite expected them to look like that. 

"So pretty… I didn’t know butterflies could come out during winter…" She opened her hands, holding them palms up, trying to entice one of them to land on them.

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Inigo looked back over to her and saw her blushing, which caused him to flash a confident smirk. It seemed she was really liking him. The nervousness he was feeling before seemed to melt away. 

  He watch her as she tried to get one of the butterflies to land on her hand. "So pretty…" he heard her say. I didn’t know butterflies could come out during winter…" 

"I was wondering the same thing" he replied. "Where do you think they get all of these butterflies?" He really wasn't too preoccupied with the thought, just trying to continue the conversation as they walked about the conservatory. He saw a butterfly land on a large leaf next to him. Stopping for a second, he set his hand next to the butterfly. It slowly made its way into his open palm, and he lifted it from the leaf. "Ah ha" he exclaimed, "I got one." He let it explore his fingers for a moment, before lowering his hand until it was level with Namine's. With a little encouragement, he got the butterfly to flutter over to her. "There you are, your own Pravan slow flake" he said as it made its way from her fingers to her wrist. 

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Flight of White | Inigo & Namine

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Oh, he’d accepted. She didn’t know why, but she had sort of expected him to politely explain that he was there with his girlfriend or something and decline, he did strike her as very charming. As well as a butterfly exhibition didn’t seem like the sort of thing most guys went to by themselves? Namine’s smile was shaded with pleasant surprise before she realized that he was right, there hadn’t been an introduction. Whoops.

“I’m sorry, you’re right.” The warm air inside the conservatory was almost tropical, disconcerting when coming inside from the cool day. Good thing that she had taken off the scarf, if it got much warmer she was going to end up carrying both it and her sweater. Namine extended a hand to her new acquaintance once they had cleared out of the way of the door, a little too properly brought up to do anything else, or even know how.

“Naminé Neige, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” And it was. Maybe she wasn’t so bad at making friends and acting like a normal person after all. See? Not so hard. 

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"No need to be sorry," he said with a smile. "My name is Inigo, its a pleasure to meet you." He followed her into the observatory, which was warmer than he had expected it to be. Inside was a lush forest of a large variety of exotic plant life. Beautiful flowers of every color of the rainbow were scattered amongst vines, ferns, bushes, trees... It felt as if he walked out of Deziro and right into the Amazon. He had never been, but it would have to look similar to this. And then there were the butterflies. Their wings  reminded him more of zebras rather than fresh snow, but they were spectacular none the less. They were all over the place, he wondered how the Conservatory could have gotten so many in the dead of winter. He watched as kids tried to catch some, jumping and laughing, and a smile crossed his lips. 

"You know, I've never actually been out here before. I've heard of the Flight of White, and it never interested me too much. But this is nice."

He was quiet for a second, and then asked "So what brings you here today? What's a pretty girl like yourself doing coming to an event like this without a date?" He bit his lip and looked away, hoping what he said wasn't cheesy or weird. Its funny, no matter how many times he has talked to girls, he always got nervous. Their reactions were always unpredictable. Cute to one girl is creepy to another. He focused on a passing butterfly while waiting for her answer. 

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Day 4 of 30

What do they eat for breakfast?

Inigo is not much of a morning person, and will sleep right past breakfast if given the chance. Breakfast has never been an important meal to Inigo. If he does eat something it usually is a piece of fruit and maybe a croissant. Coffee is a must for his morning routine, however. That is something he never skips no matter how late he is running.  

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Day 3 of 30

Do they match their Zodiac sign?

Inigo is a Leo, and from what I've read about Leos, he most certainly matches. Leos are described as being ambitious, creative, and having a flair for the dramatic. They like to be the center of attention. All ways I would describe Inigo. And apparently, it's quite common to see a Leo on stage or in Hollywood, which happens to be what Inigo is striving for. 

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Flight of White | Inigo & Namine

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Paris and Vienna. France and Austria. Nearby neighbors to Deziro, yet so far away to her, as exotic as any fantasy world she might have read about or dreamed. Namine absolutely couldn’t stand at times how small her life had been so far. Blessed, yet irrevocably small. She took a step forward, acquiescing to the flow of the queue as the people ahead received their tickets and vanished through the doors into the conservatory, fanning an arc of warmth every time the doors swung open.

“You have a slight…” She paused, maneuvering the subject, gauging how unkindly he might take it, but thinking he wouldn’t. “cadence, to your words, which I suppose makes sense. French is very lyrical, isn’t it?” Without beat, she slipped back into years of studying under a French tutor, doodling little stars on the corners of her notebook, watching Maurice Chevalier in lively debate with Charles Boyer in black and white while filming in the River district. “Nous parlons français ici, ainsi. [Did that make things easier?]”

Namine hesitated, a brief fraction of a second she answered his question. “I wasn’t born far from here; I’ve lived in Prava all my life.” Not a lie, merely not the outright detailed truth. She was surprised to find herself already at the ticket booth, a woman staring at her expectantly, the prices prominently displayed overhead. Namine apologetically burst into a flurry of motions, almost dropping the scarf, seemingly digging deep under the inside pocket of her jacket until she finally just sheepishly slid a credit card onto the flat counter, surrendering it.

“Um. One ticket, please. Thank you.” She shifted, rearranging the scarf more securely on her arm, not sure what to do now as the woman returned both the card and a ticket to her.

"Erm. Would you like to go in with me…?" The sentence drifted, nebulous in existence but, she’d said it.

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"Ah," Inigo replied after hearing her french, "très bien. il a été un moment depuis que j'ai entendu quelqu'un parler français." [Very good! It has been a while since I have heard someone speak French.] (OoC: I don't actually speak French, so this is just Google Translate haha.) He always enjoyed hearing his native language. It was the most beautiful language, at least if you were to ask him. He almost never encountered french while living in Austria, where the most common language is German. A harsh language in comparison, Inigo never much enjoyed German. He had no choice in learning it, though. And while Deziro was predominantly an English nation, the city of Prava and many French influences that helped Inigo feel right at home. It is the most romantic city in the world, after all. 

So she had lived in Prava her whole life. Inigo wondered what that must be like. He almost envied her for it. Being able to stay in your home city must be nice. He wished it could have been the same for him. He never much enjoyed Vienna. Getting to be near your family... Must be nice. 

The line moved up and the girl got her ticket. She then turned around and asked, almost hesitantly, if he would like to join her. That took him by surprise. Things must have been going better than he thought! 

"I- Yeah that would be great." he responded with a smile. 

He then took his turn at the window. He asked for one ticket, and in return the woman asked for €12.50. Inigo pulled out a group of bills from his pocket, smoothed them out on the counter, and then handed them to the woman. He then held up his left pointer finger to indicated to the tell to wait one second as he dug through his pocket with his right hand for some change. He passed the coins over, and after counting, she passed a ticket back to him. "Enjoy yourself" she added as he turned to leave.

Inigo took a hold of the door handle and held it open for the girl he had just met. "You know," he said to her while holding the door, "I don't think I got your name."  

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Flight of White | Inigo & Namine

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Sensing someone coming up behind her, Namine tensed, then relaxed, chiding herself for being overly nervous. Sure, she didn’t have a lot of experience in going out by herself but hey, lines were for people to line up. Even if implied line wasn’t going anywhere yet. She caught the faint, lingering whiff of cigarette smoke like an afterthought before he spoke. A little unsure, she turned her head to see behind. Ah. The one on the bench that she’d passed without noticing overmuch, other than the restless mixture of dry smoke and sprawled limbs. What had he just said to her? She rewound and offered him a mild, hesitant smile.

“It looks that way, doesn’t it? I guess everyone wants to see the snow.” She referred to the advertisement slogan that the conservatory was using to draw people in, the miracle of snow in Prava that didn’t turn gray and melt within hours. He didn’t seem to be a local, with that accent under the words. Namine didn’t mean that in a bad way. She wasn’t snobby about it, even if she came from the sort of people that called themselves the true children of Prava. If she was, the overdose of hypocrisy might have killed her. Namine hugged the scarf and arm close to her, not out of chill but out of comfort.

She fell silent, and feel the keen edge of it. Come on, self. I may not go out a lot, but it’s not the first time I’ve ever made polite conversation with someone I don’t know. The thought of that silence just going on and on while the line moved at a snail’s pace (at least it had begun to move) unsettled her. She just said the first thing that popped into her head that wasn’t an inane ‘so it’s cold, huh.’ “Where are you from?”

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Things were off to a nice start, Inigo figured. She was talking, and not just about the weather. That was always a good sign. 'The Snow of Prava,' she had mentioned. Inigo glanced up at the large banner above the ticket window advertising it as such. It makes sense why it would be so popular, snow in Prava was a rare sight, and when it did make an appearance it is nothing spectacular. A light dusting, for the most part. Which is how Inigo preferred it. Thats how he remembered snow from Paris. In Vienna on the other hand, snow could be pretty common. It grew to be more of an inconvenience than a novelty. No, the 'snow' was not the reason that Inigo was visiting. 

The girl then asked Inigo where he was from. He wasn't sure if she meant where was in from in the city, or rather where he was born. She seemed like a well off individual economically, and the fact that he lives in some small apartment by the tracks in Baja probably wouldn't be very impressive to her. So he instead chose to address where he was born. Living in two of the greatest cities in Europe was a much better story to tell in order to impress a lady. Women generally loved hearing about Paris. 

He laughed. "Well what gave it away?" he asked. "I'm not from Deziro, I've only been here about 2 years. Before that, I lived in Vienna. But originally, I am from Paris. " You could hear the french in his voice, but not in a way that would make him hard to understand. He had grown up learning English in school, and had become fluent in the language. 

"And how about you?" he then asked her. "How long have you been here in Prava?"

The line had moved up considerably and the girl appeared to be next to get a ticket. Inigo thought about buying her ticket for a second, but decided against it. That might be a bit to much, he just met her after all. He could use the money he didn't spend on his original date's ticket for cab fare. 

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Flight of White | Inigo & Namine

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Was this the right place? Or had she somehow in the dizzying rights and lefts that she had taken somehow wound up missing the St. Orwell Butterfly Conservatory entirely and come out of the garden on a different end? She now truly wished that she’d had the foresight to purchase a map before going in but she hadn’t thought that the place would be a fine substitute for the Minotaur’s labyrinth! Albeit… aside from a few moments of fluttery anxiety when she hadn’t been sure whether she was going backwards or forwards, it had been fun to work her way through a real, living maze.

A-ah. It looked like she’d found it, going by the families with young children and couples going past her. Namine stepped aside out of the way, inspecting the building before she went in. Having never been in a butterfly conservatory before, she wasn’t sure how it was supposed to look. If she hadn’t been searching for it, she would have easily mistaken it for a greenhouse and not looked twice.

She checked her wristwatch. Getting lost had taken an unexpected chunk of time but the conservatory wouldn’t close for hours. Passing by a smoking young man on a bench, Namine headed for the ticket booth, taking the last place in line. Feeling that she’d dressed a little too cautiously for the weather, Namine pulled the hooded scarf off, folding its voluminous flow over an arm, absently pushing her braided blond hair back over a shoulder. Happily sighing inaudibly that against all odds she’d made it there with little obstacle, Namine patiently waited for the line to start moving. 

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With each drag of the cigarette, Inigo was getting more annoyed by the no-show. She could have at least had the decency to call and say she couldn't make it. Hell, he would have preferred her even lie and say she was sick or something as opposed to getting stood up. She'd better have a good excuse if she ever planned on speaking to him again.

Inigo was about to toss the cigarette and head home, when he spied a young and attractive blonde girl getting in line. She was looking rather lost, and more interesting to Inigo, alone. Maybe today wouldn't be such a wash after all. He tossed the butt onto the sidewalk and stamped it out, before walking over to the line and standing behind the girl. 

"Pretty long queue, no?" he said after a moment, in order to initiate a conversation. "I hear this is a pretty popular event." Hopefully she wouldn't think of him as some creep trying to pick up girls. Which he guessed was half true, if he was being honest with himself...

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Flight of White | Open!

Inigo sat on a bench outside of the St. Orwell Butterfly Conservatory. There was a slight chill in the air, but compared to the winters he was used to in Vienna, this was pleasant. Middle of January, and he was wearing a light coat and a scarf? You won't find him complaining about that! 

There were other things Inigo could complain about today, though. Anyone passing by on their way to the conservatory could tell he was pretty agitated. He was constantly checking his phone and scanning the faces in the crowd with a slight frown on his face. 

He had been sitting on the bench for over 30 minutes now, waiting for his date. He had been talking to a certain girl for a few days now, and asked her to attend the Flight of White with him. She apparently decided she had better things to do. Inigo would be damned if he was going to pay 12.50 Euros to go see a bunch of butterflies alone. He took one last look around, and finally gave up. "Her loss," he said, sitting back in the bench and stretching his feet out, Inigo took out a cigarette, placed it on his lips and lit it. One cigarette before I go, he thought to himself. 

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Day 2 of 30

What is your character's birthday 

Inigo was born on the 7th of August, 1993. 

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Day 1 of 30

Where was your character born?

Inigo was born in Paris in 1993. He grew up near the Quartier Pigalle in an apartment with his mother and father. He spent much of his youth exploring the urban area, but never far from his mother's watchful eye. 

He also lived in Vienna, moving there after his mother died. This is where his father was originally from, and here they lived in the Meidling District. This was his home until moving to Prava for college.