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STATS + THREADS | INTERVIEW
Quick portrayal notes:
Taken 4 years post-FE7 (Hector Route); currently 22 years old.
Regarding supports, I default to A-ranks unless you'd prefer otherwise. I also write with no end pairing in mind. Let's chat if you have questions/ideas on either point. <3
Player notes + mun info below!!
[ OSTIA ] - An Ostian court dance where the leading partner wields a ceremonial sword as a part of the routine. This dance, meant to resemble a knight with his lady, is getting some attention from the students of Fódlan.
did someone say all panic, no disco? well here's the definition of panic. in the flesh, knees rattling, gawking stupidly at the oversized sword that's been flung at her (caught miraculously without getting sliced, but not miraculously enough to stop her from toppling over!) bernadetta squawks with a muffled thud! into his back.
What's just crashed into him? A bird? A baby flying horse? Hector turns around and sees...nothing. Only when he looks down does he spot one of his students, and the ceremonial sword that nearly dwarfs her.
"That's some invitation to dance," he chuckles, holding out an arm to help her right herself. "This dance floor is pretty treacherous, yeah?" He gestures to his torn shirt, already missing a button from his last go at this dance. "This isn't even the first hit I've taken."
[ PHOTO IN MOTION ] - And in addition, this year boasts a similar device bolstered by new advancements that allow it to capture more than just a moment; now, even motion and sound can be immortalized forever. Take a video with a friend—or catch something juicy you’ll want to keep up your sleeve for later.
Hilda fiddled with the device's buttons, trying to mimic what the attendant had shown her. Why did it have so many? Eventually, a red light flashed on and started blinking at her. Did that mean it was working...?
She peered into the tiny little window on the device which showed her what was in its range. The image of a tall, blue-haired man looked back at her.
She looked up at the real figure.
"Come on," she prompted. "Do something! It's a pretty boring 'video'," as the attendant had called it, "if you just stand there..."
Hector’s just standing there, as she says, because he doesn’t realize he’s walked into the contraption’s crosshairs at all. At the last photo-something booth, he’d been told to stand still for a portrait. Now he had to ‘do something’?
Hector looks to his right. Then his left. Back at the girl. She’s still locked on him. Shrugging, he shakes a rose loose from his bouquet, and it drifts to the floor. Picking it up, Hector stares back at his own miniature reflection, and the mirrored dot of red in its hand.
“Uh. Catch?”
[ SHAVED ICE ] - Served with a wide assortment of sweet, fruity syrups. Traditionally, it is served in bowls, but some are saying it makes for quite a refreshing sip when drank from a glass.
"Have you ever tried sipping this?" Ryoma asks. The shaved ice would look like snow, if it didn't come with toppings on it. Arguably, the yellow one is quite distasteful.
"Would you need to heat it up first, I wonder?"
Hector glares at the mounds of frozen, colorful pain.
"I tried eating a cup of that in one go, and it hurt my head like hell. Someone said something about frozen foods doing that, but I don't know. I still don't trust it.
Though the man doesn't wear the air of a pushover, Hector sets down one of his roses on the table in front of him.
"If you're gonna try some, here. You should get something out of it, at least."
[ GOSSIP ] "Psst," Henry drops his voice to a whisper, speaking out the side of his mouth, "I heard that oneeeeeee particular student mage," a point at himself, "thinks that oneeeeeee particular professor," a point at Hector, "has super cool pants!"
...Yeah, that's how gossip works!
Hector looks back down at his own breeches, then back at the whispering young man and his ever-present smile. Is he being made fun of right now? And by his own student?
No, Hector decides. After the journey of the soul he and Henry have been through together, Hector...well, he doesn't have a much better read on the guy, truth be told. But he's had more good times with Henry then bad, so he chooses to add this to the former list.
"It's not my usual style, that's for sure, but thanks, kid."
Holding out a rose, he adds, "You collecting these too? Think you might prefer one with thorns, but they removed them all already."
"Ah, Sir Hector!" Nino spots the towering bulk of one of her former fearsome leaders. "It makes sense that you're here, since Mister Eliwood is, too!" She eyes his bouquet of roses, a stark and powerful compliment to the rest of him. "Do you wanna trade flowers?"
Hector finds he has quite a lot of questions for the girl from the Black Fang. What have you made of your life since? Have you come to terms with your loss, and if so, how? He wants to ask what she's done with her life and what truth she's found.
All that comes out instead is a rose from his hand and the words,
"Yeah. Let's."
Since she's here now, cradling flowers and flitting around the monastery, things can't be too bad for her. Better than when they'd met, surely. Plenty of people around to look out for her, and for tonight, plenty of fun to be had. But still, as he leaves, he feels the need to turn around and add,
"You ever need anything, just let me know. Okay?"
[ FLOWER ARRANGEMENT ]
Hector has been leaving a trail of rose petals in his. Not in an elegant way and not on purpose, but because the dang flowers refuse to sit still in their bouquet, their wrapping loosening over the hours.
Head in one hand, he looks down at his unraveled bouquet, snapped stems tangled in ribbon. Beside him, a student flutters over him, desperate to help but afraid to get too close.
Seeing Matthew, she meets his gaze, a silent plea for help in her eyes.
There never is a dull moment when it comes to spending time with his Lord Hector, is there? Hands clasped behind his back, bouquet of hyacinths swaying delicately with the to and fro, he watches,
And wonders if maybe he should step in.
It is, after all, kind of depressing to watch.
When gaze flicks up, Matthew meets the eyes of another trained on him. A-ha.
Step in, he does, stooping to stand over Hector's shoulder, one hand conspiratorially cupped to his mouth to shield Ostia’s shame in a careful whisper:
"Milord... you know that part of learning to be a good ruler means not shouldering everything yourself, right?"
He nods up emphatically, in direction of the student close at hand.
Use the resources at your disposal, milord...
There's nothing to shoulder here, Hector wants to snap back, because he's got this. He does. But the unfurled bouquet stares back at him, and Hector knows that it's his own hands and his own stubborn forging ahead that's tangled the ribbon into tight knots. snapped most of the broken stems.
So he leans back and only takes out his irritation on the leaves that are stuck to his glove, picking them off and flicking them on the table with a tsk that really means fine, I get it, you're right okay? Then he waves down the student volunteer whose hovering he's pretended not to see.
Picking out an unbroken rose, he holds it up over his shoulder. He hasn't turned to look back at Matthew, but he knows the spy is still there, still looking over him, as he always is.
Midori's startled yelp melts easily into delighted laughter as she finds herself lifted high onto the man's shoulders. Grown-up though she might be, surely no one can resist a good shoulder ride!!
At the other's question, she looks up, the tallest feathers cutting a wide, colorful arc through the air as the chinstrap barely holds the headpiece in place.
"Uhhh, not quite... I think we'll need five more people's shoulders to sit on...!" she says through her giggles.
The man calls another photo-artifex operator over, and Midori, now experienced, smiles and throws her arms out wide, feeling really quite big and tall in the moment!
"Thank you! That was fun!" As the picture begins rolling out from the edge of the machine, Midori leans down (the feathers swoooooshing forward this time) to meet the upside-down face whose shoulders she's sitting on. With not much else to thank the older man with at the moment, she takes one of her flowers and sticks it where collar meets cape, trying to find an artful angle that helps accentuate his outfit.
"I'm Midori, and I'm an apothecary!" Even despite their relative positions, she decides to introduce herself properly, "Tonight we're just enjoying ourselves, but normally I'm really focused on my job! So if you ever need any herbs or medicines, you can call on me anytime!"
Her giggles are wildly infectious; Hector's grinning so wide his face hurts as she explains his mistake through her laughter. After setting her down, he kneels and holds out a red rose for her bouquet.
"Hector. I'm a professor. Next time I get banged up, I'll be sure to call you."
He ruffles her hair before drawing himself back up. Though he doesn't doubt how serious she is, he hopes she won't take on too much responsibility too early. Childhood is so brief, and the world will ask so much of her, but for now, Midori is only a girl at a party, collecting stories to tell her father. Hector's glad to have been part of one of those stories.
[ SHAVED ICE ]
"Wait!!"
Hector throws out a hand to stop her, his lips stained blue and his eyes grave.
"I think these ice things been poisoned. I ate mine in one go and it gave me the worst headache."
On the verge of foretasting the delicious dessert, a shout startled the Macedon princess, who abruptly turned to see the intrusive voice and to give it a face. A familiar face, to be honest.
"Are you sure about that?" she was lapidary, she hated when she was being interrupted while doing something pleasing or important. "An headache isn't a symptom of poisoning"
Does Hector know enough about poisoning to argue? No. But is he convinced that this frozen stuff is fine to eat? No, he's still certain something is up with it.
He slaps a rose down on the table.
"Bet you this flower that you'll feel it, too." Arms crossed, he settles in to watch the same happen to her.
He tried to warn her, but if she won't take his advice, then he's going to watch her prove him right.
[ SWEET BUN TRIO ]
"Ah, Lord Hector." It's not a surprise to see the Ostian, but their paths have yet to cross since he arrived at Garreg Mach. Now's a good a time as ever to rectify that...and greeting him while he's busy stuffing his face has the added benefit of letting Heath speak uninterrupted, for now. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Stuffing his face is right. Hector learned quickly that eating a bun in one bite is all too easy. Even two only make for a decent challenge. Now he's seeing if he can get all three buns into his mouth at once, his gloves tucked in his pocket to protect them from the sugar and cream.
(Deep in the kitchens, the pastry chef weeps, overtaken by an inexplicable sorrow.)
" 'f it isn'—mmh—"
After swallowing the triple bun bite, he tries again.
"If it isn't the honorable traitor!" Licking his fingers, Hector takes in the other man's outfit. The man had been so serious when they'd met, but he wears the floral accents so comfortably that there's no clash. "You must be loving the whole flower exchange game."
Then he starts. "Wasn't your name something to do with flowers? Heather?"
He's getting better with names. Must be all the introductions and reunions as of late.
:fair_fight:
ethereal ball 2026 | w/darios
It was that boundless confidence that had made it easy to persist back then. Darios laughs softly as he tightens his grip on Hector's hand. With the free one, still clad in silver, he beckons a bystander over to count them down.
"You were the one who knew best when to throw in the towel." How could Darios ever forget those damp halls. What was once a painful present has become a fond memory. "I'll simply have to remind you of defeat once again."
The eager student places their hand over both Darios's and Hector's. "Three, two... one! Go!" His hand lifts up and he falls back into the crowd.
Darios holds his breath. He won't tell Hector, but maybe he should've kept them on if the time it's taking to adjust to the change is anything to go by. "Oh, you're worried about such a thing? When I win I'll be sure your knuckles don't hit into the table too hard-!"
Is it thundering? No, that's just Hector's loud, defiant laugh. One would think that loss after loss after loss would chafe for someone as competitive as Hector. And they did burn in the moment. But he'd first pegged Darios for such a tight-buttoned, starched scarf of a man that it's endlessly entertaining that he's always up for another competition.
"This ball is about to become my favorite thing about Garreg Mach."
He's already squeezing against Darios's hand, not with his full strength but with anticipation. Adjusting his seat, angling forward a few degrees more, Hector makes sure to be at his very best when the count hits zero.
And then the game is on, and they're heaving against the resistance of one another. Hector's free hand is in a fist, braced against the table as he throws his weight behind his grappling arm.
Teeth gritted, Hector hisses, "Not—afraid of pain. Don't you—dare go—easy on me."
[ PHOTO-ARTIFEX ] - The ever-popular photo-artifex makes its annual return, allowing users to capture pictures in as little as a flash of light and a moment. Take home something to remember the event by!
"If it isn't Nel!"
Waving at her with his bouquet, Hector flashes her a lopsided grin. In the immediate aftermath of that illusory arena, he'd been...not ashamed, exactly, but...reluctant to show his face around his fellow professor. After all his talk, he'd really hoped to make a good showing in their first time fighting side-by-side. Instead, he'd ended up whacking her with her own weapon of choice.
Time to see if time had healed those wounds, if Nel was the sort to hold grudges.
"Perfect timing. I wanted to see if you felt like taking one of those instant portraits together," he jabs a thumb at the nearby booth, "but I saw you had some guy on your arm. Is he the jealous type?"
[ GODDESS TOWER ]
"Halt!" The overzealous guard in full armor cuts off Hector's path with the pole of his spear. "State your business."
Okay, what is it with people stopping him at doors tonight?
"A walk around the grounds? I was invited to this thing. And I work here." He waves the bouquet of roses in his fist, but the guard's posture doesn't relax.
With an exasperated sigh, Hector looks to the other..guard? Fellow suspect? The young man is dressed like spring, his clover pin catching the moonlight and drawing Hector's eye to the flowers at his own side.
"It's not enough that we're all stuffed in these stuffy outfits - now we get treated like criminals. Can you believe this guy?" Clicking his tongue, Hector plucks out a deep red rose from his bouquet and offers it to the young man. "Least we can make something out of this."
It's not that Deimne doesn't want to enjoy the party, but he favours the outskirts more. His eyes had wondered away from the grand ball to the tower off in the distance, forever guarded. His curiosity getting the better of him, he had wandered a little too close for the guard's comfort, and clearly he isn't alone in that crime either.
The other man looks to him, dressed in royal blues and a fist full of roses held more like a weapon than a bouquet. It didn't look to be a very comfortable outfit. At least Deimne could scrape by with polishing up his usual attire, but he wouldn't be caught dead in that sort of outfit.
He plucks out a rose that Deimne accepts. "Thank you, and sorry about the trouble." He takes out his own flowers - a blue hyacinth - and hands one over to him in exchange. "I hope your evening goes well."
Studying the lone blue hyacinth from this angle and that one, he picks it back out and gives it an experimental swing.
"Huh. They gave you ones that look sort of like a club."
At the apology, he tosses his head back at the guard, whose eyes still haven't left the pair of them.
"Don't apologize for him. Speaking of which, let's get out of here before he starts poking us with that lance. Maybe the cathedral bridge is less guarded."
With one last glare over his shoulder at the guard, Hector turns his back on the tower.
He looks like he could use that bouquet as a weapon, the way he's holding it. Wolf nods approvingly (and mostly to himself) from where he stands guard.
The familiar gaze of a fellow warrior. Even he hasn't been spared from the flowers, though. Lips curled in a wry smile, Hector nods back, then ambles over.
"They got you too, huh?" He gives the bouquet in his fist a little twist as if twirling one of his axes. "Don't tell me you've gotten to throw out any party-crashers, or I'll be jealous."
:fair_fight:
ethereal ball 2026 | w/darios
Years of Rowan and Lianna running through the Aytolian castle upon his arrival has numbed him to his name being yelled. The challenge accompanying it however? That is most certainly something that pulls a wicked little grin to his lips.
"Are you certain you want an audience?" Darios follows suit, the chain undone and his cape folded over the back of his chair as he takes his seat. The aforementioned flowers are placed down in another seat -! He plucks one and tucks it into the nook of Hector's ear before freeing one arm from his gauntlets. "It's been a while my friend, are you sure you've kept up with me?
Tossing his head, Hector tries to dislodge the flower, but it holds fast. Fine. He'll let the annoyance fuel his strength.
"Oh, I definitely want an audience for the night I finally win one over on you."
He stuffs a rose into the other man's bouquet to even out the debt before clapping his hand into Darios's.
"Sure you don't want to keep those on?" he asks, jutting a chin at the discarded gauntlet. "It's gonna hurt when the back of your hand hits that wood."
[ NETWORK ] - One of your fellow ball-goers is being accosted, and getting into earshot, you realize it’s by someone who claims to be one of the scouts looking for talent. But they’re being a little pushy, aren’t they? And are you sure they’re really who they say they are?
He'd been approaching to offer a flower from his bouquet, but with the scene he stumbled upon, that task was completely forgotten. Mark was hardly the type to intrude on another's conversation unbidden, but he could see all the warning signs that the person pestering Hector could not. It wasn't like Hector was ever particularly subtle about his frustration, but this man simply did not seem to know when to let up. There could be a wide variety of reasons for it, whether the man was willing to own up to them or not. The consequences of that pushiness were not ones Mark wanted them to have to endure right now.
"Um, s-sorry to interrupt," Mark squeaked, trying his best to insert himself in between Hector and the stranger to ensure no blows were thrown, just in case it came to that. "Hector, I think someone was-- uh, Eliwood! Eliwood was looking for you. On the other side of the hall. I think it was important!"
He's not a good liar by any means, but right now, he doesn't really need to be great at it. They just need any excuse.
"...just one photo, and you'll be a star!"
"For the last time, no." Hector snaps, then tries yet again to sidestep the man with the photo-contraption, but he's a slippery one. Somehow she's right back in front of him.
"I'm telling you, this Muscles Monthly newsletter will be a hit. One little photo without that pesky shirt, and—"
—and then, just as Hector decides he'll have to push past him, Mark is in between them, come to his rescue. The interruption throws the man off enough that Hector's finally able to back up, widening the gap between them.
"Is that right? Can't keep him waiting then. Let's go, let's go."
Ushering Mark over and away from the predatory photographer, Hector hurries away. At first, he's looking for Eliwood, and is confused when he can't find that familiar shock of red hair.
It's not until they're halfway across the room that he realizes what Mark's done.
"Ohooo, you sly devil!" he laughs, throwing his head back. "Quick thinking, as always!"
He teases out a deep red rose and tucks it into Mark's bouquet. "It's not exactly enough to pay back the debt, but here."
At first, Hector had approached because it looked like a giant bird had gotten into the hall. What else would explain that plume of feathers, so tall they crested above the partygoers?
But at the end of his walk across the dance floor and over to the entrance, he finds a young human girl. Not even hiding his baffled frown, Hector sweeps a hand at the very feathered headdress that's nearly as tall as the girl wearing it.
"What's all this? Some new fashion?"
The headdress is really heavy, but with all her experience carrying her medicine cabinet on her back all these years, Midori finds she's getting used to it quite handily. With the new, colorful picture in her pocket, her night was only getting better!
The staff at the photo-artifex had told her that she could borrow the feather plumes for the evening, because no one else had used it even once since they started operating it. And if it'll feature in the photo she's sending to her father, then she thinks it's only right that she should wear it around for real so that it's an actual part of her ball experience.
It sure gets her more attention! She's used to being one of the shortest people in the crowd, blending in easily, but she finds herself approached by strangers asking after her fashion choices now.
"Do you like it? It's cool, right?" She beams up at the older man, though the vertical motion of her neck is a little limited by the heavy weight, "I'm wearing it so that I can show my father how much fun the ball is!"
She indicates the direction she came from. "There's lots of different hats that they'll let you borrow at the photo-artifex booth, if you want to try one out too!"
The feather one is Midori's for the night, though, and she'll definitely make the most out of it!
Cool isn't the word Hector would choose. In her case, heavy is more like it; he can tell it's an effort for the kid to keep it upright. But he's a big fan of her can-do spirit, especially if she's here without her father. Hector is pretty sure he can imagine how much she must miss him.
And, frankly, she's the first child in some time that hasn't either tried to kill him, hid from him, or sized him up before kicking him in the shins as hard as they could. He still had no idea why they kicked him.
"Is that right?" He smirks as an idea comes to him. "Say, you think we can get those feathers to touch the ceiling?" The hall's clearly far too vast for that, but before she can say so, Hector's got his hands under her arms, hoisting her up onto his shoulders.
"Well? How close are they?" He calls up to her. Then, spotting an attendant with a photo-artifex, he waves them down. "Let's show your father how tall you are! Hey! You there. Get a picture of us!"
