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Day Twenty-eight: If your character's life was a genre, what would it be?

     A tragedy. Jokes aside, it is difficult to assign a single genre to Libra's entire life or to the life of any single character. There are moments of his life that arguably lean towards one genre or another, though perhaps the most fitting would be that of an adventure story. Even discounting the fact that he does travel across the countryside with the Shepherds and the other members of his faith, even his personal journey -- emotionally, mentally, physically -- is something of an adventure. Following the war and with the opening of the orphanage, his life would perhaps most closely resemble a slice-of-life work.

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Day Twenty-seven: Pick two songs that describe your character at two different points of their life. Explain why you chose them.

No Light, No Light -- Florence & The Machine

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes A revelation in the light of day, You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay

     A song for the earlier part of Libra's life, I think. Perhaps in the first few weeks, perhaps months or so of joining the men and women of the cloth, eternally grateful for the opportunity but still plagued by some form of lingering doubt or another. While I believe he would have welcomed the presence of the faith in his life, I doubt he embraced it or those practicing it and teaching it without a sense of distrust, no matter how slight. 

Run Boy Run -- Woodkid

Tomorrow is another day And you won't have to hide away -- But for now it's time to run, it's time to run

     Something about this song struck me as something that could apply to the mission in which you're actually able to recruit Libra. Terrifically specific and somewhat difficult to apply, but I imagine there must have been at least the sliver of a moment in which he considered fleeing from the battlefield. He watched each of his companions felled -- one of them must have tried to tell him to run, if nothing else.

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Day Twenty-six: Second day of favorites! Favorite comfort food, vice, outfit, hot drink, time of year and holiday.

     Libra's favorite food is one he would be hard pressed to find, now. It was a kind of sweet bread, baked and brought to the temple where he and others like him had received the training for their faith. He never had the chance to learn the name of the woman that had been so kind, nor of what happened to her after the fact.

     To ask a monk of his favorite vice is ironic. Regardless, the one of pride is probably the closest that he's come to indulging.

     His robes are far from the most comfortable outfit he has, but they are -- typically -- the most practical. In terms of comfort, he much prefers the shirt that he wears beneath them, especially just about the camp.

     Libra is quite fond of herbal teas, often trying to infuse those that he is familiar with, sometimes even trying those with medicinal properties to see if they would still be effective in such a form -- he'll have the sense to ask Stahl for advice before trying, however.

     He's actually partial to the warmer months of the year. While the dead heat of the summers certainly wear on him as well, he finds something invigorating about the intensity of the sunlight.

     A majority of holidays, he is accustomed to spending in praise of Naga and her works. He finds that there is no singular holiday that he is especially fond of.

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Day Twenty-four: What might your character's ideal romantic partner be?

     An open sense of understanding is an absolute necessity. The things that Libra does, and the manner in which he spends his time -- in prayer, out of his way to aid strangers -- requires a special kind of patience to deal with. Though not particularly eccentric in his presentation or carriage, Libra's inclinations to give aid are not within the norm, especially in such a time of distrust and misgiving, born of war and conflict.

     To be with Libra would also mean to be patient. Divorced from his past as he may say he is, now, there are lingering scars both physical and emotional that are difficult to be rid of. Though his capacity and willingness to care is wide, it is not quite so for his capacity to be open and to be cared for. Softly, gently, Libra needs coaxing to relax. The trust will follow with the comfort. It is a slow build to his love, but his devotion is nigh unshakable.

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Day Twenty-three: Is your character superstitious?

     Perhaps one could argue with me on the semantics that differentiate religiousness and superstitiousness, but seeing as that isn't the point...

     Libra isn't superstitious in that he believes in ghosts or any number of tall tales that might circulate among the Shepherds and the general countryside. He is aware of them, but he does not grant them any weight or merit in their existence. There are those that claim he is, however. So often does Libra send up prayers -- in the morning, before battle, during battle, after battle -- that they seem almost like a prerequisite before any number of tasks. His prayers for his own safety and for the safety of his friends as they put themselves in danger time and again are perhaps those most reminiscent of superstitious practice. Divine safety and good luck have but thin distinctions when what's at stake is a human life.

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Day Twenty-two: If your character could time travel, where would they go?

     He may have said, once, that he would have liked to visit the past, if not to confront his parents, then at the very least to understand their motives and the reason for what they had done. Libra's prospects, however, have turned elsewhere. He had thought that the future would hold a good means of finding a peace from this war and the struggle that accompanies it, but the arrival of Lucina and the other children told him otherwise. And though it was disheartening at first, to know that their children and the generations that came after them would still be plagued by a struggle seemingly insurmountable, it has led him to the conclusion that there is neither time nor place that demand his presence more than the current moment in which he exists.

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Day Twenty: Does your character have any irrational fears?

     Libra has a distrust of people, born of the circumstances of his childhood and his relationship -- or lack thereof -- with his parents. The most extreme form of this fear has manifested in his haphehobia or fear of being touched. While his distrust is not something that is typically expressed in his outward demeanor, there is a subtle and perceptible difference in the way that he avoids standing too close or making any accidental contact with his teammates.

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Day Nineteen: What's your character's preferred means of travel?

     There are few methods with which the troops and the army as a whole may travel, by foot being the most common and accessible to all of them. We have of course the mounted units, though the animals themselves may be used for the sake of transporting supplies rather than serving as vehicles and a means of travel for their riders. Libra has little preference either way, though he does find something exhilarating about riding with the flying units. That said, it's not a means of travel that he would engage in so regularly.