Metodey - General HCs
He’s around 5′7″ and roughly mid-twenties pre-timeskip
His favorite teas are Dagda Fruit Blend and Ginger, though he prefers coffee in general
He’s an orphan from the backstreets of Enbarr and grew up as a thief, doing some pretty dark things just to survive
He doesn’t talk about his past, and goddess help the person that asks
Joined the army at fifteen after he was arrested; it was either that or be hanged
Genuinely doesn’t remember his last name by this point
Has one of the highest alcohol tolerances of anyone in the military; it surprises everyone
One of the Empire’s best reconnaissance scouts, and he knows it
Also one of Adrestia’s best torturers and executioners; he’ll get the answers he needs, one way or another
Spins knives, daggers, or swords when he’s bored, nervous, or thinking (non-respective)
Always has a blade of some sort on his person; he gets extremely tense and antsy when he doesn’t
He’s left-handed
Met doesn’t have anyone he considers a friend, though he supposes the other generals are alright; he tolerates them, at least
Adept at tactics and very perceptive, especially with body language and hidden intentions; his strategies, while outlandish or even deviant, are almost always successful
Uses nicknames to tease or aggravate the others, often either being sickeningly sweet or slight mix-ups of their names; “Lady” for Ladislava, “Randall” for Randolph, and “Jerry” for Jeritza are among his favorites
Likes cats
Even with a stable career and consistent meals, he still uses his impressive sleight of hand to swipe things occasionally; “Can’t let my skills go to waste, now can I?”
Sometimes climbs trees; not for any particular reason nowadays, it just relaxes him
Makes his own poisons, including growing the plants and mushrooms he needs; he keeps a very detailed journal of his processes and recipes, and their outcomes
Hates asking other people for help, even if he knows it’ll save him time in the long run; he’d rather suffer doing everything himself
Doesn’t sleep much, though no one knows why
Met never seems to leave the base, even off-duty; sure, he disappears sometimes, but never long enough to take an actual leave
Smokes the Fódlan equivalent of a hookah during his downtime
Has a few tattoos, along with several scars from both growing up the way he did and his time in the army; but he never shows any of them if he can help it
Terrifying if he’s caught in a bad mood. He’s not a big man by any means; but his sadistic nature, hyper-expressive features, cackling laughter, and skill with a blade is a combination that strikes fear into just about anyone
Every time he sits somewhere, he leans back and props his feet on whatever is in front of him—a table, another chair, a person, doesn’t matter
He’s also prone to sitting on tables
His balance is amazing; he can perch just about anywhere, and it takes a lot to throw him off
The most casual of the generals, but he takes his work very seriously
Cackles like a hyena, and snorts when he’s genuinely laughing about something
Very impulsive, with little-to-no self-control at times