#ruletheseas

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          I gave my hand to thy cause,                     in hope that you’ll strike true...                               Seems though, I thought right.           ⊰ 🇻🇪🇷🇸🇪 ❛ [ ₍ ₐᵤ ₎ ʳᵘˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦 ] ❜ || ruletheseas ⊱

     Her NAME —— Setsuna  Her GENDER —— Feminine  Her SPECIES —— Mermaid

       If asked, she’d say her childhood was something along the lines of BLEAK.        If ever questioned ( as to how that’s possible within the noble family she was raised in ) she’d respond with a simple shrug. For she never truly looked back on it, yet again, There wasn’t anything to look back on. So, why try? It’d be useless.           In truth, the life she once called “her past” was nothing short of sheltered. All she could ever want or crave, had been within her every reach. It could be said she was LOVED, but she threw that life away the day she joined HER side. SHE was the archer’s new muse. HINOKA, oh, hinoka... How she inspired SETSUNA so. The day a hunt went so UTTERLY wrong.

          The game was plentiful, her aim near perfect every shot, and the seas calmer then usual. Setsuna took her chances, swimming farther  and  farther out into the waters. But the hunter would soon become the hunted, as she became entangled within nets used only by those deemed poachers... How she escaped, she herself unsure. But regret slowly filled her veins, the net mentioned prior clinging and disabling her every movement. The seas were calmer then usual... She’s pushed the event from her mind since that day, SHE HATES IT. But CHERISHES it at the same time... For, from the MEMORY the archer fears to tell, lady Hinoka had saved her. Cut her from her binds. Gave her FREEDOM once again...

          The bottom dweller remembered she smiled the first time she met the royal. They had talked, if she was correct... Setsuna could never grasp as to why her skill with a bow left the Princess impressed ( or so she’s been told ). Or what lead to the request of becoming a near STRANGERS retainer.

     But, trust is a lovely thing. Especially when RAISED to see Hoshidan’s as friends of sorts...

          ... Even if it does mean that your family constantly pleads for to you return and stay out of Human conflicts “You’ll hurt yourself!” they’d cried... And you seem to always get snared in traps more often then usual... Also it looked as if you either impressed or depressed those around you... As well as so so much more...

               But, she’d do it all for her. She who changed her life so much... Gave her MEANING.

                             At her side, is her home... no——

              at THEIR side. is her HOME.

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[shouganaai-blog]

@ruletheseas.

;; RULE THE SEAS. 

          ➸ &&. ( THE INVASION had subjected his young self to its FIRST TRAUMA. unable to even speak or walk yet, the blood of DRAGONS that ran through takumi’s veins could feel such an immense level of SUFFERING and GRIEF of his people from anywhere. the prince grew up RESENTING the nohrians after hearing countless tales of their PILLAGE, their SLAUGHTER, and most importantly--the KIDNAPPING of his older sister and the MURDER of his dear father. they had taken his FAMILY, taken away a vital piece of his CHILDHOOD that he would never be able to recover. from the moment he was of age to inherit the legendary FUJIN YUMI, he trained for hours upon hours with his eldest sister, HINOKA, so that they would be strong enough to prevent another TRAGEDY like this from ever happening again. 

          SOON, however, the siblings would learn that their efforts were not enough. takumi experienced his SECOND TRAUMA at a mere SEVENTEEN years old, when he gingerly stepped into the throne room for a word with his beloved mother. the QUEEN, so radiant and lovely in her place, seated so properly on her throne, eyes fluttered shut with a PEACEFUL smile...when he stepped along the carpet, he merely wondered if she’d fallen asleep until he heard the noise from beneath his boot--the SQUISH. 

           THE carpet was WET, dyed with a DARK SCARLET that made it look SICKENINGLY STAINED. takumi had shattered, fallen to his feet--his legs no longer complied to hold him up as he crumpled onto the carpet, paying no heed to how her BLOOD soaked into his CLOTHING. his shrieks of agonized horror alerted the others, and when his siblings came rushing into the room fearing for his SAFETY...they saw her TOO. since then, the four have been MORTIFIED, the sight of their mother sat so PEACEFULLY on the throne in their minds forever--they’d MOVED HER. positioned her as if she were a PUPPET. made a MOCKERY out of the hoshidans--all for an excuse to go to WAR. 

           TAKUMI did not recover for some time. to this day, he still has not recovered--the day of her death, he would LOCK HIMSELF AWAY in his room and not emerge for weeks. even his SISTERS, who constantly tried to check in on him, to make sure he was getting his meals, were IGNORED. his SMILE and OPTIMISM were TARNISHED and DESTROYED--never to be CHERISHED again. awash in an OCEAN of GRIEF, the hoshidan prince lie in his futon for days upon days; until, finally, he rose. like a PHOENIX from its ASHES, prince takumi ROSE. 

           AND, taking his treasured FUJIN YUMI, he vowed to get REVENGE on the RUTHLESS, HEARTLESS nohrians that ruined his FAMILY. ) 

[acieral]

About - RuleTheSeas

info specific to @ruletheseas under the cut 

Name: Chrom

Species: Human

Alignment: Neutral at least for now

HISTORY 

Chrom is the only son of the Exalt of Ylisse and his wife, born in the midst of his father’s holy war against the theocracy of Plegia. With his father away and his mother spending much of her time running the halidom, Chrom’s earliest years were spent with mainly his sister, Emmeryn, the royal siblings’ retainer, Frederick, and the palace staff as company, but his earliest years were by no means unhappy. 

Things changed, however, soon after Chrom entered his fourth year of life. His father perished on the battlefield and his mother in childbirth, leaving him an orphan with only ten-year-old Emmeryn, now Exalt in her parents’ steeds, and the infant Lissa, the baby whose birth had cost his mother his life, to call family. Only then do the protests that raged for so many years outside Ylisstol Castle’s walls come to his notice, as the angry people, wary of the crown after years of bloodshed and tyranny, hurled insults and stones at the child queen. The seeds of resentment took root in this time, for Chrom, still so young, grew angry with the citizens who hated his sister so.

He grew, taking up the art of swordplay in the hopes of one day wielding Falchion for himself, though Emmeryn made sure to instruct him just as much in the responsibility needed to wield a weapon and the value of peace. The people grew to love Emm, and the anger within him settled. In time, he began to dream of living by and for the people, culminating in the foundation of the Shepherds when Chrom is just shy of adulthood.

Yet bandits are no easy target, and the first few years are filled with more casualties than Chrom cares to remember. At the age of nineteen, however, he stumbles across an amnesiac in a field, a woman whose tactical genius saves the rest of his militia from an early grave. War breaks out soon after, leaving a sour taste in Chrom’s mouth as he prepares his Shepherds, Ylisse’s army, to take arms up against Plegia so soon.

The war rages for nearly two years, ending with the loss of both nation’s rulers, one sacrificed in the name of peace and the other slain by Chrom’s hand. Chrom returns to Ylisse a man changed and now burdened by the crown that was never meant to be his, but the two years of peace see many a good thing, but it’s shattered all too soon when word of the Valmese’s attempts at world domination make their way to Ylisse. Another war is begun, this one in the name of preventing Walhart’s forces from storming the continent, but Chrom doubts himself, constantly. For it’s another war he doesn’t wish to fight, and many years away from his infant daughter, a daughter who will have a father as absent as Chrom’s own.

Yet he does not meet his end in war, returning wearily to the arms of a toddler who barely knows Chrom or his wife, but this time, there’s no peace. The threat of Grima looms over the horizon, and it isn’t long before the Shepherds are marching yet again, this time in pursuit of the Fell Dragon that plagues the nightmares of their children. 

Grima is slain, but at what cost? Robin is gone, and Chrom is weary. The resentment he thought he tucked away as a boy returns in full force, for he feels he’s given too much for his people, and the crown has amassed an unbearable weight. With a word only to his friends and family, he slips away, promising to return but begging Lissa to take the throne in his stead. 

He takes to the seas, the place least likely to remind him of home, hoping that the journey away will bring him some modicum of inner peace. Yet little does he know, he’s about to be caught in yet another conflict.

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[ Soaked ]

@equitissa

          Unsteady feet will guides him towards her. Nails digging into the side of the boat as he wonders why he ever hopped on this demon vessel. Still, he was doing than before. He had at least been able to keep his stomach at bay. But this rain was not on his side.

          Not only was it content to make sure his fur lay flat against his body, but it also unsettled the sea. Heavy clouds hanging overhead. Mocking him. Ugh. A shiver is running down his spine and he’ll give one-- two quick shakes of his fur. Ears perking slightly as he realizes... Well. Only about half of those droplets actually hit the deck.

                    “Sorry! My fur was just getting cold. You alright?”

[ncbleheart-archive-blog]

verse info for @ruletheseas under the cut !

name: camilla age: 23 gender: cis-female ( she/her or they/them ) species: human sided with: nohr

history // backstory:

Born to King Garon and an unnamed concubine, Camilla had been stained with blood since birth. She had ached for love and a warm touch, but there had been no room for such -- only death. Trained by her mother, she was expected to fight for her life among others she could have called family. If a concubine’s child was noticed, they would be given a favor. Nohr was known well for it’s terrible conditions, with starving families, no fertile soil for farms ; her mother needed all she could get.

Camilla had only been six when the tsunami hit nohr. She and her mother were fortunate enough to survive, but conditions became worse, and the princess-to-be was forced to work even harder. Though, as she grew, her own morals began to form ; she realized, what she was doing, the slaughter, bloodshed, murders, it was wrong. Ordered to kill another, she refused -- her mother went to strike her, but instead, she struck back. the moment her blade hit, regret settled in her gut. Her mother fell lifeless to the ground -- had she been any younger, perhaps she would have wept, but now, she had seen far too much death, she was barely phased. It was easy making it look like it was an accident -- she specialized in it. 

It wasn’t long before she was recognized by the king -- four of them. Elise, the youngest, the second crown princess. Leon, a middle child, the second crown prince. she, Camilla, the first crown princess. Marx, the oldest, the first crown prince, heir to the throne. They were her new family now -- and after so long as needless killing, she vowed to keep them safe. Now, truly apart of the royal family, she and the others began their proper training ( it is a kingdom of war ; it is necessary for them to learn ). They would become fordable soldiers capable of fighting for their KING, their HOME. 

Camilla was already well battle-trained, most of them were, save for the youngest, so it was not long before she was dispatched to sea -- she was gifted her own ship, her own crew. While she wanted to be with her family, it was necessary she follow her father’s orders ; anyone who refused was offered no mercy.

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[acieral]

@sugarthiieving

Water drips from his clothes, his hair, his skin, and it isn’t the first time Chrom wishes the skies turned blue once again. He shrugs off his outer cloak with a grimace--the garment had been near useless up against the constant downpour--but at least it’s the spring rains, rain that’s almost warm to the touch and far more tolerable than the ice-cold showers from the previous season.

A sigh escapes him, a hand reaching up to unstick his hair from his forehead, and he makes his way to the galley, the seeming central point of the ship now that the deck has been rendered uninhabitable.

“Think we’ll be able to find land through all this mist?” he muses aloud once he’s settled down on a bench, glancing over at Gaius as he speaks.

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     Gods, she hated rain. Not so much the actual process of it, nor the effects. It was good for crops, cooled lands otherwise inhospitable, and somewhere like Plegia, she would love spring’s first showers, perhaps even be out in the droplets of storm, but Nohr is cold ( compared to a desert. ) So, instead, she huddled into a tavern, and prayed no one would bother her, or that her eyes would not wander up from a book of ancient strategies and war stories to catch some lavender haired, gorgeous woman in the corners of her vision, and become intrigued. 

     Of course, she does, and of course, she rises from her chair to approach the woman, russet eyes taking in everything, as a good tactician should. Visage falls upon the crown, and Robin bows before her words fail her. Oh, drats, hadn’t she just come up with the best line.

    ❝ What gorgeous eyes you have, my lady. May I presume the right to ask for your name? ❞

@ncbleheart​ said to set sail!