❝ under a BLUE MOON i saw you ; so soon you'll take me up in your arms, too late to beg you or cancel it. though i know it must be THE KILLING TIME... unwillingly mine... FATE! up against your will, through the thick & thin, he will wait until you give yourself to him... through STARLIT NIGHTS i saw you. so cruelly you kissed me. your lips, a magic world, your sky, all hung with jewels. THE KILLING MOON... will come too soon... FATE! up against your will, through the thick & thin, he will wait until you give yourself to him... ❞ closed mumu acc, penned by HYLIA .
✧ * — HE CAN HEAR THE GIRL IN FRONT OF HIM TALKING but he can’t really find anything in him to listen , his eyes drifting from the amber gaze that burns against his skin to the nothingness of the crowd around them. this party wasn’t shit , he could clearly see the energy in the room being positive , but he wasn’t having fun. he just kept looking for him , a terrible habit he’d made for himself by instinctively orbiting around his best friend whenever he knew cyrus would be somewhere he was. he can’t find him now , though , his fingers now pressing to the drink he holds in his hand before downing it in one go , throwing their head back in one fluid motion before placing it back down.
❝ sorry , ❞ it’s a half assed apology already , clear by the lack of care he gives it as his eyes continue to not make contact with her , continuing to search for him. ❝ truth be told , i really just don’t give a shit about what you’re talking about. ❞ and there it is. the beaumont charm that everyone spoke so negatively of , not even giving her a second glance back as he begins to leave. to where ?? he’s not sure , he just knows he doesn’t want to be here. it’s not fun without him , nothing is fun without him.
he’s just about to leave though when he hears that laugh. it’s that cyrus , hyena cackle that he’s known for , one that jasper listens to with fondness when others usually just get annoyed. he’s in here , and it doesn’t take him long to find him after this , eyes almost immediately locking on him. within moments , he’s away from the door and beside him , as he rightfully should be. ❝ yo , cy , where the fuck have you been ?? ❞ he’s tense , still a bit out of his element , but hey - he wouldn’t ever pass up a moment with him.
— * . THERE’S A LOT ABOUT CYRUS ON THE OUTSIDE that belies how he truly feels on the inside ; he seems like he could be a life of the party without even trying. Card tricks , funny words , smile that screams pure chaos - the works. But underneath the surface , there’s a quiet , insecure boy that really wants to be anywhere but here , uncomfortable in crowds and mass social scenarios. But he’s taught himself to be able to adapt to them , to almost become ROBOTIC in an effort to make sure the mask doesn’t crack. Because nobody can know ; nobody can know , or else he puts himself at risk for being hurt again. And he’d rather feel the pain of being someone he isn’t than having who be IS broken down yet again.
❝ Listen - I’m not saying that the cards are saying you’re acting like a total dick and then your dick might be susceptible to shrinking in the meantime , but . . . ❞ He looks at the cards on the table , and then at the colleague in front of him who seems more than angry. And then there’s a grimace. ❝ Might wanna keep an eye on that , buddy - shit might be a MEDICAL concern. ❞ And he’s left with a swear and a threat thrown in his direction before his customer stomps off , and he collects his cards - leaning back , cheshire grin on his face , hyena cackle following as he throws back a swig of the flask next to him. The works.
And then there’s JASPER ; almost as if on cue , bringing quiet relief to the card reader as he turns his head in his direction. Brown hues light up like FIRECRACKERS being set off in the dark - the normal , when his best friend comes by - and he leans back , playfully tilting his head to the side. ❝ Bro , yaboi just made a fucking bullion on reading fake fortunes. ❞ Because while he can read spell cards , it’s more fun to him to come up with fakes on the fly with people he doesn’t like. ❝ Have anything shiny you’ve been looking at recently ?? Not saying I could get it , buuuut . . . ❞ He flaunts the bag of gold in his hand , grin widening as he offers the other a playful wink.
MERELY SEEING DIMITRI makes ashe feel lighter, and he can’t help the smile that appears, as if on instinct. he doesn’t bother hiding it, either. he moves further into the room but remains at a respectable distance, just in case dimitri does, indeed, want to be left alone. the last thing he wants to do is impose. perhaps it was silly for him to go looking in the first place.
the emphasis of dimitri’s name is not lost on him and, despite himself, his face warms as a sheepish expression overtakes his face. growing up, he had practised how to be polite to and address any royalty he may come across on his path to become a knight. his brain is now so used to ❛ your highness ❜, his younger self not realising that perhaps a person of royalty may want him to use his actual name. ❝ yes, hello, y— ❞ he stops himself in time. he may not be able to say dimitri casually yet, but perhaps stopping the highness talk is his first step. ❝ oh, i was, but it’s starting to get rowdier as time goes on, so i thought i’d just… walk around a bit. ❞ he decides not to mention actively looking for dimitri, too embarrassed to say anything. ❝ but it was still very fun !! ❞
— ASHE HAS A SMILE THAT INSTANTLY . . . well , Dimitri isn’t sure if this is the correct way to say so , but it brings . . . seratonin ?? Instant calm , instant happiness - maybe it’s just Ashe as a person , who’s made a constant effort to be nothing but kind , caring , helpful. It’s admirable , especially from someone like DIMITRI , who tries his best to be the same but there’s more weight on his shoulders than one could think. But Ashe , as a person , brings a calm to a room simply by walking in. It’s nice , and Dimitri can’t help but be captured by it as well.
❝ Rowdy ?? ❞ He asks , curiously , the serene smile still on his lips as he lets out a slight chuckle. Dimitri can adapt to his surroundings pretty well - he’s conditioned himself to do so , no matter how uncomfortable he might actually be. He has to reflect the image of a perfect , shining prince ; though sometimes , it gets tiring , which is why now he must resort himself to quieter surroundings. ❝ Well , I am happy you enjoyed yourself , but it’s also nice to see you - even if it is on accident. I don’t want to keep you during your walk. ❞ There’s a small bow of his head , a small exhale from his nose. And then he - ❝ Of course , unless you’d like some company. ❞ THE WORDS SLIP OUT , and suddenly his head is filled with nothing but worry and panic - because his words were impulsive , and he overthinks that he’s inviting himself into Ashe’s private time. Rest in peace , Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. It was a good run.
NEKO DOESN’T THINK she would have been able to get into a real fight tonight if she’d tried. despite not having actively participated in the mock battle ( unless one counted being an incredibly loud cheerleader ), she is on some sort of winner’s high, and it would take a lot to bring her down tonight. that being said, she has never been the type of person to stop fights, either, and finds herself actively watching the exchange by standing on a couch nearby. the sigh is one she is familiar with, but she doesn’t acknowledge simon by looking at him. instead, she just laughs, not taking her eyes off the action. ❝ don’t worry, i don’t think i could get between them if i wanted to. ❞ she briefly glances down at her phone to make sure she’s capturing the fight in all its glory. she knows at least one other student already has it covered, but there’s no harm in saving a copy for herself simply because she can. ❝ i mean, have you seen the size of that one guy ?? all that muscle is probably compensating for something, but still, i think i only come up to his kneecaps. ❞ she pauses. ❝ do you think i could bust his kneecaps ?? ❞ she zooms in with her phone, then thinks better of it and zooms out again, increasing the video’s quality. ❝ i will !! ❞
— * . NEKO’S WORDS EARN NOTHING SHORT OF AN EYEROLL from Simon , him absently sighing and tugging on a lock of his own hair ( a nervous habit ) as he thinks. There’s then a click of his tongue before he pries his eyes away from the scenery in front of him as he looks back at her visage , the casual look of disapproval once again appearing upon his face. ❝ Don’t bust anybody’s kneecaps tonight. Just DON’T , ❞ he chastises , looking back into the milk bottle he brought with him before once again looking forward. ❝ . . . I do think you could. But for your sake , and also my sake , and even Aroma’s sake , ❞ because he’s sure , at this point , if Neko were a noble he would surely be her retainer , ❝ don’t. And don’t engage with the other guy , either , and then say ‘ oh , it just escalated , Neko didn’t do a thing at first. ’ Don’t. ❞ Again , he’s well-aware he’s harping on her - it comes out of a place of pure care , but Simon knows he has a tendency to be rather . . . cold. Makes him look scary , most tend to leave him alone ; well , save for the two he’d do anything to protect. As well as SHANNON , but she now screams at the mere sight of him - and she can’t even recall his name. ❝ . . . You know , if people CATCH you having this shit on record , you might get in trouble. Just a warning. ❞
— * . ZELDA FEELS . . . STRANGE ; she’s never minded parties like these , and in fact , sometimes she feels she enjoys them - especially more than the stuffy noble occasions she’d have to put up with back at home. Princess duties , ones that would make her sick given her father’s endless emphasis on keeping a SPECIFIC IMAGE to people she really didn’t have an interest in discussing. But she searches through the sea of people during this one , biting her bottom lip - there’s a few things she’s doing. First , trying to find Felix & Sylvain , because she cares about both dearly , and second . . . there’s a face around the monastery that Zelda finds . . . eerily similar to . . . to . . . Well , she doesn’t see them here , so maybe she should give up hope in trying to find them. A small sigh , as she turns around , bumping into another body and her drink goes flying. ❝ O-Oh , goddesses !! I am so so - ❞ When she meets Aroma’s gaze , her cheeks flush with an even heavier shade of scarlet embarrassment , and her eyes widen slightly. ❝ Aroma !! H . . . Hi . . . A-are you alright ?? ❞
ASHE HAD ORIGINALLY gone to the party, wanting to be friendly and spend time with people for at least a little while, to celebrate his house’s win. as the night progressed and people became wilder and wilder, he decided to leave before he was dragged into something he didn’t want to be a part of. besides, it didn’t feel right to celebrate when the leader of their team wasn’t present.
he could go to bed, but the noise of the party travels, and he doesn’t know if it’s worth it. that, plus he wants to see and check on dimitri at least once before sleeping, wanting to ensure that he’s okay and that there isn’t anything concerning keeping him from attending the party. he knows his worrying is probably unnecessary, but there isn’t anything wrong with checking in on a friend.
when he spots the familiar figure, he approaches on instinct. ❝ your highness ?? ❞
— * . DIMITRI ISN’T MUCH FOR PARTIES ; he does encourage celebrations , and of course he can adapt to social situations well , but he thought perhaps a party of this nature wouldn’t hurt to maybe try to take a breather. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be around anyone else ; Dimitri just needs some time to himself. He needs a few moments where he doesn’t feel smothered , and he’d like to THINK in peace . . . even though , sometimes , thinking doesn’t do much to help.
He’s simply working on polishing and weapon maintenance - maybe once in a while putting down the lances and swords to read a few pages of a book gifted to him by another. He sits by himself , maybe a small hum to his voice before he hears a voice , instantly perking up - . . . not without nearly snapping the lance in his hand in half , and with a cherry red hue to his cheeks afterwards. It’s Ashe. That explains . . . a lot. Maybe his heartbeat quickens , but the smile on his face grows. ❝ H-Hello , Ashe !! Yes it’s . . . it’s me , Dimitri. ❞ He repeats his own name to try and encourage the other to address him by such - formalities feel so wrong to him , especially from those that are his peers. And friends. ❝ I thought you’d be at the party ; were you enjoying yourself ?? ❞
✧ * — ARE PARTIES SEEN AS SUCCESSFUL WHEN A FIST FIGHT BREAKS OUT ?? to chad , this question felted loaded in the moment - which , in his humble opinion , absolutely. to get turned up to the point of violence seemed like a rad idea , but he knew others would think otherwise. hell , he could already hear ingrid and dimitri talking about it — they were never going to let him plan again. or , maybe he’d get lucky and they’d refuse to let felix and sylvain leave their rooms , but hey , he knew it’d never happen.
all he could do now is try to get a handle of the party again. somehow. he wasn’t always the best when it came to education or anything , but he did know how to take control of social situations and this was no different. he just needed some help , and he knew exactly who to go to , finding harlowe after a few minutes of searching with ease. ❝ oh harlowe , ❞ he runs his hands through his hair , a habit that’s become a bit more of a nervous tick than anything else. ❝ i need your help for a thing. like , getting this party back dude. if you don’t need to go find your bro , ❞ he flashes a smile , hoping that she’ll be able to help. he didn’t want tonight to go to waste , not when he’d been having so much fun.
— * . ❝ Y’KNOW , IT’S FUNNY - I was thinkin’ to myself , ‘ hey , Ms. Sothis lady , do I try and look for Boss or do I stay behind in Party Town and leave ‘em be ?? Gimme a sign.’ And lookie here !! It’s a sign alright - and a pretty one , kinda shiny too. ❞ Harlowe’s mouth is an interesting piece - she’s not the best with it , but it never stops , and it does a great job of distracting from the fact she might be a little nervous given recent events. Because she knows she ALWAYS wants to look out for Sylvain , and Felix is well , and neither of them are around and Harlowe doesn’t know how to keep things that are out of sight out of her mind. But Chadwick , in his sweet , exuberant glory , is a welcome distraction. Reminds her that she’s good at being chill.
❝ Soooo - that could constitute a few things , ❞ she begins , putting two parallel index fingers side-to-side as she begins to list off ideas. ❝ I got some magic tricks I can show everyone else , some FIRECRACKERS I bought from the market a lil’ while back we could set off somewhere , or - uh - I can dance ?? I guess. EITHER WAY , gotcha covered. I figured we might need to try and shift things back into another gear , y’know ?? ❞ It’s both a selfless & a selfish reason ; Harlowe doesn’t want anyone to get in trouble , nor to remember the incident and sour any views on those involved ( except the guy that got socked , fuck him ) , but she also . . . doesn’t want to focus on it herself , let alone worrying herself to death over it - she wouldn’t want anyone to worry over her in that sense , but she lies with a comfort knowing that hopefully , that’ll never reach that point. But her smile tells none of that - she has a glint in her eye for an innocent , chaotic mischief , hopefully that will help to clear her head.
— HARLOWE IS A PERSON THAT KNOWS THE IMPORTANCE of putting on a show ; she’s no opera singer or grand actor , but she has performed for many , and as such has been said before , the show must go on. Even when . . . your good friend’s friend-who-you-have-interesting-connections-with-and-may-be-an-interesting-friend-of-that-friend gets into a fight , and the party’s now toned by that. The show must go on , and Harlowe , someone who focuses on keeping people HAPPY , has no problem exercising that. She bounces around the room , making idle chatter and talking to those who’ll entertain her - showing off some magic tricks and some interesting ways she can twist and turn her body. That stuff. But then , she sees the other in the crowd , and a small cocky grin comes along her face as she bounds in Celene’s direction. ❝ Evenin’ , Cel !! ❞ She hums , sitting down immediately in the seat nearest to her , turning it backwards and leaning along the back. ❝ Whatcha doin’ there ?? ❞
— * . IT’D BE A LIE FOR HIM TO SAY HE WAS HERE FOR MORE than just Neko & Aroma ; in fact , that’s the whole reason. Simon . . . doesn’t have many friends , and that mainly attributes to the fact that’s simply how he is. He’s aloof , and that also comes with him being cold and blunt. He stays away from much activity and only focuses on his things and the needs of three other people ( save his sister ) , and he hasn’t made much of an effort to get to know anyone else , let alone let others get to know him. And of course , he shows no signs of that changing. But at least , those he knows can see a much more tender side of someone who’s known to be the epitome of CALLOUS. ❝ Music here’s not that good. Think one of us could make something better if we tried , ❞ he states , eyes shifting to the girl beside him. Gentle tone as he continues with a tilt of his head , ❝ You doing alright ?? . . . Didn’t get spooked , did you ?? ❞
— * . ❝ YOU’RE IN MY FRAME. ❞ Joseph’s voice has an eerie sort of lightness to it ; it’s almost unsettling , paired with a matching calm of equal strangeness , belying the truth that there is more under the surface. And of course , the eyes - a shade of blue that almost glows in the light , but the same sort of light a ghost or spirit would have. He keeps his image pristine , but there’s always some sort of spectre-esque vibe to it. Maybe he’d attribute it to the fact he feels like a ghost himself , sometimes. ❝ That is - unless you mean to be. ❞ Eyes peer up from the back of his camera , a perked eyebrow as he aims to try and get pictures of the party. If he knows anything , it’s that every second is PRECIOUS. And he’s desperate to get it all on record , so he never forgets and can look back on them as the days pass. There’s a wish that these moments could last an eternity ; don’t be fooled , he hates parties , but he hates time even more. ❝ You might want to step away ; of course , save you actually want to be in the shot. Then by all means , be my guest. ❞
— * . PREVIOUS EVENTS PUT SIMON ON EDGE ; even though , of course , his involvement is none. He keeps watch on the only people he’s close to here , specifically Neko - she’s . . . she’s interesting. He harps on her too much , he’s aware , but his care for her is absolutely unquestionable. And the first he heard of a possible fight going on , he would admit that panic flooded his system , INSTANTLY worrying that she had involvement. He bites his lip as his eyes survey the area , routinely directing them towards Neko - and a long sigh heaves from his lungs. ❝ Do me a favor , ❞ he begins , monotone voice showing a slight rasp of exhaustion - he should be in bed right now , ❝ if anything else happens - don’t involve yourself in it. I know you didn’t this time , but . . . ❞ Another sigh ; this would be the exact same lecture he’d give to Shannon , and when he realizes it , maybe his heart sinks a tad. Among all of the bright lights and music pervading in the room. ❝ And if you’re streaming to Yukika , tell her I said hello. ❞
— * . SHILOH WOULD NEVER IMAGINE HERSELF IN A SETTING LIKE THIS ; for one , she’s far too shy for big events as such. For another , she also knows many people in the monastery . . . aren’t familiar with who she is. THEREFORE , she didn’t imagine she’d find herself here. But of course , things do happen , and she’s tried to stay for the sake of exposure. These are what normal things normal people her age do ; start living , Shi. But for the most part , she’s been making a seat in the corner of the room her hour-long companion - aside from , of course , Ross.
Crystal clear hues dart towards around the room , and then towards him , Shiloh’s nails almost cutting rips and tears into the expensive leather of the chair. She bites her lip , and out comes a small , ❝ Hey. ❞ She takes a bit to continue after those words , until she follows up such with , ❝ I think there’s some ice cream up there . . . d-do you want to try it ?? ❞
» likes : painting , the arts , nature , expression of emotion , design
» dislikes : disrespect , non-aestheticism , nonsense
» lost items : bag of paintbrushes , stained glass sketch , lobster stuffie
❛ if brokenness is a work of art ,
surely , this must be my m a s t e r p i e c e . ❜
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tws : parental death , manipulation / grooming
P A S T .
Before one looks at the beauty of a piece of art , one must look beyond what the naked eye sees and gaze further - further to understand what was put into this piece , and what and who made it.
So in the case of Yves Kiser , a simple artist under the care of the Church of Seiros , we must first gaze deep into his mother before he.
He sadly can’t recall her name - but it was Kaia , and she , like her son , was an artist. An aesthetically gifted painter , but also a nun for the church - she always had dreams of her work leaving the gilded halls to further see light beyond them , but this remained in the back of her mind as the Archbishop praised her work. She had all of the approval & housing & necessities to continue on - what , of course , was there more to find ??
Of course , sometimes a reason to leave isn’t something we search for , but rather something thrust upon us. And in the case of Kaia , she stumbled across something the Archbishop clearly didn’t wish for her to see - remnants of experimentation , notes that don’t detail much. A horrible find , especially for a simple artist whose first aim was to design a stained glass window for the archbishop’s quarters. This was asinine - but she originally didn’t have plans to confront the Archbishop about them.
Until of course , she realized she needed to leave , and asked the Archbishop to take a few of her pieces for the church with her - when Rhea tried to make her stay , as well as refusing her access to the work she created , she revealed what she knew , and in a heated argument . . . well , Kaia didn’t live to see the next sunrise.
But even Archbishop Rhea isn’t immune to guilt , and to atone for this sin ( it was an accident , of course ) , she remembered the child the artist left behind - Yves , only three , soon was taken into the care of Rhea as well as the church. And originally , she only had a means of caring for him until he was grown , but thoughts surfaced quickly as he was in her care.
One , at an extremely young age did he possess an artistic hand. He , possibly , would inherit the talent his mother possessed - the talent that Rhea adored enough to request it aligning the walls of the monastery.
Two , if he were to ever figure out the truth of what happened to his mother . . . no , NO - that wouldn’t do.
So she raised the child and instilled his utmost unquestioning loyalty & unwavering support in her. To where he wouldn’t suspect anything , as of course , she would be the one who took him in. How could he do so ??
He grew into a sheltered but talented individual - and yes , he did grow to do the same things his mother once did. And no , he didn’t suspect anything of the Archbishop nor did he shake his faith in her. But of course , that is always subject to change . . . especially , of course , that a new school year at the Officers Academy would begin , and not only would students around his age be attending , he’d now take an interest in them. In interacting. In experiencing a bit more of the outside world beyond the gilded halls that are all he knows . . .
P R E S E N T .
SO I REALIZE I TALKED A BIT MORE ABT WHAT HAPPENED TO YVES’ MOM MORE SO THAN YVES back there bt granted his story is rly just kinda like. He’s raised by Rhea w/ not much exposure outside of the church due to the fact she wants him under his thumb both for his talent but also because she needs his loyalty and can’t risk him finding out. About where he came from.
Rhea was basically his mother figure - granted , she also had others to take care of and the wholeass church , but as much as she could , she was his mother figure and his mentor since she encouraged him to paint.
And that of course means . . . Yves. Really doesn’t know a lot outside of the church. And he hasn’t realized aspects about him yet just because he’s been sheltered his entire life.
For starters , Yves isn’t really that familiar with the geography of Fodlan. He can’t really tell you much about the different houses in each territory , either - he just knows stuff pertaining to the church. He hasn’t taken a step out of Garreg Mach ; not a one.
And also , he’s broke in the sense that while he can go to the market and shop for things , ALL of his expenses are paid for by the church or his money’s provided to him by the church. Aka , if he wants to buy something , the church has to give him money to do it and they have to know what he’s purchasing. So all he’s really spent money on is art supplies and basic necessities and it’s really just the church providing him with that stuff.
He ALSO . . . doesn’t. Have much interaction experience with people his own age unless you count those in the monastery , and even then ?? It’s. It’s. It’s Yusuke - or Yves , but he’s essentially entirely new to the concept of people and socializing - which leads him to being unintentionally rude or saying things that one person would believe to be common sense. He’s harmless - but he’s been so closed off and in his own world and just. Distant from everyone else he’s not at all used to interacting. He’s learning !! Or. Well. He’s gonna learn.
He is curious about people his own age which is why he is taking a bit of an interest in the Officers Academy and its students even though he isn’t a student himself. He’s still just an artist who is housed by the church and only works for the church , and personal projects are stuff he keeps to himself. He does stained glass window designs & paintings hung around the monastery - but one thing is that he can’t claim his own work. He can’t tell anybody at the monastery he worked on a piece on display , because , well , that’s NOW the property of the church.
And that’s also sorta-kinda the reason that Rhea hasn’t even told him what his mother’s done for the church. He passes by his mother’s work every single day , but he isn’t even aware. There’s a beautiful painting hanging in Rhea’s office of a woman affectionately holding an outline of a cherub in Rhea’s office - called Sayuri , and Yves adores it. Though again , like regular ol’ Persona 5 lore . . . this was done by his mom , the original painting was of his mother & him , and Rhea hasn’t told him this beautiful work of art is any of that. She just says it was done by the church and it’s lovely and that’s that. According to her , his mom died of illness and was simply a nun ; he doesn’t know the truth. He doesn’t know his mother contributed so much and was taken away when she didn’t comply.
Basically I just. I just Fire Emblem’d his Persona backstory that’s it. Yusuke Kitagawa is best boy.
He’s gonna b experiencing so much shit abt the world he hasn’t yet and in typical Yusuke fashion he may come off a lil weird or oblivious
SOOOO YEAH. Yves . . . I am so fucking excited for Yves. I love this bigass child so much and I’m so excited 2 finally write him now that I KNOW PERSONA SHIT THANK U BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Not being able to romance Yusuke is a fucking war crime thanks Atlus
pls make kiser-kisser jokes he won’t know what they mean bt please
I THINK THATS IT ANYWAYS THIS IS MY BOYYYY IM SO EXCITED AHHHHHHH
— JOSEPH VON DESAULNIER : black eagles, adrestian empire. minor crest of noa , major crest of dominic. noble » myrmidon » pegasus knight » dark flier . + sword, reason, flying / - axe, heavy armor, faith. ( b.t. : authority ) 21 yrs, 6′0, nb male-aligned + biromantic bisexual.
» likes : the arts , scenery , photography , aesthetics , soft clothes , warm places
» dislikes : the cold , death , tight spaces , dismissal of the arts , illness
» lost items : developed photograph , velvet hair ribbon , paranormal research book
❛ i don’t want to die so young ; i’ve got so much to do.
i don’t smile for the camera ; i only smile for you. ❜
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tws : twsitd stuff ( experimentation ) , ( sibling / child ) death
A N O T H E R T I M E . . .
Soooo TO PREFACE I kinda wanted to go into Joseph’s canon lore just bc like.
One - I think I’m the only person here who pm knows IDV stuff and THAT’S OKAY BC I’M READY 2 TALK ABOUT IT IDV lore is rly spooky and in some other characters’ backstories a bit darker than joseph’s bt. yeah.
Two - he’s my only non-canon so far I didn’t play before Crests and bc we all kinda know the canon gist of the rest of my characters I just wanna provide that for Joseph too bc in the short time I’ve been playing IDV this bitch is my favorite.
SO OKAY. I’m not gonna ramble abt it for too long - but all we have to go off of is the official in-game urban legend description as well as the deduction shit in-game that I already know like the back of my hand soooo
Joseph’s from revolutionary-era France ; he and his brother Claude were born a set of twins , and Joseph was always attuned to the arts - a very skilled painter. However , his life took a turn for the worse when his family had to move to England during the revolution , and his brother caught illness & eventually passed away.
Joseph was destroyed by the loss of his twin - and he began to experiment with photography , loving the fact that a photograph preserved moments in time and seemed to freeze it in its own world , almost , while the time outside kept moving.
This is primarily what motivated Joseph to try and see if he could utilize photography to maybe preserve souls & life so nobody , in this world created by a photo , would grow old or die and could live freely without the threat of time coming towards them. He wanted to save people from that pain , because time doesn’t move in a photograph.
AND AS EVIDENT BY HIS STORY & THE SHIT HE CAN DO IN-GAME . . . Joseph actually did figure out a way to do this - and he told people that he found a way that he could use his camera to save souls ; he could create a photo world just by taking pictures of things , and then traveling between actual time & the photo world where everything was preserved.
Of course , a downside was that when he took photos , the souls would be bound to the photo world and in the real world they’d disappear - Joseph being the only person who could move in and out. His butler & maids ( I think in-game he mentioned them getting sick ?? ) were people he took photos of and then disappeared - now living in the photo world instead of the real world.
And then Joseph realized he was growing older as he did this , now knowing how to preserve life in a separate spacetime through his camera ; and it’s implied in-game that he bound his own soul to the photo world , and it’s why he appears rather ghostly in-game when outside of the photo world , but his young & alive self inside the photo world. And he’s more like a ghost that haunts the in-game manor , from what the game implies , and he appears young because his youth was preserved thanks to his photography.
He’s my main tbh he’s probably one of the more fun hunters to play as and I just. His lore. His lore. He tried his best !! He tried doing a good thing to save ppl from time & aging & pain !! But uuhhh shit got weird annnnd road to hell is paved with good intentions !!
See it’s funny bc some of the hunters in IDV are absolutely awful bt then u have cases like Joseph & then like Michiko & Xie Bi’an / Fan Wujiu & Violetta ( I highly Do Not Recommend looking her up if ur afraid of spiders ) & Ann ( same thing but w/ creepy nuns instead ) who kinda just either tried to do something good and failed or actually did nothing wrong when some of the fucking survivors in this game are legitimate awful people
like i don’t expect anyone to look up idv shit bt if any1 get’s curious JUST A WARNING THERE’S SOME,,, TRIGGERING STUFF IN THESE CHARACTERS’ BACKSTORIES.
AND ALSO SOME OF THE DESIGNS R DOWNRIGHT CREEPY like ann is straight out of that horror movie abt the nun even tho she did nothing wrong.
“I’m not gonna ramble about it for long”
me: joseph desaulnier tried his best and he did some things wrong bt he tried his best
it’s so fun 2 play as a friendly hunter w/ him tho some times i take pictures when the survivor team catches on that i’m friendly so it’s like we’re taking selfies and other times i play tag with his teleport ability and Yeah.
ANYWAY ENOUGH TO THE ACTUAL SHIT THAT HAS TO DO WITH CRESTS.
AHEM. Puts on my detailed backstory voice.
P A S T .
The Von Desaulnier house in the Adrestian Empire didn’t boast much ; just a small bit of land near Fodlan’s Fangs & a well merchant business , they had nothing to brag about save for the fact that a Crest lost to history was carried in their bloodline. And in the current generation , they were lucky enough to bear two sons - twins , with twin crests of Chevalier.
The only difference ?? The elder twin , Christopher , held a major crest , and the younger twin , Joseph , held a minor crest.
They thought they had everything. Their sons were talented - Joseph a skilled painter and Christopher attuned with the opera. They were destined for greatness , and they were two powerful props their parents could use in politics.
Of course , sometimes nobles don’t understand that ‘everything’ is more than enough ; and they , more determined to climb up the social ladder of the Adrestian nobility , thought maybe if their twin sons would sport twin crests each ( two crests per person ) , they’d have more a chance to rise.
So , their sons were handed over to an awful caste of those hiding beneath the naked eye - and such began the tragic turn of events that Joseph von Desaulnier would attribute to his current state.
It was surprising ; one would think the twins , being twins , would have similar outcomes - and if anything , the child with the major crest would be the more successful of the two. But no ; in this experimentation , it was a bit of a shock to learn that Christopher would die of the treatment - but Joseph would live. He’d live , but now with the memory of his suffering twin forever in his mind , as well as an empty space by his side. Of course , the snow white hair , to boot , was a change he wasn’t fond of.
At first , when he recovered , he tried to cry for help - he told people about the people that dragged him and his brother down and took his twin away from him. Screaming and crying , hoping that someone would listen - but nobody did , and his parents would silence him , aggravating and angering him to his core. And he’d find while they were missing , his parents would sob to the nobles about their missing sons - using that as a prop. But it of course backfired , and Joseph grew more and more furious. They knew their children were suffering , and they had the gall to cry about it as if they knew nothing ?? How DARE they.
But it was his brother’s death that struck a chord - that ignited that fear inside of him , a fear that realized death could & would come for anyone . . . especially him , now , with a quickened clock. He’d look at two portraits along the wall - one of two smiling children in front of their parents , and now one with one man - hair as white as snow - staring solemnly at the viewer. As if of course , he wanted nothing more than to escape.
He always had a thing for the paranormal - believing there was more to the world than simply the goddess’ power and that other planes of existence ran beyond his own. And he always wondered in cases where other world were reflected parallel of his own - in mirrors , screens , and in the most attentive case , PHOTOGRAPHS - if there was another plane in those. So he began to research the paranormal in all aspects , especially related to space & time.
But of course , his research was a thing only he took part in - his parents were now preoccupied , wracked with worry over their other son’s death. Joseph would grow angry that his parents were more so worried now they only had ONE SON to continue the bloodline , and now Joseph bore that burden - his father would send him to every ball , every suitor , all in hopes of trying to climb. But Joseph , still , would only focus on his research.
His parents were not as much parents to him as they were two adults obsessed with a superficial agenda - his father only engaged in politics , and his mother only engaged in fanciful parties. He didn’t receive an ounce of care from them. But of course , his house’s servants took it upon themselves to provide so - specifically the butler and his wife ( a maid ) , who went out of their way to make sure Joseph was given the care & attention a child needed , and not an heir.
But again , the gentleness they showed him would be taken away fast - both of them contracting illness & passing quickly. Once again , Joseph’s care was taken away by Death’s awful touch , and he knew that he would have to find something - something to maybe reverse or stop this cycle , because this pain was too much for anyone to bear.
He furthered his research - as well as to maybe look into the power of crests , as well. And Joseph’s research was motivated by the fact he knew he was on a clock , because he was deprived of the long life he deserve because of the experimentation he was subjected to as a child. He would find a way to save his own life , he would find a way to preserve time , and he would use this power to make the world better - he HAD to.
He feared death , but he’d stick up to it. He’d outsmart it. And he’d figure out one day how , looking to find a secret to immortality , eternity . . . Stopping time , reversing it. There’d have to be a way. Not just for his own sake , but for his loved ones , as well.
P R E S E N T .
SO YES. Joseph is a student at the Officers Academy , placed there by his parents for political gain - mainly to marry him off to another noble family. But as evident , Joseph has . . . other concerns.
He has two priorities - his artwork , and his research , and he’s wondering if he can figure out a way to combine them since he does think art holds another world of its own. The paranormal is what he wants to focus on , especially stuff related to other worlds , souls beyond the grave , what have you. He wants to find immortality , or a way to bend time & space to reverse or stop it. Because he doesn’t want to die young , and he wants his brother & his found family back , and he doesn’t want anyone else to hurt or to go through that pain anymore.
But it’s . . . ambitious. And he knows it. But he knows nobody’s going to believe him , and he keeps that to himself.
He also . . . wants to figure out a way to find the people who did this to him and to make them pay , but that’s also another thing he doesn’t talk about and doesn’t think anyone will believe him on. But he wants to use this power he wants to find to ALSO give TWS a taste of their own medicine.
Now . . . that sort of means Joseph keeps this weird balance between distant and involved. He’d absorbed in his own work , and keeps his cards close to his chest partially because he doesn’t want to subject himself to the pain of losing anyone else and it scares him but also because he’s worried people won’t believe what he says anymore or he’ll get pushed away again. He’s involved in the sense he still does his best to try and hide and make himself seem like the typical noble kid - even if he can be downright petty & annoying sometimes - who has nothing wrong in his life.
On the outside , Joseph’s polite & respectful with some hints of being catty or petty to certain people if they get on his nerves. How he addresses people changes depending on who you are - sometimes he’s polite & kind and other times ( like with Ferdinand ) he’s King Prissy & Petty and will fight you in a fucking back alley. He does have a slight temper due to his own sensitivity - but also a lot of insecurities relating to his appearance since Joseph has no idea what else the dual crests will do. He’s horrified of rapidly aging and losing his youth since his lifespan’s now shortened - which we all know won’t happen but Joseph has that paranoia , you know ?? He wants !! To live !!
He wants connections but also . . . doesn’t. Just bc he knows his situation and he needs to act fast and he doesn’t want to experience loss again bc of the toll it took on him.
He IS TALENTED THO like he’s got that aesthetic eye and finds beauty in just about everything - get him talking abt it and yeeeah ur gonna. Be stuck there for a while. But he’s also got this morbid eye in the sense that now most scary things and spooky things don’t . . . frighten him , and again , in all aspects he’s interested in the paranormal. And he’ll talk abt it all without batting an eye.
AND HIS THING W/ THE PARANORMAL sorta shows in the fact he practices reason along with swordplay - and bc he’s had his run-in with TWS , he knows the dark spells. He wants to use them to explore more of the paranormal - he wants to even see if he can try and extend on that to maybe find his brother’s spirit. Again . . . Joseph wants to use everything he can in art & the paranormal to complete his goals. He again just kinda wants to make shit better ?? But he also knows this shit’s like. Taboo. And he doesn’t want to bring it to light bc again , who’s gonna fucking believe him ??
BT YEAH I . . . CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT EMO ABT THIS FUCKING BASTARD he’s trash in the sense he’s still king petty n can be fucking mean depending on who u are yet won’t if ur sb else so there’s That another fucking snobby noble to add to the empire’s roster IM SO SORRY BUT.
i already... am unfortunately. in love with him. that’s my fucking main right there.
BUT YEAHHHHHHH THIS IS THE LAST INTRO I COMPLETEDDDD and if i’m posting this before yves’ tht means yves will come v shortly i just know that joseph was tech milky quartz n his thing was supposed 2 come first bt i just. did them at the same time.
BT YEAH IM SO EXCITED TO PLAY BOTH THESE ARTSY KIIIIIIIIIIIIIDS pls plot w/ them both im so . hype.
THATS ALL THANK U FOR READING IM SORRY ABT THIS MOUTHFUL ASHFUHAUSH
— OWAIN ELYSE : blue lions, holy kingdom of faerghus. minor crest of naga. commoner » myrmidon » mercenary » swordmaster » mortal savant . + sword, reason, authority / - lance, axe, riding. ( b.t. : faith ) 21 yrs, 5′9, trans male + panromantic demisexual.
» likes : legends , books , the opera , swordplay , theatrics , his mother , writing
» dislikes : arrows , nobles , being alone , sudden change , people finding his work
» lost items : broken staff piece , finished manuscript , kitchen knife labelled ‘missiletainn”
❛ can’t take the kid from the fight ,
take the fight from the kid. - ❜
pinterest. playlist. to listen as you read.
tws : war , parental death
P A S T .
HARK ! Such does the blood of legends flow through the veins a hero such as this one - many speculate perhaps from where he could hail , but alas , do none come close to figuring out the true origins of Owain Elyse , SCION OF LEGEND.
One story details how he was born straight from a blessing to his parents by the foreign goddess Naga. Such would be how a rare Crest surfaced in his veins.
Another story says how he grew up in the mountains of Faerghus in an UNDERGROUND KINGDOM , and once it fell to ruin , he - the hero - was the sole survivor , destined to carry on in its honor.
Another story details how he hails from a ruined timeline , and he received a prophecy from a goddess at such a young age to become a hero of the past , to PREVENT an apocalypse as a hero.
. . . Of course , these are all stories that come from nothing but Owain’s jaw. The true story . . . isn’t quite special , but it is tragic.
He’s born to loving parents - a healer formerly affiliated with the Church of Seiros & a former knight who protected Lady Rhea. They retired to a quiet life in the Gautier territory , and Owain was their only son. However , they still offered their hand to assist Gautier soldiers deal with skirmishes along the Sreng border. And . . . it wouldn’t be long before this would eventually turn for the worse.
Owain grew up captivated by the bedtime stories his mother & father would tell him. Heroes and gods and monsters and so on - some from the books of Faerghus , others from their own imagination. And THESE SORTS of stories led to Owain wanted to see his parents fight before his own eyes , such as when he even stowed away with his father on a mission to assist Gautier soldiers.
A fight with his father on how Owain couldn’t throw himself into danger like that turned sour when a Sreng soldier shot his father in the chest with an arrow. And of course , the archer was aiming at Owain - and the survivor’s guilt from having to witness his father die by protecting him , it’d never leave.
It’d get worse as Owain got older. He wouldn’t witness the next death , but an incident known as the Tragedy of Duscur would scar his family like it would others - this time , his mother , a healer trying to assist the wounded. All Owain received as notice would be the delivery of his mother’s staff along his doorstep , to which he’d cradle for days without leaving his room.
Those of his village took pity - the Elyse’s were such loving parents , and such good neighbors to the rest of the residents. All of them made a quiet vow with one another to try and take care of Owain in his parents’ absence , but it’d never be the same.
So he’d try and escape it. And he’d do so through stories , eventually beginning to act as a character in his own tale to act like this was simply part of his TRAGIC BACKSTORY and the light of legend would come. He’d always be a bit eccentric , but it helped him cope - and it made him feel like , through storytelling , his parents were still with him.
A kind merchant in his village would pay for Owain to attend the Officers Academy , despite his quirks. And more than eager both to prove himself and live up to this legendary potential he made for himself , he’d attend with open eyes & a readiness to make a difference.
The pain of loss still weighs down on him , unfortunately , but as a hero does , he persists.
P R E S E N T .
Ah , yes. Owain. Everybody’s FAVORITE LARPer.
So yes , instead of being the Ylissean princess’ son , Owain’s just an average dude with a rare Crest from beyond who lost his parents thanks to struggles between Gautier & Sreng stuff along with the tragedy. But other than that , he isn’t ?? Much different from canon ??
LIKE REALLY HONESTLY dude’s just here to play out his own story and exercise his creative influences because it helps him cope - along with the fact that’s his passion. He loves being the hero , he loves acting like one of the old protagonists in legends & stories and he’s a huge NERD but that’s okay with him !!
I will say though Owain , of my characters , is probably one of the least in-tune with the problems that unfortunately plague Faerghus society. He lost his mom to the tragedy , but he doesn’t really blame it on the shit that shows what’s wrong with Faerghus ideals. Owain’s pretty oblivious to it - but that’s really because Owain kinda prefers to live in his own little world rather than anyone else’s.
He’s just kinda . . . vibin ?? LIKE once the timeskip stuff starts rolling into place , Owain’s sorta kinda gonna start opening his eyes to shit and he won’t necessarily feel good about fighting for Faerghus once he realizes shit’s wrong , but he’ll still do it because Ingrid he feels that’s what his parents did , and they’re his greatest heroes , so he’s going to follow in their footsteps.
Even tho we know Owain’s canon parents WOULDN’T WANT ANYTHING OF THE SORT TO HAPPEN TO THEIR SON
But yeah that’s !! Pretty much it !! He’s still my good nerdy baby who thinks Ingrid’s out of his league and he’s kinda just. Content with living his life like it’s a fairytale unless the situation calls for otherwise. LOVE MY DUDE THTS IT ONTO THE ARTSY BITCHES
» likes : the sea , ice cream , fairy tales , bright lights , having friends
» dislikes : being forgotten , the dark , closed spaces
» lost items : key necklace , ice cream stick , bag of seashells
❛ remember , remember , please remember
who i used to be . . who am i ?? who am i - ❜
pinterest. playlist. to listen as you read.
tws : food , twsitd stuff ( kidnapping , experimentation , manipulation / grooming )
P A S T .
To say it is painful for Shiloh to reflect on her past is . . . an understatement.
For starters , there is a point where her life changes around completely - and unfortunately , that point came rather early. But before that she remembers joyous halls of children just like her - blonde head of hair & blue eyes as wide as hers. A smile as she hears her name and a hand dragging hers to come play with him. In that moment , she knows a childhood happiness that shakes her to her core - but that’s really the only point in her life when she can pinpoint that.
And then . . . it’s taken away.
Taken away from her - or rather , she is taken away - by claws of darkness that pull her far beneath where the sun shines , where the weather can’t reach her and the outside world is nothing but a sheer dream. At first , they bring her in , and she’s talked about to be treated like “the rest” - experiments. Shots in the dark to hold too much power.
But then . . . they look at this small child , and realize the Crest she possesses is rare on its own. And a major one , nonetheless ! No , they can use this one . . . they can use this one for something different. She’s a new project - a new PUPPET they refer to as “No. I” - Number One. A common practice is to change the appearance of one of their own to reflect a pre-existing person - but what if they’re able to take in an outsider as one of them ?? That . . . is a new prospect.
Shiloh is raised as an Agarthan - taught in their magic , their principles , but she isn’t treated as a HUMAN. She is treated like a doll , a toy , and her days & nights are joyless and cold. She’s only pulled for teaching , training , or experiments in which they see if she’s truly the new project they can invest their time in. She sees them bring in people like her - most of them children - and almost none of them survive the grisly experiments they’re put through. And if she questions them . . . well , it is a signal she’s destined for failure.
Her time comes when the years pass - or at least , Shiloh can assume it’s been years - she hasn’t left Shambhala once. They assign her with her task - to , like many of their own , infiltrate the monastery and live a life as one of their own. Because she was born one of their own , it should be easier for her to blend , correct ?? She’s a SLEEPER AGENT of sorts . . . her task is to gain information , and to keep an eye on things. Even though Shiloh doesn’t want to - the small memories she has of life before Shambhala are what she holds dear , and she finds something WRONG with this , despite everything put into her head after she was taken.
She doesn’t want to do this. But she knows if she fails , she is a puppet that couldn’t play her part. So she does so , and when she finally sees the sun again it is both a burn upon her eyes but a welcome change. Shiloh Nemoria is the name she has , but again , to them , she’s only No. I.
Her story is one she DESPERATELY wants to tell - she wants to escape. So she uses this opportunity to try and break away , because she wants to be more than a puppet. She wishes to figure out who she is , but it’s hard to escape when they still want you under their thumb.
She will , though. She’ll find a way.
She has to.
P R E S E N T .
SOOOOO OKAY tldr; or if tht fuckfest was too much bc god knows i don’t even know what the fuck i’m typing - shiloh here is a human taken in by twsitd at a really early age to be a sleeper agent for them - a puppet. she’s meant to infiltrate garreg mach as a resident of the monastery and gather information , as a BRAND NEW PERSON rather than a previous employee or student. it’s a bit risky , but she’s the first of this idea.
BUT . . . SHILOH RLY DOESN’T LIKE THAT LMAO and she’s trying really hard to stay at garreg mach and is actually not reporting to twsitd and it avoiding them like the plague and hiding out but she can’t. tell anyone of what happened to her yet because she’s worried about the ramifications.
it’s. a catch 22 bc she either stays with twsitd when she really doesn’t want to or she stays at garreg mach and tells them about their situation and risks them lashing out at her for even being associated with them. even if her association. was against her will.
it’s Bad.
BT YEAH JUST KINDA PARALLEL TO HER KH STORY , shiloh rly . . . has no clue who she is. and she’s trying to find herself and she knows some things she likes , some things she dislikes - that stuff. she partially lives in fear of twsitd finding her and realizing she’s planning on escaping so she’s sorta extra clingy to like. the staff of garreg mach and those who work with the church bc she wants to be protected by them. that’s why she isn’t a student with really any house. she just works there doing whatever rhea or seteth or anyone else ask of her , as she’s under the guise of a girl looking for sanctuary from the goddess.
it’s kinda true except SHE REAALLLYY just wants to get away from the agarthans.
she’s still honestly very shy , kind of awkward ( impulsiveness , a lil fragile , & mainly not used to actually interacting with people - she’s learning ) and soft-spoken and she kind of again isn’t rly aware of like... who she is. and she’s figuring that out. she holds onto the few memories she has ( mainly of roxas , as they were in the same orphanage ) before the agarthans took her to motivate her to trying to start a new life as herself and escaping the agarthans since she wants that happiness again and her whole life was pretty much taken from her so !! she wants to start anew and to reclaim herself.
i will hopefully find out more n add to this bt WHEN THE TIMESKIP ROLLS AROUND bc by then shiloh will have fully broken away from the agarthans bt idk if like. she’ll align herself with more than the church ( aka like with seteth , flayn ) bc that’s her sanctuary and she’s so scared to like. step away from it. it’s the one place that’s given her peace and happiness since her whole life was in the dark , and not her own.
BT YEAH THIS IS SO SHORT BT THAT’S PM IT AND ALL I HAVE god i love xion so much im getting emo abt kh again but THAT’S ONE OF FOUR INTROS OF MY LAST KIDS DOWN - THREE MORE TO GOOOOO YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
LORENZ IS AWARE that his father prefers him to associate with his fellow nobility rather than the commoners around them, but he figures that being at school where everyone is his peer means he should get to know everyone. after all, not only is it good to be friendly to people in general, but maintaining a pleasant relationship with those of a lower social standing than him is important. how else is he supposed to know how best to help them if he doesn’t know anything about them ??
it’s for that reason ( and, of course, that she seems like a nice person ) that when he spots leonie not too far away from him, he walks over with a smile on his face and says, ❝ good day, leonie. did you just get done training ?? ❞ he thinks it’s a reasonable enough question, going by what he knows about her.
— * . LEONIE GETS TOO MUCH INTO HER OWN ZONE WHEN TRAINING ; she almost finds it cathartic , in a sense , because while some people use it as a space to think , Leonie DOESN’T. And that’s honestly great , considering the training’s enough to make her focus on what’s important and not what’s circulating inside her own head. Even outside the training ground , she tries her hardest , and she’s carrying her lance over her shoulder when she hears a voice call in another direction.
❝ Wh - ❞ And she turns around , almost nearly SMACKING Lorenz with the lance before she pulls it back and stands up straight. ❝ Holy shit - almost gave ya a brand new haircut , there. Good thing I caught myself. ❞ There’s a small chuckle , before she sets the lance along the wall and crosses her arms. ❝ You know , dunno what could’ve given you that idea - but yeah , thank you for asking. ❞ From the prevented accident , Leonie - who never takes breaks - begins to wonder if perhaps now is a good time to WIND DOWN for a tad. ❝ What’s going on with you ?? Here to invite me for a fancy-schmancy tea party or something ?? ❞
BERNADETTA AVOIDS PEOPLE in general, but she especially avoids nobles. her fellow nobles, she should say, but she doesn’t feel as if she lives up to that standard. she doesn’t mean anything, a single insignificant speck amongst the nobility that surrounds her, and so she doesn’t dare even look the others in the eyes, as if in doing so they will be able to tell how completely and utterly fake she is.
that’s why, when she sees ferdinand a little ways away, she lowers her head even further and picks up the pace as she walks. moving past him is the only way to get to where she’s heading, and so she moves as fast as her short legs can carry her. she silently hopes for ferdinand not to see her, and to not be offended if he does, because this isn’t a him problem, it’s a her problem.
— ❝ AH ! BERNADETTA !! ❞ And of course , there he is , almost like a constant pest plaguing the air of Garreg Mach - Ferdinand von Aegir is an incredibly . . . SOCIAL individual. And he’s persistent in remaining social , thriving off of interactions with others and forming bonds & relationships with others. Now , sometimes those interactions go sour - conversations with Hubert von Vestra being a perfect example. But there is a determination in the orange-haired noble to try and form as many close bonds as he can - and Bernadetta , even though she isn’t as nearly as social as he , is absolutely no exception. There’s a strong want in him to get to know her - and sometimes . . . he can’t tell exactly when he’s being avoided.
He jogs up to her with a beaming grin upon his features , but he doesn’t get too close - he knows space is precious , and he knows a bit that Bernadetta can be quite skittish. But he stops , a small bounce as he does so. ❝ I was looking for you today !! How are you ?? Is there anything you are doing today that I could assist you with ?? It is a noble’s duty to help their peers , of course - I’d be humbled to do so !! ❞
