[hider=Auberon Galatea | Minor Crest of Daphnel][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/02e95676-f453-43ee-815b-d9dc37533584.png[/img]
[color=ffd700][i][sub]"Get back here and fight me like a man. There's no glory in running down a routed foe."[/sub][/i][/color][/center]
[color=ffd700][u]Name[/u][/color]
[indent]Auberon Casimir Galatea[/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Age[/u][/color]
[indent]18 [sub][i]Born the 15th of Blue Sea Moon.[/i][/sub][/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Country of Origin[/u][/color]
[indent]Holy Kingdom of Faerghus[/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Social Standing[/u][/color]
[indent]Noble of House Galatea[/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Crest[/u][/color]
[indent]Minor Crest of Daphnel
[sub]Auberon's Crest sporadically imbues his swings with more momentum than would seemingly be possible by mundane means.[/sub][/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Starting Class[/u][/color]
[indent]Fighter[/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Weapon of Choice[/u][/color]
[indent]Axes[/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Strengths[/u][/color]
[indent]Axe, Flying[/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Weaknesses[/u][/color]
[indent]Bow, Reason[/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Personality[/u][/color]
[indent]Hotheaded and often rash, Auberon is a force of ego incarnate, with the utmost confidence that his every success is ordained by the Goddess herself, and thus brings glory unto Her name with every act he undertakes. Should he ever fail at something, of course, it is merely because the Goddess chose to teach him an important lesson in order to make him a more perfect servant or subtly create an even better result in the future. This leads to a very reckless nature, though not totally untempered by wisdom; the Goddess helps those who help themselves, after all.

Despite this hubris, Auberon is not one to rise above his station. He believes the Goddess has placed him precisely where he should be, and his whole life has been spent in preparation for vassalage - whether to a count or a king. He gives due deference to his feudal superiors and members of the church, though commoners are usually beneath his notice. He's cordial to them out of a sense of [i]noblesse oblige[/i], but he believes it is their role to serve as much as it his the role of the aristocracy to justly rule. This does not extend to those rare commoners who are lucky enough to bear a Crest, whose holy blood Auberon takes as a sign of the Goddess' favor and thus he regards them as he would any other noble. [/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]History[/u][/color]
[indent]Born the second son of two knights from a cadet branch of House Galatea, Auberon seemed a strong candidate to follow in their footsteps in one of the knightly orders of Faerghus rather than inherit the estate. When his Crest became apparent, however, the main branch immediately took an interest in the boy, as the House had not produced a Crestbearing heir. While they were hesitant to fully commit to Auberon's adoption in hopes that Count Galatea may yet produce a child holding a more valuable Major Crest, lessons on statecraft and stewardship were stressed on Auberon alongside the courtly etiquette and chivalric conduct typical of a young noble's education in the event he should eventually be chosen as the Count's successor nevertheless. 

He took to combat lessons as swimmingly as any Crestbearing son of Faerghus would, and the innate physical advantages of his Crest led him to develop an ego quite quickly. His mother schooled him on tactics she reserved from her time as a pegasus knight, and his father instructed him briefly in the lance before passing him off to a more dedicated combat instructor. Auberon's older brother rarely stood a chance in their sparing, despite being two years his elder; his tutors were often caught off-guard by the boy's intensity in practice, if not truly threatened. Seeking to curb any foolhardy arrogance in their son, his parents began introducing him to members of the Church in hopes that faith and scripture would humble the boy. The opposite occurred. Inspired by tales of the Ten Elites and their holy blood, Auberon came to understand himself not as special by his own merits, but by the benevolence of the Goddess. Now convinced of his importance in the divine sphere as well as the mortal, the young squire threw himself into his training with renewed vigor, aiming to be worthy of his role as the Goddess' champion like Daphnel before him.

It was also around this time that the whispers among the court became too loud for Auberon to miss. Auberon was still the sole Crestbearer of his generation, and some among the Galatea nobility had already given up on the Count choosing a different heir. The young teen could often pick them out easily - they were a little bit more pleasant now, with manipulations behind every word of flattery and unrealized ambitions spun in every turn of phrase. Perhaps a courtier would promise to convince the Count to stop deliberating on Auberon's adoption for a mere favor in the future, perhaps another simply wanted to brown-nose with his future liege. Such intrigue didn't interest Auberon - the Goddess would place him where he was meant to be regardless; anxiety was a trait reserved for faithless men and cowardly sinners.

When they learned Auberon would be attending the Officers Academy with his enrollment costs to be covered by the Count himself, Auberon's proponents, and even some detractors, seemed assured that he would be chosen for rulership of County Galatea swiftly after. But even then, no official decision was made. This served as an endless source of frustration to those whose power plays were banking on such an event, though Auberon remained unaffected by noble politics as ever. If anything, he was more excited to witness Garreg Mach and the seat of the Church in person than he was to hold any titles or power.[/indent]
[color=ffd700][u]Trivia[/u][/color]
[list][*]Auberon is the current Count Galatea's first cousin twice-removed.
[*]Auberon stands at six feet tall.
[*]No meal can beat a pepper crusted steak. Auberon will accept a duel over this.
[*]While he has not been officially adopted by the main branch of House Galatea, many among the nobility already consider him heir apparent.
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Here's another wyvern rider with a Fate faceclaim because apparently me and Kestrel are sharing the same two brain cells rn