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[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]Lord[/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, and 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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[color=b300b3][sub][i]"It really wasn't that special. I just got lucky, that's all."[/i][/sub][/color][/center]
[color=b300b3][u]Name[/u][/color]
[indent]Rudolf von Bergliez[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Age[/u][/color]
[indent]17 [i][sub]Born the 7th of Ethereal Moon.[/sub][/i][/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Country of Origin[/u][/color]
[indent]Adrestian Empire[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Social Standing[/u][/color]
[indent]Noble of House Bergliez[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Crest[/u][/color]
[indent]Major Crest of Noa
[sub]Rudolf's Crest imposes a subtle compulsion on observers to ignore him. He's not invisible, just easier to gloss over, especially for those that aren't specifically looking for him.[/sub][/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Starting Class[/u][/color]
[indent]Monk[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Weapon of Choice[/u][/color]
[indent]Dark Magic[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Strengths[/u][/color]
[indent]Reason, Faith[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Weaknesses[/u][/color]
[indent]Brawl, Heavy Armor[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Starting Spells[/u][/color]
[indent]Miasma Δ, Heal, Swarm Z[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Personality[/u][/color]
[indent]A scion of House Bergliez must be the pinnacle of battlefield achievement, unparalleled in bravery and skill; a warrior so powerful that no man, army, or monster may meet him in combat and prevail. Rudolf von Bergliez is none of these things. He's diminutive, easily discouraged, and wants nothing more than to suffer a mildly debilitating injury that renders him unable to ever fight again, but won't significantly hinder his day-to-day life. At least then he could abdicate his title in shame and wouldn't jeopardize the entire Empire with the aftermath of his failures. He'd be useless in any position in the Ministry of Military Affairs, let alone the battlefield; all of his alleged magical talent is an overrated farce that will surely be exposed any day now; and no, he doesn't know what 'impostor syndrome' means, so quit saying it.

Rudolf is generally incapable of internalizing praise or positive feedback. He believes any commentary on his ability comes from mindless platitude and supernatural mental influence, and that if people would only [i]pay attention[/i] to him, they'd see he's an inept failure unworthy to bear his hereditary honors. Glaring self-esteem issues aside, he's typically polite and inoffensive, though he can be quite forward at times since his subtle hints often go unnoticed by others. He does genuinely enjoy attention, though he's wary of actively drawing it to himself as he thinks it would inevitably lead to his exposure as a fraud. Naturally, Rudolf's a bit of a cynic, though he's notably more optimistic about circumstances that don't involve his input in any way.[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]History[/u][/color]
[indent]It was deemed a testament to the strength of House Bergliez's blood and the favor of the Goddess that three of the Count's five children bore Crests. Such hubris must surely have been at fault when the Count's firstborn son grew up sickly and unsuited to the warfare in which his House was accustomed. A rational man would have named another child heir to the County, but Count Bergliez was never a man who reconsidered his choices once they had been made. Rudolf, much like the other Bergliez children, was trained in the arts of combat alongside a typical young noble's education. Rudolf rarely excelled in such activities, and was met with little encouragement even when he did accomplish something. His siblings received genuine, targetted compliments, but his achievements were met with polite ambiguity, and only if he explicitly asked. Only feats with tangible, physical results were met with anything different, usually surprise. Clearly, none of the other praise was sincere; they hadn't noticed a thing, overshadowed as he was by his siblings' prowess. Rudolf came to believe that he wasn't receiving attention because there was nothing noteworthy about him; he was only commended out of pity and respect for his position as the next count. Once he had a better grasp on how his ability worked, Rudolf was all but assured of this. How could he be congratulated when he was the opposite of everything the House stood for? He was no peerless soldier, his silhouette didn't cut an imposing inspiration to lesser men against the horizon; he was weak and frail and would perish the moment he engaged the enemy. The Imperial Army demanded not just a competent leader, but a figurehead that rallied and inspired levied soldier and distinguished knight alike. No pitiful weakling whose very existence was an afterthought to those that gazed upon him would do. The Ministry of Military Affairs should be in the hands of someone strong like his brother, or cunning like his sister, someone that wouldn't fail their nation in a time of strife.

Still, Count Bergliez refused to budge. If Rudolf couldn't master a weapon, he'd just have to be given alternative methods of attack. Favors were called in and practitioners of the dark arts from some of the Empire's most elite magic corps were hired as tutors for the boy. If the Count could not raise a master warrior to lead the front lines, he would raise a sorcerer-general to rain destruction from behind them. The boy took to the education swimmingly, finding it far more agreeable to his physique than swordplay. Unfortunately, Rudolf didn't quite see it that way. Unused to his tutors' genuine evaluation of his progress and the ease at which magical instruction came to him, he assumed he'd fluked somehow and passed himself off as some sort of magical prodigy. His Crest concealed his shortcomings from his instructors' scrutiny for now, but one day, surely, he'd reach the end of his luck and be exposed as a third-rate caster with fourth-rate spells. Nevertheless, Rudolf persevered in his studies, if only to try and live up to the lie everyone believed in. The genuine attention he was receiving was something he'd sorely lacked for most of his childhood, even if it was misguided and built on deceit. Hopefully once the truth came out, his father would see what a horrible person he was and pass him over for inheritance.

Unfortunately, it never came to pass. The plague took Rudolf's father and two of his siblings, one of whom was another Crestbearer. Quite frankly, the boy couldn't help but think his family would've been better off if he'd been one of the victims instead. Worse, no one had the nerve to contradict a dead man's wishes and dispute Rudolf's claim to the title. Any protests on his part were met with deaf ears and false reassurances that he would live up to the expectations set before him. His mother took over as Countess regent due to Rudolf's age, but in the interim, he was to be sent to Garreg Mach in preparation to inherit County Bergliez. The boy accepted, both because he had been given no other options and because such a prestigious institution would doubtlessly expose him as a fool unworthy to be count, and his family would [i]have[/i] to reconsider their choice in heir.[/indent]
[color=b300b3][u]Trivia[/u][/color]
[list][*]Rudolf is ambidextrous and knows how to wield a sword in his right or left hand, not that he's particularly skilled with either.
[*]Stands at 5'6", but generally appears shorter to most people due to his unimposing physique.
[*]His favorite food is magically-chilled orange slices, which his tutor would sometimes prepare as a treat.
[*]Rudolf's Crest only applies to visual observation; he's still quite capable of calling attention to himself with sound, though an oblivious onlooker may be at a momentary loss as to where the noise originated.
[*]Reading his body language can be difficult without focused scrutiny, as his Crest typically dissuades the eye from catching his subtle gestures.
[*]The Crest of Noa appears indistinguishable from the Crest of Macuil on a Hanneman machine or other means of Crest determination.
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