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Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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When Kellen had realized the joint class would be meeting in the Blue Lions classroom, he had thought he might be able to take his previous seat, but Auberon had chosen to sit at the front, and while Kellen was not at all attuned to his House Leader’s desires, something told him that a drubbing would come were he not to sit with his fellow Blue Lions – or more scandalously, at the back of the class. So, there he was, situated between Lienna and Auberon and doing his best not to turn around and gawk at classmates from across the continent. It was a mostly successful effort, in no small part thanks to the meandering yet compelling words of Professor Roland.

A change in tradition made some sense, particularly with the state of the Empire, Alliance and Kingdom. The grim warnings of the future to come – and Kellen and his fellow classmate’s role in it – might have once fallen on deaf ears, but for some reason they stuck with Kellen. ’The time will come sooner than later where faith and morality will be tested.’ Kellen wasn't sure how much he liked Fodlan's odds at passing that test.

Shaking his head, Kellen brought his focus back to the class. Archbishop Ioannis had specifically put together this class? This time, Kellen did turn around in his seat to look at his classmates. A first look didn’t present anything that made them stand out from the other students he had seen in the courtyard. The Professor had previously mentioned royalty and heirs, and Kellen supposed that made some sense, but Lienna, seated on his right, had claim to neither. Nor did he recognize the red-haired youth sitting on the other side of Auberon and therefore must have been one of the Blue Lions. Frowning slightly, he puzzled over the issue but was forced to snap back to reality when introductions began.

The first student to stand was Clarissa (Kellen mouthed the name to himself several times to commit it to memory), who spoke eloquently about the future and the Goddess and seemed nothing like the caricatures of Leicester Nobility that some in Faerghus chose to propagate. Jorah and Raimund were quick to correct any false impressions about how the Golden Deer would conduct themselves. Their House Leader was more bard than lord, but seemed affable and easy to get along with. Raimund was almost too quick in picking up the presentation, and while it was not like anything Kellen had seen, a smile broke out across his face at the gall of the two boys. An evening invitation to experience ‘true Leicester hospitality’ seemed bold to offer to a group of strangers from across the Fodlan, but Kellen wasn’t about to rule out the prospect of getting to know his classmates better.

The small ball of anxiety that came with having to speak in front of a group showed no signs of dissapating. For the many times he had had to introduce himself today, he had hoped he would get better at it. As he stood up and began to speak, he realized this was naïve. “Hello, I’m Kellen…” For some reason, he could never get out his last name without hesitation. ”Fraldarius. I’m Faerghus – from Faerghus, sorry. And I’m part of the Blue Lions.” He wiped his brow with a too-long sleeve. “I’m looking forward to learning with you all. I enjoy…” What did he like? The past year spent with his uncle had involved precious little recreation. And while he might have once said fighting, that was not longer true either. “I don’t much like surprises.” The words came out unintentionally, and a bit quieter than the rest of his stumbling introduction. Afraid of embarrassing himself further, he bobbed his head up and down quickly before settling back into his seat, staring straight ahead and hoping that someone would interject quickly and take the attention off of him.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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A small group of men gathered outside of Garreg Mach, most in Gautier armour (if they had any). Standing apart from the group, two figures were staring up at the Monastery. Neither were wearing Gautier colours. The first, leaning on a spear, presented the spitting image of a soldier. His greying hair was cut short, and he had the stocky frame of one who was just as used to loading supplies as he was to seeing combat. He could be placed somewhere around forty-four, and even in such a casual posture his hand instinctively wrapped around his weapon, prepared to react at a moment’s notice. His brigandine, well worn, bore the emblem of the House of Fraldarius, though it had faded over time.

The other figure did not much compare. His dark brown hair was unevenly cut, and his frame was lean and wiry. The soldier stood half a foot over him, and in contrast to the calm gaze the older man carried, the other figure’s projected a great sense of unease. His uniform did not seem to properly fit, and it showed. The only piece of his outfit that the boy seemed comfortable with was the sword at his side.

The two stood in silence for a few minutes. Every once a while, the boy would pull his sleeves up, only to have them slide down again a few seconds later.
Finally, the elder spoke up.

“Time we’re off. Will you need anything, my lord?”

A grin broke out across the boy’s face.“My lord? Come on, Anton. You can’t say something like that and then leave!”

The soldier shook his head solemnly. “No no, master! Although we might have once been brothers in arms, you now attend Garreg Mach, esteemed institution of learning and…"

“And?”

“And -- Blast it, I can’t keep it up.” A smile crept across the soldier’s face. “Do you think they’ll all talk like that in there? I can’t imagine it.”

“Me neither.” The boy said. His gaze returned to the imposing figure of the Monastery. “I truthfully have no idea what I’ll find in there.”

“Your sister did fine, lad. More than fine, in in fact! You'll be fine.” The soldier’s gaze was fixed intently on the boy.

There was a long pause.

“Did father say anything more to you before he sent you off to bring me here?” The boy’s gaze met the soldier’s.

“Nothing. I swear it.” The soldier put a hand over his heart. His mouth opened for half-a-moment, but something stopped the words from coming out. Instead, he let the hand drop. “We really should head off. The boys were eyeing the taverns and I’ll be damned if I’m covering their tabs.”

“Alright. Thanks.”

The boy took one deep breath, slinging a large pack over his shoulder and starting off in the direction of the Monastery. It was only after a few moments that he stopped in his tracks.

“Anton? Please tell them I miss them. ”

Kellen Fraldarius should have known better than to expect a response. When he turned around, he saw that Anton, along with the guards who had accompanied him, were already riding off down the hill.

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Drop off a bag. Gather in the cathedral. Meet the faculty. Memorize names. Search to see if there’s anyone you recognize. Avoid making eye contact with anyone you recognize. The flurry of activity that accompanied students’ arrival at Garreg Mach was a bit overwhelming, but Kellen did his best to keep his head above the water. He was quite relieved when the students were broken off and sent to their respective houses, taking a seat near the back of the room.

From what little Kellen remembered of the rare stories Rhiannon would share, the professor seemed quite different from the usual crop. His casual attitude and warm introduction put Kellen at ease for the first time since he had arrived at the Monastery.

The revelation that houses would be integrated was a mild surprise to Kellen. He had rarely listened, but he knew that it was not normal. Still, the idea was exciting to Kellen, who’s only encounters with other nations had been the skirmishes with Sreng. Perhaps he might learn something new in all this.

Kellen had hardly paid attention in lessons (when he had had them), so the appointment of Auberon of House Galatea did not raise an immediate eyebrow for Kellen. Indeed, he was impressed by how quickly the heir rose to his new station, despite his apparent surprise. From his position at the back of the room, Kellen saw a few students react to the announcement with an expected amount of tittering. When one – who Kellen perhaps unfairly suspected to be one of Lonatos listed on the board – turned to towards Kellen with a conspiratorial air, he shook his head sharply. While Kellen wasn’t wholly convinced by the his new… House Leader’s appeal to the collective and the future of the kingdom, he realized that he was thankful to not have any such responsibility thrust on him. Not that he imagined he had even been considered, given his purported lack of crest. A quick scan of the whiteboard confirmed that indeed, among this group, Auberon seemed well-positioned for the role, and that both he and Kellen were grouped together in the new system Michail had explained.

Much less impressed with the new house leader was the ashen-haired girl who quickly strode to the front of the room, scanned the list of names, then rapidly departed. While Kellen was by no means adept at the art of aristocracy, he could tell from the way she held herself that she was not from one of the noble houses. The thought brought him some relief. However, she had the right idea, and Kellen turned his attention to the board as well. A quick examination of the board gave Kellen no cause for concern. He recognized the odd name, but thankfully he saw no Gautiers nor Fraldarius’s listed in his class. While he was sure some students would take note of his last name, he was relieved to know that none would know much about him, much less have a reason to bother him.

Kellen stood up, taking a few steps toward the center aisle to make himself more noticeable. “Erm, hello everyone. I’m Kellen.” He gestured vaguely towards the board before pushing his sleeves back up. “Fraldarius. I have a few older siblings though, so please don’t treat me differently!” He looked around the room and realized that compared to the introduction of Auberon, his hardly stacked up. Nevertheless, he gave a quick nod to the assembled students before turning outside to be confronted with the scene of his professor on the losing end of a battering by what he presumed to be two other members of the faculty. The scene nearly stopped him in his tracks, but he was quick to recover and position himself along the wall just outside of the classroom. Having the cool stone press against his back made him feel safe, and from this point he had a decent view of the courtyard where students were trickling out of their classrooms.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Kellen Fraldarius | Minor Crest of Fraldarius

_{"Let’s just push ahead. We can look back and assess the damage later."}

Name

Kellen Milo Fraldarius

Age

17 _{Born the 8th of Harpstring Moon.}

Country of Origin

Holy Kingdom of Faerghus

Social Standing

Noble of House Fraldarius

Crest

Minor Crest of Fraldarius
_{Kellen’s crest will, on occasion, allow him to temporarily ignore injuries he sustains. The pain doesn’t go away, it’s merely delayed.}

Starting Class

Myrmidon

Weapon of Choice

Swords

Strengths

Sword, Axe

Weaknesses

Faith, Flying, Riding

Personality

Kellen is a mostly-pleasant boy, who does not hold himself in particularly high-esteem. He’s quick to try and mediate conflicts, and as the youngest sibling of four, is used to being pushed around by those older than him. He is rather irreverent and does not see much point in respecting old traditions, though his stance on the matter is not strong enough for him to take any sort of real action to upend them.

However, in combat or otherwise under pressure, Kellen is rather quick to withdraw and hone in the task at hand. Any semblance of laisser-faire is lost, and there’s little attempt to pretend otherwise. While at times this a great tool, at others it manifests itself as an anxiety that does little but burn Kellen out. Any situation with the potential for injury contributes greatly to Kellen’s anxiety.

History

Kellen was born the youngest of 4 siblings. His eldest sister, Rhiannon, was identified at a young age to possess a major crest of Fraldarius. While Kellen was rarely privy to it, this would lead to a great deal of strife between his parents and his uncles and aunts, who had yet to bear any children with crests.

For the rest of this siblings, free from the subterfuge and family intrigue, Rhiannon’s crest lent them a great deal of freedom. The three crestless children, not aware of the context of such a gift, viewed it as more of a punishment than a boon. After all, Rhiannon spent days training, learning, and generally following their parents’ orders while the three younger children were able to play, explore, and, when forced to, learn under the far less-watchful eye of their tutor.

At the age of eight, Kellen was dropped out of a window by his siblings who got too excited while holding onto his legs. After plummeting to the ground, he found himself unable to move his arm. Being all of 8 and having far more pressing maters to attend to, the kids resumed their games. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes had passed that a wave of pain ran through him that left him sobbing for the next several hours as the healers went about setting the injury.

Other similar incidents occurred. Kellen, in his foolishness, would find himself injured in some way or another, and while most of the time he would immediately feel pain, there would be moments where it would take minutes, sometimes close to an hour, for that horrible feeling to finally reach his brain. These occurrences dwindled as Kellen grew and became a bit more risk-averse. But after a practice blade clipped his ear – nearly taking a piece with it –, his father realized that his family had two crest-bearers.

Kellen felt a sense of dread as his father explained the situation to him. He had had suspicions that something wasn’t quite right, but his brief attempts at learning had given him the impression that two crest-bearers in a family was a rare occurrence. More than that though, he had no wish to assume a life similar to his eldest sister’s, whom he had rarely seen since she had gone to Garreg Mach some years previous.

That’s why he was thrilled when his father presented him with a solution. Kellen could head off to support his uncle and troops in defending the Kingdom against incursions from Sreng, something Kellen had begged for and been denied, with his parents insisting that such a mission would be too dangerous.

There was one condition to his wish being granted, however. Kellen would, under no circumstances, inform anyone beyond his Father about the revelation he possessed a crest. This too, was a great victory for Kellen, who had no wish to be groomed and controlled the way his sister was.

The campaign in Gautier territory was not particularly exciting, with Kellen’s uncle frequently expressing his concern and curiosity that his brother would send a sixteen-year-old boy into such unforgiving conditions. Kellen quickly adapted to the new circumstances, which rarely saw him on the frontline, despite his objections. He mostly served as an aide to his uncle, helping transport supplies and manage the camp.

However, Kellen’s newfound realization of his crest and its power left him restless. It wasn’t long before he donned a soldier’s garb and joined the line as troops pushed to rout some bandits from a small town. While passing through the town to clear the scant homes, Kellen found himself unable to stand. When he looked down, he saw a nasty gash that he had sustained during the fight and failed to notice. While he would survive this wound, medics at the camp were alarmed by how much blood had been lost. His uncle, after much chiding, would later ascribe the incident to adrenaline, but Kellen knew otherwise. The revelation that he had sustained a blow that could have cost him his life without realizing it quickly changed his tune, and after the incident he was content to stay in the camp and away from the fray.

In the year that followed, Kellen would communicate with his family rarely, mostly to re-affirm his safety and assure them that he was greatly enjoying the new adventure. He often-considered telling his mother about his crest, but never did so, remembering the deal he had struck with his father. The one he never heard from was Rhiannon, who his other siblings insisted they had not seen since he had left.

The last message he received was from his Father. It stated, in plain language, that he had been enrolled at Garreg Mach and would be expected to attend in the coming year. Kellen wrote back several times insisting he would not be attending, but he never received a response. His uncle received a similar letter, and despite many heated arguments, Kellen found he could make no headway. His uncle sent him off shortly thereafter, with a small retinue of troops who were just as surprised as he was that he would be attending the academy.

Trivia

• Kellen stands at 5 feet 6 inches. He’s got a sturdy build, and a left arm that still aches at times.
• Kellen will eat whatever is available, but if given the choice he is quite fond of his Mother’s Cabbage and Herring Stew. He refuses to eat if it isn’t prepared by her.
• Kellen has little faith in the goddess, though he rarely expresses this opinion.
• Kellen does not like being surprised.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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Kellen Fraldarius | Minor Crest of Fraldarius

_{" “Let’s just push ahead. We can look back and assess the damage later."}

Name

Kellen Milo Fraldarius

Age

17 _{Born the 8th of Harpstring Moon.}

Country of Origin

Holy Kingdom of Faerghus

Social Standing

Noble of House Fraldarius

Crest

Minor Crest of Fraldarius
_{Kellen’s crest will, on occasion, allow him to temporarily ignore injuries he sustains. The pain doesn’t go away, it’s merely delayed.}

Starting Class

Myrmidon

Weapon of Choice

Swords

Strengths

Sword, Axe

Weaknesses

Faith, Flying, Riding

Personality

Kellen is a mostly-pleasant boy, who does not hold himself in particularly high-esteem. He’s quick to try and mediate conflicts, and as the youngest sibling of four, is used to being bushed around by those older than him. He is rather irreverent, and does not see much point in respecting old traditions, though his stance on the matter is not strong enough for him to take any sort of real action to upend them.

However, in combat or otherwise under pressure, Kellen is rather quick to withdraw and hone in the task at hand. Any semblance of laisser-faire is lost, and there’s little attempt to pretend otherwise. While at times this a great tool, at others it manifests itself as an anxiety that does little but burn Kellen out. Any situation with the potential for injury contributes greatly to Kellen’s anxiety.

History

Kellen was born the youngest of 4 siblings. His eldest sister, Rhiannon, was identified at a young age to possess a major crest of Fraldarius. While Kellen was rarely privy to it, this would lead to a great deal of strife between his parents and his uncles and aunts, who had yet to bear any children with crests.

For the rest of this siblings, free from the subterfuge and family intrigue, Rhiannon’s crest lent them a great deal of freedom. The three crestless children, not aware of the context of such a gift, viewed it as more of a punishment than a boon. After all, Rhiannon spent days training, learning, and generally following their parents’ orders while the three younger children were able to play, explore, and, when forced to, learn under the far less-watchful eye of their tutor.

At the age of eight, Kellen was dropped out of a window by his siblings who got too excited while holding onto his legs. After plummeting to the ground, he found himself unable to move his arm. Being all of 8 and having far more pressing maters to attend to, the kids resumed their games. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes had passed that a wave of pain ran through him that left him sobbing for the next several hours as the healers went about setting the injury.

Other similar incidents occurred. Kellen, in his foolishness, would find himself injured in some way or another, and while most of the time he would immediately feel pain, there would be moments where it would take minutes, sometimes close to an hour, for that horrible feeling to finally reach his brain. These occurrences dwindled as Kellen grew and became a bit more risk-averse. But after a practice blade clipped his ear – nearly taking a piece with it –, his father realized that his family had two crest-bearers.

Kellen felt a sense of dread as his father explained the situation to him. He had had suspicions that something wasn’t quite right, but his brief attempts at learning had given him the impression that two crest-bearers in a family was a rare occurrence. More than that though, he had no wish to assume a life similar to his eldest sister’s, whom he had rarely seen since she had gone to Garreg Mach some years previous.

That’s why he was thrilled when his father presented him with a solution. Kellen could head off to support his uncle and troops in defending the Kingdom against incursions from Sreng, something Kellen had begged for and been denied, with his parents insisting that such a mission would be too dangerous.

There was one condition to his wish being granted, however. Kellen would, under no circumstances, inform anyone beyond his Father about the revelation he possessed a crest. This too, was a great victory for Kellen, who had no wish to be groomed and controlled the way his sister was.

The campaign in Gautier territory was not particularly exciting, with Kellen’s uncle frequently expressing his concern and curiosity that his brother would send a sixteen-year-old boy into such unforgiving conditions. Kellen quickly adapted to the new circumstances, which rarely saw him on the frontline, despite his objections. He mostly served as an aide to his uncle, helping transport supplies and manage the camp.

However, Kellen’s newfound realization of his crest and its power left him restless. It wasn’t long before he donned a soldier’s garb and joined the line as troops pushed to rout some bandits from a small town. While passing through the town to clear the scant homes, Kellen found himself unable to stand. When he looked down, he saw a nasty gash that he had sustained during the fight and failed to notice. While he would survive this wound, medics at the camp were alarmed by how much blood had been lost. His uncle, after much chiding, would later ascribe the incident to adrenaline, but Kellen knew otherwise. The revelation that he had sustained a blow that could have cost him his life without realizing it quickly changed his tune, and after the incident he was content to stay in the camp and away from the fray.

In the year that followed, Kellen would communicate with his family rarely, mostly to re-affirm his safety and assure them that he was greatly enjoying the new adventure. He often-considered telling his mother about his crest, but never did so, remembering the deal he had struck with his father. The one he never heard from was Rhiannon, who his other siblings insisted they had not seen since he had left.

The last message he received was from his Father. It stated, in plain language, that he had been enrolled at Garreg Mach and would be expected to attend in the coming year. Kellen wrote back several times insisting he would not be attending, but he never received a response. His uncle received a similar letter, and despite many heated arguments, Kellen found he could make no headway. His uncle sent him off shortly thereafter, with a small retinue of troops who were just as surprised as he was that he would be attending the academy.

Trivia

• Kellen stands at 5 feet 6 inches. He’s got a sturdy build, and a left arm that still aches at times.
• Kellen will eat whatever is available, but if given the choice he is quite fond of his Mother’s Cabbage and Herring Stew. He refuses to eat if it isn’t prepared by her.
• Kellen has little faith in the goddess, though he rarely expresses this opinion.
• Kellen does not like being surprised.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Apologies Hero, work picked up on a Sunday of all things. Hoping to have a CS for you all tonight, likely Blue Lions to help balance things out!

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

I kinda like them all! Willing to fill wherever necessary, but leaning towards Faerghus or the Adrestian Empire, as they're the two routes I've played before!

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Probably going to go with a low-ranking noble, still not sure from what house. Might base it around what other peeps CS's turn out to be!

Fire Emblem: Three Houses Interest Check

Interested!

Mad craving for RPing! Here's some ideas!

Both of these ideas sound interesting! I'm keeping an eye on this thread!