Diluc Ragnvindr
Genshin Impact
Age: mid 20's
Birthday: April 30th
Thoma
Genshin Impact
Age: mid 20's
Birthday: January 9th
Aether
Genshin Impact
Age: over 500
Birthday: N/A
Xiao
Genshin Impact
Age: over 2,000+
Birthday: April 17th
Noe Archiviste
Case Study of Vanitas
Age: 19
Birthday: September 28th^Verses: Fe3h ^
Katou Haru
Fugou Keiji: BALANCE UNLIMITED
Age: 30
Birthday: May 2nd
Ashe Duran
Fire Emblem Three Houses /
Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Age: (Pre-Timeskip) 17 (Post) 22
Birthday: October 17thVerses: Verdant Moon
Dorothea Arnault
Fire Emblem Three Houses /
Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Age: (Pre-Timeskip) 19 (Post) 24
Birthday: September 29thVerses: Verdant Moon
Hilda Valentine Goneril
Fire Emblem Three Houses /
Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Age: (Pre-Timeskip) 19 (Post) 24
Birthday: February 3rdVerses: Verdant Moon
Serah Farron
Final Fantasy XIII / XIII-2
Age: (XIII) 19 (XIII-2) 21
Birthday: February 20th^Verses: Fe3h ^
Alphen
Tales of Arise
Age: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
Lambert Egitte Blaiddyd
Fire Emblem Three Houses OC
Age: 40
Birthday: May 3rd*Please note: Lambert is an OC based off of my own HCs and interpretation - I do not own him!
As a Crest bearer, Lambert ascended to the throne of Faerghus over his older brother Rufus sometime before Imperial Year 1162, when his son and heir Dimitri was born. A few months after the Prince's birth, a plague swept through Faerghus and claimed the life of Lambert's first wife, Adaline, the queen consort. Deveastated, Lambert did everything he could to be present for his son and his Kingdom, relying heavily on the help of his good friend, Lord Rodrigue Fraldarius.In 1171, during the Insurrection of the Seven, Lambert secretly took Anselma von Arundel's hand in marriage after she fled from the Empire. Due to being a consort of Ionius IX, she adopted the name "Patricia" and their marriage was concealed from the wider public due to the delicate political climate of the time. It was in this time that he became acquainted with Edelgard during her time in the Kingdom.In 1176, King Lambert lead the charge to liberate Duscur and bring them together with Faerghus in hopes of achieving his greater dream of extending Fodlan's net. It's during this attempted outreach that tragedy struck the heart of Faerghus, an attempted assassination gone horribly wrong, resulting in the lost of lives to many, including his wife, Patricia. The King himself received devastating injuries, presenting as the loss of his left arm and severe burns across a large portion of his body. It is due to the effects of Faith Healing that he is alive to this day.The Prince, thankfully, was able to arrive home largely physically unscathed, but both, he and Lambert, were devastated by the losses the tragedy caused. Afterward, Lambert does everything within his power to do right by his son and his country, by finding out everything he can about who orchestrated such an event.
Saint Indech
Fire Emblem Three Houses OC
Age: 1000+
Birthday: March 2nd*Please note: Indech is an OC based off of my own HCs and interpretation - I do not own him!
Legend states that they fought alongside Seiros during the War of Heroes against the Fell King Nemesis over a thousand years ago. Together with the Ten Elites, the Four Saints are revered as the heroes of ancient Fódlan, the original holders of the Crests, and the founders of several noble bloodlines.In truth, only the Four Saints were allied with Seiros, while the Ten Elites were subordinates of Nemesis who participated in the slaughter of the Nabateans, the children of the Goddess, at Zanado. Seiros and the Four Saints were the sole survivors of the massacre, and orchestrated the War of Heroes against Nemesis to avenge their fallen people. As Seiros bestowed her blood upon Wilhelm Paul Hresvelg, endowing him with the Crest of Seiros, so too did Cichol, Cethleann, and Indech grant their Crests to other humans. Indech retreated to Lake Teutates, where he lived in isolation and guarded the weapons they had once used in battle. It is believed that as time passed, all four lost their ability to shift between their human and bestial forms, but it's unsure whether or not this is the truth.As of Imperial Year 1185, Indech can still be found in his Divine Beast form at the bottom of Lake Teutates guarding over his holy weapon, The Inexhaustible.
Canon Divergent AU - Survival at Duscur
ft. Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd and Lambert Egitte BlaiddydThe Tragedy of Duscur was a time that changed the lives of many citizens across the land of Faerghus, a time of strife and uncertainty. While it’s original intention had been to unite Faerghus and Duscur, allowing for Fodlan to push out from it’s typical borders and have a stronger outreach than it currently did. It appeared that this unification was against the ideals of certain groups across Fodlan, which sought to the tragedy that caused such strife.Including the assassination attempt against it’s royal family, while it did take the life of Queen Patricia, King Lambert and Prince Dimitri made it out alive, if only just. Lambert sustained extremely severe injuries, such as the loss of his left arm and excessive burns scaling across his body; whereas Prince Dimitri suffering his own injuries, burns to his torso as well as blunt force trauma to his head. While the kingdom mourned those they had lost, ceremonies held in their stead, remembering those who had been there, it also celebrated the return and recovery of the King and his heir.Time heals all wounds, and just as the physical ones closed and mended, so too do the wounds on the heart. Day by day it gets easier, while healing one’s mind and heart is not a linear process, it can be an upward slope if consistent and proper care is put forth. The Kingdom heals and presses onward, still aiming to mend ties with the surrounding countries to better it’s borders and shipments, to unite the world in a way it had never been before.Key Points:
→ Dimitri still suffers from symptoms of schizophrenia, derealization & ageusia after the events at Duscur, but is do his best to manage them easier with the help of his father.
→ Dimitri still saves and befriends Dedue, who is welcomed with open arms.
→ Lambert is researching the events that unfolded at Duscur to try and unveil who was behind such an awful tragedy.
↳ To that point, it is known across Faerghus that the Duscurian people were not to blame for the events, but a group within Fodlan’s own borders.
→ If the insurrection occurs two years after Duscur, Lambert absolutely does not allow Dimitri and Felix to march in it, preferring that he march himself alongside Rodrigue, as they had during the annexation the lower half of Sreng when Dimitri was six.
Canon Divergent AU - Verdant MoonIn times of strive, there is often a need for cooperation, to work together toward their unified goal, to unite forces rather than pit them against each other unnecessarily. During the fall of Garreg Mach, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and Claude von Riegan of the Leicester Alliance agreed as much, vowed to one another that throughout this time they would do what they could to rely on one another, to help where they could. Never to neglect the needs of their own nations respectively, but, if the need arose for it, they would unite and aid where they could.Two possible scenarios:
Byleth leads the Golden Deer - Claude hears rumors of the one eyed demon that’s terrorizing the border surrounding Garreg Mach, with the intention of setting up their base there upon the 5 year reunion mark, Claude sets out early to scope out this ‘demon’. What he doesn’t expect is to come across the alleged demon himself, finding that he is none other than the late prince of Faerghus - Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. Now here on monastery grounds, the Blue Lions and the Golden Deer work together to unify their forces and end this war. Tending to each of the nations as much as they can, going to topple the empire’s hold on Fhirdiad as well as stop the invasion on Derdriu, but coming together as the needs arose.Byleth leads the Blue Lions - The members of the old Blue Lions take root in the remnants of Garreg Mach Monastery where they follow behind the thought to be executed prince of Faerghus. It isn’t until the Battle of Gronder that they cross paths with those in the Golden Deer, and through the efforts of those in the Blue Lions house they manage to join forces, despite how out of sorts their leader seemed to be at that moment. The two factions beginning to work to unify their forces in the fight against the Empire.
Feelings about The Goddess
tw: religious, traumaWhile being the Prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, speaking out against the Church or the Goddess would be seen as nothing more than treasonous, Dimitri has a few reservations about the matter, as it were. It’s quite hard for him to enjoy the idea that all of this is apart of some divine purpose, that this Goddess is up in the heavens looking down at all of them and deciding that this is the correct path that needs to be taken. That she just watches as her children suffer with seemingly no end in sight.He will never say anything out loud, due to his status and the fact that he is enrolled in the Officers Academy in Garreg Mach, but in his own mind he continues to be plagued by this. Thinking upon things such as the Tragedy of Duscur, the insurrection two years later, the Fall of Garreg Mach and then the war wrought by Edelgard and the Adrestian Empire, bring forth harsh and selfish thoughts and feelings toward the deity. He doesn’t deny her sheer existence, but he denies her omnipotence, denies her holy ability to make anything right in the world she created - he’d rather make her more akin to a mortal, someone who is just at the whims of fate, rather than the one holding the strings of it.Even after Byleth’s transformation and their connection to the Goddess is known, this only furthers his opinion of this, Byleth is not beyond fault, they are human. Things don’t always go according to plan, sometimes it’s all wrong. He doesn’t fault The Goddess for this, but he certainly doesn’t exalt her as much as some of the followers of the Church’s teachings.
Dimitri + Loss of his eyesighttw: hallucinations, imprisonment, excessive gore, self mutilationThe voices that echoed in patterns across Dimitri's mind, crowding his mind and blinding him from his own rational thoughts, was an experience that the young prince had grown accustomed to, had long since familiarized himself with. He'd suffered through them a thousand times since the events that unraveled at Duscur and has waved Dedue worry off a thousand more, claiming it to be nothing more than mere ‘headaches’. Some days, of course, were better than others but he did what he had to to push through it, to function despite how desperately he wanted to curl up in bed and sleep his days away. He had responsibilities he needed to tend to, a throne he needed to ascend, he couldn’t allow himself to fall to this.Despite this, despite the familiarity of the voices he heard in his thoughts, the shadows, the flickers of movement in the corners of his vision, however, were new. New and completely different than anything he's ever experienced, and it seems they had found him in the cells underneath the palace of Fhirdiad. Wrapped tightly around him like the shackles that now weigh heavy on his wrists and ankles. He was as much a prisoner to the phantoms of his own mind’s creation as he was to Cornelia.Both seemed to mock him all the same.It had been days since his imprisonment began, days since his initial isolation, days since he’s had any proper sleep. The consequences of all of it was finally rearing a head.The shadows flickered now, in the deep darkness of his cell. They surrounded him, light touches caressing his shoulder, fiddling with his hair, pulling at his face. Yet every time his gaze caught them, every time he was able to focus on one - they disappear. As if they had never been there to begin with.It was unnerving.Dimitri was beginning to lose his edge, his senses were dulling even more than they usually did when it was, perceivably, ‘bad’. Even then it had never been like this. He was suspended above himself now. Caught between trying to find the phantom, and attempt to protect his own body.But he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.Nothing he did managed to block out the shadows, unlike the voices that echoed, he couldn’t ignore the figures. His head moved as if on a swivel as anxiety made his body run cold. They danced across his vision, disappearing and reappearing in rapid succession. He couldn’t catch up, couldn’t orient himself enough to make sense of it all.All of it seemed to rear a head when one of the dancing figures caught his eye. sharp glimmering red bore into dulled blue as they began their forward march toward him. One foot followed by another as it marched closer. A hand lifting, aimed and poised toward him, to hurt him, to maim him, to kill him. Try as he might to get away, the iron shackles kept him in place. Kept him from moving as the hand grabbed at his jaw. Yanking him so they were face to face, eye to eye.*One human, one shadow, two red piercing eyes, two unfocus blue ones *- suddenly, the shadow’s other hand lifted, sharp and fast. The fingers scratched his face, stabbed at his eye. The phantom screamed as it gouged his eyes out. Its laughter was a pandemonium of sound that resembled more of a bloodcurdling screech than that of actual joy.One moment, then two passed as the assault continued. One breath, followed by another until the door crested open. Guards armed to the teeth, weapons out, aiming to take out whatever assassin had harmed the traitorous prince.But the horror of the scene before them failed to the events that unfolded within the Prince’s very mind. What was thought to be a phantom, a shadow poised to kill, was, in fact, the Prince’s very own hand. The laughter was actually screams of pain that filled every inch of the cell, that bounced off the walls and echoing down the hallway.The guards stood there in fear at what unfolded before them. Uncertain of what to do, of how to proceed. Before the cries suddenly stopped.“.... help -” Was the only thing the prince managed to mutter before unconsciousness finally found him.When he awoke, Dimitri found he’d been bandaged, half of his vision completely blocked out by gauze wrapped around his head. It didn’t take much to venture that by the sheer lack of light that dared peek through the wrappings, and the insurmountable pain that shot through his eye and down his spine when he so much as moved - full sight was not something he would be graced with.*fool, fool, you dumb fool, VENGEANCE, KILL HER, kill that woman, take her **HEAD -- ***
Prompto Eldercapt
Final Fantasy XV AU
Age: (Pre-Timeskip) 20 (Post) 30
Birthday: October 25thCredit
TBA
N-iP01357
Final Fantasy XV AU
Age Created: 20 years ago in October
TBA
Episode Prompto
tw: Self HarmBurning branch clutched in a trembling gloved hand, his breath trembling as it comes closer, aimed at the lines and numbers decorating his right wrist. Grip tightened over the branch, an attempt to stop his trembling, but it was no use, not as his breath quickened, heaving in and out - he couldn’t get enough air, couldn’t get the crushing pressure off of his chest, the anxiety welling up within him.There was a moments hesitation, long enough to stare at the brand, his hatred was palpable enough that it made him far more overheated than the fire in front of him did. He hated it. Hated what he, apparently, was. An MT, created by the Niffs, by Verstael - the man he was a CLONE of. The reality of it all disgusted him, made his stomach lurch in a way he hadn’t felt until he heard about the fall of Insomnia. But it didn’t take much to push him to decide what to do.With a quick moment, the burning end of the branch was shoved forward, pressed firmly against the top of his wrist, the heat was almost to much to bear, but he kept it there out of spite, out of his hatred for Verstael, for the Empire, for the MTs - EVERYTHING.When Prompto finally pulled away, there was a small, delirious chuckle that escaped him, almost yanked from his chest as he stared down at his glistening, pulsing skin, “Branded for life -” His voice was broken, shattered with pain of the situation, of the horrible reality of his life in this moment. So he sat there, staring at it for several moments, his chest heaving with each breath, attempting to come to grips with what he had just done to himself.By the time Aranea showed up, he had curled up on himself, sleeve pulled down over his BRAND, over his burn. He’d torn a part of the shirt underneath his jacket to wrap around the wound so it wouldn’t get infected, but nothing further. He couldn’t feel the armiger, couldn’t call upon Noct’s pistol, so he had no access to potions - and when one was offered by his companion, he told her to take it - he wasn’t injured in a way that could be healed.
Personal Information:
Name: Serah Farron
Gender: Female
Age: (pre-time skip) 21 (post-time skip) 26
Height: 164 cm (5′4″)
Crest: Crest of Etro
↳ A Crest long lost to history. Occasionally allows bearer to have insight to the future.
Class: Commoner → Monk → Mage → Warlock → Mortal Savant
Affiliation: Church of Seiros
Status: Professor at the Officer’s Academy
Personal History:
Imperial year 1157 - Serah was the second born daughter to Farron Family in the Leicester Alliance near Derdriu.
Imperial year 1169 - Serah and Claire lost their parents to a unknown plague.
Imperial year 1175 - Serah ventures to Garreg Mach Monastery to learn the Goddess’ teachings.
Imperial year 1180 - Serah serves as a teacher at Garreg Mach who specializes in Reason and Faith as well as the teachings of History.Interests:
- Learning about history and the meaning behind her visions.
- Sending letters to her sister; Lightning.Likes: Playing and feeding the stray animals around Garreg Mach, teaching, praying, cooking and her sister; Lightning.Dislikes: Ignorance, laziness and forcing one’s beliefs on others.Important Notes:
→ The Crest of Etro is a crest long lost to time and hasn’t been heard about in centuries, when Serah first became aware of her crest, she first saw the death of her and Lightning’s parents. After that, she saw a vision of a mysterious person at Garreg Mach Monastery who would hold great importance - this person being Byleth.
↳ It is said, in history, that the bearers of the Crest of Etro are said to be Seeress’ who hold grave importance to the Goddess Sothis and are allies of great importance.
