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Name/Handle: Sylvia “Syl” Viridian
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Reference: Saffy
Other characters: None currently
IN-CHARACTER:
Character name: Libra
Character journal:hollowedfaith
Series name: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Canon notes:
Canon point: post-game
Marriage state: Unmarried
Robin gender: Female
Chrom marriage: Robin
Ending: Grima killed
Class: War Monk
DLC: Scramble maps only, no Spotpass characters
Species: Human
History: cw for child abuse, religious abuse
Libra was born into an abusive home. His parents, for reasons unknown, believed that he was possessed by demons, and treated him harshly in response. Eventually they decided they no longer wished to deal with him at all, and simply abandoned him - he still bears a scar on the back of his neck from where his mother struck him to force him to let go of her.
The next several years of his life were even worse than the early ones. Alone in the world, with nothing to live for but too frightened to die, he found himself fighting for the barest scraps he needed to survive. He's not sure exactly how long he lived that way before the Church found him and took him in. A charity case to start with, Libra took to the Church's teachings well, especially once he realized that none of them seemed to share his parents' fear of demons - not that he told them about that part of his childhood directly. Rather than moving out when he came of age, he took orders and remained in the Church as an adult.
Living as a man of faith in the holy kingdom of Ylisse should have been the happy ending he'd earned by surviving this long. But despite being among the faithful, Libra became increasingly aware of hypocrisies and prejudices, both in the Church and in the citizens who claimed to worship the Divine Dragon. Privately, he began to harbor doubts about whether being faithful was itself enough to make one a good person. Still, his life was more comfortable than it had ever been, and he did his best to show gratitude for his good fortune and share the Church's blessings with others.
The order he'd joined were a group of holy warriors, battlefield healers and fighters in the name of faith, many of them veterans of the holy war against Plegia which had been waged by the previous Exalt; as such, Libra's education also included both healing arts and combat. Then came the fateful day when the new Exalt, Emmeryn, was kidnapped by Gangrel, the king of Plegia, who was driven mad with resentment of the state his country had been left in after Ylisse’s crusade in the previous generation. As soon as word reached their order that Emmeryn was in danger, there was no question as to what the proper course of action was: they packed their bags, grabbed their weapons, and set out as a fighting force into Plegian territory, to rescue the Exalt or die trying.
As it happened, the Plegians were riled up and out in force, and 'die trying' was the order of the day. Out of all his companions, Libra was the only one who even made it within sight of the spectacle that Gangrel was making out of Emmeryn's impending execution, and he was too late to save her from her decision to sacrifice herself for the sake of family and country. He joined forces with her brother Chrom and the Shepherds of Ylisse for the remainder of their quest, as Chrom was the proper heir to the throne and a worthy bearer of Emmeryn's legacy. After a desperate flight from the trap Gangrel had nearly snapped shut around them, the Shepherds retreated, then regrouped for a final battle. Gangrel was slain and his army routed at last, and with Emmeryn avenged, the country finally knew peace.
Libra spent the next two years sorting out the abbey, sending word to relatives of his friends and mentors to notify them of what had happened, and clearing out personal belongings of the deceased. When the call came that Ylisse was in danger once again and the Shepherds were being rallied, he joined them again with little hesitation. The path they wound across two continents was long and harrowing, bringing them closer to legends both good and evil than he could ever have anticipated. The Shepherds found themselves drawn into an ultimate conflict between the fell dragon Grima and the divine dragon Naga, the very one Libra had grown up worshipping, meeting first with the manakete who was designated as Naga’s Voice, and then eventually even glimpsing the Divine Dragon herself. Finally, with great sacrifice and after a truly epic battle, Grima was defeated once and for all.
With the world saved, Libra has returned to the abbey where he was brought up, now cold and empty in the absence of those who taught him, and was drawing up plans to turn it into an orphanage before he was brought to the Fleet instead.
Personality: Libra is a quiet, kind man, always willing to lend a listening ear or a helping hand to those who need one. He leans on his religion to bring him through hard times, and lives by its precepts of compassion and service to others as much as anyone could ask, always seeking out troubled souls along the road and doing his best to ease their burdens. The very picture of devotion, he embodies his faith and almost never so much as raises his voice in anger.
In fact, he’s molded his outward personality to that of a perfect holy man because of deep insecurities regarding both his own identity and others’ ability to stand beside him. With his rough upbringing, he has a hard time actually trusting anyone besides himself: no matter how well-meaning they seem, he can’t help imagining them faltering or turning away from him just when he needs them the most, or else earning his trust only to start abusing it. He wonders often whether he’s truly where he’s meant to be, or if he’s just fooled himself into being happy with the only real opportunity he was ever given to get away from the suffering of his past. He genuinely wants to help people, but there’s a hollowness to his heart that says there’s something else he’s looking for, and it frightens him - both the idea that he could be missing out on something better, and the idea that perhaps his parents were right, and there’s some incurable darkness at the core of his soul.
And there is a deep darkness there, one he’s buried and locked away for so long he’s barely aware it exists: anger, hatred, and bitter resentment, mostly toward his parents for the way they treated an innocent child who could not have known better, who only wanted to please and to be loved by them. It spills outward to anyone who seems like them, to the abusive or hypocritical, to the people who ignore suffering all around them or blame victims for their own pain. Harnessing the edges of this is what allows him to swing an axe in battle, defending innocents by killing those who would abuse them; but aside from that, he prefers to pretend he doesn’t have these feelings at all. Even someone who knows him well might be surprised to learn of them.
But despite the mistrust under his surface, and the anger burning at his core where he can’t acknowledge it, Libra truly believes that everyone who seeks forgiveness should have the chance to earn it, and that everyone is deserving of compassion and dignity, no matter how far they may have fallen. Though he may be too tainted himself to deliver anything like absolution to the guilty, at the very least he can feed the hungry and listen to the silenced, doing everything in his power to bring gentleness and healing into a world whose harshness he knows too well.
Abilities: Libra is capable of using all three varieties of magic found in his canon: healing, anima, and dark magics. However, all three of them must be channeled through a tome or staff to be effective on anyone but the caster, and he’s only actually trained in healing. He can heal his own wounds if given a moment to focus (he has the Renewal skill equipped), and can probably soothe bruises or minor cuts on someone else without the use of a staff, but anything else would need some kind of spell focus to make it work, and he’d need long-term training or a particular kind of magic item to learn offensive magic.
Augment Skillset: Lab Support
Sample:
Libra is still deeply unsettled by the entire situation he’s found himself in. He’s done his fair share of traveling, but space is so new, and even with the augment the increased level of technology takes a bit of adjusting to. In fact, the augment itself takes a bit of adjusting to: he keeps glancing at a screen as if it’s normal, then feeling incredibly strange about finding it normal, and overall the experience has left him a bit disjointed from reality for the week or so that he’s been here.
But if technology has changed the world, it hasn’t changed people: some of them may be odd colors, or look a bit like taguel species he’s never had the chance to encounter, but they have the same kind of attitudes and problems that he’s always known people to have, and that’s reassuring. So today, he’s going around one of the space stations, looking for...well, not trouble, per se, but people who look like they could use help. A healer, a listening ear...a strong arm to drive away muggers...whatever’s needed.
Someone bumps into him in a narrow corridor, and apologizes briefly with a “Sorry, ma’am.” He sighs. Yes, some things are the same everywhere.
Name/Handle: Sylvia “Syl” Viridian
Contact:
Reference: Saffy
Other characters: None currently
IN-CHARACTER:
Character name: Libra
Character journal:
hollowedfaithSeries name: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Canon notes:
Canon point: post-game
Marriage state: Unmarried
Robin gender: Female
Chrom marriage: Robin
Ending: Grima killed
Class: War Monk
DLC: Scramble maps only, no Spotpass characters
Species: Human
History: cw for child abuse, religious abuse
Libra was born into an abusive home. His parents, for reasons unknown, believed that he was possessed by demons, and treated him harshly in response. Eventually they decided they no longer wished to deal with him at all, and simply abandoned him - he still bears a scar on the back of his neck from where his mother struck him to force him to let go of her.
The next several years of his life were even worse than the early ones. Alone in the world, with nothing to live for but too frightened to die, he found himself fighting for the barest scraps he needed to survive. He's not sure exactly how long he lived that way before the Church found him and took him in. A charity case to start with, Libra took to the Church's teachings well, especially once he realized that none of them seemed to share his parents' fear of demons - not that he told them about that part of his childhood directly. Rather than moving out when he came of age, he took orders and remained in the Church as an adult.
Living as a man of faith in the holy kingdom of Ylisse should have been the happy ending he'd earned by surviving this long. But despite being among the faithful, Libra became increasingly aware of hypocrisies and prejudices, both in the Church and in the citizens who claimed to worship the Divine Dragon. Privately, he began to harbor doubts about whether being faithful was itself enough to make one a good person. Still, his life was more comfortable than it had ever been, and he did his best to show gratitude for his good fortune and share the Church's blessings with others.
The order he'd joined were a group of holy warriors, battlefield healers and fighters in the name of faith, many of them veterans of the holy war against Plegia which had been waged by the previous Exalt; as such, Libra's education also included both healing arts and combat. Then came the fateful day when the new Exalt, Emmeryn, was kidnapped by Gangrel, the king of Plegia, who was driven mad with resentment of the state his country had been left in after Ylisse’s crusade in the previous generation. As soon as word reached their order that Emmeryn was in danger, there was no question as to what the proper course of action was: they packed their bags, grabbed their weapons, and set out as a fighting force into Plegian territory, to rescue the Exalt or die trying.
As it happened, the Plegians were riled up and out in force, and 'die trying' was the order of the day. Out of all his companions, Libra was the only one who even made it within sight of the spectacle that Gangrel was making out of Emmeryn's impending execution, and he was too late to save her from her decision to sacrifice herself for the sake of family and country. He joined forces with her brother Chrom and the Shepherds of Ylisse for the remainder of their quest, as Chrom was the proper heir to the throne and a worthy bearer of Emmeryn's legacy. After a desperate flight from the trap Gangrel had nearly snapped shut around them, the Shepherds retreated, then regrouped for a final battle. Gangrel was slain and his army routed at last, and with Emmeryn avenged, the country finally knew peace.
Libra spent the next two years sorting out the abbey, sending word to relatives of his friends and mentors to notify them of what had happened, and clearing out personal belongings of the deceased. When the call came that Ylisse was in danger once again and the Shepherds were being rallied, he joined them again with little hesitation. The path they wound across two continents was long and harrowing, bringing them closer to legends both good and evil than he could ever have anticipated. The Shepherds found themselves drawn into an ultimate conflict between the fell dragon Grima and the divine dragon Naga, the very one Libra had grown up worshipping, meeting first with the manakete who was designated as Naga’s Voice, and then eventually even glimpsing the Divine Dragon herself. Finally, with great sacrifice and after a truly epic battle, Grima was defeated once and for all.
With the world saved, Libra has returned to the abbey where he was brought up, now cold and empty in the absence of those who taught him, and was drawing up plans to turn it into an orphanage before he was brought to the Fleet instead.
Personality: Libra is a quiet, kind man, always willing to lend a listening ear or a helping hand to those who need one. He leans on his religion to bring him through hard times, and lives by its precepts of compassion and service to others as much as anyone could ask, always seeking out troubled souls along the road and doing his best to ease their burdens. The very picture of devotion, he embodies his faith and almost never so much as raises his voice in anger.
In fact, he’s molded his outward personality to that of a perfect holy man because of deep insecurities regarding both his own identity and others’ ability to stand beside him. With his rough upbringing, he has a hard time actually trusting anyone besides himself: no matter how well-meaning they seem, he can’t help imagining them faltering or turning away from him just when he needs them the most, or else earning his trust only to start abusing it. He wonders often whether he’s truly where he’s meant to be, or if he’s just fooled himself into being happy with the only real opportunity he was ever given to get away from the suffering of his past. He genuinely wants to help people, but there’s a hollowness to his heart that says there’s something else he’s looking for, and it frightens him - both the idea that he could be missing out on something better, and the idea that perhaps his parents were right, and there’s some incurable darkness at the core of his soul.
And there is a deep darkness there, one he’s buried and locked away for so long he’s barely aware it exists: anger, hatred, and bitter resentment, mostly toward his parents for the way they treated an innocent child who could not have known better, who only wanted to please and to be loved by them. It spills outward to anyone who seems like them, to the abusive or hypocritical, to the people who ignore suffering all around them or blame victims for their own pain. Harnessing the edges of this is what allows him to swing an axe in battle, defending innocents by killing those who would abuse them; but aside from that, he prefers to pretend he doesn’t have these feelings at all. Even someone who knows him well might be surprised to learn of them.
But despite the mistrust under his surface, and the anger burning at his core where he can’t acknowledge it, Libra truly believes that everyone who seeks forgiveness should have the chance to earn it, and that everyone is deserving of compassion and dignity, no matter how far they may have fallen. Though he may be too tainted himself to deliver anything like absolution to the guilty, at the very least he can feed the hungry and listen to the silenced, doing everything in his power to bring gentleness and healing into a world whose harshness he knows too well.
Abilities: Libra is capable of using all three varieties of magic found in his canon: healing, anima, and dark magics. However, all three of them must be channeled through a tome or staff to be effective on anyone but the caster, and he’s only actually trained in healing. He can heal his own wounds if given a moment to focus (he has the Renewal skill equipped), and can probably soothe bruises or minor cuts on someone else without the use of a staff, but anything else would need some kind of spell focus to make it work, and he’d need long-term training or a particular kind of magic item to learn offensive magic.
Augment Skillset: Lab Support
Sample:
Libra is still deeply unsettled by the entire situation he’s found himself in. He’s done his fair share of traveling, but space is so new, and even with the augment the increased level of technology takes a bit of adjusting to. In fact, the augment itself takes a bit of adjusting to: he keeps glancing at a screen as if it’s normal, then feeling incredibly strange about finding it normal, and overall the experience has left him a bit disjointed from reality for the week or so that he’s been here.
But if technology has changed the world, it hasn’t changed people: some of them may be odd colors, or look a bit like taguel species he’s never had the chance to encounter, but they have the same kind of attitudes and problems that he’s always known people to have, and that’s reassuring. So today, he’s going around one of the space stations, looking for...well, not trouble, per se, but people who look like they could use help. A healer, a listening ear...a strong arm to drive away muggers...whatever’s needed.
Someone bumps into him in a narrow corridor, and apologizes briefly with a “Sorry, ma’am.” He sighs. Yes, some things are the same everywhere.
