Scion of Legend

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A familiar face. Highly unexpected.

“Eternal Chasity?!”

Wait, that wasn’t it.

avengermode’s Owain is so in character sometimes I wonder if it’s the character himself! Along with being able to go from silly scenarios to deadly serious ones depending on the thread, his mun has such a great grasp on his character and mannerisms that I can actually hear Owain’s voice when we RP.

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I’d like to thank all of my followers for sticking with me to make it so I reach that far, I’m not sure if I’m the best Inigo in the world, but I’m glad you guys are here to watch me roleplay as him. Like any human being, I hold biases toward particular people. It’s been 900 followers since I made my last follow forever, but y’know. Whatever. First, I’ll just ramble about my close friends. I’ll try my best to tag all of your urls, but I can’t guarantee it. especially u, meme dad. This got ridiculously long, so under the cut it goes!

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She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing wrong, but she held the sword out to him. “I was simply cleaning them! I think… unless I’m doing this very wrong…”

Overlooking the sword carefully, she couldn’t tell what was wrong with it, but… Owain clearly thought something was. It certainly seemed clean enough… though, swords weren’t the type of weapon she tended to use. Perhaps it was wrong to assume the blade was the same with lances and swords…

He was horrified to say the least. As a man of the sword, the myrmidon lived and breathed to take adequate care of his weapon and make sure it would last him through combat for many years to come. He was one of the best maintenance people in the entire camp and prided himself with that title.

        ;; Yellow eyes glanced upon the silver blade, watching the light reflect off it’s surface and onto the surroundings. He playfully stood there, ideas running through that maniacal mind of his; overly acting by tapping his chin. 

“Depending on your answer, I may have to take action accordingly. You have been warned.“ 

         ;; “Oh, is that so? I feel so scared.”  He replied in a mocking tone. And just like that he moved with inhuman speed, snapping up his mother and appearing right where he stood before; while holding a knife up to her neck. “And….what were you warning me of? Hm?”

         ;; He laughed as he pressed the knife closer, expecting her to make some sort of noise while being careful not to hurt her seriously; cause he didn’t plan to hurt her now…no…he had a better idea for her;  l a t e r.

Swallowing hard, she watched as Owain raised her sword and pointed it unwaveringly at the lunatic before them, a part of her impressed at how suddenly her son dropped the dramatics and turned as serious as his uncle or his father when the situation called for it. Taking a breath as Owain threatened the boy, Lissa suppressed another shiver of fear as he seemed to simply laugh off her son’s warning, as though Owain was still messing around.

“Oh, is that so? I feel so scared.”

Suddenly, he moved like a blur and before Lissa or Owain could even blink, a scream of fear was ripped from her throat as she was seized without warning, her staff falling from limp fingers and clattering away from them. Shaking, Lissa stared up at her captor with wide eyes, letting out a strangled cry and shutting her eyes as the knife suddenly made a re-appearance, pressing against her throat.

‘Oh gods….’

She was trapped, with a blade against her throat and being used as leverage against her own son, her own son who who wore an expression that was a mix of terror and fury. Hissing as the blade pressed even closer against her skin, Lissa forced her eyes open again to look at Owain, swallowing as best she could without nicking herself.

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not in this city that was famous for its peace and love. He liked to pretend he had grown stronger. That he was a hero now who could handle everything and everyone that got in his way. But in reality he was still the same powerless boy who had watched on the sidelines back then.

What sort of royal was this powerless? If it had been Lucina, surely she would have thought of something. But Owain couldn’t.

In fact very little thought ran through his mind as he rushed forward with a roar and swung down his sharpened blade at that wretched hand clutching his mother.

[Yet another somewhat familiar face from his stay with the Shepherds. He remembered the people coming from the future to be claiming to be children of many of them so he was at least a bit acquainted to them although he barely knew them but this was perhaps one of the hardest to forget with his unique way to speak and a personality that even Henry had a little trouble keeping up with.]

Hello! How’s that hand of yours doing? Still having “hunger” issues?~