✩ ˖ ˚ WARRIOR.

                 a curl at his lips, a furrow in his brow. arms are crossed & eyes have no where to view, save for the thoughts that create their own whirling storm within his mind. there is something he doesn’t understand, something he doesn’t quite grasp. it is supposed that when you bear a question, it should be voiced, asked, & yet there’s some tinge of embarrassment that would become him, were he to give in to such humble approach. however humble he may be, there is still pride in even his lacking of knowledge. the school’s shift of atmosphere has certainly put him on edge. strangers, conversations, activities -- the only familiarity he knew was the timeliness of scheduled events & classes. 

                     ❝    So, you are Ashe, yes ? Um . . .  

                                 Please, would you mind explaining some things to me ? ❞

name: marth lowell 

age: 17 pre time skip, 22 post 

class: blue lions 

background: lived a noble's life, the prince of altea, until gra, allied with the empire, attacked his nation and murdered his father (who was in the front lines) in battle. marth has always been a pacifist, someone who wishes peace over war and cannot stand the stench of death. naive and torn, he fights to fight no more, but despite this, he is very hesitant toward edelgard as he knows shes the heir to the adrestian empire. anyways, this all happened relatively recently and his kingdom was essentially dominated and eradicated so he unwillingly fled, by his sister’s command & jagen’s force, to join the officer's academy for safety (contrary to canon where he goes to talys and lives w caedas family). i’d also like to keep the event in which marth loses a close ally (i chose frey) to act as a decoy in their escape and disappear under the surmise of what marth believes to be death.

class: swordmaster

excels in: sword A+, authority B

likes: reading, animals, friends and comrades

dislikes: fighting, spicy food, sleeping

                  hand settles upon an open shoulder & he can feel the coldness from beneath his leathered touch. illness has a hold of her wobbly legs that she tries too hard to hide & paleness captures her face, only visible in the light from the lake - embraced sky. concern becomes of his features, & his eyes dull with sympathy. she is over working herself for the sanctity of the people. again & again -- it seems it goes unnoticed by many.

                      ❝    Please, Azura  .  .  .  Do rest if you must. 

                   scalding sky greets his cheeks with sunlit force & he squints toward the light in a realm that has slowly earned his familiarity. the people, the sights -- they’re becoming not so new anymore. his hands stretch out and he can feel the warmth draw moisture from his gloved palms. it’s nice to feel the wind against the bare spaces of his arms. eyes glance to kamui & remain for a moment. silence. not awkward, not unsettling  .  .  .  just understanding. 

                       ❝    Kamui  .  .  .  I’m sure you’ve heard of my ideals. 

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍