IN NAGA'S NAME

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                                                   LIBRA’S KIDS ARE HIS LIFE.

I default to Libra’s single ending on this blog, but even then he winds up with far more children than anyone else in the army because he opens up an orphanage and just gathers up children post-war. Despite how disingenuous some of his behaviour is he never has to fake a smile for them; perhaps his most genuine acts of altruism throughout the game are whenever he’s shown making sweets for local village kids or sewing dolls for orphans. As uncomfortable as he is around other people it never extends to children, because in his eyes they’re still totally innocent and need to be protected and coddled. He’s motherly and overly doting and probably winds up spoiling any kids he winds up taking care of rotten, to the point where they can get a bit bratty because they know he’ll bend like a willow branch and give in without much resistance, and he wants to be — the kids at the orphanage even call him ‘Mother’, and he’s totally fine with it because that’s the type of role he wants to have with them.

If anyone in the army ever needs to travel and dump their kids somewhere, it’s usually at Libra’s orphanage until they can swing back by to pick them up. He’s one of the most reliable people in the army on top of all the other children there providing them with plenty of playmates, and he’s a literal saint. It’s something he’s happy to do if he’s ever asked.

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It’s a no on the instruments. In terms of worldly possessions Libra’s lacking, and he never bothered learning how to play a lyre or a lute or anything in the past because there simply wasn’t any need for him to learn how to do that sort of thing. When it comes to the arts he’s much more adept with painting or sketching than he is plucking at strings in any way that might make a pleasant sound, but even then he readily admits that his work is ‘lacking in spirit’, much like the rest of him. Singing, though, he can do.

If he ever actually does sing it’s mostly just hymns meant to accompany ceremonial dances, but he’s pretty talented with them. It’s the same deal as with his illustrations; he doesn’t give himself nearly as much credit as he’s due with it. He’s shown doing it at least once at the beginning of Olivia’s support:

Libra: In Naga’s name, we sing…Olivia: Oh! How lovely…Libra: Oh, excuse me. Olivia, isn’t it? Can I help you with something?Olivia: Oh, er, no. I was just passing by and saw you and well… Sorry to intrude.Libra: Not at all. I was just finishing.Olivia: I’m sorry, but were you dancing just now?Libra: I was, or at least I was attempting to. A professional like yourself must have got a good chuckle out of it.Olivia: No! Quite the opposite. I’ve just… I’ve never seen a dance like that before. The way you clutched at your chest and looked skyward was… Well, it was kind of amazing, to be honest.Libra: It is a devotional dance meant to serve as a prayer to the gods. I am at best a clumsy dancer, so I do not do it justice. However, it is a ritual that all the faithful learn at some point.Olivia: It was beautiful. Truly it was.Libra: To be praised by one of such divine talent is no small honor.Olivia: Er, would you mind terribly if I watched you again sometime? I mean, as long as it isn’t blasphemous or something…Libra: You would be welcome. Such praise is meant to be shared with all.Olivia: Oh, yay! Thank you!

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Muse name: Libra

Least favourite nickname: Daddy, Pops, Daddy-O, Old Man, Dad --- you can call him Father, but the second you start pulling any of this nonsense he’ll assume you’re just poking fun at him for being a priest. The exception is Gaius calling him ‘Padre’, but that’s only because he know Gaius just gives everyone nicknames

Least favourite color: He isn’t the biggest fan of green, but he likes all colours

Least favourite season: Winter

Least favourite weather: Snow. He was abandoned in the woods and grew up on his own outdoors; cold weather just brings back memories of difficult times trying to live being exposed to the elements

Least favourite—hot or cold: Cold

Least favourite holiday: Every holiday is something he enjoys, but probably either New Years’ or his birthday if that counts. New Years’ mostly because he’s stuck in a confessional all day having to listen to people tell him all about every horrendous mistake they’ve made throughout the year while they try clearing their consciouses for the new year. The things they say can get pretty wild 

Least favourite food: Red meat. He actually has no problem with the taste of it, but he grew up eating whatever he could find, and it’s hard to just find something like mutton; heavy food like red meat upsets his stomach

Least favourite flavor: Nothing. He’s the opposite of picky when it comes to food

Least favourite drink: Beer

Least favourite scent: Blood

Least favourite sound: Screaming, or the particular wet crack of an axe cleaving through someone’s head

Least favourite book: Anything explicit. Additionally, anything very esoteric; he learnt how to read at the convent, but it isn’t like he’s incredibly advanced or anything. If he has to stop every few minutes to try hunting down the definition of a word in a book he’d rather just put it down and move on to something else

Least favourite movie: Movies don’t exist in FE, it’s medieval. If they did though then probably any horror film. He doesn’t like blood and guts and gore

Least favourite tv show: Reality television

Least favourite school subject or area of study: Mathematics. He isn’t stupid by any means, but that doesn’t change the fact that he didn’t get any formal schooling until his priesthood. Memorising formulas isn’t exactly his idea of a swell time

Least favourite aspect of their job: Confessional. The last thing he wants to do is have to sit down and listen to a line of people go on about their drunken escapades while he nods along and tries offering them guidance

Least favourite fictional character: Anyone who is evil for the sake of being evil, or who doesn’t at least try to make an effort to redeem themselves

Least favourite person: His parents, probably. After that, probably Gangrel

Least favourite trait in others: To be unrepentant

Least favourite place: Deserts, tundra

Least favourite thing to talk about: Himself. Libra is much more keen on keeping quiet about himself and listening to other people talk about themselves instead

Least favourite thing about themselves: Everything?? His supports suggest he’s pretty hecking full of self-loathing

Least favourite sexual position: why are you asking a priest this

Least favourite daily chore: Morning prayer, actually. He’s got absolutely no qualms about praying --- he’s got the scabbiest knees in the army for a reason --- but dragging himself out of bed for it is something else

Least favourite style of clothing: Revealing. He won’t reclass to Dark Mage unless Robin forces him to, and when he does you can bet he’ll despise having to parade around in that mesh-body-suit-with-cape getup the entire time

Least favourite activity: Fighting in war, actually. Even if he actively volunteers for it

Least favourite superpower: Mind control

Least favourite thing about humanity in general: Everything. He tells Maribelle in their supports that she ‘restores his faith in humanity’, which means he’d previously lost it for a reason

Least favourite thing about being in love: How you can’t really control it happening

Least favourite thing about death: Leaving things unfinished, the abruptness of it all, how many hearts it breaks in its wake

                            Incredibly boring!  Libra’s words drew a sharp crow of laughter from Henry, and he mimicked the priest’s action, turning in the same direction, walking in the same direction.  In comparison, Henry’s steps were a cheerful march, legs kicking out playfully as he continued.

                            He folded his hands behind his back, watching Libra carefully.

                            ❝ Who said I thought it was boring talking to you?  I would’ve just walked off by now!  Nya ha ha!  Aren’t you having a fun time? ❞  It was a pointed question.  Henry could tell easily the answer was no.  If Libra wanted him gone, Libra would have to say so directly.  …Of course, that wouldn’t happen, would it?

                            He laughed again, loud and almost boisterous, a sharp bark.  ❝ If I wanted to attend one of your sermons, don’t you think I just… would?  Nya ha!  You’re so silly!  Of course I’m not going to attend.  You know, this is like when people come up to the preacher after the preaching and ask their own questions about faith and introspection. ❞ Both words were given an emphasis, one of skepticism and mockery.

                            ❝ Except this way, I don’t have to wait in line and pretend like I actually wanna be there!  Ahaha!  So tell me, Father – ❞

                            He glared up at Libra, smirking knowingly.  ❝ How well has praying worked for you? ❞

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            Henry needed to open his eyes a mite wider if he seriously wanted to ask him whether he was having a fun time with him or not. The mage’s sarcasm was lost on him; Libra settled for ignoring the question and continuing onwards, perhaps picking up a bit of speed once he passed by the mess hall en route to his tent. He didn’t particularly appreciate the tone to the other man’s voice, the way that he made it all sound like a joke --- could he not process how rude he was being, or did he really just care so little about his feelings and opinions? He could deal with off-colour jokes and occasional harassment about his personality or his appearance, even, but spitting in the face of his faith and his beliefs bordered on the insufferable. The priest stiffened up at the sound of Henry dropping the word ‘Father’ ( that he should call him that mockingly, mocking every villager that ever deigned to listen to him or to ask him any of their genuine, serious inquiries... ) and finally stopped in his tracks, turning slowly back toward his fellow Shepherd with a pointedly forced smile. Henry was just trying to get under his skin, he reminded himself. Henry was just trying to get a rise out of him.

                             It was working. The blonde sucked in a breath and opted for putting out a polite façade, folding his hands neatly one over the other in front of him. If he wanted to be rude then that was perfectly fine; two could play the same game. He wanted to see him lose his temper? Libra would simply treat every inquiry of his as perfectly genuine, until he got bored and left him in peace.

            "... I fear I would be a sorry priest if I couldn’t say that prayer has worked wonders for me. I must say, this is a wonderful surprise, Henry --- I never would have imagined you as the type to want to talk about faith and --- what was it that you’d called it?? Introspection?? You say you would never attend one of my sermons, but your questions suggest quite the opposite. Prayer is meditative, my child,”

                    ( because if he could call him Father, then surely he had to return the favour ),

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            Post-dinner dish duty typically meant nothing but damp skin and pruny fingers. Washing the plates and bowls in the mess hall after meals had to be one of the priest’s favourite chores; he could lose himself to his thoughts whenever he did it, the monotony behind scrubbing an army’s worth of dishes alone in the tent almost meditative. No-one had to come and try to help him when the rest of the army already had their hands so full and he himself was so content doing it all on his own. Libra stood with his back to the entryway, the upper half of his vestments removed and set aside atop one of the already polished tables to keep the white fabric from getting sullied while he moved around shifting seats and bowls around. He could feel the dampness still clinging to the bare skin on the backs of his arms after he’d pulled his hands out of the water when he turned and spotted a flash of blue-green hair out of the corner of his eye.

                             Eirika.

            Her name --- Princess Eirika of... Grado? No, of Renais? The name of her nation was lost on him ( his formal education had begun at the convent, after all, and had come to a violent end alongside his brothers and sisters of the cloth ), but her status as an einherjar and the fact that she was nobility was hard to miss. Libra pivoted on his heel and dipped forward in a swift bow, green eyes wide in muted surprise. It wasn’t every day that he got to get so close to one of the phantoms Robin and Chrom summoned.

hi does naga take unrepentant sinners

you ask this but you know libra would 100% try to be all ‘we can work through this you can repent and improve’ and try forgiving someone hecking irredeemable

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I'll make a bigger hc post on it later on my blog when I’m not literally in bed about to go the heck to sleep but libra's kindness isn't as genuine as it comes across as being

like he's definitely a kind person who genuinely wants to help people but a massive reason for him behaving the way he does is because he was accused of being inherently evil + possessed by his parents and figures if he's overwhelmingly good nobody can accuse him of being at all negative so a big chunk of his motivation to do good is to just. make it so that there's no way anybody can accuse him of being remotely bad, so he can 'prove them wrong' sort of. he cares a lot more about image than he lets on smh

mostly from stuff he says in some of his supports, especially with sully because when they talk it's like

Sully: Well, see, I'm not exactly the girly type, you know? I ask people to treat me the same as a man, and I don't let anything limit me as a knight. But talking to you the other day got me thinking that... I don't know. Maybe it's just time I accepted myself more for who and what I am. Libra: I fear I make a poor model for this question, Sully. You'd be better served by any number of others in our camp. Sully: What makes you say that? Libra: A man of the cloth should be a beacon of hope. A light in the darkness. He ought never let his smile falter, nor forget to treat all with warmth and respect. At the very least, that is the sort of man I aspire to be. Sully: That's exactly the sort of man you ARE, Libra. Libra: So you say. And yet, I cannot help but feel I'm merely skilled at playing such a figure. I worry that my entire person is an act. A hollow shell. Sully: Libra... Libra: I apologize. It was not my intent to burden you with my idle ramblings. Pray, forget it.

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            “Miwa?? No. In this howse we wuv and appweciate Naga. Aww othew gawds have no pwace in this—

            "... Don’t use Naga’s name in vain.”

          ❛ oh, no- i don’t think i could reach that far up! i think it’s a lot more romantic anyways, just kind of stumbling across it. though i guess it’s not a tradition that everyone really likes…still, i think it’s cute. and the plant is really charming by itself, don’t you think? ❜

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            "I agree. There’s something about wanting to display something green during a time of year when most of the plant life is dormant and associating it with love that is a little romantic, I suppose. If it isn’t a custom for everyone it’s certainly at least a plant that everyone can appreciate, I hope.”

wealth  —

$  financial.  //  wealthy  /  moderate /  poor  /  in poverty ✚  medical.  //  fit / moderate  /  sickly  /  disadvantaged  /  disabled  /  not applicable ✪  class.  //   upper  /  middle-working  /  poor  /  slave  /  unsure ✔  education.  //  qualified  /  unqualified /  studying  /  other ✖  criminal record.  //  yes, for major crimes  / yes, for minor crimes  /  no  / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet / granted amnesty

family  —

◒  children.  //  has one or more children /  has no children /  wants children  /  verse dependent ◑  relationship with family.  // close with sibling(s)  /  not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s)?  /  siblings are deceased ◔  affiliation.  //   orphaned  /  adopted  /  disowned  /  raised by birth parent(s)  /  not applicable ♡  romantic relationship.  // single / dating / engaged / married / it’s complicated

traits  +  tendencies  —

♦  extrovert // introvert // in between ♦  disorganized  // organized  // in between ♦  close-minded  // open-minded //   in between ♦  calm  // anxious //  in between ♦  disagreeable  //  agreeable //  in between ♦  cautious  // reckless  // in between ♦  patient  //  impatient  // in between ♦  outspoken  //  reserved  //  in between ♦  leader // follower  // in between ♦  empathetic //  indifferent  //  in between ♦  optimistic //  pessimistic  // in between ♦  traditional  //  modern //  in between ♦  hardworking  //  lazy  //  in between ♦  cultured  //  uncultured  //  in between ♦  loyal  //  disloyal  // in between ♦  faithful //  unfaithful  //  in between

beliefs  —

★  faith.  //  monotheist  / polytheist  /  atheist  / agnostic  / it’s complicated ☆  belief in ghosts or spirits.  //  yes  / no / don’t know /  don’t care ✮  belief in an afterlife.  //  yes  / no  / don’t know / don’t care ✯  belief in reincarnation.  // yes /  no / don’t know  / don’t care ❃  belief in aliens.  //  yes /  no  /  don’t know  /  don’t care ❀  philosophical.  //  yes  /  no  /  sometimes

sexuality & romantic inclination  —

❤  sexuality.   /  heterosexual /  homosexual  / bisexual  /  asexual  / demisexual  /  questioning ❥  sex.  //  sex repulsed  / sex neutral / sex favorable ♥  romance.  //  romance repulsed /  romance neutral /  romance favorable ❣  sexually.  //  adventurous  / experienced  / naive / inexperienced  /  curious  /  inhibited ⚧  potential sexual partners.  //  male /  female  /  other  /  none  /  all ⚧  potential romantic partners.  // male /  female /  other  /  none  /  all

abilities  —

☠  combat skills.  //  excellent  /  good  / moderate /  poor  /  none ≡  literacy skills.  //  excellent  /  good  /  moderate  /  poor  /  none ✍  artistic skills.  //  excellent /  good  /  moderate  / poor  /  none ✂  technical skills.  //  excellent  / good /  moderate  /  poor  /  none

habits  —