MAJOR K.P. HOB

𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁 𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙒𝘼𝙍𝘿. independent & selective rp blog for CAPTAIN / MAJOR K.P. HOB of dimension 20's A COURT OF FEY & FLOWERS. written by ash / they them / 25+. no knowledge of the lore required. verses include modern, h.ouse of the d.ragon, general fantasy, b.ridegrton, and more. CARRD. MEMES.

he doesn't want to seem too eager. that may come off in a negative way in their current situation. a situation that was unsure and dangerous, one that even her organization needed help with. secretly, hob felt lucky, being called onto such a mission. he missed having a purpose - at least when he was a part of the military, he felt useful; like he had something to offer to the world; like he could actually help those who needed it. ever since returning home, knick felt as if he was missing something. now that he was here, with lily and the bprd, maybe he could get that something back. 'i'm more than happy to help in any way i can,' kp states plainly, keeping the keenness from his voice. 'if i can be of use to you, i will be,' @bladedflower.

knickolas always had an unwavering sense of loyalty. he took servitude too far, always found someone who he would die or kill for, happily. it's not exactly his fault, not when he's been told all of his life that he was a better instrument than a person. centuries spent proving himself, and still he was here, serving those that did not appreciate it. jennifer was different. she rewarded knickolas for his hard work, which gave him a sense of pride he'd never felt before. protectiveness was an understatement when it came to how he felt for her. there was nothing he wouldn't do to keep her safe, or happy, or satisfied. which is why when he looks at her now, there is anything but reluctance on his features. 'if you want me to go with you, know that that isn't an ask,' grin pulls at the corner of hob's mouth. 'i am always happy to be by your side,' @devilscheck.

knickolas will admit that he still has much to learn in his life. as a decorated military captain, he is an expert in arms, a top notch strategist, and an unwavering leader. there is no one who has bested him in combat, no one who could match him in wit when it came to matters of the battlefield. but it is in the ways of the heart that hob always falls short.

rue stands in front of him now, inquiring about a correspondence that he has not remembrance of. he cannot understand why they continue to goad him after admitting to being the one to ruin, not only the engagement between grabalba and apollo, but in turn, the alliance between his court and theirs, as well. and now, to confess their love for him? why continue the lie? why get his hopes up, when he cannot tell what is true and what is false ( when he knows he is not worthy of that love )? furry brows furrow at rue, hob ignoring the trilling in his ear for now, unwilling to drop this conversation where it stands. 'to what missive or epistle do you now refer?' hob's voice nearly sounds desperate as he asks this of rue, hoping for, if nothing else, clarification. 'you have never spoken to me of any letter, nor have i received one. i speak the truth, and now i ask you to do the same,' he thought he deserved that much. @ephemaera.

main verse, split into 3 parts.  pre canon:  hob is the captain of the goblin king's military. he was recruited at a young age and fulfilled the only purpose he has ever known: serving others.  canon:  captain hob is attending the social even of the season - the bloom - to uncover who sabotaged the political marriage between the goblin's viscountess grabalba and prince apollo of the court of wonder.  post canon:  no longer a captain or part of the goblin court, knickolas has to reacclimate to the world. now a member of the remade court of craft, alongside his new friends, kp tries to settle into civilian life, learning more about himself in the process.

modern verse. knickolas hob is honorably discharged from the us military after sustaining an injury to his left knee. afterward, kp is searching for his next purpose, and is feeling somewhat aimless while doing so. (  can include kp as private security, secret service, or a government agent as post military occupations. )

supernatural verse. knickolas was born in hell with the other hell hounds. the runt of the litter, kp spent the majority of his time trying to prove himself, and eventually doing so by pledging to protect the devil, himself. he was sent up to the surface to complete a mission, and has vowed to complete it, even if he ends up dead. ( good for s.upernatural / paranormal / suburban magic plots and muses. )

hotd verse. ser knickolas moved up from being a soldier, to a knight of the kingsguard, sworn to protect and serve the crown. with this oath, however, knickolas finds himself in between two houses, knowing he will need to return to the battlefield as an impending civil war hangs over their heads. (  knickolas can be serving either / any house in this verse, depending on the plot. he tends to have a protective spirit over any children involved in the oncoming war. )

b.ridgerton verse. captain knickolas hob finds himself returning from duty, attending the ton's seasonal event along with his brothers in arms. as not a particularly sociable fellow, hob tends to stand on the sidelines, unsure of how to make connections as others around him seem to do so easily. he doesn't intend to find love, but there is always a surprise waiting for the ton's guests as the season goes on.

fantasy high verse. having retried from the military as a decorated war vet, kp finds himself unable to relax, still wanting to fulfill a purpose. thus, he accepts a position as the fighting teacher at aguefort academy, showing students how to use specific weapons as an extra curricular class, as well. kp enjoys working with the kids, and in return for his teachings, learns to lighten up a bit and enjoy life for what it is.

JENNIFER CHECK: YOU'RE SMIRKING AGAIN.

the hound straightens, clearing his throat as he purposefully wipes the smirk from his lips. 'apologies. you just . . . impress me, that's all,' kp moves to clasp his hands behind his back, though when he glances down at the demon, lips tilt a bit back up at the corners. 'if my smirking offends you, though, i will try my best to keep it to myself. it'll be hard, but for you, i'll try,' @devilscheck.

CAROL DANVERS: 'YOU CAN'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS.' THE PRINCESS STANDS STEADFAST, UNABASHED, THE SURPRISINGLY HEAVY WOODEN SWORD ON FULL DISPLAY AT HER SIDE. SHE HAD BEEN COMING TO THIS FOREST CLEARING TO PRACTICE SWORD-FIGHTING IN SECRET FOR MONTHS NOW, NEVER BEFORE DISTURBED, BUT AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT… CAPTAIN HOB HAD CAUGHT HER UNAWARES TODAY. THE CORNERS OF HER BLUE EYES SOFTEN SLIGHTLY AS SHE ADDS, 'PLEASE.'

as the adopted captain of solis's royal guard, hob sometimes felt as if he wasn't doing a great job at keeping track of carol. there were plenty of moments where she was adamant that she did not need to be watched, and though knickolas was more than accommodating in giving her her privacy, he had been told not to leave her unattended for extended periods of time. whether the king feared for his daughter's safety, or he was simply a controlling man, was information kp wasn't yet privy to. this afternoon, he had allowed the princess some time to herself, but she had been missing for over an hour, and hob was beginning to think he had lost her, altogether. after wandering the castle grounds, ears began to twitch toward the sounds of quiet mutters, labored breathing, and the sound of wood on wood.

finding carol in a clearing, wielding a fake sword, is not that knickolas thought he would find, there. he was surprised, but relieved that she remained upright. her words cause hob's brow to furrow. he wasn't exactly an expert at keeping secrets, but she was entrusting him not to tell her family, the court, about what he had seen here today. 'of course not, your majesty,' head bows a bit, hands resting behind his back as he glances from carol to the wooden blade in her hands. 'i hadn't realized you were interested in combat, my lady. nor did i believe it to be forbidden to you . . . how long have you been escaping into the forest here?' @warbyrds.

EDITH CUSHING: YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS LIKE TO HAVE ONE’S ENTIRE LIFE REDUCED TO A SINGLE MOMENT.

'no. i cannot say that i do,' in an attempt to relate to the woman sitting next to him, if seems that kp has offended her in a way that he hoped he would not. as someone of his species, it was sometimes hard for him to empathize, if only because he had not been taught how to do so. many wrong words escape his mouth at times when he cannot stop them coming. but the years have brought him some wisdom, and many friends, thus giving him a better opportunity to practice the way in which he speaks to those who needed any semblance of comfort. 'but my life is based on many moments seemingly pressed together into one large remembrance, that others enjoy . . . prodding at, and changing until it is no longer my own,' hob takes a breath, glancing out across the garden they sat in, frosted from the cold, flowers withered beneath the ice and snow. when he looks at edith, his features contort into sympathy, and understanding. 'we musn't let these moments define us. whether it be all or only one — we decide who we are, not those around us,' @frightes.

there have been murmurings of this warlock throughout the areas captain hob has travelled for his military duty, though he could never be sure what was true and what was false amongst those in his presence. a magic man who used the powers of darkness, who caused trouble and killed, even when it wasn't necessary; something that goes against everything knickolas has stood for, as an noble army man. his mind hadn't drifted to the warlock in some time, nor did hob ever suspect that he would cross paths with him, but here they stood. antonin finds himself in the lands of the goblin court, and captain hob has to wonder why he's there. for some sort of unsavory business, no doubt. but kp keeps the air of civility about him as he greets the man with a bow of his head. 'your reputation precedes you, mister dolahev. what brings you?' @frightes.

IDILIA: I WILL RIDE WITH YOU.

the offer ( was it an offer, or a finality? ) surprises captain hob, ears swiveling in idilia's direction as the words escape her lips. he hadn't ridden with anyone besides those that served under him in... well, he wasn't sure that had ever been something he's done. as someone at his status, the captain hadn't expected someone at idilia's own to make such a blunt proposal, but he did not intend on denying her this option, if it truly was what she wanted. 'are you quite sure, my lady? i would never venture to dissuade you, or change your mind. i only ask because the journey is a somewhat... perilous. you would be safer in the confines of a carriage,' ultimately, it was up to her, and he would adjust accordingly. @fablelike.