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          Normally, the young dancer wouldn’t mind rain- He’d grown so used to it in the ruins of Ylisse, that he hardly even noticed it, yet, at sea it’s a different experience.

          Tales of storms causing ships to be wrecked weren’t uncommon, and it was these exact thoughts that were stirring around in Laslow’s mind- just like the unpleasant gray clouds above him.

          Not just that, but the rain was... warm? Was this a common occurrence in this world? Warm rain? It just wasn’t right. 

           Still, as the waves grew to be more violent, and winds more aggressive, with a gentle blanket of mist falling over the seas, he couldn’t help but admire the view. Ylisse certainly didn’t hold the potential for any views like this, and he would never have dreamed of such a beautiful sight. If the ship held more privacy, he could break out into dance... but that would be rather embarrassing. 

          It was perhaps, apparent, that the young dancer had been lost in thoughts as he suddenly heard his name being called, although it sounded like it was from the other side of a large, empty tunnel, echoing around in his head until he listened more closely.

Laslow

          The voice would call one final time, finally catching his attention. Turning his head, he turned to see none other than his master’s youngest brother, Leo.

“--Ah, my apologies Lord Leo, the calamity of the waves is ironically calming to watch, I guess I must’ve zoned out there, huh?”

Name; Laslow Age; 19 Gender & Pronouns; Male He/Him Species; Human Sided With; Nohr

Backstory;

Born Inigo Ariera, into the Halidom of Ylisse, the son of Olivia, and Gaius (Played by @sugarthiieving​ in this verse), Inigo grew up in, at first, a peaceful childhood.

Though this peaceful childhood would not last. 

The tactician of the Shepherds, Robin, had been corrupted by Validar, and turned traitorous. Robin murdered Chrom, the leader of the Shepherds and Exalt of Ylisse, and sacrificed their body to become the Fell Dragon, Grima.

Grima soon murdered Olivia and Gaius, and set out on destroying Ylisse. 

Inigo’s childhood was now lost.

With the loss of his parents, the now orphaned, Inigo was forced to take up the sword, alongside 12 other children who had also faced a similar loss.

A plan was created, though it would take years to carry out. The children would recover the Fire Emblem, and her 5 Gemstones, and with Naga’s blessing, they would travel into the past to change fate.

In the past, they would have to wait 2 years in hiding, before their leader, Lucina, met up with her father, Chrom to recruit them all.

Fighting with the Shepherds, Inigo helped them to prevent Grima’s resurrection, and successfully changed fate. 

With his mission complete, and Olivia becoming pregnant, Inigo knew his home was not in this Ylisse- He had no home, not anymore, not after Grima had destroyed it.

Setting out for the outrealm gate with Severa and Owain, the trio adopted a disguise, and changed their very identities. No longer was he Inigo, a freckled, orange haired, knight of Ylisse. He was now Laslow of the Azure skies.

It wasn’t long before the trio made it into Nohrian waters, where they came across the Nohrian ship. They were taken in, and became retainers to three of the Nohrian royal siblings.

Laslow was assigned to Xander.

Now, he is a knight of Nohr, following the orders of Nohrian royalty. In his free time, he enjoys the view at sea, which has inspired many dances- famous among the Nohrians who haven’t seen such a unique dancing style before.

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          Now that Prince Xander had known about his true identity- That his name was Inigo not Laslow- He’d felt much more comfortable around him. Their relationship was a secret to everyone, but luckily no one noticed Laslow spending more time with Xander.

          Their afternoons were now filled with Xander asking Inigo about Ylisse whilst they worked. It didn’t really bother him too much, it helped him not to forget about his past, but sometimes there were hard questions, especially those about the diverted future that he grew up in, or about his family. Still, for Xander, he would put on a brave face and answer them.

           He was in a particularly good mood that afternoon, and once Xander had asked the next question, he replied with the shake of his head. Standing up calmly, he pushed Xander’s paperwork to the side, taking his hand. ‘And just what do you think you’re doing?’ He was asked with an authoritative and surprised tone. ‘We’re going to Ylisse, right now. I want you to see what it look like first hand!’ Xander was speechless for a moment, thrown back at the response. ‘But won’t they recognise you? You came here to avoid your younger  self, didn’t you?’ It was clear Xander had listened, and was concerned for Laslow, but he had a plan. ‘That’s why we’re going to back before Inigo goes back in time. That way, the Shepherds won’t even know who I am!’ A fool proof plan, and what could go wrong? When they met the younger version of him, they wouldn’t recognise him, as they didn’t. ‘And, there won’t be any Risen, so if we have any problems, it’ll just be those blasted bandits.’

          The questions continued as they headed towards the outrealm gate, Laslow answering each quickly. He was rather excited to return to Ylisse after all those years, even if he wouldn’t get to see his friends, or be with his family, it’d feel good being home.

               “I wouldn’t bet on it - I’ve picked up a                 few skills from Zero, after-all. Though,                 I suppose if I hurt you, Marx would be                 quite upset…”

               “If you don’t stop, you’ll be the one suffering                 in a minute. I’ll wipe that smile from your face.”

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“It’s nothing!”

          Laslow tried to brush off as he put his shirt on, covering his waist quickly by putting his belt around it. Prince Marx wanted to know about the scar, however, and was threatening to ban him from going into town if he didn’t answer… But what about all the cute girls?

           It was clear Marx knew it wasn’t a normal birth mark as the shape was much too complex for that. He knew the scar would mean nothing normally in Nohr, but he still tried his best to hide it. It held… Terrible meaning.

“It’s… Proof of my heritage.”

            He began, he might as well be truthful with Marx, after all, he deserved his respect and honesty.

“Well… A form of it. It originates from my homeland. It’s known as the mark of Grima.”

           Laslow paused to take his belt off, and lift his shirt up to allow Marx to examine it much closer. Luckily for him, the mark had been located on his hip, though it did mean he had to be careful with taking his shirt off. The mark had faded since Grima had been defeated and he’d left Ylisse, but it still held a clear shape. Robin, his father, had sacrificed himself to kill Grima, and whilst the blood in his veins now was useless, it was still poison.