Hello! Cecilia is here, so here’s a few preliminary notes for her.
She’s from after the events of Binding Blade. If need be, I can speak with other FE6 muns and hash out how long after, but by default I’m going with about a year or so after Zephiel’s defeat. In the time since, she has continued on in her role as Mage General of Etruria, working to rebuild her country as well as providing assistance to others that were ravaged during the war.
Eventually, she is sent to other nations as a goodwill ambassador by the king of Etruria, to garner connections and foreign relations for the still rebuilding country. And so, Cecilia has come to Garreg Mach in that capacity, deciding to use her skills as a teacher while visiting.
With the intro out of the way, here are some other things to note:
She's a Black Eagles instructor with a focus on teaching Reason magic and Authority, so matters like politics, diplomacy, and tactics.
Since the artbook states that Erk is the Mage General that recommended Cecilia for the title, that’s what I generally like to go by in regards to who her mentor was (though I like to think she was fairly acquainted with Pent and the Reglays too). But since Erk’s endings are so variable in FE7, I’m happy to go with Pent for that instead, so as not to step on the toes of any potential Erk-muns.
That should be about it for now. I look forward to writing with you all and getting her going!
(Mun guidelines below the cut!)
Guidelines
Tagging & Posts
The only thing I would need tagged involves mentions of heavy drug use, but other than that, I’m good with whatever! And if you’d like ME to tag anything? Please let me know.
My post formatting is minimal at best. I use both small and regular text, depending on what my partner’s preference is. I’ll always be happy to match, for accessibility purposes.
Shipping
While I am not open to sexual NSFW on dash, if there is enough ooc comfort and communication, I am open to discussing and possibly writing it elsewhere. Possibly, lol.
For shipping, I am open to testing things with sufficient chemistry and ooc communication! I don't like to force ships, nor is romance a priority for me or this character.
Cecilia is open to both men and women (though her standards are QUITE high, regardless), and since she is 27, I would prefer any ship partners to be above the age of 18, and NOT of the student affiliation.
For any ask memes that involve shipping, I will always consider them AUs, unless stated otherwise.
Asks
Perfectly okay with unprompted asks! I only ask for your patience if it takes me a bit to respond to them. Life, and all.
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Years of entertaining socialites and attending all manner of banquets had equipped Cecilia well for navigating the game of social interaction. What expressions to wear, what words to say, how to affect the tone of one's voice just so, in order to elicit a certain emotion, or reaction.
And it is no different at this spritzy gala, as she arrives on an assignment to investigate the corrupt head of one of the nation's most influential companies, using her noble status and father's long history in business to secure an invitation.
Her companion, though lovely, provides the perfect distraction—her disarmingly bubbly nature was effective in drawing attention, with her ability to traverse the shadows being second to none.
When the party reaches its height of activity, Cecilia and Yunaka head out of the ballroom, in the hopes that they might find something incriminating in their snooping.
But Cecilia noticed the watchful servant before leaving the ballroom. And once their trek leads them to a moonlit balcony, Cecilia places a hand on the smaller woman's waist, gloved fingers slipping towards the small of her back as she pulls her close.
There's a brush of noses, and a slight huff of breath meant to convey hesitance, before she leans in and presses her lips to Yunaka's own. It stays as such for a while, long but chaste, so as not to break any further boundaries, and once Cecilia pulls away...
"My, didn't your parents teach you it was rude to stare? Can't two people steal off for an intimate moment?"
Emerald eyes land on the servant who had followed them, the man sputtering now that he was caught. After stammering something about wanting to see if they needed anything, he scurries back off to the ballroom.
She then turns to Yunaka, hand still rested comfortably on the woman's back. "Shall we? The night is still young, and there are many places to search."
inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear
A kiss on the cheek
A kiss on the nose
A kiss on the forehead
A kiss to the top of the head
A firm kiss
A gentle peck
A romantic kiss
A platonic kiss
A kiss to the eyelid
A kiss along the jawline
A kiss to the neck
A kiss along the collar bone
A kiss on the chest
A kiss to the stomach
A kiss along the hips
A kiss in the rain
An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss
A kiss while laughing
A kiss underwater
A rough kiss
WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
A french kiss/kiss with tongue
A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
A sleepy kiss
A kiss that's an accident
A kiss while one or both parties are crying
A kiss in greeting
A kiss in parting
A kiss to the back of the hand
A kiss to the palm of the hand
A kiss to the inner thigh
A kiss while someone watches
A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking
Cecilia keeps her voice low. Although she disagreed with his choice to gallivant around the land, masquerading as a bard, the Mage General understood why Myrddin felt the need to conceal his identity. She was even gladdened to see that he was expanding his perspective beyond the walls of Castle Etruria, for it only served to make him a more knowledgeable and informed king in the future.
...Assuming he actually returned home, and stopped putting it off.
But no matter her feelings, she still respected the need for discretion, lips pursed together as she takes the prince in with her own eyes. As if his flight from Elibe hadn't been alarming enough—to learn that the very academy he traveled to had been caught in a devastating attack, one he could have very well died in?
Cecilia almost wondered what that would do to King Mordred. But at this point, she supposes, it wouldn't make much difference. The man was already grieving a son he thought was long lost. And with him, Etruria grieved, languishing under the rule of a frail leader, trapped in the mire of a tenuous political state.
"I heard about the attack on Garreg Mach." She says. Curtly, but not without concern. There were many things she wished to say, but now was not the time.
"Thank the Saint that you remain well..." A sigh, "It's all the more fortunate that I'm here now, though. I'll be able to keep an eye on you, in Lord Douglas and Perceval's place."
“General Cecilia, I…” He trails off- what could he say? That he had planned to write home, to begin steps on reconnecting with his father and people, before everything had fallen apart? For all his mind, his plans had amounted to no more than passing thoughts, and he knew as well as any other that it would not be completed any time soon.
For her part, she does not mention any of it aloud, though it weighs on him all the same.
He lets out a breath, smiles wearily, “Yes, I was very fortunate to be left unscathed in the attack and aftermath…”
There were many who were not as lucky, but even they rose again; his father need not grieve more than he already did. He doesn’t bring that up, however, no need to complicate things. “With things as they are, I’ll be staying to help the monastery rebuild for the time being.”
For the time being.
How many more excuses can he give?
“I’m sorry, Cecilia, but it seems my return home will have to wait," A pause, vulnerable in a way he couldn't have been in some time, "Even so, I’m glad you’re here.”
And there was much more she could say. Remind him of his responsibility to Etruria's people, launch into a lecture about how, as prince, his life wasn't only his own. That at some point, he should make a decision—whether to return home as Myrddin, or continue on with this life as Elffin.
Cecilia certainly had her own thoughts about that... but the decision was ultimately his.
"Wait even longer, you mean." That is delivered evenly too, without missing a beat. But for whatever frustrations she felt, the general is not without compassion for the man before her. Her smile reflected the genuine relief she felt to see him alive.
"But if it is your choice to remain here and help those in need... I'll support it. For the time being." She smirks a bit, mirroring his earlier words, "At the very least, I am gladdened to see that you are still the same compassionate soul I've always known. I wouldn't continue to follow you, otherwise."
A hum, "Now, then. Should you need anything, know that I am only a call away, Your Highness."
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Cecilia stands at the head of a long, wooden table. Not dissimilar to the war tables back in Castle Etruria, though this one was far simpler in make—something more suited for accommodating feasts and dinner guests, rather than army generals and noble dignitaries. But for their purposes today, it would have to make do.
She, Mauvier, the village elder, and two representatives from the town were the only ones inside of the elder's dining hall.
A woman spoke for the citizens who were having their harvests and livelihoods terrorized by the beasts that roamed the city. And the man represented an opposing side—one more sympathetic to the monsters, seeking to find a place where they could live peacefully, without the need to terrorize.
"P-Please," the village elder speaks up from his seat, "Surely, we can come to a compromise...?"
"No." The woman cuts in, "First, it's our crops. Then, our stores of food... once we run out of that, what will the monsters seek to feed on next? Us! The winters here are already harsh, and many of us have already lost our homes this past moon. I don't see how keeping these... these beasts around does us ANY good!"
"So you'd kill them? Because they're lost and hungry?" The man fires back, "They're living creatures, too! Ones that have been displaced from their habitats, and are trying to adapt—"
"At OUR expense!" She yells, "Do you not remember that these monsters were also the ones attacking the town, putting us into this situation in the first place? Whose side are you even on!?"
"I'm not taking sides! I want us to rebuild, I do. But I don't think just. MURDERING these creatures is going to..."
Cecilia figures it's time for one of them to cut in, but before she could offer her interjection, there's a scream from outside the room's window.
"HEEEEELP!" A woman calls, "They're attacking again!"
The debate left forgotten, Cecilia turns towards her mission partner. "Mauvier."
A silent command dances in her eyes, an urging to move.
"professor! good tidings to you—" Ferdinand rushed over to her with a heart balloon in hand. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart for teaching us. the Black Eagles have a refined eye for Reason in due part to your diligence."
"my pride is your pride! here, take this. the celebration today is rather lively, is it not? perhaps you can find yourself a little joy too, today."
trading off the balloon, he laughed brightly. "oh, and— if you may remember me for next years time, that would be lovely. I am hoping to be house leader in due time!"
It was almost impossible not to notice the energy in the air. Even through the sorrow of loss, those that remained clung to one another in gratitude and appreciation—in thankfulness for what they had, for what they had been blessed not to lose.
The Day of Devotion had always been a beautiful holiday, and the dour atmosphere only served to highlight its beauty more.
"Good day, Ferdinand."
Though she was still getting reacquainted with everything, Cecilia would be loathe to not know the name of every student in her House. "I thank you for the kind gift, but it is ultimately the effort of you students, and your willingness to learn, that allow such skills to shine."
To his next declaration, she hums with amusement. "A good example, there—one cannot get by in life without the proper ambition, and you certainly have plenty of it." Taking the balloon, she gently waves him off. "Now go. Enjoy the day. To see you all having fun is all the joy I need."
Hi! With Cecilia in now, I figured I'd toss out some wanted prompts for her. As an important note, due to the events of Epiphany and the state the monastery has been left in, Cecilia is currently out helping in the surrounding regions, and will be taking up temporary lodgings in Faerghus.
Now, without further ado!
Blue Lions Missions (NEEDS a Blue Lion!)
Reason +1 - Cecilia may not have been involved in the fight to retake the Monastery, but she IS interested in studying defensive measures against Poison 202. The battlefield is chaotic enough without having to worry about allies abruptly turning on each other. She's also interested in the School of Sorcery, and what advancements in magical study they've made—could be interesting to cross-reference with Etruria's. Will need a Blue Lion for this.
(NEW!) Faith +1 - As an Etrurian Valkyrie, Cecilia is trained in both Reason AND Faith. She'd also already be working with the School of Sorcery (gestures to Reason prompt), so she would be more than happy to help test this new spell. Honestly, she might even see it as a teaching opportunity, if an aspiring mage is interested...
Non Mission Board
Riding +1 - Cecilia has come to help mediate the argument between those who want the beasts killed, and those who want them to remain unharmed. She intends to come up with a course of action that can resolve the issue and hopefully satisfy both sides, but that may be difficult to do when the two groups are not only taking matters into their own hands, but close to breaking out into a fight of their own...
Lodgings - To remain close to the School of Sorcery, Cecilia will be residing in an inn in Faerghus for the time being. With so many refugees from Garreg Mach, someone is bound to share the space with her, right? Perhaps you might be that person.
If you're interested, hit me up in DMs or the plotting channel, and I'll get back to you when I can!
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I had an idea a while ago combining the composition of Georges de la Tour’s Magdalene with the Smoking Flame with Cecilia before Chapter 13 of FE6 when Zephiel’s armies are approaching
Chin up, back straight. Bright eyes and a veneer of pleasantry on her face.
Even as a girl, she was made to portray the prim and proper image of an Etrurian noble daughter, studying poetry and literature under her grandfather’s watchful eye, entertaining guests at her father’s dinner parties, and humoring both him and his aristocratic friends by mingling and engaging in conversation with their eligible sons.
And while it was not a life without joy, it was one without passion.
Days were often spent kneeling in prayer with St. Elimine’s most devout maidens, or sewing tears in blouses—tittering with other girls her age as they prattled on about the latest fashions and court gossip. It was monotonous. It was training, to become the ideal noblewoman and wife. But the only thing that truly set Cecilia alight, that lit a fire in both heart and soul, were the runes and glyphs of the magic tomes she studied.
The calculations and stratagems of army commanders, maneuvering troops like pieces on a board.
It was only through the observant eye of Etruria’s eccentric Mage General did the door to her life truly open. Part of her suspects it was not her prowess or academic marks that caught his eye upon their first meeting, but the complete lack of interest in conventional ladylike pursuits.
Perhaps her sarcastic remark of men needing to prepare their own tea wasn’t the embarrassment her grandfather’s puffed, reddened face led her to believe—the good general seemed amused by it, at the very least.
02.
Joining Etruria’s military hadn’t been in her plans—perhaps at some point, as a medic or troubadour working under the Mage General’s command, but the last thing she expected was to become his protege! Taught in the ways of magic by Etruria’s most powerful sage, expected to carry his knowledge onto future generations…
Her fellow maidens either stewed with jealousy or fawned with admiration, and the soldiers were skeptical of her teacher’s decision, at best. Skeptical of her. Of course, such scrutiny came with an insurmountable amount of pressure.
But she would surmount it.
Her studies in war tactics and magical theory never ceased, and Cecilia kept to her prayers daily, if only to strengthen her healing through the blessings of Saint Elimine. Self-discipline and dedication bore a keen efficiency in the tasks she carried out, and with that, came trust from her colleagues—so much so that she was tasked with tutoring Ostia’s young heiress in the ways of magic and leadership.
It was an odd feeling, to take on a student of her own. Crafting lesson plans suited to the girl’s learning pace, with even more modifications made for the young man who had come to study alongside her, his own range of skills differing significantly from hers. Not only did she have to teach them properly, but satisfy their fathers in doing so, who were both powerful men in their own right. She could not fail, and tarnish Etruria’s reputation.
An arduous job at times, but a deeply fulfilling one. She adored her two pupils, and was overjoyed to see their knowledge and talents flourish. Perhaps that is what her master felt—even her father and grandfather, as she learned the ways of the world (however limiting, at the time) under their care.
But when the time comes for her master to retire, she is called back to Etruria once more, to step into his storied shoes.
Weeks pass, and ceremonies are held. Paperwork and documents pass from one hand to another, and amidst the busy whirlwind of work and preparation, Cecilia finds herself bearing the newly bestowed title of Mage General.
No longer does she stand at a blackboard, teaching the basics of strategy to two small children. Cecilia now dispenses orders to troops of her own, watching thoughtfully as they train and spar in the castle courtyard, bearing wounds inflicted by blades and magic.
Her wounds measure little in comparison. The bags under her eyes are concealed with light makeup and a pleasant smile. White gloves mask the thin scars on her fingers, accumulated through long nights of leafing through tomes and stacks of paperwork. Nights that grow longer every time she suffers an insult from a colleague, forced to hear how poor a soldier she is, how she doesn’t deserve her title, how she’s too frail to even carry a weapon, or best any of them in a proper duel.
Even her idol and fellow general, Sir Douglas, deems her to be weak.
But the pen was often mightier than the sword. Such words are soon quieted by sharp quips and powerful gusts of wind to the chest; silenced entirely when a high ranking general bends the knee after facing Aircalibur’s might.
…This, of course, garners her sincerest apologies in private.
03.
As Bern’s aggressions depart the realm of rumors and enter reality, Cecilia finds her days growing steadily more hectic. Etruria’s prince is dead, the king is ailing, and Arcard and Roartz have their own plans. But even as Etruria’s political structure begins to crumble, she cannot ignore the pleas for help from her former student, riding to young Roy’s aid when Bern’s men hound his steps.
As she finds herself betrayed and pursued by her own countrymen, only to be rescued by the children she once mentored and taught, Cecilia comes to find that even after all she’s done, there are still many things she has yet to learn.
Though she finds it her calling to teach and guide others, she too can still be taught. As her pupils have come to grow and flourish, Cecilia seeks to expand her horizons and do the same.
What better place to do so than the academy she has come to visit as an ambassador?
Lilina’s eyes follow Cecilia’s direction that land on—oh. Oh no. Only the fiercest opponent in the cafeteria who of course had his posse with him. She had faced him before so she wasn’t extremely worried, but he didn’t carry himself very diplomatically. She follows Cecilia’s trail closely, hugging her collection close to her.
As teenage boys were wont to do, they make unwanted comments towards the two of them, but Cecilia is more than capable of quieting down that incident. For the moment.
“Did she snitch on us or something? Why is this old lady joining us…” One comments.
“Ah, ah ah…” The first boy who called her a teacher’s pet stands. “You have to earn your seat.”
“But that’s—” Lilina begins to protest. Hasn’t she done enough yet?
“Hm? Or is this pet all bark and no bite?”
“Glutton for punishment, maybe ready for an ass slap- I mean, ass whooping,” the boy who whistled earlier comments earning an eruption of laughter from the others. Teenage boys…
With each comment thrown at them, Lilina’s ears and cheeks grew hotter and her hands clenched into fists at her side. They were lucky she wasn’t so low as to punch them square in the nose, but regardless one thing was clear. She looks back up at Cecilia and answers, “No, we’ll stay here.” They needed to be taught a lesson one way or another.
Old lady. She hears it, but doesn't comment on it—the barely thought out insults of boys hardly left even a graze on her ego. Cecilia had gone through far too much to let something so paltry hurt her feelings. It's their continued disrespect for Lilina, however, that draws her ire. How fortunate they were, that her lord father wasn't here to hear any of this filth...
But Lilina stands her ground, and the mage general hums with pride. "Indeed we shall." She gestures for Lilina to take a seat, making sure to position herself between her pupil and the rowdy posse. If they tried anything, they would have to go through her.
"Also," Cecilia seats herself, smile warm but eyes cold, "boys? I did say I was a professor. So, expect a few formal reprimands for harassment after this." Whatever responses they had to that, she cared little for. Claims of power abuse, waving around their noble connections—certainly nothing Cecilia couldn't handle, or defend herself against when the time came.
Turning back to Lilina, she continues, "Now, shall we? What do we do first?"
Cecilia's family had a somewhat notable presence in the court, certainly not prominent enough to whisper directly in the ears of the king, but with enough esteem to rub noses with some of the most influential figures in the country—political and military alike.
That reputation, of course, is increased with the Mage General's newfound interest in Cecilia, the man himself a skilled mage from the famous (or infamous) House Reglay.
Curious eyes turned on the girl who was rumored to be the next general of sorcery—leader of the kingdom's mages, a demanding and pivotal responsibility that would surely be far too much for a young lady to handle. Several glances were those of skepticism, while others were alight with a sense of surprised awe.
"My. Do you think she's truly capable...?"
"Of course a Reglay would look to her—that family has always been a bit..."
But no matter what scrutiny she faced in the royal court, she could always count on her father to enter the hall with a friendly laugh and brilliant smile, singing praises of the daughter who could do no wrong, who would be a pioneer—a legend!—in Etrurian history.
And for whatever faults the man may have had (his rather quick temper toward her male friends, for one), Cecilia could do nothing more than to smile with appreciation and love.
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"I have several manors, you know. A few in the Etrurian countryside, one with fabulous vineyards and riding trails—"
Could be,
"Outside of my estate in the capital of course. Right on the edge of the artisan's district, in fact. The clerks and shopkeepers have enjoyed many a boon from the generous donations I've given their businesses,"
So very—
"Oh, and the churches! I attend mass weekly." He chortles, "Much like you, milady, I am a devout servant of our Holy Saint Elimine. I don't make a move without prayer and consultation with Her."
Dull.
Cecilia sips her tea as the man prattles on, never once—in the thirty-something minutes since they've arrived at the restaurant—asking for her input. No interests, hobbies, not even the most basic details about her life.
Part of her wondered if he even knew her name. Though she supposed it was fair, as she hardly cared to remember his.
Their order finally arrives, and after the server places two plates of steak on their table, her date clicks his tongue. "Oh, no..." He shakes his head, "That cut looks far too hearty for you, my dear. You simply must let me call the server back to chop it up for you—"
Silently, Cecilia takes her knife and fork and begins to cut into the meat, leaving the nobleman to awkwardly watch and laugh it off, "...O-oh! Very well, then. Quite the bold one, are you? I... appreciate that, in a woman."
And she'll appreciate her grandfather never setting her up on another of these dates again.
15. A heartbreaking memory & 16. A memory that makes them angry (eyes)
memories // no longer accepting!
"Our frontline is crumbling under the might of the Revolutionary forces, ma'am. With a lack of able men and supplies, I fear we won't be able to hold out much longer..."
At the head of the war table, Mage General Cecilia sits, fingers steepled underneath her nose as she scans the map of Missur laid out before her. She holds back her urge to sigh. To scream in frustration, even.
Following their escape from Aquleia, her Loyalist forces had been pushed back into this old castle on the outskirts of Nabata—worn from the heat and sandstorms of the nearby desert, years of abandonment leaving it in a terrible state of disrepair. "...And the scouting regiment we sent out last night? Do we have word from them?"
"None. We fear they may have been—"
Cecilia lifts a hand to silence the troubadour, the furrow in her brows deepening. She needn't hear the words to know the reality: her scouts had been discovered by the Revolutionaries, and with assistance from Bern's flying mounts, slaughtered to the last.
...It was her fault. Her decision to flee here.
Of course her men would be prime targets for wyverns in a desert. Sandstorms limited visibility. The terrain hindered movement. Could she not have gone to Lycia—? ...No. If Etruria was truly under Bern's thumb, then Lycia would no longer be safe. Sacae and Ilia were hardly better options—
"Ma'am...?"
Her comrades, friends—sent to death on her word, and put to the sword by their own countrymen... men and women who once flew under the same banner. Morale crumbled with the death of the prince and the king's resulting grief, Cecilia left to powerlessly watch as Roartz, Arcard, and their cohorts poisoned Etruria from the inside... would this be the fall of their great kingdom?
Could she do nothing for her people, her home?
The doors burst open, and with it, a frantic new message: "G-general Cecilia! The Revolutionary forces have reached the gates! Any more, and the castle will be breached...!"
Sorrow simmers into tempered determination, Cecilia rising from her seat and beckoning for her tome. "Very well, then." If it's a battle they wanted, then it was a battle they shall receive. "Fetch my steed, and fortify the defenses around Princess Guinivere's chambers—I shall meet them myself."
The forces of Bern, joined with her friends and allies... with Sir Douglas. With Perceval. The thought twists her heart into painful, anxious knots—was it her standing on the right side, or them? To fight tooth and nail for the loyalty and safety of their king, or to break away to follow one's morals, to protect the people?
Aircalibur's hefty weight is placed into her hand, and Cecilia nestles the tome under her arm as she strides out of the war room, eyes steeled with a quiet rage. If she were to die in the coming battle, then she would do so fighting for the soul of Etruria. She had to have faith in that.
Her only regret is that she will not be able to help Roy, or Lilina—or all those left behind.
