#HUBRET

[ask-thsc-blog]

Hubret: Yes... *pants* take him to the cells... *pants* he will be interrogated later

The general watched as the soldier took Pants away and tried to catch his breath, maaaan what a run!!!

Yeahhh, he doesn't wanna do that again XD

[littlenekosfan]

GUY THE NEW BANNER!!!

[thefoolsprocession]

Hubret

Hurbet

Fish

[deerheir]

is this the black eagles with hubret?

[mesherosetmonstres]

introducing: akira aldava.

she’s open for threads! like this if you would like a starter for her! beneath the cut are some hcs to get idea of who she is.

GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: akira aldava

ALIAS: akira

AGE: 22

DATE OF BIRTH: september 15, 1995

PLACE OF BIRTH: los angeles, california

ZODIAC: virgo

GENDER: female

NATIONALITY: american

RELIGION: pagan

ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: asami zdrenka

HEIGHT: 5 ft 06 inches

WEIGHT: 150 lbs.

HAIR COLOR: dark but dyes in frequentlyr

EYE COLOR: dark brown

VOICE CLAIM: asami zdrenka

TATTOOS: lots

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: mole on her right shoulder

OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: boho chic

ACCENT: english but has mellowed since she moved to new york

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

HOMETOWN: los angeles, california

CURRENT RESIDENCE: new york, new york

PAST RESIDENCES: london, tokyo

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, japanese

FINANCIAL STATUS: scraping by

EDUCATION LEVEL: cosmetology school and high school

OCCUPATION: hair stylist and make-up artist

FAMILIAL INFORMATION

MOTHER: yoko aldava

FATHER: david aldava

SIBLINGS: none

CHILDREN: none

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: kind, wise, funny

NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, demanding, hubretic

LIKES: art, food, wine

DISLIKES: not getting tips, quiet customers, being alone

Favourite

LOCATION: in between places

MUSIC GENRE: oldies

TV SHOW: star trek

MOVIE: lucky number slevin

COLOR: pastel pink

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: kind, wise, funny

NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, demanding, hubretic

LIKES: art, food, wine

DISLIKES: not getting tips, quiet customers, being alone

[growingstarseeds]

'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main

An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut

Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung with weeds,

Mark'd the poor Exile's home. Full ten long years

The melancholy wretch had liv'd unseen

By all, save HENRY, a lov'd, little Son

The partner of his sorrows. On the day

When Persecution, in the sainted guise

Of Liberty, spread wide its venom'd pow'r,

The brave, Saint HUBERT, fled his Lordly home,

And, with his baby Son, the mountain sought.

Resolv'd to cherish in his bleeding breast

The secret of his birth, Ah! birth too high

For his now humbled state, from infancy

He taught him, labour's task: He bade him chear

The dreary day of cold adversity

By patience and by toil. The Summer morn

Shone on the pillow of his rushy bed;

The noontide, sultry hour, he fearless past

On the shagg'd eminence; while the young Kid

Skipp'd, to the cadence of his minstrelsy.

At night young HENRY trimm'd the faggot fire

While oft, Saint HUBERT, wove the ample net

To snare the finny victim. Oft they sang

And talk'd, while sullenly the waves would sound

Dashing the sandy shore. Saint HUBERT'S eyes

Would swim in tears of fondness, mix'd with joy,

When he observ'd the op'ning harvest rich

Of promis'd intellect, which HENRY'S soul,

Whate'er the subject of their talk, display'd.

Oft, the bold Youth, in question intricate,

Would seek to know the story of his birth;

Oft ask, who bore him: and with curious skill

Enquire, why he, and only one beside,

Peopled the desart mountain ? Still his Sire

Was slow of answer, and, in words obscure,

Varied the conversation. Still the mind

Of HENRY ponder'd; for, in their lone hut,

A daily journal would Saint HUBERT make

Of his long banishment: and sometimes speak

Of Friends forsaken, Kindred, massacred;--

Proud mansions, rich domains, and joyous scenes

For ever faded,--lost!

One winter time,

'Twas on the Eve of Christmas, the shrill blast

Swept o'er the stormy main. The boiling foam

Rose to an altitude so fierce and strong

That their low hovel totter'd. Oft they stole

To the rock's margin, and with fearful eyes

Mark'd the vex'd deep, as the slow rising moon

Gleam'd on the world of waters. 'Twas a scene

Would make a Stoic shudder! For, amid

The wavy mountains, they beheld, alone ,

A LITTLE BOAT, now scarcely visible;

And now not seen at all; or, like a buoy,

Bounding, and buffetting, to reach the shore!

Now the full Moon, in crimson lustre shone

Upon the outstretch'd Ocean. The black clouds

Flew stiffly on, the wild blast following,

And, as they flew, dimming the angry main

With shadows horrible ! Still, the small boat

Struggled amid the waves, a sombre speck

Upon the wide domain of howling Death!

Saint HUBERT sigh'd ! while HENRY'S speaking eye

Alternately the stormy scene survey'd

And his low hovel's safety. So past on

The hour of midnight,--and, since first they knew

The solitary scene, no midnight hour

E'er seem'd so long and weary.

While they stood,

Their hands fast link'd together, and their eyes

Fix'd on the troublous Ocean, suddenly

The breakers, bounding on the rocky shore,

Left the small wreck; and crawling on the side

Of the rude crag,--a HUMAN FORM was seen!

And now he climb'd the foam-wash'd precipice,

And now the slip'ry weeds gave way, while he

Descended to the sands: The moon rose high--

The wild blast paus'd, and the poor shipwreck'd Man

Look'd round aghast, when on the frowning steep

He marked the lonely exiles. Now he call'd

But he was feeble, and his voice was lost

Amid the din of mingling sounds that rose

From the wild scene of clamour.

Down the steep

Saint HUBRET hurried, boldly venturous,

Catching the slimy weeds, from point to point,

And unappall'd by peril. At the foot

Of the rude rock, the fainting mariner

Seiz'd on his outstretch'd arm; impatient, wild,

With transport exquisite ! But ere they heard

The blest exchange of sounds articulate,

A furious billow, rolling on the steep,

Engulph'd them in Oblivion!

On the rock

Young HENRY stood; with palpitating heart,

And fear-struck, e'en to madness ! Now he call'd,

Louder and louder, as the shrill blast blew;

But, mid the elemental strife of sounds,

No human voice gave answer ! The clear moon

No longer quiver'd on the curling main,

But, mist-encircled, shed a blunted light,

Enough to shew all things that mov'd around,

Dreadful, but indistinctly ! The black weeds

Wav'd, as the night-blast swept them; and along

The rocky shore the breakers, sounding low

Seem'd like the whisp'ring of a million souls

Beneath the green-deep mourning.

Four long hours

The lorn Boy listen'd ! four long tedious hours

Pass'd wearily away, when, in the East

The grey beam coldly glimmer'd. All alone

Young HENRY stood aghast : his Eye wide fix'd;

While his dark locks, uplifted by the storm

Uncover'd met its fury. On his cheek

Despair sate terrible ! For, mid the woes,

Of poverty and toil, he had not known,

Till then, the horror-giving chearless hour

Of TOTAL SOLITUDE!

He spoke--he groan'd,

But no responsive voice, no kindred tone

Broke the dread pause: For now the storm had ceas'd,

And the bright Sun-beams glitter'd on the breast

Of the green placid Ocean. To his Hut

The lorn Boy hasten'd; there the rushy couch,

The pillow still indented, met his gaze

And fix'd his eye in madness.--From that hour

A maniac wild, the Alien Boy has been;

His garb with sea-weeds fring'd, and his wan cheek

The tablet of his mind, disorder'd, chang'd,

Fading, and worn with care. And if, by chance,

A Sea-beat wand'rer from the outstretch'd main

Views the lone Exile, and with gen'rous zeal

Hastes to the sandy beach, he suddenly

Darts 'mid the cavern'd cliffs, and leaves pursuit

To track him, where no footsteps but his own,

Have e'er been known to venture ! YET HE LIVES

A melancholy proof that Man may bear

All the rude storms of Fate, and still suspire

By the wide world forgotten!

~ The Alien Boy by Mary Dar - Mary Darby Robinson

[monmonstres]

introducing: akira aldava.

she’s open for threads! like this if you would like a starter for her! beneath the cut are some hcs to get idea of who she is.

GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: akira aldava

ALIAS: akira

AGE: 22

DATE OF BIRTH: september 15, 1995

PLACE OF BIRTH: los angeles, california

ZODIAC: virgo

GENDER: female

NATIONALITY: american

RELIGION: pagan

ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: asami zdrenka

HEIGHT: 5 ft 06 inches

WEIGHT: 150 lbs.

HAIR COLOR: dark but dyes in frequentlyr

EYE COLOR: dark brown

VOICE CLAIM: asami zdrenka

TATTOOS: lots

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: mole on her right shoulder

OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: boho chic

ACCENT: english but has mellowed since she moved to new york

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

HOMETOWN: los angeles, california

CURRENT RESIDENCE: new york, new york

PAST RESIDENCES: london, tokyo 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, japanese

FINANCIAL STATUS: scraping by

EDUCATION LEVEL: cosmetology school and high school

OCCUPATION: hair stylist and make-up artist

FAMILIAL INFORMATION

MOTHER: yoko aldava

FATHER: david aldava

SIBLINGS: none

CHILDREN: nonePERSONALITYPOSITIVE TRAITS: kind, wise, funny

NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, demanding, hubretic

LIKES: art, food, wine

DISLIKES: not getting tips, quiet customers, being alone

Favourite

LOCATION: in between places

MUSIC GENRE: oldies

TV SHOW: star trek

MOVIE: lucky number slevin

COLOR: pastel pink

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: kind, wise, funny

NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, demanding, hubretic

LIKES: art, food, wine

DISLIKES: not getting tips, quiet customers, being alone

[secondhandcanvas]

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There's no denying her talent and presence on the show so why was shown the door? *(Cue jazz being thrown out!!)

[deerheir]

combat and battle !

CHARACTER META. always accepting.

                     claude is the type of person you absolutely cannot let your guard down around. even in times of inaction, he is closely analyzing the people around him, including his peers and teachers at the academy. while on the battle he isn’t above using dirty tricks and schemes to guarantee victory. though, he does this to secure not only the win, and safety of his comrades ( especially during the war in the time-skip.) it’s even canonically stated that during the time-skip, he’s become notorious for making other strategists nervous just by being present on the battlefield, such as hubret from the black eagles, who’s always overly concerned about his next move. claude is a worthy foe both in physical and mental strength. he is not above exploiting a weakness and flaws in a fortress. when he invades, he makes sure to make it hurt for the other side. that being said, aside from the casualties that are associated with war, claude doesn’t take joy in killing others. most of his plans include incapacitating his foes before the battle begins, rather than killing them outright.

                    this talent did not come so naturally as one thinks.raised by parents with phenomenal combat experience, he’s been training with a bow and arrow since he was about a child. in his free time, he often played tactical board-games to develop his quick-wit. after joining the alliance and expected to be the future heir after his uncle’s passing, claude further honed his skills to prove himself, given he was considered an outsider. upon attending the garg monastery, he quickly picked up swordsmanship in his days of the academy and continued improvement afterwards. even back in those days, he was a threat to dimitri and edelgard in the mock battles and made them uneasy. although subtlety cocky, he has more than enough skill to back it up. claude also hates losing and after every loss, reevaluates every move he made up to the defeat, in a attempt to improve for the next challenge. he knows he’s charismatic and uses that to advantage to properly guide his teammates to victory. everything he does is not only to prove himself, but for his comrade’s sake, as he’ll do anything and everything to keep them safe.