Player Name: Ace E-mail: rhapscdos@gmail.com Preferred Contact: Discord: It's ya boi, Ace#8374 | PMs here. Timezone: PST Current Characters in Victory Road: N/A
Character Name: Sylvain Jose Gautier Series: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Timeline: Post Azure Moon Canon Resource Links: FE Wiki
Personality: Sylvain is a man of many words, and only some action. He has a fondness for complimenting men, women, everything in between, and even inanimate objects. When he's not looking for someplace lively, he often enjoys time with his horse, playing chess, or brushing up on his classic literature. This, however, is a side he doesn’t usually show. He prefers to play the fool for a variety of reasons: it lets him shirk responsibility, disarms people, and generally means less is expected of him over all. Regardless of how you view his lifestyle, truly befriending Sylvain gives you a loyal ally for life.
Sylvain grew up in the harsh northernmost area of Fodlan, where the mountains, bitter cold and hostile border disputes made for a less than pleasant childhood. Born into the nobility of The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, he was made heir to his house after his elder brother, Miklan, was disavowed. Due to Sylvain being born with a crest (a blood related power that signifies the nobility), and his brother without one, a rift formed between the two. Miklan’s hatred and jealousy drove him to make multiple attempts on Sylvain’s life including abandoning him to die in the mountains, and leaving him at the bottom of a well in the dead of winter. While this should have made him angry and bitter, Sylvain still found he pitied his brother, and laid much of the blame on both himself and the broken system that valued his blood above his personage.
From a very young age he was also introduced to Dimitri, Felix, and Ingrid. They are his childhood friends, and the people he has spent nearly his entire life with. He is fiercely loyal to them, willing to throw away his life at a moment’s notice in order to protect those dear to him. Much like them, Sylvain accompanied his companions to the Officer’s Academy at Garreg Mach in 1180.
Not long after arriving, Sylvain would be forced to face the consequences of his brother’s exile. Having taken up pillaging, looting and destroying local towns, Miklan had made a reputation for himself as a savage bandit. Emboldened, he stole an extremely powerful artifact known as the Lance of Ruin. Unknowingly, Miklan doomed himself. Without a crest, he was in no way capable of wielding the relic, or fending off its deadly power. Tasked by the Church to retrieve it, Sylvain and his classmates were forced to witness the horrific transformation Miklan underwent into a rampaging demonic beast. The power Miklan coveted destroyed him, horrifying even Sylvain despite the hatred he felt for his brother. The grisly demise and subsequent execution (by Sylvain's own hands no less) of his only sibling continued to haunt him well past the scope of their mission.
When war broke out across Fodlan in 1181, Sylvain retreated back to his home territory to defend it. Despite the crumbling nobility that gave way to Imperial demands, Sylvain remained steadfast in upholding the old Kingdom beside his friends. Even after Dimitri’s supposed death and the professor’s disappearance, Sylvain refused surrender, and eventually returned to Garreg Mach for the promised reunion in 1185. He helped end the five year war that gripped his homeland beside his friends, professor, and newly crowned king without wavering.
Despite his commitment to the war effort, Sylvain much prefers diplomacy. Bloodshed and carnage, especially where innocents and civilians are sure to suffer, upsets him greatly. Sylvain would absolutely claim 'to be a lover, and not a fighter.' He's prone to going along with the flow of things, even if he may not like them. Typically he is cheerful, lackadaisical, and shamelessly flirtatious, but can have a secret cynical streak.
Pokémon Information Affiliation: Breeder. Starter: Ponyta (named Bonbon) Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples RP Sample: Here’s a few (bc they’re short) from threads that are sfw. I’ll clearly link and label the nsfw one below too if more samples are needed. The initial starter is not, but subsequent threads within are. 1 || 2 [BIG NSFW WARNING] Example of full log. Victory Road Sample: Sylvain watches them from his lounging spot under the shade of the trees, familiar figures dappled by the early afternoon sunshine.
Horses.
Or what he thinks are horses. They’re built much the same, though their coats are short and sleek, and mostly in shades ranging from cream to fallow. What truly captivates him though is the roiling flames that lick the space where manes and tails ought to be. Even their strong limbs seem to be adorned with the embers too. They’re short, built a bit more like hunters’ ponies. Stocky, but still elegant, meant to carry children through the woods. It’s a sight to behold, a small herd of them, shepherded by one much larger than the others.
That one’s more the size of the horses he’s used to. Except once again, the creature is crested in flames, and a horn adorns the spot where Sylvain might brush away a forelock. Idly, he wonders if those flames would scorch him.
’Ponyta and Rapidash. Lovely, aren’t they? So wild and free.’ A passer-byer had remarked to him earlier in the day. Someone much older than himself, heading whichever way (The fellow hadn’t offered, Sylvain hadn’t asked).
Yes, they are lovely, Sylvain decides. A curve of a smile brightens his features. He’s always been a stableboy at heart, no matter his upbringing. Horses are good friends, and even better listeners. He thinks these strange fire horses would be just as noble as the furry ones back home.
In a daydream, he doesn’t notice when one of the fire ponies- err, ponyta- breaks off from the herd. It’s not until he finds himself within a few yards of it that Sylvain’s gaze refocuses.
Oh.
The ponyta makes a snuffling sound, and flicks an ear his way. Captivated, Sylvain reacts as he would to any other curious horse, and offers out a hand. To his delight, the curious ponyta nuzzles his palm, and allows him a few gentle pets along its nose.
“Hey there, little firebrand,” Sylvain coos ever-so-gently. The ponyta’s gaze shifts up, curious about his voice, and makes a soft, approving sound. Sylvain can’t help it when his smile broadens. Maybe he can’t say for certain what it wants, but he knows a happy horse when he sees one. “Yeah, I’m glad you’re here too.”
Sylvain Gautier || Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Name: Ace
E-mail: rhapscdos@gmail.com
Preferred Contact: Discord: It's ya boi, Ace#8374 | PMs here.
Timezone: PST
Current Characters in Victory Road: N/A
Character
Name: Sylvain Jose Gautier
Series: Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Timeline: Post Azure Moon
Canon Resource Links: FE Wiki
Personality: Sylvain is a man of many words, and only some action. He has a fondness for complimenting men, women, everything in between, and even inanimate objects. When he's not looking for someplace lively, he often enjoys time with his horse, playing chess, or brushing up on his classic literature. This, however, is a side he doesn’t usually show. He prefers to play the fool for a variety of reasons: it lets him shirk responsibility, disarms people, and generally means less is expected of him over all. Regardless of how you view his lifestyle, truly befriending Sylvain gives you a loyal ally for life.
Sylvain grew up in the harsh northernmost area of Fodlan, where the mountains, bitter cold and hostile border disputes made for a less than pleasant childhood. Born into the nobility of The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, he was made heir to his house after his elder brother, Miklan, was disavowed. Due to Sylvain being born with a crest (a blood related power that signifies the nobility), and his brother without one, a rift formed between the two. Miklan’s hatred and jealousy drove him to make multiple attempts on Sylvain’s life including abandoning him to die in the mountains, and leaving him at the bottom of a well in the dead of winter. While this should have made him angry and bitter, Sylvain still found he pitied his brother, and laid much of the blame on both himself and the broken system that valued his blood above his personage.
From a very young age he was also introduced to Dimitri, Felix, and Ingrid. They are his childhood friends, and the people he has spent nearly his entire life with. He is fiercely loyal to them, willing to throw away his life at a moment’s notice in order to protect those dear to him. Much like them, Sylvain accompanied his companions to the Officer’s Academy at Garreg Mach in 1180.
Not long after arriving, Sylvain would be forced to face the consequences of his brother’s exile. Having taken up pillaging, looting and destroying local towns, Miklan had made a reputation for himself as a savage bandit. Emboldened, he stole an extremely powerful artifact known as the Lance of Ruin. Unknowingly, Miklan doomed himself. Without a crest, he was in no way capable of wielding the relic, or fending off its deadly power. Tasked by the Church to retrieve it, Sylvain and his classmates were forced to witness the horrific transformation Miklan underwent into a rampaging demonic beast. The power Miklan coveted destroyed him, horrifying even Sylvain despite the hatred he felt for his brother. The grisly demise and subsequent execution (by Sylvain's own hands no less) of his only sibling continued to haunt him well past the scope of their mission.
When war broke out across Fodlan in 1181, Sylvain retreated back to his home territory to defend it. Despite the crumbling nobility that gave way to Imperial demands, Sylvain remained steadfast in upholding the old Kingdom beside his friends. Even after Dimitri’s supposed death and the professor’s disappearance, Sylvain refused surrender, and eventually returned to Garreg Mach for the promised reunion in 1185. He helped end the five year war that gripped his homeland beside his friends, professor, and newly crowned king without wavering.
Despite his commitment to the war effort, Sylvain much prefers diplomacy. Bloodshed and carnage, especially where innocents and civilians are sure to suffer, upsets him greatly. Sylvain would absolutely claim 'to be a lover, and not a fighter.' He's prone to going along with the flow of things, even if he may not like them. Typically he is cheerful, lackadaisical, and shamelessly flirtatious, but can have a secret cynical streak.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Breeder.
Starter: Ponyta (named Bonbon)
Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples
RP Sample: Here’s a few (bc they’re short) from threads that are sfw. I’ll clearly link and label the nsfw one below too if more samples are needed. The initial starter is not, but subsequent threads within are. 1 || 2
[BIG NSFW WARNING] Example of full log.
Victory Road Sample:
Sylvain watches them from his lounging spot under the shade of the trees, familiar figures dappled by the early afternoon sunshine.
Horses.
Or what he thinks are horses. They’re built much the same, though their coats are short and sleek, and mostly in shades ranging from cream to fallow. What truly captivates him though is the roiling flames that lick the space where manes and tails ought to be. Even their strong limbs seem to be adorned with the embers too. They’re short, built a bit more like hunters’ ponies. Stocky, but still elegant, meant to carry children through the woods. It’s a sight to behold, a small herd of them, shepherded by one much larger than the others.
That one’s more the size of the horses he’s used to. Except once again, the creature is crested in flames, and a horn adorns the spot where Sylvain might brush away a forelock. Idly, he wonders if those flames would scorch him.
’Ponyta and Rapidash. Lovely, aren’t they? So wild and free.’ A passer-byer had remarked to him earlier in the day. Someone much older than himself, heading whichever way (The fellow hadn’t offered, Sylvain hadn’t asked).
Yes, they are lovely, Sylvain decides. A curve of a smile brightens his features. He’s always been a stableboy at heart, no matter his upbringing. Horses are good friends, and even better listeners. He thinks these strange fire horses would be just as noble as the furry ones back home.
In a daydream, he doesn’t notice when one of the fire ponies- err, ponyta- breaks off from the herd. It’s not until he finds himself within a few yards of it that Sylvain’s gaze refocuses.
Oh.
The ponyta makes a snuffling sound, and flicks an ear his way. Captivated, Sylvain reacts as he would to any other curious horse, and offers out a hand. To his delight, the curious ponyta nuzzles his palm, and allows him a few gentle pets along its nose.
“Hey there, little firebrand,” Sylvain coos ever-so-gently. The ponyta’s gaze shifts up, curious about his voice, and makes a soft, approving sound. Sylvain can’t help it when his smile broadens. Maybe he can’t say for certain what it wants, but he knows a happy horse when he sees one. “Yeah, I’m glad you’re here too.”