Third Person: (taken from a sample originally for another game)
Trust was absolutely not an option. Nothing even resembling the thought crossed Hubert’s mind as he eyed his newfound surroundings. At last he recalled, he’d been preparing for a trip; taking care of his last minute errands in Yu Liberte before heading to Windor’s capital to meet with the king. So of course, when within the blink of an eye, the familiar desert oasis was replaced shades of gray and the ominous feeling of death that permeated the air; he was nothing short of suspicious.
His brows furrowed, and as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge if his nose, Hubert’s eyes narrowed. He was cautious in taking in his surroundings, expression sharp and the grip on his dualblades tight in his free hand. Not since the first time he’d stepped foot in Velanik had he seen a town so rundown. The buildings were dilapidated, and the feeling of desolation that surrounded him almost seemed to be unmatched when compared to the many other places he’d been. Unlike Velanik, wherever he was now lacked... something. Personality. Life. In that regard, he was reminded of the places he had seen on Fodra, but somehow... it lacked that much desolation. It felt like a strange middle-ground, though a far more eerie one. There wasn’t a biting chill in the air, but despite that, it still felt cold.
It was hard not to heave a sigh as he tried to make sense of the situation. Many others were likely to panic in the face of something so utterly bizarre... but not Hubert. He was an Oswell, and a high ranking military officer, which meant that even in the direst of situations, he had to keep his composure.
“I suppose the question is... just where do I start?” He mused, quietly. There were a lot of questions to ask: Where was he? How did he get here? It certainly wasn’t any place on Ephinea that he was aware of, and nothing of the landscape on Fodra resembled what he was seeing. It also left the question of why he was here. His first order of business would be to figure out the very basics -- which meant trying to find someone. Whether it was someone familiar (unlikely), or a stranger (more likely, though he wasn’t sure by quite how much), it would be a start to answering his questions, and maybe getting back to where he’d been previously. After all, he did have important business to take care of in Barona.
‘I’ll get nowhere by staying where I am, though it begs the question of which direction would be optimal.’ The thoughts passed through his head as he stroked his chin in thought. It wasn’t until he saw something -- a silhouette in his field of vision, albeit quickly, that he knew exactly where to start.
Grip tight on his weapon and defenses up as high as possible, he set out. He’d never find answers if he didn’t start where the clues were, after all.
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Hubert Oswell | Tales of Graces | Reserved
SAMPLES
First Person: previous game thread; additional musebox thread
Third Person:
(taken from a sample originally for another game)
His brows furrowed, and as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge if his nose, Hubert’s eyes narrowed. He was cautious in taking in his surroundings, expression sharp and the grip on his dualblades tight in his free hand. Not since the first time he’d stepped foot in Velanik had he seen a town so rundown. The buildings were dilapidated, and the feeling of desolation that surrounded him almost seemed to be unmatched when compared to the many other places he’d been. Unlike Velanik, wherever he was now lacked... something. Personality. Life. In that regard, he was reminded of the places he had seen on Fodra, but somehow... it lacked that much desolation. It felt like a strange middle-ground, though a far more eerie one. There wasn’t a biting chill in the air, but despite that, it still felt cold.
It was hard not to heave a sigh as he tried to make sense of the situation. Many others were likely to panic in the face of something so utterly bizarre... but not Hubert. He was an Oswell, and a high ranking military officer, which meant that even in the direst of situations, he had to keep his composure.
“I suppose the question is... just where do I start?” He mused, quietly. There were a lot of questions to ask: Where was he? How did he get here? It certainly wasn’t any place on Ephinea that he was aware of, and nothing of the landscape on Fodra resembled what he was seeing. It also left the question of why he was here. His first order of business would be to figure out the very basics -- which meant trying to find someone. Whether it was someone familiar (unlikely), or a stranger (more likely, though he wasn’t sure by quite how much), it would be a start to answering his questions, and maybe getting back to where he’d been previously. After all, he did have important business to take care of in Barona.
‘I’ll get nowhere by staying where I am, though it begs the question of which direction would be optimal.’ The thoughts passed through his head as he stroked his chin in thought. It wasn’t until he saw something -- a silhouette in his field of vision, albeit quickly, that he knew exactly where to start.
Grip tight on his weapon and defenses up as high as possible, he set out. He’d never find answers if he didn’t start where the clues were, after all.
OTHER
Housing Request?: With Pascal, presuming she’s accepted; otherwise, no preference!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Yes