Everyone who's anyone in Aldrip (and outside of it) knows Claude von Riegan. The golden child of a respected councilman, Claude has spent the entirety of his life doing precisely what has been expected of him; near-perfect grades in school, skill in archery and horseback riding and rubbing elbows with the elite, impeccable manners and dancing prowess, and often leaving Aldrip for political visits with other towns.
Up until, on the cusp of his eighteenth birthday, it was revealed that Claude's mother was not the esteemed councilman's wife, but was one of the women that his father had fabricated trips to go see in a nearby town, and everything went to shit. Disgraced and cut off from his family's connection and wealth, he was cast out by high society and family alike, and sent off to find his own fortune, at which point Claude embraced all of the rebellion that he had stymied in his youth.
These days, you can find him canoodling with whatever person he fancies, working at the bar and casino tables and dealing in classified information to ne'er-do-wells (only plausibly legal), and living a life of general hedonism and nonsense. His life isn't what he expected it to be, but he's content. ]
i. bar man & a gambling man
[ Need a friendly ear to listen to your troubles, or someone safe to show that weird thing you found? You'll find Claude behind the bar, leaning over the counter, shirt artfully unbuttoned just enough show a glimpse of his chest. He's known for being a better listener than he is necessarily a mixologist as he waves you down with a gleaming smile. ] Hey, welcome! What can I get for you?
[ Or, perhaps you're here later at night, when people start making more dangerous gambles, to meet with Claude behind one of the tables, shuffling cards. Maybe you're new to this, or maybe you're old hat at it, aware that Claude's as good for a gamble as he is for trading a secret or two. ] Come on down! The first game's on the house.
ii. lost & found
[ When Claude first gets a strange vision, he thinks that maybe he's hallucinating. Maybe one of his cigarettes was spiked with some sort of hallucinogenic, or somebody slipped something in his drink. But the more it keeps happening, the less certain he is of anything. He pauses where he's stood, frowning down at the stall he had just found a strange banner in, swaying on his feet. ]
That's... that's odd. [ He begins flipping through the fabrics, a little frantically. ] Did you see what I was just holding? That banner, with a deer on it? Where did it go?
[ And why would he hallucinate about a fight like that? Claude's never been in more than a brief scuffle or two in his entire life. He pinches at the bridge of the nose. ]
I swear I'm losing my mind.
iii. groundhog day.
[ One day, Claude wakes up and realizes that his quiet little life, every day much like the last, is beginning to feel... strange. When he steps out early in the morning, the birds are no longer chirping. His horse in the stable seems oddly unsettled, stamping her hooves and snorting at him, turning her nose up to the feed he pours for her. When he goes to say hello to the neighbour woman he's had a dalliance or two with before (when she's on break with her beau, which happens delightfully frequently), he stops, stock still.
The shop she runs is still there. But the apartment she lives in above it is gone. ]
What the hell... [ He just stands there, still in his pajamas and slippers, staring dumbfoundedly up at it. He's noticed things going missing, of course. But this? An entire home? ] That's... where's Joann?
[ Or maybe you run into him on the last day. In a coffeeshop, looking up from the newspaper as the clock rings precisely noon. He sets down the newspaper and looks at you, across the counter, something grimly frightened in his expression. Across the paper is a large: SEVEN. It's followed by an article explaining it, but it's as flimsy as every other justification he's been able to come up with. ]
...what happens when we reach zero?
[ Maybe you'll stay with him, until then. If it's the end of the world, nobody deserves to be alone. Not even a cad like him. ]
iv. wildcard.
[ Shoot for the stars! If you'd like me to rustle up a custom starter, or to plot with me about assumed AU backstory, feel free to contact me on my plotting comment here, on the discord, or hit me up on plurk @ wisdombitch!
claude von riegan | fire emblem: three houses
Everyone who's anyone in Aldrip (and outside of it) knows Claude von Riegan. The golden child of a respected councilman, Claude has spent the entirety of his life doing precisely what has been expected of him; near-perfect grades in school, skill in archery and horseback riding and rubbing elbows with the elite, impeccable manners and dancing prowess, and often leaving Aldrip for political visits with other towns.
Up until, on the cusp of his eighteenth birthday, it was revealed that Claude's mother was not the esteemed councilman's wife, but was one of the women that his father had fabricated trips to go see in a nearby town, and everything went to shit. Disgraced and cut off from his family's connection and wealth, he was cast out by high society and family alike, and sent off to find his own fortune, at which point Claude embraced all of the rebellion that he had stymied in his youth.
These days, you can find him canoodling with whatever person he fancies, working at the bar and casino tables and dealing in classified information to ne'er-do-wells (only plausibly legal), and living a life of general hedonism and nonsense. His life isn't what he expected it to be, but he's content. ]
i. bar man & a gambling man
[ Need a friendly ear to listen to your troubles, or someone safe to show that weird thing you found? You'll find Claude behind the bar, leaning over the counter, shirt artfully unbuttoned just enough show a glimpse of his chest. He's known for being a better listener than he is necessarily a mixologist as he waves you down with a gleaming smile. ] Hey, welcome! What can I get for you?
[ Or, perhaps you're here later at night, when people start making more dangerous gambles, to meet with Claude behind one of the tables, shuffling cards. Maybe you're new to this, or maybe you're old hat at it, aware that Claude's as good for a gamble as he is for trading a secret or two. ] Come on down! The first game's on the house.
ii. lost & found
[ When Claude first gets a strange vision, he thinks that maybe he's hallucinating. Maybe one of his cigarettes was spiked with some sort of hallucinogenic, or somebody slipped something in his drink. But the more it keeps happening, the less certain he is of anything. He pauses where he's stood, frowning down at the stall he had just found a strange banner in, swaying on his feet. ]
That's... that's odd. [ He begins flipping through the fabrics, a little frantically. ] Did you see what I was just holding? That banner, with a deer on it? Where did it go?
[ And why would he hallucinate about a fight like that? Claude's never been in more than a brief scuffle or two in his entire life. He pinches at the bridge of the nose. ]
I swear I'm losing my mind.
iii. groundhog day.
[ One day, Claude wakes up and realizes that his quiet little life, every day much like the last, is beginning to feel... strange. When he steps out early in the morning, the birds are no longer chirping. His horse in the stable seems oddly unsettled, stamping her hooves and snorting at him, turning her nose up to the feed he pours for her. When he goes to say hello to the neighbour woman he's had a dalliance or two with before (when she's on break with her beau, which happens delightfully frequently), he stops, stock still.
The shop she runs is still there. But the apartment she lives in above it is gone. ]
What the hell... [ He just stands there, still in his pajamas and slippers, staring dumbfoundedly up at it. He's noticed things going missing, of course. But this? An entire home? ] That's... where's Joann?
[ Or maybe you run into him on the last day. In a coffeeshop, looking up from the newspaper as the clock rings precisely noon. He sets down the newspaper and looks at you, across the counter, something grimly frightened in his expression. Across the paper is a large: SEVEN. It's followed by an article explaining it, but it's as flimsy as every other justification he's been able to come up with. ]
...what happens when we reach zero?
[ Maybe you'll stay with him, until then. If it's the end of the world, nobody deserves to be alone. Not even a cad like him. ]
iv. wildcard.
[ Shoot for the stars! If you'd like me to rustle up a custom starter, or to plot with me about assumed AU backstory, feel free to contact me on my plotting comment here, on the discord, or hit me up on plurk @ wisdombitch!