Fandom FE3H RP Auditions

[Crooked Compass]

"This experience is critical."
Here, you can audition for the character you'd like to be in the roleplay (including OCs sent to the character sheet thread). I accept RPers based on their ability to be in character, not necessarily their writing skill, so try not to stress too much about that aspect. The current character limit is two canon characters and one OC.
Here are the audition rules:

1. Basic spelling, punctuation, and grammar
We all make mistakes, but this audition should be an example of what it's like to RP with you. Please use quotation marks for dialogue, periods and commas where they need to be, not an excess of punctuation, no run-on sentences, etc. Don't forget to break up your post so it's readable, of course, and any formatting should be used wisely (i.e. don't use bright yellow font for your entire post).

2. Stay in character
Writing characters as OOC can be fun for some and in the right situations, but that situation is not here. I'm trying to gauge how well you stick to the canon character or your OC character sheet, so deviating wildly from it is going to give me the wrong impression. In addition, please don't lean too heavily on any ships in your audition. You don't know if the person RPing that character will ship what you do, so I need to see that you can portray that character without the ship if that is the case.

3. Give a good sample
While two lines is the minimum for the in-RP post length, it's not going to cut it here. I need to see that you can portray the character you want to write as, and something that small isn't enough to showcase that. You don't have to write a set amount, but three to five paragraphs is a good estimate. That aside, your audition can be pre- or post-timeskip. And if you aren't accepted, this is not personal! Your character voice may still be in development or your RP ability may need some refining. We've all been there! A declined audition is an opportunity to improve, nothing more.

4. When You'll Hear Back
Usually, it's same-day, but I work full-time, so it can sometimes be a day or two after you audition that I answer. Also, I do live in EST, so I might just be sleeping. I do that sometimes.​

 

[Crooked Compass]

Hubert von Vestra audition (as an example):
It is true that Hubert would do anything for Her Majesty without question, and he never held doubt that his place was at her side no matter her path. But returning to the monastery, Hubert found an abhorrent wave of nostalgia would rise in him now and again. The time of carefree innocence was long gone for him, and yet… He worked late into the night reviewing reports from his network in the field, digging deeper into the sparse intel on those who slither in the dark, new dark magics to turn against the foes of Her Majesty.

It was far too late. Hubert should return to his quarters to rest before even coffee could not pull tomorrow from the depths. But he afforded himself a final round about the monastery all the same. For security, despite the best efforts of these grounds to drag up every rose-colored moment of his time here as a student.

"Hm." The hum was the only possible indication that the arena called up memories of Caspar and his excessive shouting, a lesson learned in sparing a measure of protective oversight for someone other than Her Majesty. And a poor one at that. No risks present, more importantly. He turned the corner down toward Bernadetta’s room where she was now, no doubt. He remained fascinated at her ability to faint standing up—though she had come a long way since and he’d never needed to address such a situation again. Still, she relied on the embroidered flower to find him less terrifying. He chuckled darkly to himself in the night at the thought. "I have endured far worse for less."

And it was admittedly a feat that the flower, of all things, had survived the war thus far. A testament to her attentive craftsmanship joined with his fastidious nature, Hubert supposed.

The narrow passage to the right of the greenhouse entrance at the end of these quarters was a serious point of weakness in the monastery’s defenses for its easy cover. Tonight, it provided cover for only a stray cat and Hubert turned again past the fishing pond, the market, the stables… And with each place assessed as secure, Hubert again endured the weakness of fond memories. They were at war and could afford no distractions in the field. To get these thoughts out of the way, it was best to clear them out here where the risk was less severe. And to all the world save for those who knew him best, his stern expression betrayed nothing of his warmer thoughts.

Soon, Her Majesty’s new world would be realized. His hands would be even more bloodied, his heart fully darkened, but she would shine enough light that the people could afford such flights of fancy without senseless oppression from outdated traditions. Coming to a stop before his own quarters, Hubert retired for the evening at a nearly reasonable hour. "I will be more cautious tomorrow," he assured himself to an empty room. He would have to keep his word unless he wanted a repeat of Linhardt coming across him fainting from overexertion. Hubert, too, had come a long way since his days as a student and learned enough to prevent such a lapse in judgment.

 

[Icee]

((Sorry for taking so long, I simply was nervous. I get that way about auditions at times. Anyways, here goes nothing.

PS: I'm doing Pre Timeskip for now. If you want me to do a Post Timeskip sample I can do that. I just felt doing an Academy scene would suit best. Another bit of background is that this is a Golden Deer Route. Hopefully the writing isn't too heavily leaning on Byleth being there.))

Claude von Reigan Audition:
It was early morning on a typical day at the academy. Soon it would be time to attend class with the new professor. However, Claude found himself silently reflecting as he got himself ready for the day, being half-asleep on account that he had probably celebrated a little too much last night.
Yesterday's mission really was something else. Sure, it was the House vs. House matchup, a time where everyone would be showing their skills anyway but what was displayed last night by their professor was something else. Claude was always one for brewing up a strategy. True, it wasn't always within the rules but it was a strategy to win - to carve his own, peaceful, way through. Sure, last night's battle was only for fun and not a war but it really put things into perspective, just how much he still had to go to acheive his goals. The Golden Deer House would not have won without Byleth's assistance. There was something about them that was special and somehow important to the times that undoubtedly were ahead of them all. Something that would be essential to his dream of building a united Fodlan for everyone to be a part of.
Claude was never a fan of the typical noble way of life, despite being a noble of two bloodlines himself. Nobles were always so stuffy about trivial things - good manners, proper attire, making sure everything was pristine and perfect. In a sense, it reminded him of the people who disliked him in his childhood. Hated him just for a mixed bloodline. In some ways, Edelgard and Dimitri behaved like them. Focused on preserving a bloodline, preserving tradition...never seeking to change what was set in stone. It made it difficult to interact with them at times.
Claude knew next to nothing about their professor, however. Their Crest was unusual. Their whole air was unusual. People said that they had the power of the goddess. But really was that all? Somehow simply beleiving in that wasn't enough for him either. There was something more to it. There was their own intuition as well, Claude knew. And that was what drew Claude to them, feeling their help would be absolutely critical to acheiving his dream. With their help, Claude could bring many noble lines together.
The students were all prime examples of this. So many noble bloodlines packed into one academy and yet almost every student had some sort of attraction to the professor, himself included. And it was more than the "you're my teacher and I trust you" thing too. Like...a geniune, person to person trust. Honestly it was a lot for someone who barely spoke a word outside of lectures...
Placing his thoughts about their professor aside for the time being, Claude noticed that it was getting to be almost time for breakfast. Not wanting to end up missing it before lecture time, he began making his way towards the dining hall, silently strategizing for the times ahead.
He almost knocked over another one of those toxins he was working on, on his way out, barely catching the glass before it would shatter on the floor.
Good catch. He would hate to deal with another bout of craziness with those...

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[dog_teeth]

Ps. finished Joan's OC sheet too

| Joan |

Morning couldn't come any sooner. The darkness of midnight had begun retreating at the arrival of the dawn, turning its inky blackness into a pallette painted with shades of purple, blue, and bright orange. Joan huffed as she looked up towards the dimming stars, her wet nose twitching as the scent of morning dew began gathering on the cobblestone streets of the monastery. She walks to the exit of the alleyway smothered between the stables and walls, ignoring the sharp whinny of surprise a stationed horse shrills at the sight of her monstrous form enclosed in the shadows.

"Shh," she hushes it with a growl tinged by annoyance, "It's just me, you old fool."

The horse relaxes at the sound of warped and clumsy words coming from a mouth of teeth and jowls, a single, clawed and hairy finger raised before darkened lips and a canid nose. The old stallion nickers quieter, fear replaced by joy as Joan's form shrinks, turned from a beast to little more than a human as she pulls at the straps of the uniform stored in a hidden cache behind crates over her exposed form, sighing with relief when the chill of the early morn is kept at bay with the warmth of the church uniform. She sometimes wonders what Seteth would do if someone caught her skulking about. Given that this is a monastery housing teenagers, an age group infamous for not listening to curfew and having a knack for fooling around in the very same kind of alleys she patrols, she wonders the odds that one has not yet caught sight of the other, more beastly and furry side of her during a patrol. Then again, Joan thinks to herself, I would not be very good at my job, much less a very good Dogkin if I were to let myself be caught by nosy teens.

There have certainly been some close calls, mostly with the gatekeeper (bless his innocent, blushing soul that one time he caught her changing back. the poor man had been investigating the sound she made by accidentally knocking into a bucket) or with wandering teens who had gotten the fright of their life when faced with glowing eyes and a demonic growl. A smirk comes to her face as she pats the stallion's muzzle, remembering the thrill and satisfaction of seeing them flee. She's become something of an urban legend, the Demon of Garreg Mach, and it always pleases her to abuse that fear by terrifying students that wander past curfew hours. Seteth had given her an earful when he found out that she'd been terrorizing students, but she rebutted that it was effective for keeping them in their dorms during night hours. So, with an unofficial church seal of approval, taking to acting as a jumpscare to rebellious students had become the one highlight for her long night hours. But pranks get old quickly, and the adrenaline and joy that filled her from shaking students have long since died. Joan's teeth grind together, feeling a surge of thrill run through her veins and tickle her nails, short and worn from teething, into something more reminiscent of claws as she remembers the thrill of the hunt, of battle. Too many times has she imagined what it would be like to jump from the shadows and sink her claws into an unknowing victim. Feel true fear and surprise seep from their body like an expensive perfume. She tells herself that it's not unusual to have random thoughts such as these, but she knows better. She's grown bored of monastery life. Of life in general, and in these quiet wee hours of the first daylights, where she isn't occupied, where she has a moment unhindered by social callings or responsibilities, when she can gaze into herself and recognize what's truly there, she sees it. She's craving something more. Something she can never have. She doesn't want to say it, for fear that she may crave it even more, and make these bottled feelings spill over and translate into something abhorrent.

When she stares at the sky once more it's become bright with white clouds and yellows and reds, spilled over by a baby blue sky as the church bells toll and the first workers rise to begin their craft. She sighs once more and rubs her eyes, patting the horse gently when he nuzzles her face with that impossibly soft snout. She will walk on once again. The time for thinking is over. Now she must step into the daylight once again, and prepare for this new, repeating tomorrow.

 

[Crooked Compass]

((Sorry for taking so long, I simply was nervous. I get that way about auditions at times. Anyways, here goes nothing.

PS: I'm doing Pre Timeskip for now. If you want me to do a Post Timeskip sample I can do that. I just felt doing an Academy scene would suit best. Another bit of background is that this is a Golden Deer Route. Hopefully the writing isn't too heavily leaning on Byleth being there.))

No problem! It's natural to be nervous about an audition. Pre-timeskip is fine too!

You have a good grasp on Claude, I'd just be mindful of other characters too (i.e. Edelgard is firmly against tradition, not for it). My only feedback for future reference is to turn on spellcheck wherever you make posts to catch the little things that happen to all of us and avoiding very small font sizes like the one on your audition for readability's sake. With all that in mind, you're accepted as Claude!

 

[Crooked Compass]

Ps. finished Joan's OC sheet too

She reminds me of the laguz from FE: Radiant Dawn/Path of Radiance, I love that! The only suggestion I would make for her profile is something on orientation once you have that decided (just for reference for anyone who may or may not want to plot out a romance with your character, that kind of thing). You did a good job depicting several aspects of her personality in the one post, and I like the touch of the Demon of Garreg Mach. It's a good bit of world immersion and doesn't feel forced. And the expensive perfume analogy is on-point. Accepted!

 

[Icee]

Ah, I am sorry about the font. I use mobile and I thought it looked neater. And I apologize if Edelgard's descriptions were skewed. I haven't played Black Eagles firsthand yet but I do know what happens. I'm glad that you found my audition good to go!

 

[Kitsune2202]

(Doing pre-timeskip if that's alright)

'Will they ever learn?' Onyxtria thought to herself as she watched Hilda expertly pass off her daily chores, as usual, to some poor unsuspecting soul. Truth be told she didn't feel bad for them. Sure the girl was pretty and charming, but anyone who couldn't tell what she was doing simply wasn't listening to her. They were so focused on the bat of her eye lashes and the sway of her body to realize what was happening. How did she know it was distraction and not genuine stupidity? The moment Hilda would walk away the realization would set in and you could see how they'd curse themselves while feeling honor bound to keep their word. They knew they'd been tricked, but still didn't mind because they knew she'd come talk to them again another day. Apperently being graced with her presence was enough for them. Boys...good grief. It was a tragic cycle that honestly she was personally glad not to be a part of anymore. She used to have to be at Hilda's every beck and call, but not anymore. Mostly due to Hilda finding entertainment elsewhere, but also she had a new sort of position. She was almost like her body guard. Not that Hilda needs protecting, but it's not as if she would ever let anyone believe otherwise. It was one of her more infuriating traits. That weak helpless girl routine to stay in the back lines, when in reality if she put her mind to it she would be an excellent warrior like her brother. To have all the freedom, opportunity, and ability in the world, just to squander it. She shook the thought from her head as she saw the pink haired beauty approach her with a pout on her face.

"Come on, what's wrong what's with the face?" Hilda prodded.

"This is my face Hilda I don't know why you always think something is wrong." Onyxtria sighed rolling her eyes to the side.

"Nope there is some extra grump in your cup today. I know! Is it because you're on kitchen duty today? I could help you out of it you know." The pinkette grinned.

"No!" She shouted back more flustered and louder then she intended. She took a moment to clear her throat, "I don't need that I will be fine."

"It's not you I'm worried about, it's the fact you'll poison the lot of us." She giggled playfully before running away from an embarrassed Onyxtrian glare.

Once she was gone she grumbled under her breath..."My cooking isn't that bad..." She loved food, especially sweets, but she always seemed to set something on fire. Maybe today she'd get lucky and paired with someone who actually knew what they were doing like Dedue. the main issue, was she was always trying to prepare Almyan recipes, and she didn't know many. Back when she was younger in her home country her focus wasn't on such domestic niceties. Now such things were all she could cling to if she wanted to remember home. Her gaze wondered up towards the bright sky. This was a beautiful place, but it would never be home. Her heart would never find rest here, and her soul would always long for something it could never have again. She was now bound to this place, to her, and her house. While she'd stopped hating Hilda for it a long time ago, the feeling of some red strong of fate tying them together never faded. If anything with them both being sent to the academy made it stronger. She ot to watch other students who were here of their own free will, students who had a boundless and limitless future...and then there was her.

Before her thoughts could sink any deeper she was accidentally knocked into by a rushing Petra.

"Oh sorry friend! We must be going now or we will be late! Come, we will go together to class." She smiled and ushered her to follow her with a wave. Onyxtria simply nodded and bushed off her shoulder hiding her slight smile before following her. They weren't in the same class, but it was the same direction. She could use the distraction of class right now.

Class was the only time she felt right. This was what she'd been raised to be around. Maybe not in a academy setting like this, but learning battle strategy, and how to properly wield and use weapons. This was her bread and butter. This would be what slowly bringers her closer to a future where she could be her true self. She couldn't help but think back to her father during certain lesson especially anything dealing with the Axe, as it was his primary weapon, and the first one he'd shown her how to wield. She twirled her fingers gently around her red ribbon attached to her hair. One of the few trinkets she had from before she was captured and brought to this land. She was deep into her nostalgia today that not even though rowdiness that was her fellow golden deer classmates could snap her out of it. Thinking of her mothers home cooked meals, and the pride that came with their family name. Some days the loss was still more then she could bare, but most days she kept it all inside. If Hilda or anyone else did notice Onyxtria's stand off personality kept anyone from asking. She preferred it that way. If she had no friends in this land it would be easy to leave it one day if given the chance. And dear Goddess did she want that chance. Thing was now she didn't even know who to pray to for such a miracle.

 

[Crooked Compass]

(Doing pre-timeskip if that's alright)

Perfectly fine! I love the exchange with her and Hilda, and you did a good job with both of them. Your word choice is fantastic too! The only two things I'd keep an eye on is including commas where you need them (i.e. "Truth be told, she didn't feel bad for them"; "This is my face, Hilda, I don't know"; "Once she was gone, she grumbled") to make it easier to read and small typos that spellcheck won't catch (i.e. "strong of fate", "bringers her closer"). Nothing major by any stretch of the imagination! You're accepted.

 

[Kitsune2202]

Thank you! I'm sorry, I've always struggled with grammar (even in college). I shall try to keep working on it!

 

[avira]

| out of character |
Considering that I've only finished Azure Moon, I'm going to try auditioning for both Ingrid and Felix here. Hope that's okay!

| in character |​

Ingrid huffed as she sped through the courtyard, admonishing herself for losing track of time. "Hurry Felix," she called behind her to her fellow classmate. "I don't want to see you be late again." Felix's steps quickened, betraying the feigned look of apathy on his face. "Just like you to worry about me and not yourself. And for once, being late won't even be my fault," he mused, playfully.

A twinge of guilt rolled across Ingrid's face. He was right, if they were late it really would be her fault. "That is precisely why I will not see you be late to the Professor's tactics lecture," she declared with a newfound determination. Ingrid grabbed Felix's arm, dragging him into step with her. She navigated them through stacked crates, patches of congregated students, and a particularly slow-moving Hanneman. Felix was always amazed at how stubborn Ingrid could be off the battlefield, yet how agile when needed. Especially in a girl who ate as much as she did.

"We didn't have to help her, you know," Felix reminded Ingrid, hoping to slow their journey by a hair.

As he expected, Ingrid repeated her mantra. "It is the duty of every knight to help a civilian in need."

"Even if that need is just carrying groceries?"
"Even if that need is just carrying groceries."
"She could have done it by herself."
"She's 86, Felix!"
"Fine. But... did we have to stay for the cookies?"

Ingrid's lack of a reply was all the satisfaction Felix needed. He loved to find chinks in her proverbial armor, they served as a reminder that she wasn't the perfect knight everyone else saw her as. Though he'd never admit it, Felix had always admired Ingrid's integrity and devotion to her knightly calling. Still, it was difficult to not see her as the girl who would run to him crying because she scraped her knee in the play yard. In all honesty, Felix wasn't sure if he would ever be able to not see Ingrid in that way. Perhaps that was why he always offered to accompany her on her trips into the town (though never that politely) or why he pushed her so hard when they trained.

Ingrid didn't dare look at the smugness she imagined radiated from Felix's face. He'd always been like this, always picking on her and teasing her, ever since they were young. Felix somehow knew exactly how to get under Ingrid's leather-thick skin and as hard as she tried, she could never truly hide her annoyance from him. It was lost in these thoughts that they turned the corner towards the Blue Lions Room, destination finally within reach.

The incredulous look on Ingrid's face when they entered the Blue Lions room was priceless. The room was empty, save for a book Ashe must have left on his desk. "Where is everyone?" she asked aloud, looking around as if she might find them all hiding behind a bookcase. "Read the note," answered Felix. He handed her a small piece of paper that had been affixed to the door.

"Cancelled?!"

Her exclamation was met with Felix's roaring laughter.

 

[Szulu]

(Hopefully I got her right, I wanted to depict the less rational, childish side of Lysithea in this, but I'm a little worried it wasn't just right... We really don't get many opportunities to see her vulnerable in the game. But I digress, hopefully this is at the very least fun to read.)


Pre-Timeskip --- Lysithea
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“Miss Ordelia, it’s past curfew what are you doing in the library?”
Lysithea startled, looking up from her book and at the tall green haired man as his words registered. She glanced out the window. Complete darkness.
“Studying. I must have lost track of time, instructor. I’ll be on my way.” Internally she berated herself for not noticing the hour. It was only just last week that Claude had found her breaking curfew and if he heard about another slip up so soon after she wouldn't hear the end of it.

Wait…. Claude… Library…

“See that you are. I will not tolerate any more rule breaking.” Seteth turned to leave, “I expect you to be out of the library by the time I return.” The door closed behind him the sound in that moment seeming to seal her fate.
For a moment she stayed completely still, almost in disbelief at her situation, the only noise was the steady sound of Seteth’s departing footsteps. Finally even those faded into the night. The silence felt oppressive, and she was filled with the sudden irrational need to fill it, “There are no g-ghosts in the library Lysithea.” She spoke aloud as she hastily gathered her things trying and failing to calm her nerves. “Claude just said that to torment you, don't give him the satisfaction.” It wasn’t a long walk back to the dorms but maybe if she ran… No if she ran then he would also have won… Stupid Claude telling her the library was haunted, a few weeks ago the late nights in the library weren’t a problem.
“I am not a child. It's just a walk back to my room.” Riding on false confidence she walked through the door. Obstinately refusing to look behind her as she made her way down the hall.
She had just passed professor Hanneman's office when she heard it. A pain filled moaning noise. ‘GHOST!’
At this point she abandoned all pretenses and broke into full sprint. She took the stairs down, two at a time, practically falling down them in her haste.
Aghostaghostaghost-
Her thoughts entirely incoherent, she rounded the corner blindly, vision tunneled ahead in blind panic. Her escape was not to be however as all forward motion was brought to a sudden stop as she was pulled suddenly backwards.
Itcaughtheritcaughther
“Miss Ordelia, no running in the halls.” She was turned bodily around to face the ghost, her legs shaking and every instinct telling her to run.

Seteth’s stern gaze met her panicked fearful one. Oh thank the Goddess, he wasn't a ghost. Just an annoyed teacher. Relief crashed into her like a wave making her legs feel suddenly weak.

Seteth raised his brow but patiently waited for her to compose herself, politely ignoring the misty eyes and hasty breaths.
“Care to explain yourself Miss Ordelia?” The girl flinched back at his words, glancing quickly at the stairs before snapping back to his face.
“I heard something moaning upstairs… It may have frightened me a bit.”
Seteth let out a long sigh, his hand dragging across his face in exasperation, “I believe I told you that there was to be no more rule breaking.” The girl let out an aborted noise in protest, but couldn't find any real argument against him. “I’ll have to walk you back to your room to make sure you don't break anymore tonight.”
Surprised Lysithea looked up at him trying to keep the hope out of her voice and failing miserably, “R-really?”
“Yes come along now.”

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Standing in front of her room, Lysithea looked up at the older man, “Apologies for the trouble instructor.”
With another deep sigh he waved her apology away, “I have but one question. Tell me, were you near the nurses office when you heard such a noise?”
…
She nodded, blush creeping across her face as she came to a rather embarrassing conclusion. It wasn’t even a real ghost. Of course not that was just Claude getting in her head, of course it would be-
“Manuela. Drinking again…” his annoyed mutterings all but confirmed it for her as he walked away not even sparing a glance back.
Closing the door to the room she felt incredibly tired, collapsing on the bed without even taking off her uniform.

‘Cake’ she decided. Claude owed her cake.