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OUT of CHARACTER
Name: Macey
Other characters: none!

IN CHARACTER
Name: Hubert Oswell
Fandom: Tales of Graces f
Canon point/AU: Post-game
Journal:broadsidewaltz
PB: n/a
History: wiki link!

Presentation: At first glance, Hubert looks sharp and stoic. And honestly, he does all he can to come off that way (it does quite help that he was a Lieutenant of the military back home). He's a no-nonsense type who isn't easy to trust others, as evidenced from how he reacts to finally joining his brother's ragtag group, and that cold front makes it rather difficult to befriend him. In fact, multiple times does he outright claim that two of their party members are outright suspicious, accusing them of withholding their pasts and origins. He's always overthinking-- planning his next move, and honestly, one can attribute it to worrying. In fact, it probably is.

Despite how cold he appears, however, Hubert is always thinking of the best for the group, in his funny little way. He challenges his brother to a second duel (the first, he had all but destroyed his brother in combat) once he joins up with them, to allow him the opportunity to redeem himself and defeat him. He offers to write up daily teamwork schedules, to regiment the party's training. He never outright admits it, but he tends to fuss over the people he cares about in his distinct, organized way.

However, he's extremely easy to fluster. When things are lighthearted and more fluffy, especially in issues of friendship and romance, one can truly get into how easily Hubert gets tipped off his serious rocker. Although he's still as mistrusting as always, once someone worms their way into his heart, they can truly get him embarrassed. Being raised by the Oswell family, his adoptive father hungry for political power, had him mostly stunted emotionally. He's not quite sure how to express his sentiments and can often come off as quite blunt or even embarrassed when there's someone he cares about on the other end of the line.

Motivations: More than anything, is Hubert determined to succeed. From his childhood he knew that he would never amount to any position of power, as he was the second son and, on top of that, was given up for adoption to the Oswell family. There's a stubbornness inside of him that fights against that idea, and over those seven years until he sees his brother again, is he training rigorously in the military. Even though he eventually gets over antagonizing his brother, one can still see his drive to excel. One could even call him an overachiever in that regard.

At the same time, he's not all that different from when he was a child. Although he's not quite as cowardly and definitely not whimpering, Hubert still worries. He worries extremely much about those he cares about, and he takes as many measures as he can for their well-being. When his brother worried about the slight possibility of having to kill a friend and denied the idea of it, Hubert decided if it came down to it, he would kill said friend in his brother's place to spare him the guilt of it.

Even farther beneath the surface is a hotblooded young man who refuses to let anyone else make the same mistakes that he did. In his anger to his biological father for giving him up, he never came in contact with him. Unfortunately, he couldn't even do so after, given he was now dead. Upon running into another young man in a side-quest of the game who refused to speak to his parents again, Hubert exploded. He demanded the man communicate with his family, before it was too late, and it was clear his regretful feelings were pouring in his demands. Hubert is not normally that outwardly passionate towards strangers, but it seemed that he projected his own feelings onto the situation and couldn't take it anymore. Those sorts of outbursts would certainly be rare, and highly unexpected.

Setting: Hubert will not be completely disoriented, given there's an island on his home world dedicated to proving one's worth through rigorous battles, all taking place in a stadium. However, there's a big difference between the entertainment found there and the one here. Over there, it's something more of a Coliseum minus the bloodshed- a battle to defeat human competitors and to kill monsters unleashed. The Games, however, are certainly more rigorous- expecting death, and one victor to rise above the rest. Hubert would be all for the experience and training the Games offered if they weren't so orchestrated, and if they didn't encourage killing as they did. As it is, he would likely feel there would be something inherently wrong with the Games, and would also likely join any efforts to rebel against them. However, he'll probably be extremely discreet about it, and he may not be able to put his full trust in others with the same goal. Simultaneously, the Games themselves will be taxing on him, even if he's already used to killing others-- he's never been in an environment quite like this.

SAMPLES
First Person Thread: For Tributes: You have just been killed in your first arena. It was violent, messy, and unexpected. And just as suddenly you wake back up in a very cold, very medical room. After a few moments of silence, a voice comes up over the speakers.

"Please use the device to the right to record your current feeling on your loss. Once you are finished, someone will be along to take you back to the Capitol." On cue, a small recording device starts to chirp at your side.

It is quite clear that you will be staying in the room until you make that recording.

[ Gathering his bearings was the hard part, especially considering he didn't think he'd ever wake again. With fatal injuries like that... immediately, he rose to a sit, hands feeling all over his chest, his arms, his stomach, even his back. And yet, no wound to be found. Not even scarring tissue.

He felt uneasy at that, an unsettled suspicion as he immediately wondered just how they had managed to restore him so well. But there wasn't time to think further, not with the message that suddenly cut through the silence of the cold, clinical room just as he was reaching for his glasses.

'Record his current feeling on his loss', huh? That felt off as well, and Hubert wasn't sure he wanted to say anything. Sliding his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he furrowed his brow. After all, what was there to say? He had lost, he had been killed. He could practically feel his gut twist in remembrance of the overwhelming fear, the pain of it. But it was only a ghost of a feeling.

But finally, he spoke. ]

There isn't much to say that isn't already clear. [ His words were carefully chosen, though. It was obvious in his tone of voice. ] I lost. Although it is disappointing, I can assure you that this won't happen again.

[ -- With an air of finality. After all, he needs to train and become stronger. Similarly, though, he could only find himself relieved that he didn't come across any familiar faces. In a game like this, that would only complicate things. In fact, being the only one here was probably best.

Even if a part of him really missed them. ]

Prose: You have been set in a room in front of the Gamemakers to be judged on a score of one to twelve, with one being the lowest and twelve being the highest. The Gamemakers sit safely behind a force field and watch, and you are provided with an array of weapons and targets, though no gun to be seen.

If you are a new tribute, you have been plucked from home and rushed in here with only a brief explanation of what is going on: You are about to enter an arena death match that only one person will make it out of, and impressing these people will help you live.

The atmosphere was tense. No, rather, Hubert himself was tense. Without more than the idea that he was about to enter the fight of his life, and the apparent need to impress, he was thrust in this room. There were the ones he presumed judges of his ability, hiding away and watching him curiously. After all, he was a little scrawny, and but a seventeen-year-old boy. What would he do? What could he do?

Immediately his gaze caught the weapons, and after peering at the judges one last time, he stalked towards it with all the intent in the world. Maces, knives, axes, spears, blades, bows and the according arrows. Every weapon imaginable, the cold steel running under his fingers. Which one would he take? He hadn't been without his dual-blade in some time. Impulsively, he gripped the spear. He could work with that.

The dummies stood there, lifeless, and he made his move. Quickly he dashed, using the speed as leverage to effortlessly side-step the first target, slicing its head. The spear was a little heavier and longer than his usual weapon, and he nearly stumbled- he best swing less hard next time, he reckoned. With that in mind, he made for the second by twisting on his heel and thrusting the blade of his spear into its chest. Fatal wounds. Hubert knew that with real people, it would be much more difficult to get to their vital points if they had any aptitude at all. However, for this, he could afford to show off. In fact, that was what was being asked of him, so he would gladly do it.

He almost looked like he was dancing as he side-stepped once more, a third dummy meeting its end as he twirled the weapon in his hands, slicing deep into its side. There were a couple more left, but at a farther distance. If they were live enemies, it would be unwise to charge in, he reminded himself as he did just that. Dropping to his knees he let himself skid along the floor as he gripped the spear with both hands, offering a heavy swing with the blade, enough to sever that dummy's legs. Immediately he pushed to a stand, close enough to another to this time slash across the next one's chest.

Finally, there was a last one, quite a ways away- and with but a glance Hubert threw the spear, the weapon piercing through the last dummy's head and remaining there. A quick scope around the room told him there were no more to use, and so instinctively he eyed the judges with his sharp gaze, before but a nod to indicate he was done here.

And so, turning tail, he made to leave the room- feeling his heart thudding with apprehension, but there was determination there as well. Determination to win, and above all? Live.

What is your character scored: Hubert would likely score an 8, or a 9. From rigorous training in the military, to his book-smarts, he's definitely an opponent to be wary of. Although he is most at ease with the dual-blade, a weapon he will not have access to, his training allows adaptability with different tools of the trade. As proven ingame, Hubert is good with the blade, pistols, and even has some ease with a bow and arrow.

In terms of powers, back in their home world, Hubert had the ability to harness the world's energy (something akin to Mana), called Eleth, to use in certain attacks (named Cryas Artes specifically), and even for a moderately good healing spell. He isn't mainly a magic-user, however, so that isn't where his main talents lie.

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