Byleth was walking towards the library when they saw someone in a black coat walking with a stack of books in front of their face.
"What is that fool doing walking like that." Sothis spoke up watching through Byleth's eyes. "Don't they know that..."
Before she could finished the coated individual tripped. "Ahhh!"
"That they could trip." Sothis sighed as Byleth walked over to them and offered them a hand up.
"Thanks." The individual said taking the Professor's hand.
They where a young man in the early to mid twenties, his eyes where purple and besides the strange design on his coat his azure color hair would catch most people's attention.
"Ah man what a mess." The coated man said scratching the back of his head, looking down at the mess of books.
"Need help?" Byleth asked.
"I would appreciate that. Thanks." But before the two could start picking up the books a familiar voice yelled out.
"What's going on here?" A green haired man asked coming to investigate the source of the noise, only to pinch the bridge of his nose upon seeing the azure haired man. "I should have known it was you."
"Oh hay Seteth, what's up?" The coated man asked to focused on picking up the tomes.
Seteth let out a sigh at that response before he noticed Byleth helping with the books. "Professor Eisner, I'm sorry that you got dragged into helping Morgan pick up his mess."
"Morgan?" Byleth asked not knowing the name.
"Oh right sorry I forgot to introduce myself." The coated man said a he stood up and reached his hand to Byleth. "I am Morgan Lowell, current tactician to the Knights of Seiros."
The Professor then stood up as well and shook the Tactician's hand. "Byleth Eisner."
"Nice to finally meet the Professor that everyone is talking about." Morgan said breaking the hand shack. "I heard that your quite the tactician yourself. I would love to compare strategies and notes if you don't mind."
The Professor just nodded in response.
"Well you two can do that after you clean up." Seteth said turning around to leave.
Once Rhea's Right Hand was out of ear shot Morgan picked up his stack of books. "Man and I thought Frederick was uptight." The tactician said under his breath before turning towards the Professor. "Well let's take these books to my room and I'll pull out my journals when we put these up."
Byleth just picked up their stack and began to fallow him.
Stats
Morgan Lowell
Personal Ability: Rightful Tactician- Increases skill activation and chance to not use durability when using a Combat Art by 10%
Unique Class(s): Noble, Tactician Lord
Canon Class Line: Tactician, Grandmaster
Crest: None
Favored Skills: Sword, Reason, Lance, Authority
Unfavored Skills: Faith, Axe, Brawling
Budding Skill: Riding
Learnt Magic (Reason):
D = Miasma
D+ = Mire
C = Luna
C + =
B = Dark Spikes
B+ =
A = Grima's Truth
A+ =
Learnt Magic (Faith):
D = Heal
D+ = Nosferatu
C = Recovery
C+ =
B =
B+ =
A =
A+ =
Personal Information
Birthday: 5th of The Harpstring Moon
Age: 23
Height: 175 cm
Personal History:
Intrest: Tactics, Reading
Likes: His family, Bear Meat, Tactics, Bugs, Bonds
Dislikes: Destiny, Roaches, Pranks
Status: Tactician of The Knights of Seiros
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A.N: You know that feeling that not only do you have two other fanfics but your own personal writings and you just start something when you're half asleep? Yah that's this fic in a nutshell
Anyway I will most likely continue this with Male Morgan Supports and then start Female
Next Chapter: Female Byleth Support
P.S: Morgan is Chrom's son if it wasn't obvious.