💤 Linhardt von Hevring

"Please wake me when the war ends."

A noble of the Adrestian Empire and heir to House Hevring, Linhardt is known as one of the most brilliant minds at Garreg Mach, not that he’ll admit it. He's a scholar obsessed with the study of crests and ancient magic, though he’d much rather be sleeping under a tree than standing in front of a classroom. Intelligent, yes, but lazy by choice. He’s the kind of person who sees through everything but doesn’t always bother to say it out loud.

Linhardt’s charm lies in his complete disinterest in appearances. He doesn’t care for status, drama, or formalities. If something’s inefficient or pointless, he’ll say so. If you ask him for help, he might grumble, but he’ll do it anyway, because, in his own quiet way, he cares more than he lets on.

He’s honest, often to a fault, with a dry, understated wit that surfaces when you least expect it. Don’t expect grand declarations of affection, but if he stays awake in a conversation with you, that’s saying a lot.

☁️。゚・☆・゚。☁️

"Magic is simple. People are the problem."
"If I ignore it long enough, maybe it’ll solve itself."
"I’ll help... but only because the alternative sounds exhausting."

☁️。゚・☆・゚。☁️


Linhardt is at his best in quiet moments, sharing a book in silence, arguing about some obscure magical theory, or watching the stars with someone who doesn’t mind long pauses. He may never be the first to act, but he’s the one who always notices the things no one else does.

If you can handle the naps, the snark, and the refusal to participate in 90% of group activities, you might just find that he’s someone worth keeping around.