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Btw, this video is the longer version of the chant (but not the complete version). I rewatched the post match video, and I just realized I’ve missed, perhaps, the most important detail - why Ellie kept looking at the table:

They wrote the names of all the goalscorers on a banana.

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The Sea, the Stars, and the Albatross

Emotions run high as Cosette's grief consumes her, but the others are quick to comfort her. Henrietta and Serafina find common ground in their own pasts. If you like what I've written, consider reblogging or commenting - I love to hear from ya'll!

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Cosette was sobbing.

Loud, racking sobs that seemed to shatter the air around them. Dark clouds rolled in as though called by her grief, dimming the light to a grey haze.

Ethlam had vague memories of a young girl in his clan who had made the mistake of walking past a wolf lost in madness. It had attacked her with foaming jaws, leaving her with no chance of survival. If memory served, they still burnt the body to stop the illness from spreading to scavengers, but mixed the remaining ashes and bits of bone with fresh soil before planting the tree as had been their own custom. 

But in this cold and windswept place, there was little vegetation to be seen. With some of the urgency gone, Ethlam was able to send a few wardens out to a distant copse of trees to find seeds to plant. They returned with some acorns and a few cloistered pine cones. Ethlam picked out the most viable-looking ones for Hanin's burial but placed the rest in a pouch on his side with a sort of reverence.

"We'll mark it on the map." He assured. "Come back to give proper honors."

Robin held Cosette throughout the endeavor, sometimes needing to hold her up to keep her from falling down in grief. A few of the other Grey Wardens seemed slightly put off by the behavior, and Ulrich was outright disdainful of it. As timid as Serafina was, even she thought of saying something to the young prince. But his glare was so intimidating when she tried, her body went rigid and her throat tightened. He stared at her for a few seconds before huffing and looking away.

But Serafina had no reason to stop Cosette; why would she? She had never been able to properly grieve for her mother, so strict was the nest about showing any sort of weakness, even from its staff. She remembered the long nights spent crying over her mother, curled up on her aunt's floor while her cousin whispered for her to muffle the sound with the threadbare blanket they shared. 

And she knew the loss of someone who had settled so deeply into her heart. Even after eight years, the ache for his presence remained, the wish for his protection from the world that cared so little for her plight. How much she missed his laugh, his jokes, and how he teased, always able to pull her back to the light if she fell…

Even if Cosette had only known Hanin for a short time, the way they looked at each other…

"Will you be alright if I stay with her?" Robin asked, concern etched on her face. "Can you handle packing up our tent on your own?"

The answer was immediate, "Of course - I'll take care of it."

Robin smiled warmly at her, tinged with sadness, "It doesn't have to be perfect; just get it all bundled up."

Serafina did her best with it, just managing to attach it to her own pack.  Anxiety crept in as she walked alone, twisting her scarf around her worried fingers. She kept to the side of the group, separating herself from the herd of men that permeated the ranks. Her scarf twisted around her worried fingers, soft and cool.

A vaguely familiar voice called to her, and she recognized Daveth. It seemed he didn't see fit to stay with the other recruits, instead spending all his time with the proper Wardens, seamlessly melting into their ranks.

He grinned as he caught her eye, coming over to walk beside her, "Horrible mess, isn't it?"

Serafina swallowed, her gaze fixed on the small distance between them. She nervously fiddled with her scarf, hoping to distract herself from his presence.

"Always fussing with that, aren't you?" He asked, leaning in to inspect it.

She could smell him; sweat and effort, wind and grass. 

"Old, isn't it?" He asked, "Not a good match at all, that old with someone pretty as you-"

Before he continued, Henrietta popped between them, voice loud and filled with laughter as she chortled, "Oh, Serafina, come here, I want to show you something!" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Serafina's hand and led her to the back of the line.

When they were at the back of the line, Henrietta paused to pull something out of her bag, nothing more than a bag filled with caltrops. Serafina had seen them often, as they were a favored tool of many a Crow. But Henrietta grinned widely, showing her the bag with excitement generally reserved for something much more grand.

"Saw him getting a little too friendly." She whispered, opening the bag up a bit more and holding it up a bit higher, "And saw you going pale."

Serafina traced the lines of the caltrops, her eyes following as they dipped in and out of the shadows.

"I know that look." Henrietta shrugged, "See it a lot in Dust Town."

Henrietta's words seemed quiet and vague, floating in the air around her but not so close as to be heard. She knew she should respond, latching onto a phrase she didn't know, "Dust town?"

Henrietta nodded, "Where the casteless live."

As her heart slowed, the words became clearer. "Casteless?"

"No clan or caste - passes down, you see - mother's side." She grumbled, "As casteless, you're not a person, and we don't even get protected by the law - but they sure will string us up if they get the chance."

Serafina nodded, "Like the alienage."

"See, that's why I like you." This time, her smile was small and a bit sad, "You get it." She paused, adding softly, "Gets you stuck either begging or lawbreaking if you want to eat. Don't let us have businesses or leave Dust Town, so not much else we can do."

Serafina stared at her, slowly beginning to shake her head. Things had always seemed so bad in the alienage, but nothing so awful as that. "That's horrible, Henrietta."

"You said you worked, right?"

She nodded, "Yes, I... I worked for Denerim's arl."

"Some sort of nobility, I bet. A servant, right?"

"Many humans are quite happy with that."

"You're a little stuck yourself, then." She pointed to the tattoo on her ruddy cheek, "Wouldn't have it any other way. Might not be a person, but you can do more good without the laws."

For a fleeting second, Serafina felt a glimmer of a smile, "Sometimes the -" She barely managed to stop herself from saying Crows and quickly amended, "The people I grew up with would do that - going around the laws to do something good. Not many, and not very often - but sometimes."

"Best way." Henrietta crossed her arms over her chest, nodding. "Nobody outside of Dust Town cares what nobles might do to one of our own. So we have to dish out justice ourselves."

"We need people like you." Serafina said.

The grin somehow spread more, and she put her hands on her hips, "That's right! Give me something sharp and people like yours and mine would get bled before they could do anything."

Serafina looked at her question. "Yours and mine?"

"Yeah." Henrietta said with a shrug, "Your guy and my guy."

She had never heard those words quite in that order, but the implication was clear. She wished she could say something better, something with meaning and with heart. But all she could manage was a soft, "Oh…"

Henrietta waved her away, "Happens so much in Dust Town it's not worth much more than that."

Serafina looked down at the scarf, "The alienage, too."

"Don't know much about that." She said, "Don't know much about the surface, had hoped things were different but..." Then, as though they had been speaking of flowers and sunshine, she clapped her hands together, eyes bright and smile wide, "So we're in agreement!"

Serafina squinted at her, “We… are?”

She nodded earnestly, "We hear any talk of that business, we track down the bastard and kill him ourselves."

A month ago, Serafina would have disagreed. Fighting made it worse - there was no sense in making something that couldn't be stopped more difficult.

But… after so long, hadn't she finally done just that? 

She felt herself nod, "Agreed."

Henrietta laughed. "Excellent! Now, let's come up with a name for our team. Give me a couple of days..." She rummaged through her pack and pulled out a bundle of papers. "I'll make a list." And as the words left her lips, her attention shifted to the papers in her hand, mouth moving silently as she thought.

Serafina looked down at the young dwarf. She was so bright and energetic, excited about the prospect of a duo of do-gooders with childlike enthusiasm. 

How young did the Wardens recruit? 

"Don't think that Daveth means any actual harm." Henrietta said after a while, "Might give you some peace, but I know it doesn't matter sometimes." She paused before another smile spread itself on her face, and she scribbled something down, "Fresh?"

"What?"

"Recent."

She suddenly felt very hot and nodded.

"Gets better." She assured before wandering off, still scribbling away.

The chill in the air increased as they walked on, drizzling rain turned into freezing droplets that clung to armor and helmets. Serafina never knew she could feel relief from snowfall. It was still cold, but unlike the soaking rain and clinging ice, it could be shaken off one's shoulders or head. Duncan eventually called for a halt, instructing Ethlam and the other mages to create high and hot fires to keep the company warm. One large fire was made in the center for most of the Wardens to sleep around, with a few smaller fires near the tents. Another fire was positioned farther away for the women to dry their clothes in privacy.

While they waited, Serafina, Robin, Cosette, Henrietta, and Alice piled into one of the large tents. They combined their blankets and arranged their bedrolls closely, creating a surprisingly cozy space. While they waited for their clothes to dry. Robin disappeared momentarily, coming back with a few bottles of wine to pass back and forth between them. Nobody blamed Cosette for drinking the deepest from the bottle whenever it was passed to her, and nobody complained when she was so drunk she needed assistance getting redressed. 

"Getting colder." Robin commented, "I say we all stay here for the night. No sense in being cold."

Alice smiled a bit, "Like a bunch of pups."

"If it works, it works," Henrietta agreed, burrowing under her blanket and giggling with alcohol-driven mirth. "You'll have to drag me out of these covers tomorrow."

Serafina felt the weight of Cosette's head as it dropped against her shoulder. She carefully eased her down to the closest bedroll, "Cosette, too."

Robin nodded, sighing, "Yeah, poor girl."

Henrietta rolled over in the bedding so only her face was exposed, "Gonna strap her on your back, mama?"

Laugher burst out of Robin, "She wouldn't be the first." 

Alice tilted her head back to polish off the last bit of wine, "Mama - that actually fits."

"What can I say?" Robin laughed, "Mama bears run in the family."

"Big family?" Alice asked.

Laughter bubbled up as she said, "Eight brothers!"

Serafina looked down at Cosette as she slept, suddenly feeling exhaustion settling on her shoulders. She wondered how much wine she had drank - she certainly hadn't intended to drink much, but she partook without thinking each time it was passed to her. It made her feel restless, unable to think clearly or move smoothly. But Alice and Robin continued to talk, comparing families and trying to decide if it was worse for Robin with her seven brothers all irritating each other or Alice with her single brother who had only her to torture.

The world blurred as she lay down beside Henrietta, darkening as she pulled the heavy blankets over her. Heavy like the ones in the Arl's estate. Not so plush or soft, true, but so heavy she had to heave them off the bed while doing her morning work. But everything in the beds of nobility was like that. Pillows and mattresses were stuffed with the most delicate of feathers, allowing them to sink deeply into comfort. And the sheets - always so soft and light as she stripped the beds, not even the smallest of picks in the fabric as they smoothed over her fingers.  

But she felt her nose wrinkle as her fingers brushed against a crusted stain. It wasn't as though she'd never seen such a thing, but the sensation of this particular one made her stomach turn, and she hurriedly tossed the entire bundle into the waiting basket. She rolled her neck and shoulders, arching her spine forward and back to soothe her sore muscles. Maid work indeed used different motions than kitchen work. But she had been pulled from the kitchen a few days after she had started working. She would drop the sheets by the laundress, then continue cleaning the bedrooms while the family indulged in their usual elaborate breakfast.

Eyes stared at her from the doorway, and her gasp was much too loud. The apology came in Antivan, flowing out of her. She knew she had done something wrong. It wasn't like in the nest - servants here were meant to be neither seen nor heard, like helpful little ghosts. 

The man laughed at the clumsy apology, "Ah, yes. The new girl from Antiva."

She swallowed, and her heart started to pound, trying to remember how to speak Common.

"Good." His eyes roamed up and down her, "I'm glad I could save you from the heat of the kitchens. Really no place for you."

She tucked her head downward, eyes glued to the floor, "Apologies, I will leave you to-"

"No. Stay."

Serafina grabbed the basket with the sheets, "I apologize that I bothered you. I will leave you to your -"

He didn't say anything else until she went for the door, but he side-stepped to block her, grabbing her wrist and sending the laundry toppling to the ground, "I told you to stay."

The world seemed to shake, almost in a rhythm, as she heard her name being whispered. She was suddenly very alone, wrapped in a chilly darkness. The rhythm intensified a bit, and her eyes snapped open in a gasp. 

A soft voice shushed her, and she felt a gentle hand on her back - rubbing small circles like her mother had once done. She finally recognized Robin's voice, "Just a bad dream, Fina. It's okay, just a bad dream."

Serafina wiped away lingering tears and sat up, surveying the tent. In the darkness, she could see Alice and Cosette sleeping peacefully. On one side, Henrietta's pile of blankets rose and fell with her breathing. On the other side, Robin sat up, easily recognizable by her broad shoulders and short hair.

Serafina looked away, picking at a string on the blanket, "I didn't mean to wake you."

Robin's shoulders shrugged in response, "I woke up with a bad dream myself. Heard you and I thought I'd pull you out of it."

She swallowed - her uncle had once told her she talked in her sleep, always complaining about her nighttime whimpering, "What did I say?"

"Couldn't tell." Robin yawned, "I think you were speaking Antivan, but it was all mumbled." A hand rested on her shoulder, "Had no idea what you were dreaming about. Just didn't sound good."

Tears threatened to resurface, but Serafina managed to stifle them, covering herself again with the heavy blankets. She rested her head on the lumpy pillow of her bedroll.

"We all have bad dreams - especially Grey Wardens." She laid back down with another yawn, "You wake me up if you think I'm having one, okay? I'll do the same for you."

Serafina couldn't stop herself from sniffling - it was that or drip all over the bedding. But she managed to stop the flow of tears as she covered back up, head resting on the bumpy pillow of her bedroll. 

"Deal?" Robin murmured.

The world blurred and quieted again, but now it seemed warm and comforting. Before sleep took her again, she barely managed a soft, "Deal…"

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5. letters between two of your OC’s companions about them

Excerpts from correspondence between Queen Lani Theirin-Cousland and Zevran Arainai. Both passages have been translated from the original Antivan. (featuring surprise guest @atypicalacademic's Chancellor of Ferelden, Sahi Tabris)

"...although we are able to twist their arms by reminding them who killed the archdemon. Half the time the alienage needs any kind of resource I have to say 'give me a non-racist reason' out loud to get them to shut up long enough we can push it through. I'd give Sahi access to the treasury every time it happens but we'd be cleaned out within a week."

"We could always pay you a visit in court. I am sure seeing their hero so angry on behalf of our fellow elves would chide most of them into silence. If not, you are aware my services are always available to you. I'll even throw in a discount!"

8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

An unsigned note with handwriting that matches Kinloch Hold's Senior Enchanter Wynne's. The note has been found shoved hastily in a desk drawer and seems to have been written without intention of sharing.

"I cannot say I've ever expected to pen these words, but thank the Maker Caedan's been proven right. Two long days and Terron's finally awake. Why the other wardens seemed so certain he would perish of his wounds is beyond me. Regardless, it is good to see them all smile again. As to the wounds themselves: Several broken ribs, as I feared. Terron is adamant we not use magic to heal them just yet. There are enough near death that need our attention more. Such a considerate young man. What would we do without him? Another skull fracture, which has already been mended. Hopefully with the blight well and truly at rest his propensity for slamming his head on every surface will cease as well. Cuts and bruising, as can be expected. No infections. He claims not to have dislocated anything. He's popped that shoulder back into place on his own so often I've no choice to consider it a lie until proven otherwise."

7. someone describing a time your OC hurt them

A journal entry from Alice Amell during her time at Skyhold.

"It was him. The little brother they stole from us then took from me. As unbearable - as abusive as the Gallows were, I'm sure we could have survived them together. You heard stories in the city, and Mama looked like she might break when I froze my wine at dinner, but I would see our little brother again. But when the templars came for me, they had already sent him across the sea. I hoped he might be at Skyhold. That the revolution would reunite us at last. I heard about what he did. His name was whispered between pages at lessons and over plates at meals. A veteran of a blight, and here I thought myself impressive for surviving Meredith. The boy following Lady Morrigan around - Kieran - he has our look. His skin and eyes are Chasind, but his cheeks and jaw and the way he stands are Amell. I asked Senior Enchanter Surana after I saw her speaking with him. I should have known from how she hedged her answers how this would go. He came back to me. Our lost brother. Everyone through history will point to the scar in the sky as a miracle, as though Caedan walking into Skyhold couldn't have brought our entire family to their knees. But when I finally approached him, when I told him who I was - I can't forget what his face did. I can't describe it. Walling himself off, from me. He'd grown so much, even taller than Father I think. Did I misremember his eyes? I always thought of them as grey. He was so cold. And his words. I can't - He didn't say as much, but it felt like staring up at a viper. Like if I did anything but turn and leave he'd kill me."

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In light of the post I rebloged immediately before this one, HERE ↑ is my massive list of dragon age OCs, and HERE ↓ is my as-of-yet modest list of baldur's gate OCs.

I will warn you that I haven't finished a bg3 run yet and so I can't speak to what these guys did/would do in any situation much past leaving that first valley. Went to grymforge, then went after the creche bc the only run I've gotten that far with was my Lae'zel romancer.

Once again, a readmore is here so that it doesn't take up the whole dash forever

Nethxori Juwl - tiefling sorcerer, entertainer background, romances Astarion, so so sweet and charismatic but it's a defense mechanism, nasty sense of humor under there, very protective older sister found family energy, focused on not dying, makes many bad choices re: eating tadpoles and taking power offered to her for much the same reason Astarion wants to. "The wounded want power. They think it will keep them from being hurt again."

Valentina "Val" Silvercrumb - gnome rogue, urchin background, romances Karlach, tiny and stabby ice gf + large slashy fire gf more at 7, long rough life prior to this point, generally good natured but terrible at trusting people, does NOT suffer fools, lonely bitch finds community in the weirdest possible place. "Don't call me Tina. Or Tiny. Yeah, Karlach gets to do it because Karlach regularly gives me world-shattering orgasms. Do you do that? No? No stupid nickname."

Ylena ??? - wood elf ranger durge, romances Lae'zel, trying to resist the urge, so so bad with people, always empathetic (tho before the tadpole incident it mostly got expressed as an excessive interest in asking her victims "how does that make you feel?") and often considered defective for it, only notices that she's being weird and off-putting when people point it out to her, doesn't get most jokes, terse but only bc she's making such an effort not to say some weird out of pocket shit. "

Yasuke - this is a placeholder for my eventual paladin wyll romancer who doesn't have a personality yet but is forthcoming

Updated Protagonist List

I'm going to add images to this, so it's going beneath a readmore for length reasons

Wardens

Aridhel Mahariel - bow rogue, romanced Zevran, straightforward dalish who neither understands nor cares about shemlen (or durgenlen) politics, blood magic is probably fine as long as you use it responsibly, anxious and blunt. "Let's focus on stopping the world-ending plague of darkspawn first, and worry about the rest of this bullshit later, hm?"

Saffron Cousland - sword and shield warrior, romanced Alistair, noble in every sense of the word but cheerful and friendly, Queen of Ferelden, Arlessa of Amaranthine (and Highever), killed Rendon Howe with her father's sword, fixated on duty. "Because it's the right thing to do."

Theodore Amell - arcane warrior mage, romanced Morrigan, bastardization arc powered by Morrigan whispering bad ideas in his ear, loves his terrible witch girlfriend, blood magic is fine and the chantry is oppressive, ambitious. "I am no longer baby, now I want power."

Renan Tabris - dagger rogue, romanced Leliana, exactly zero patience for shem politics, raised Andrastian (derogatory), canonically kind of a bitch, evil sense of humor, loves her stupid new shem baby brother, harden everyone, distrustful. "Like dogs, Shianni."

Valda Aeducan - two handed warrior, romanced Leliana, honorable and serious, trusts no one, girl raised in harsh political nonsense learns to trust her found family and forgive her bio family while unlearning bad lessons simulator, sneaky/quiet sense of humor, intense loyalty to her people, values tradition but values compassion more, genuinely regrets what happened with Trian. "For the honor of my house, though I myself have neither house nor honor."

Emmaera Surana - blood mage spirit healer, romanced Alistair, fey and strange, sweet but a little out of it, she and Merrill would get along so well because they both just say what they mean, falls for Ali like a ton of bricks after trusting him exactly 0% at first, has a council of spirits that advise her, definitely more than a little possessed, Templars aggro on sight, besties with Morrigan. "The Chantry won't tell you anything useful about the Fade, but I could. If you want."

Ashaterylen Mahariel - champion fighter, loves Morrigan but it's complicated, aggressive and no-nonsense, adopts Alistair as her comic relief to fill Tamlen's shoes, Not Okay™ but doing a good job regardless, my only warden who straight up dies, but we still get Kieran because magic, rather laconic, probably my most heavily headcanoned origins character. "Duty trumps sentiment. Every time."

Hawkes

Iris Hawke - knife rogue, romanced Anders, diplomatic but also way too intense for her own good, loves mages so much, circle mage Bethany, will do anything to protect what's left of her family, noble impulses but awful sense of humor, fanatic, very angry underneath her shell of politeness, diplomacy as a tool. "Why don't we try asking the Arishok nicely?"

Ian Hawke - elemental mage, romanced Fenris, sarcastic, sided with the templars because magic is an essential part of him but it's brought nothing but grief to him and his family, templar Carver, quip for every situation, never loses his positive outlook for long, self-loathing but doing his best not to make that everyone's problem. "Dad did WHAT for the Wardens? Why am I not surprised."

Kiera Hawke - two-handed warrior, romanced Isabella, sarcastic → aggressive, sad bastard warrior Hawke, everyone who gets close to her dies, Bethany dies, good attitude wrecked by the wear and tear of life, loves her buddies who are also terrible, angry and broken. "You tell me where Bartrand is, I'll help you wring his fucking neck"

Alice Hawke - knife rogue, romanced Merrill, circle mage Bethany, p much pure diplomatic, diplomacy as a way of life, mom friend central, no one is irredeemable, far too trusting, kind of a busybody, always thinks she knows best. "Clean your blades, watch your purse strings, don't be a dick."

Delilah Hawke - entropy mage, in love with Varric, pure sarcasm, sends Carver to the wardens, adores her stupid chaotic bisexual family, beat down by this world but stubbornly clinging to joy, flat refuses to talk about her problems. "Where would I be without my trusty dwarf?"

Quinn Hawke - blood mage, romances Anders, red from the beginning, low-key an asshole but also high-key he just doesn't know how to communicate, oldest sibling syndrome turned up to 11, inspired by Harker Zevsurana's Kier, fuck you mage rights. "Well, shit."

Andy Hawke - force mage, romances Anders and Fenris (it's complicated), strong purple laugh-or-cry type, so many canon alterations but the twins both live, grows a lot over the course of the campaign, big fuck the chantry, uses their staff as a polearm bc they're not great at magic, easily my most headcanoned Hawke. "Have any of you guys considered having a normal reaction to anything? Ever? Didn't think so."

Inquisitors

Miriani Lavellan - assassin bow rogue, romanced Solas, confused hardass Dalish girl doing her very best to navigate suddenly being in charge of all of this stuff, cares so much about everyone all the time, terrified but resigned to her responsibilities, self-sacrificing, sense of humor buried under all that sincerity. "I am the Inquisitor, through no virtue of my own. Vir suledin nadas."

Asher Adaar - two-handed warrior, romanced Sera/nobody (bc I meant to romance Sera but didn't know the right dialogue options so I kept waiting for it to pan out and it just sorta didn't), blunt and direct Tal-Vashoth mercenary who gets persuaded that maybe she actually is the herald of andraste, but honestly just wants to handle the things with as little religious and/or political nonsense as possible, blunt and violent. "We save Thedas TWICE, my hand wants to kill me, we save the exalted council specifically, and this is what we get?"

Stephan Trevelyan - rift mage, romanced Cassandra, a good sweet Andrastian boy, true prophet who has a meltdown when he finds out about Solas, best friends with Dorian, keeps the inquisition and wants to really save the world, a genuine idealist, stubborn AF. "Faith is a choice. The Maker set these events in motion so long ago we can no longer see His hand in them."

Samahl Lavellan - tempest knife rogue, romances Dorian, cheerful, sarcastic, and overwhelmed, insanely competent but good at hiding it, terrible little bastard, hates responsibilities, laughs in the face of danger (and Cassandra), keeps insisting he's not the Herald, kinda lazy. "I guess I'm learning now, aren't I, Mother?"

Riska Cadash - artificer knife rogue, romances Sera, direct and sometimes brutal but ultimately caring, criminal upbringing noble fashion sense, besties with Blackwall, andrastian and confused, consistently astonished by how easy it is to get things when you're the most important person in the world, one of my younger inquisitors but she doesn't act like it very often, really only when she's with Sera. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Dahlia Trevelyan - mortalitasi lightning mage, romances Blackwall, cheerfully irreverent young noblewoman flexing the edges of what she's allowed in this new role, filled with chaos and violence and entitlement. Fully does not believe in the Maker. Classically beautiful but with blue-gold eyes that go past "striking" into "genuinely unsettling" and, she caught some shrapnel from a spell gone wrong with her face a few years back so she's got distinctive scars. "Hey, look, at least dragons are real."

The Trio (all of whom have individual playthroughs but also come as a set)

Isene Lavellan - fire/rift mage, romances Iron Bull, primarily jokes and asks questions, basically a horrible mix of Miriani and Samahl. Sweet and a bit of a brat but ultimately up to the challenge. A disaster at the winter palace. Her general response to her workload getting heavier is to adjust the straps that hold the world on her back and carry on with a smile. "Bull, remind me why I accepted this job? Oh, right."

Harea Lavellan - knight enchanter and ice mage, romances Cullen, open minded and sweet, a bit naive but genuinely wants to make the world better, distressed by the mark and the everything but willing to bear it to keep others from suffering. Self sacrifice is a big theme here. Just a little (read: protected like Wynne) possessed by the actual spirit (of Wrath) who was attendant upon andraste, so she is quite literally the Herald. "No one is irredeemable!"

Rogelan Lavellan - sword and shield warrior, romances Josephine, kind of a hard-ass but willing to be romantic, would rather talk than fight but won't give up his ideals, careful and deliberate in everything he does but bold when he's made a decision. Stoic and pithy, but can be eloquent if he needs to. Understands shem bullshit better than most, because he's the kind of guy who studies the things that scare him. "Tell me how to help."

Continuities

Primary "Cannon" Continuity - Aridhel, Ian (or Iris), and Miriani - Protector, Catalyst, Survivor

Strong code of honor - Saffron, Iris, and Asher - Shield, Dagger, Sword

Fucked Up Andrastians - Theodore, Kiera, Stephan - Ambition, Sorrow, Faith

Terrible Senses of Humor - Renan, Alice, Samahl - Vengeance, Kindness, Laughter

Wrongest Choices - King, Viscount, Divine (I haven't actually made this playthrough but is a male rogue cousland, probably a guy Hawke as well and obviously not a mage but idk what class, and fem warrior Trevelyan)

Dwarf Run - Valda, Delilah, and Riska - Honor, Love, Trust

Definitely Not Possessed - Emmaera, Quinn, and Harea - Council, Temptation, Authority

Three Inkies - Ashaterylen, Andy, Rogelan/Harea/Isene - Sacrifice, Victory, Vigilance