#Cian Lavellan

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Former Inquisitor Cian Lavellan ⚡️

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Cian and Cassandra at a nice cafe in Val Royeaux having lunch.

Cian: I think I figured something out! I’ve got to go!

Cassandra: Aren’t you forgetting something?

Cian: Uhm… *Hesitsntly kisses Cassandra’s cheek before bolting*

Cassandra: No! The bill! Pay your damned— ugh! Makers breath, who raised you?

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When you fixate on fic ideas but haven't been able to churn out words, so half-assed art it is. Anyways, introducing mine and my bestie's characters from a very canon divergent AU, from left to right:

Eolin Istimaethoriel, a half-elf arcane warrior hailing from Arlathan Forest (wherein Clan Lavellan serves as a sorta proto-Veil Jumper faction), who supposedly serves Falon'din from an extant line of his most dutiful followers. He was sent by the Keeper (his parent) not to spy on shemlen relations, but to assassinate the Lord Seeker at the Conclave.

Ennora Trevelyan, an elf-blooded Circle mage who was raised in a sheltered, but spoiled life, for her father was a mage as well and did everything in his power to ensure Ennora would not suffer as he did. The youngest of House Trevelyan at the age of barely 20, the Conclave is her first foray into politics at her elf-blooded father's, Riordan's, behest, but with company of course.

Cian Trevelyan, said company and an elf-blooded templar who has served Ennora's Circle since the day she was sent off to it. As the eldest, he's fiercely protective of his siblings and is more privy to family secrets than the rest. Because of this, he resents Eolin somewhat because he was born from an affair between Riordan and Keeper Deshanna during Cian's early childhood.

All of them survived the Conclave because 1) Cian was called away back to Haven and 2) a blessing in disguise, Ennora was dragged around at knife point by Eolin because she saw too much and was convinced of some nefarious plot by the Imperial Chantry. Which led to them both seeing too much, walking in on Corypheus, and the two acted quickly to disrupt the ritual and save the Divine—only for them to be sucked into the Fade. An absolutely chaotic start to their adventure, and hhhh man I can fit so much more lore into this thing

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Symbols I associate with ocs - Worldstate: The Maker’s (un)Chosen

Talani Brosca: hands, bruises, daggers, nail marks/scratches, keys, crates/barrels

Feja Aeducan: pearls, anything art deco, sequins, gold, perfume bottles

Elias Mahariel: fire, the color green, puddles, tall grass, pine trees

Cian Hawke: the sea, the color blue, oil paintings, the sky, round staircases

Brielle Lavellan: leather, sunflowers, honey, the color yellow, bees, the sun

Elara Lavellan: old books, bundles of drying herbs, quills, feathers, botanical drawings

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Stars Warden: My canon has three Wardens. So there’s literally a constellation of them.

Moon Hawke: Cian is emotional and sensitive. He gives off a lot of light, but he doesn’t drown out the sky.

Sun Inquisitor: Brielle is sooooo sun. When I think of her, I think of sunflowers, honey, sunshine, and joy.

I just had a thought. In your canon worldstate, who fills what part of the sun-moon-stars character types?

Also please give me explanations in the tags i'm nosy 😳

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I gotta hear more about this Multiwarden AU

I think everyone has some sort of multiwarden AU but for me:

The idea centers around the idea of a what if there were multiple Wardens which progressed into ‘hey I want more Hawkes’ and then ‘what if all the Inquisitor possibilities were around to’.

The base idea is that Duncan recruits all the Wardens and they save the world, right? It then goes into ‘what if Hawke had more people with them’ and I was adding more people. Then the Inquisitor thing was ‘so what if Lavellan did get the orb but everyone else lived and now they’re all part of the inner circle’ which further spiralled into ‘So ALL Rooks’

I know I’d be using some of my canon Wardens: Riley Cousland, Thea Surana, Naohman Tabris, Folcher Aeducan, Cian Mahariel, Brynn’s Brosca.

Hawkes would have Bernadette Hawke with her twin Archie. Then we have child hood friends Simon, Aisley and Loraine.

Inquisitors would be: Mila Trevylan, Revas Lavellan, Ophelia Trevylan, Charity Cadash, Lucas Cadash, Anna Trevylan (not a canon one but one I made for this au), Shok Adaar, Edmund (not a Trevylan)

and then Rooks would be the Rooks I have.

It also spiralled into a ‘watching the future’ type thing later which may or may not happen.

But the big idea I had was sort of a ‘rewrite’ of the series in which I really explore the possibilities of ‘what if Cullen had a decent redemption arc’ and ‘hey so this was dumb’ and more. Plus I really wanted to work in ‘hey so all gods are real and the Evanuris were faking their godhood by stealing real god names’ but with recent reveals… might need more tweaking.

It’s just fun to think on.

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16. "when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead" For Josie/Cian, please?

this is so cute. this also might be my first time writing them together?? I can’t remember.

Anyway. Cian Lavellan/Josephine Montilyet for @dadrunkwriting

When she’s working in her office, Josephine’s face is a careful mask of politeness. Her brow never furrows, her lips never purse, and her eyes always stay sharp.

When she joins the Inquisitor in his chambers to work in the evenings... she’s less composed. Frustrating requests are met with grumbles, frowns, glares, and heavy sighs. She puts off the ones she doesn’t want to respond to until the last minute, then works her magic with her ink and quill in this safe space she’s found in her new home.

Cian watches as her expression changes from moment to moment, a soft smile on his full lips, his own reports forgotten. She’s so beautiful--always, but especially here, with her hair flowing loose around her shoulders and her guard down. He can see the real Josephine, the Josephine he loves, and he can’t bear to miss a second of it.

She catches him staring. “What?” she demands, sounding cross even though he knows she isn’t really. He doesn’t respond right away, just waiting so he can see the way her face scrunches up in annoyance. Her nose wrinkles, her lower lip pushes up, her eyebrows lower. The little mole on her chin calls to him, so he pushes his writing tools aside to cross the distance between them.

Her eyes light up and her expression twists into something a little different, a light shining through her eyes that doesn’t match the way she’s still pouting. He cups her cheek to hold her face still and leans down, brushing his lips across her forehead, then against the tip of her nose, and finally on her full lips.

When he pulls away, she’s blushing.

“That’s what.”

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The Basics Full Name: Eavan Delany Codename or Nickname: Hunter, General, Lieutenant, darling Birth Date: Winter (27 years old) Birth Place: [redacted] Nationality: Eskrian Organisation/Group: The Hunters Former Affiliates: [redacted]

Family + Friends Father: Cian Delaney Mother: Maeve Delaney Siblings: Three younger brothers (Aidan, Luca, and Torin), one older sister (Caoimhe) Other Relatives: None of note Spouses: August Willenheim Children: —

Description Height: 5′4 (163 cm) Weight: ~135lbs Hair Colour: Dark blonde Eye Colour: Grey Skin Colour: Fair, though usually slightly tan from all their time spent outside Any Scars: Too many to count. They range from claw marks, to wounds from swords and daggers, to bite marks. Any Tattoos: Yes but I haven’t designed them yet shhhh Any Piercings: So.....so many that I haven’t nailed down yet dsanfdsag Other Notable Features: Absolutely covered in freckles, a few small patches of vitiligo on her arms and abdomen Random Facts: Hasn’t seen their family since they were 12 but writes to them as often as they can. Runs a little hot. Heightened senses due to their Hunter status. Left-handed.

The Basics Full Name: Dust Mahoney Codename or Nickname: “Thorn in my fucking side” Birth Date: Spring (28 years old) Birth Place: Adelna, Vih’thris Nationality: Vih’thrian Organisation/Group: [redacted] Former Affiliates: N/A

Family + Friends Father: Alive somewhere probably Mother: Died when they were a young child Siblings: None Other Relatives: Uncles, aunts, cousins, the usual Spouses: None Children: Nope

Description Height: 5′8 (173 cm) Weight: ~150lbs Hair Colour: Dark brown Eye Colour: Green Skin Colour: Fair, almost always lightly tan from their time spent outside Any Scars: A few, mostly from various blades Any Tattoos: Yes but hhhhhh I haven’t designed them yet leave me alone Any Piercings: Ears in multiple places, labret, septum Other Notable Features: Freckles everywhere, slightly elongated ears and sharp canines due to their fae heritage. Random Facts: Very good at getting in and out of places undiscovered. Absolutely ticklish. Excellent smooth talker. Good memory. A pretty damn good spy really.

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I can't help but shiver here without you

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Reminisence

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The tent grew darker as the candles burned out, one by one, their small and flickering flames dying in a puddle of melted wax. The night was quiet, except for the rush of winter wind and the cawing of ravens not yet asleep. Leliana set her quill down and pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes as if it would cure the ache from reading and writing an endless number of reports.

It did nothing to alleviate the pain.

She took a deep breath and lifted the quill again, returning to her report only to find that the inked words on the parchment had become a blurred, unreadable mess to her swirling vision.

There was still much work to do—there would always be work for her to do—but even she knew there was nothing she could do in her current state. Trying and forcing herself to keep going now would only bring mistakes, and even the smallest of errors could have catastrophic consequences for the Inquisition, as new, small, and fragile as it currently was. She could allow herself a few moments of rest, a few minutes to close her eyes and give them a break before she returned to her work.

She set the quill back down and, with a groan, rose from her seat and felt her spine and neck pop and crack as she stretched.

Her ravens cooed and cawed as Leliana pulled back the flap of her tent to step out. With another stretch, another wince, she raised her head to look above. The cloudless sky above Haven glittered with countless stars, their beauty marred by the pulsating, green hole torn into the heavens. It was a disheartening sight, but one that also fueled her desire to work, to do everything she could to make sure that the Inquisition succeeded—that the Herald succeeded.

There were very few still awake at the late hour. Most only being guards patrolling the village and stragglers in the tavern. However, she could hear the faint sound of metal on metal further out, a sign that at least a few soldiers were training, even now, too restless and anxious to sleep and thus throwing that nervous energy into something productive. It was hard to say if Cullen would be proud of it or if he would chastise them for it.

She took another deep breath, feeling the frigid air stinging her throat as it filled her lungs, and she pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders.

Haven. To say that Leliana had mixed feelings about the village was an understatement. She was grateful that they had found refuge here, that the Inquisition had a place to call home for the time being, but she could still remember the first time she had been to this little hamlet.

They had been fighting the end of the world, then, too.

“It is so unnecessarily cold. Why does it need to be so bloody cold?” Elio had complained, sneezing loudly as he pulled his fur cloak tighter around his narrow shoulder. It was old, smelled, likely had fleas, and was bought from a very shady merchant, but considering their group was—to put it kindly—broke, no one dared complain at what little warmth they could get from the harsh winter wind and deep snow. “Let’s just get Genitivi, get the ashes, and get someplace warmer.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting him; I’ve so many questions I want to ask about his work,” Leliana breathed as she fiddled with the strap to her quiver. So excited had she been to meet someone as renowned as Brother Genitivi.

Their group hadn’t even entered the village before they were stopped by a man at the entrance, hostile and reluctant to allow them in, outsiders not being welcomed. When they mentioned a Chantry brother, he had stiffed and scoffed, denying ever seeing one in their little hamlet. A lie that Leliana had recognized immediately.

The village had been dead. Not a soul to be seen, all supposedly at the Chantry further in, listening to a sermon from a Father Eirik.

“A Father and not a Mother, huh?” Elio murmured as they slowly made their way to the building, looking for anyone and seeing no one. “If it weren’t for this ‘Disciples of Andraste’ talk, I’d suspect the Imperial Chantry is taking root here. Though I still have a bad feeling about this, stay on your guard.”

When they had reached the Chantry doors, there was still no one. But they could hear the screaming and cries from within clearly. It wasn’t the screams of pain or fear but of jubilation and worship. Fervent, passionate, and unsettling.

Elio took point, standing before them as if to be their shield as he pushed the doors open.

The Chantry was empty. It didn’t look the same when she first stepped foot inside all those years ago. Candles burned to provide dim lighting, and books on the Chantry and of the Chant filled several shelves. Some cobwebs had yet to be cleaned out, and several pews empty save for forgotten papers and books.

Most of the furniture from her first visit was gone. The wooden platform at the front where speeches and sermons were made was done away with, as were most of the shelves and desks covered in scrolls and books, burned—if Leliana remembered correctly—for their heretical, blasphemous contents. The Chantry looked barren now compared to when the Disciples of Andraste had made it their home.

Not for the first time, Leliana wondered if she looked hard enough, if she would be able to see the bloodstains from that night. She could still remember, vividly, where each person had been felled. How could she not? It hadn’t been soldiers or monsters that they had killed that night, but normal men and women, farmers and bakers and crafters.

Her eyes flickered to front of the space. A podium now stood over where Elio had cut Eirik down, his sword had cut through the man’s neck so deeply he had nearly lopped his whole head off. Not for the first time, but it was always a grisly sight. Even now it chilled her knowing just how easily he could decapitate someone in a fight—a feat that needed the executioner to be either incredibly precise in how they land that final blow, or incredibly strong to not worry about the resistance of muscle and bone.

And yet despite the nervous fear there was always a rush of admiration, of awe. Her Warden had always been a stalwart leader to their party, and when he fought, no matter how soaked in blood he became from the carnage he carved, he always incited a flutter in her chest, left Leliana wanting to reach out to him and—

She never did. Theirs was a friendship, close as it may have been at the time, but nothing more.

Leliana walked onwards, towards the end where the door to their makeshift war room was. She didn’t go inside, instead stopping at the statues that stood on either side, and knelt at the foot of one, her head bowed as a silent prayer was made. Faith could only get them so far, she knew that now, but that wouldn’t stop her from asking the Maker to aid them on their quest.

The shadows flickered and she realized she was not alone.

Raising her head and turning, she spotted the Herald sitting in the corner on an empty barrel, fiddling with a trinket in his hands. He was staring owlishly at her, as if he hadn’t expected someone else to come here, or for someone else to catch him here. She must have been more tired—more distracted—than she had realized to have not noticed him when she entered the Chantry.

For a moment, she considered leaving. The Herald, for all the good he had done for them so far, was still an unknown with dangerous powers, potentially blessed by and brought to them by Andraste herself. A part of her wanted to back away, unworthy to be in the presence of someone like that. But—no. Blessings or no blessings, she had just as much right to be in the Chantry as him. So she rose from her knees and discreetly pulled her hand away from the concealed knife at her belt.

The Herald blinked, wide eyes not leaving her as his fingers tightened around his trinket. “Leliana,” he greeted with a nervous bite to the name. She didn’t need to be observant to know that he was still just as nervous around them as most were around him.

“Herald,” Leliana greeted.

His attention stayed on her as the silence settled back in between them. Like most of his kind, his eyes were large, colored a deep, vivid green, like a vibrant forest, that mixed perfectly with the brilliant red locks of hair that fell just past his ears in tussled—fluffy—curls. He looked older than the Hero of Ferelden had been, yet somehow his gaze felt younger, full of the wonder and fear of a child. He was in his early twenties, this much Leliana knew, while Elio had barely been twenty when they met, old enough to be married off, old enough to go to war, and still a child.

She shook her head at the thoughts. “I apologize if I disturbed you, I hadn’t expected anyone else to be here so late at night.”

“No,” the Herald coughed, looking away from her and at the candles, the books, at anything but her. “It’s fine, anyone’s allowed to come and go in here.” He was taller than the Hero had been, she noted. Elio had been the shortest in their group until Oghren joined. The Herald was taller—more at an average height for their race, she supposed—and just as slender as any other Dalish Hunter she’d seen—toned arms and legs, slender features, lithe.

How ironic, Leliana thought, the last time the world was in danger, it was an elf from the slums who rose above all to save them, fighting on even as the rest of them fell in the final battle, striking the Archdemon down and ending the Blight. Now, as the sky is left wounded, torn open into the Fade, their fate and salvation rests upon the shoulders of an elf yet again.

She settled into a seat of her own, not too far from the Herald, but not beside him either. “What brings you out here so late, anyway?” she found herself asking, and then knitted her brows together. “You’re supposed to be leaving for Val Royeaux at dawn, are you not? You should be resting.” It was going to take several weeks, even with horses and if they travelled along the Imperial Highway, to get there. Cassandra would have his head if he was exhausted when they began their journey.

The Herald looked at the trinket in his hands again—a Dalish necklace, Leliana finally saw, an amulet for one of their Gods. “Couldn’t sleep,” he murmured quietly, “Everything’s just been so….” Pausing, he shook his head. “Sleep just kept eluding me.”

She understood that feeling more than she cared to admit.

Humming, the Herald reached down with his free hand, and she took note of the mabari that had been sleeping beside him, the young one he’d rescued from the Hinterlands��Buddy, if she remembered correctly. The Herald absentmindedly ran his fingers through the dogs short fur and wrinkled skin, looking the part of someone being crushed under the weight of the world, and Leliana was once again struck with memory by the resemblance to her old friend.

Gently running his fingers up and down Garahel’s back, Elio stared at the fire in contemplative silence. The rest of their camp had long since gone to sleep, only he and Leliana remained awake to guard them for the first few hours of the night.

There were bags under his eyes, she had noticed. They were worsening each night, his face aging rapidly from the stress of all that they had faced—and all that they still had to fight. In the quiet of night, he no longer looked the same friendly, cheerful Warden she knew, this was instead a man who was carrying the world on his shoulders, a man whose knees were finally buckling under the weight.

No words were said as Leliana sat beside him. His attention remained fixed, and she looked to the fire as if she might see whatever he did in the crackling flames, and then she turned her gaze away, afraid of what she might see.

Hand still on his war hound, gaze still fixed to the crackling flames, Elio spoke after an eternity of silence. “Do you think we can win this?”

She had been taken aback by the question, not that it had been asked but that it had been the elf who had asked it.

Elio was always the one to assuage their worries of fate and defeat, the one who told them that they were going to win, no matter how terrible the odds were against them. He never doubted, never shied, and treated the future as if their victory over Loghain and the Archdemon was already carved into stone by the Maker.

She couldn’t answer him, and they returned to silence.

Looking back on it, it had been a humanizing moment. Up until then, Leliana had seen her friend as an undefeatable hero, blessed by the Maker himself to be their shield and their sword, a soldier who would never be defeated. To have him express his doubts to her, it meant that he was still mortal, like all of them, that he was human—generally speaking, of course.

She saw that same look of doubt and exhaustion on the Herald’s face, now.

At the time, Leliana hadn’t been able to help Elio, she didn’t have the words, she didn’t have the confidence, and to this day she still wondered how much things would have changed if she had been able to soothe his own fears the same as he did for all of theirs. She hadn’t been able to help Elio, but she could at least help the Herald of—she could help Cian.

“We are going to win this,” Leliana said, her voice firm in the quiet, dim space. She watched as green eyes lifted to meet hers, and she continued. “You’re not doing this alone, Cian. You have me and the others here to support you whenever you ask, you have the Inquisition forces ready to spring to action the moment they are needed—and more still join every day.”

She straightened her back as she spoke, her gaze not leaving his, locked on his wide, wonder filled eyes, “Us winning isn’t a question of ‘if’, it’s a matter of ‘when’. We’ll prove ourselves and gain the Chantry’s support, absolving you of the crimes they claimed, we’ll seal the Breach, and we will find who is responsible. You don’t have to feel like you’re doing this alone, you can share some of your burdens with us.”

Slowly, Cian lowered his head, “I—thank you,” he whispered, his shoulders sagging as he let out a deep breath. “I needed that, I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.”

Of course he hadn’t. Leliana smiled, nevertheless, as she watched the tension fade away from his face.

Cracking a smile, struck by an idea, Leliana leaned forward, “You know…? I was with the Hero of Ferelden when we rediscovered the Temple of Sacred Ashes,” she whispered, feeling her smile widen as she saw curiosity and awe dance across the elf’s face. “At the time, Haven belonged to a cult who believed Andraste was a dragon and worshipped it—we had to fight through so many drakes, dragonlings, and cultists to reach the temple, and the Warden even struck down a high dragon.”

Cian leaned forward in his seat; his mouth opened slightly. “Seriously?” he asked, tapping his fingers to his legs with anxious energy. “I thought it was some Chantry guy who found it, but you helped rediscover the temple?”

“We did, we needed the urn to save the Arl of Redcliffe,” Leliana agreed, her heart feeling feather-light in her chest at the memory of the adventure. “Would you like me to tell you the whole story? It was quite the experience.”

At Cian’s eager ‘yes’, she launched into retelling how Eamon had grown sick from Loghain’s poison, and the journey they took to locate Brother Genitivi and the Urn. It had been a while since had had been a storyteller, but she found that she fell back into the role naturally as she recounted each fight and twist that took them to the Frostback Mountains.

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OC/Worldstate Info

All OCs | all Wardens | all Hawkes | all Inquisitors | all Rooks

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DRAGON AGE CHARACTERS. HAND OVER HEART VERSE   →   ALESSA LAVELLAN.

31.   RIFT MAGE.   PANSEXUAL.   DALISH.   ROMANCED BLACKWALL & CADASH.

❝ we were never savages. all i wanted was to protect my family. ❞

APPRENTICED TO keeper deshanna from another clan at a young age, alessa grew up travelling the dales with her clan, and best friend, hael . both girls were cared for by the clan’s first, iona, and grew up with her son cian. she didn’t accompany hael to the conclave, instead scouting out the surrounding lands to find the safest path. when clan lavellan finds out hael and celebrian are at haven, alessa leaves immediately to make sure she’s actually okay, and that the shems aren’t lying. she informally joins the inquisition, and eventually her anti human / dwarf views soften when she develops feelings for both warden blackwall and mera cadash.

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Crashing Fantasies

To face your fantasy falling as the harshness of the world hits you.

Naomahn Tabris, Aine Hawke, Davhalla Lavellan, Alondra Mercer

Those We Care For

Having people in your life can inspire you to become better people yourself or to live life to the fullest you can.

Rosalind Amell, Lilith Hawke, Shok Addar, Branwen Ingellvar

Good Men Need No Rules

Anyone can believe their a good man, sometimes you have to learn to be one.

Folcher Aeducan, Archie Hawke, Lucas Cadhas, Reginald Thorne

To Be Kind

The strongest thing you can do after a life full of harm and hate is to be kind.

Caoimhe Tabris, Ivy Hawke, Revas Lavellan, Andy Laidir

To Love Yourself

Loving yourself despite all your flaws and what life has taught you is one of the hardest yet most rewarding things you can do.

Riley Cousland, Ivy Hawke, Harel Lavellan,

For Freedom’s Design

Some people yearn for the familiar and some fight for their freedom.

Cian Mahariel, Lorraine ‘Lorry’ Hawke, Mila Treveylan, Nadasa Aldwir

Mistakes Make Us People

When you make mistakes, you have to accept them and try to fix them. That's what makes you alive.

Thea Surana, Bernadette ‘Teddy’ Hawke, Ophelis Trevelyan

Faith Sustains

Having faith in something can drive you forward more then you originally thought possible

Brynja Brosca, Aisley Hawke, Charity Cadash

Uneasy Rests the Laurels

When you look around to see how far you come, are you happy with what you've done?

Lochlan Cousland, Simon Hawke, Edmund Trevelyan

With Bloody Hands

To get ahead, sometimes you have to stain your hands red.

Muirin Cousland, Willow Hawke, Gloria Treveylan

Revolution is not Kind

Sometimes the revolution is lead by the angry women not willing to back down

Runa Amell, Wyome Hawke, Abigail Treveylan

Anger Drives Us

Sometimes being angry at the world isn't useful. Other times it helps a lot.

Alanna Tabris, Diana Hawke, Tria Treveylan, Dahlia Mercer

[ma-sulevin]

why is this guy so cute?

[camorrsthorn]

Hi, I'm kinda new here, and so I mostly have just seen the art of your OCs? (Which is awesome, btw.) But I was wondering if you could give, like, a basic outline of who they are and maybe their universe? (Bc worldbuilding is ALWAYS cool.) Thanks! (And again, love your art

aaa thank you!! i have. a lot bear with me lmao but. i’m gonna put this under a cut because Oh Dang That’s Too Many

video game ocs: holy moley that’s a lot

tarris, relic, kharza gra-durza, serindil, riandil, vhesryn, saaji and zhakka are all from elder scrolls!! 

tarris is a bosmer thief/assassin who’s actually real bad at fighting and is probably half magpie, don’t wear jewelery near her she will Have It

relic is a bosmer vampire who is an asshole. he’s awful. he knows magic but mostly likes to Stab. he exists in the same world-state as tarris and kharza and probably a few others 

kharza is an orc warrior who’s like the only lawful good character i have, whoops. she sometimes turns into a werewolf and mauls people but that’s a minor character flaw. she’s a big gay

serindil is an altmer mage!! very very much a glass cannon. they were with the thalmor embassy in skyrim until they... sort of defected?? they’re still an ass tho

riandil is a bosmer scout!! he’s from eso so i’m not sure exactly how he fits into the world state, but he’s a big ball of sunshine. he likes very very bad puns and responding to altmer supremacy by acting real stupid until THEY look stupid. he’s great

vhesryn is a dunmer assassin but he’s also a big ol’ dick. he’s a vampire too but mostly a dick. his hobbies include being an asshole and stabbing people, also dancing

saaji is a khajiit thief and very pure good person. she;s good. she’ll steal your things but she’s good she’ll prolly give em back. really just wants a warm spot in the sun, very very tired of almer

zhakka is a redguard warrior and former pirate!! i love her. she scowls a lot and looks grumpy but she’s grinning inside just all the time. you know those people who say the most ridiculous funny shit with a totally stoic face?? that’s zhakka

spring and bishop are from fallout

spring washington is Soft. she’s a soft soft person. she likes plants and photography, but also she was her school’s boxing champion pre-war and won trophies for shooting, and likes to keep a switchblade on her at all times. met her husband when he had to drag her off some creep. she just wants to make the world a bit brighter!!

bishop is. bishop. he’s my courier and he’s??? the worst. he’s obnoxiously lucky and knows it, and very charming despite the amount of times he puts his foot directly in his mouth. he’s good at heart but also does what seems good/fun/cool at the time??? “hey bishop when is the last time you washed” “i dunno when did it last rain” “i don’t want to travel with you any more”

i have a whole lot of dragon age ocs bear with me

rasha tabris is Angry. i once described her as a wildfire in a very pretentious thing i didn’t post but it’s apt!! she stayed with the wardens because duncan was the reason she could kill vaughn, and the reason she wasn’t killed for it. she died fighting the archdemon because there was no way she was trusting some human, and died spitting and cursing

katia brosca’s main personality trait is Spite. people told her she could only be this this and this because casteless, so she did absolutely everything she could to prove them wrong. a lot of her loudness and bravado is a front to protect herself, but not all of it

hildr aeuducan’s middle name is duty. she does the job she’s got to do, and does it well. she doesn’t really Do sentiment?? and she’s never once but her own opinions over what’s best. she left behlen on the throne despite. everything

cian mahariel is Ridiculous. they spend half their time in trees despite having broken at least one bone on every part of their body falling out of them, and are Always Smiling

niketas surana lives on his nerves. his skills include flinching, stammering, going beet red if anybody looks at him for too long, and falling a little bit in love with anybody who’s nice to him. he’ll very very gladly swallow all his fear to protect people though, and repeatedly put himself between templars and scared younger mages while still in the tower. would die for jowan, frankly

vinnora lavellan is a sweetheart!! she just wants to be nice to everyone, and frankly deserves better than she got. she never wanted to be inquisitor, but figured she could at least use the position to help people who needed it, and tried to

noah shepard is my only real mass effect character worth talking about!! she’s a Delight and i love her. she’s paragon to her core, and goes out of her way to help people or offer a shoulder, but she’s absolutely not afraid to speak her mind or tell assholes to get fucked. she’s very very tired and full of guilt and regret. please let her sleep

d&d ocs!! are they ocs technically. i’m counting them i love them

dáithí lathlaeril is a half elven wild magic sorcerer and the only one i have actually played!! they’re half of a set of twins born to a high elven noblewoman and her human husband. they accidentally burned down their family library after overhearing their mother agree to essentially disinherit them, and have been an adventurer ever since. they have Lots of emotions always, and swing between “i’m inherently superior to all of you and also have cool magic” and “oh god i’m the worst i’m pathetic is my magic even good” and it’s terrible. please give them a hug. their name is pronounced DAH-hee

dáimhín lathlaeril is the other twin!! she left home to go be a bard but attracted an archfey with her singing, and wound up a warlock. still pretends to be a bard tho. she’s obnoxiously charming and knows it, and is WAY more relaxed and happy go lucky than their twin. she’s still pretty prissy tho. her name is pronounced like DAH-veen. also she’s not a girl, she’s nb!! like her twin. “finch that wouldn’t happen” haha what i can’t hear you

zeerith is a drow rogue!! he had just the worst life but is So Good at pretending he didn’t. what do you mean he’s almost certainly traumatised and emotionally messed up, he’s smiling, see?? trust him. he really really hates killing and would much rather talk his way out of trouble, but isn’t at all above hurting people to defend people?? also he’s very handsome and charming, focus on that. no don’t ask him if he’s ok. very very prone to talking someone to death if given half a chance

most of my actually original characters are from the same world!! it’s tag is “untitled a” because i don’t have a name for it yet lmao. there’s also a bunch of gods to go with these guys but i don’t even have names for them yet so lmao

fionn is prolly currently my most developed character from it. he’s an elf, which is fairly rare, and a magic user, which is rarer. he doesn’t care tho. he’s an ex-soldier who deserted after some very bad stuff happened, and he’s just trying to keep his head down. the god of luck and fate took a shine to him tho, so that’s not going too well. he uses his magic to make people think he’s much better at playing music than he is, but he could do Very cool things. he won’t tho

sabre is also an elf, but she’s a thief and very happy about it. she’s tiny and literally always ready to fight. she’ll fight anyone. she’ll Win against anyone. don’t fight sabre she jut doesn’t stop. she’s got a pretty strict Code tho, and won’t steal from anyone who can’t afford it, or fight anyone who can’t fight back. technically steals to give to the poor but also keeps a lot. she worked for that ill gotten gold!! she’s one of the two people who got “chosen” by the twin gods of the hunt, which she’s pretty stoked about. she’s got a tattoo honoring one of the twins

zarifa is the captain of an as-yet unnamed ship, and a totally legitimate merchant sailor. no pirates here absolutely not haha what’s that officer nope no illegitimate goods either, trust her. she’s got a good heart but also she’s pretty practical, and ensuring her own survival and the survival of her crew trumps morals every time. she’s the “chosen” of the god of the sea, which is an incredibly mixed bag

sylvie pike is zarifa’s first mate, but not nearly as professional. she likes to have fun, and insists on dragging zarifa with her. she’s got a much thicker accent than any other member of the crew, and makes it impenetrably thicker when she wants to be difficult. she’s not as good at overcoming her conscience as zarifa is

billie shaw is possibly my oldest current oc, holy shit. they’re kind of the odd job person aboard the ship, and also sing shanties and (badly) play the accordion. has a big big soft spot for kids. also hates shoes. what the fuck billie. put some boots on you ridiculous human being

sara tillman is possibly the only ordinary person on board the ship. she’s the ship’s doctor, despite being easily the youngest person aboard, and despite having only ever operated on her family’s farm prior to being hired. she’s got like ten siblings and loves all of them very very much

there’s also a handful of others from this universe who aren’t nearly as fleshed out yet, other than the gods, but they aren’t fleshed out!! “finch neither are any of the people you’ve talked about” [sweats]

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ok so i promised so here’s a little bit (a lot bit actually, i cant shut up) abt my lavellan, siobhan

ok so siobhan wasnt actually born in clan lavellan. she's from a different clan (clan halloran). she was married pretty early on to another member of her clan, but she never loved him, so she ended up taking a human lover (out of curiosity but also mostly spite) and ended up getting pregnant by him. her husband and clan found out and kind of....uh, they essentially exiled her. so she, while pregnant, started traveling around? i imagine halloran to be in the free marches, specifically around starkhaven, and she travels around the northern half of the free marches until she comes across clan lavellan (who are also in the free marches, maybe near tantervale in my head? so far but not...obscenely far) and they take her in, because she's one of them (uhhh, Dalish) and also very heavily pregnant. she end up giving birth to half-human twins named aoife and cian, who are also raised in the clan and treated no different from the other children. 

ok so. her personality is a bit hard to describe so im using the sims traits i gave her (bc of course i made her in the sims and not actually in the game, because i dont have the fucking game): brave, loves the outdoors, bookworm, charismatic, and ambitious. she's got a silver tongue to rival varric and she knows how to use it (she’s bros with varric hardcore. she also gets along with iron bull.) however, for all that she seems easygoing, she's got a healthy dose of skepticism about most everything (especially humans, even though she had one for a lover. don’t even get her startled on this absurd herald business) and is fiercely protective of her children above all else. she’s very steadfast and loyal to those around her, but she’s not above using her charm or outright lying to do what’s right (or get the results she wants). she’s kind of morally grey, but she has morals she would die for nonetheless. she was sent on behalf of clan lavellan to the conclave because she was their stealthiest hunter (she’s an archer, in my head). aoife and cian were five years old at the time. 

she ends up romancing blackwall. she’s attracted to his dignity and his commitment, but uh...knows it won’t be easy because not only is there a war for all of existence going on, but also because she has children? and while she’s REALLY into blackwall (she loves him lbr) she’s more than ready to drop him if he can’t accept her children. that turns out to be a non-issue (i know blackwall has that one line about making the rocking toy griffon/horse for children in the camp or children who were impacted by the war iirc? well in my mind he’s making it for aoife and cian). blackwall is a little awkward around her kids at first (and her kids, for that matter, are shy around blackwall. well, cian is, because he’s naturally shy. aoife, on the other hand, is Very Vocal And Outgoing And Has The Tendency To Ask Him “Are You Mama’s?” At Inopportune Moments) but they warm up to each other real quick, especially after blackwall starts making them toys (”””anonymously””””, but they all know it’s from him) and sometimes siobhan will find aoife and cian asleep on the hay bales inside blackwall’s little barn lean-to thing while he works at polishing his sword or making a new toy or whatever

she takes his “betrayal” in stride, actually; siobhan is a big believer in the idea that actions count more than words, and what blackwall did for others and for the inquisition while under the alias blackwall is what really matters and who he really is, and it defines him more than who he used to be or what he did in the past. she pardons him immediately and is surprised and pleased when he chooses to stay with the inquisition (and when he also expresses that he still wants to be with her). she takes him back.

they travel thedas together after the events of trespasser (she disbands the inquisition) helping people as he wants to do and they may or may not have a few more children together SHRUG EMOJI