#Eveanin was with Trahearne in the crash

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The Heartrending Mind, Part I

TL;DR: Eveanin, the youngest and weakest of the Commander’s sylvari allies, only agrees to be the fourth member of the team going into Mordremoth’s mind because it is better for her to turn there... than out here where Trahearne is vulnerable.

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“Mordremoth didn’t even try to cover its tracks,” Marjory Delaqua informs the group after a cursory glance around. “Either this is a trap, or the dragon’s getting desperate.”

Tiffany Commander, her mouth pressed in a thin line, volunteers a comment. “I’m going to vote for trap. Mordremoth is painless.”

Wait, what? Commander hadn’t mentioned that before. Commander had always felt intense pain around any kind of dragon corruption.

Eveanin glances around again - the jungle dragon surrounds them on all sides. She can feel it breathing… in sync with her own. Or maybe she is in sync with it. I’m the weak link here. If anyone turns, it’ll be me. The matching of the breathing - all by itself - makes her jittery and nervous. I’m the youngest, the weakest, the one with the worst secret. The easiest to manipulate. “Can we get going?” she asks. “I want to get away from here already.”

“Seconded,” Canach says dryly.

Mordremoth wants us gone, as well,” Marjory points out. “We’ve got company.”

“News to me,” Canach snarks back, even as he draws his blade.

Eveanin steels herself against the feeling that she is fighting allies. Other sylvari, corrupted - her sisters and brothers. Other Mordrem - her cousins from other Blighting Trees. Her kin. They’re Mordremoth’s minions. They are the enemy. They captured me. They took Trahearne.

Blue magic swirls around her fingertips, and a furious flame springs up in a ring around the small group of rescuers. She seizes the five nearest Mordrem with a magical hook and draws them into the fire, into the weapons of her allies. Commander falls back from melee range, nocking an arrow.

Thorns, she’s vulnerable back there! A protective blue dome flashes into existence around the Commander, knocking back a charging Mordrem. Eveanin is a frontline fighter. She can’t handle Mordremoth’s subtlety. She doesn’t have the time to question her every impulse, not in the heat of battle. But I have to. I’m a liability otherwise - a constant menace.

“We’re clear,” Rytlock announces, when the Mordrem are gone.

“Looks like there’s only one way forward,” Braham observes, gesturing toward the tunnel leading further south… and down.

“Let’s move, then,” Commander says with a resigned sigh. “Stick close - we don’t know what’s down here.”

Armies cannot stop me.

The dragon is focused on the battle outside,” Canach points out. “We’ll never get a better chance.”

Yeah, except since when do we hear its stray thoughts? Eveanin wonders, following Commander down the path. Mordremoth intended for us to hear that. It wants us to think we have an advantage.

More Blighting Pods. Eveanin glances away and hurries past them, trying to ignore the way the pulsing light inside the pods lines up perfectly with the rhythm of her own breathing. She’d already tried and failed to change it, but each breath requires intense concentration to time right. And it just makes her anxious.

Ahead of her, Commander inhales sharply. “There he is,” she whispers, hurrying forward. “Great gods, what has Mordremoth done to him?”

Eveanin glances up and sees him, too - physically bound to the dragon, Trahearne looks haggard and weak. Blue magic flares around her fingertips in anger. She wants to murder something. Mordremoth has no right to do this - any of this - to Trahearne. To anyone. The Marshal shouldn’t have sent her with the others to escape. She shouldn’t have let him.

She glances away. Canach might want to pound the dragon into the dust for its crimes, Commander might want to defy Mordremoth to the Underworld and back, Caithe might just want to ensure freedom, even at the price of death… but Eveanin just wants to run far, far away. Or just surrender, give up, let the inevitable happen and let myself die. I don’t have to care. Eveanin shivers. Stop it. Every second that passes, surrender becomes more and more inviting.

“Commander?” comes Trahearne’s tired voice. “The Pact… is it…”

You’re an admirable fool, Trahearne. Asking after the Pact, and you in this condition?

“All but gone, Marshal,” Commander says quietly. “But once we get you out of here, we can regroup and finish the dragon once and for all.”

Trahearne shakes his head slowly. “It’s too late. I know - I am part of the jungle dragon now. It is everywhere.”

“Oh, Trahearne,” Commander whispers, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says, his voice slightly creaky. Commander, her own shoulders slumped, opens her mouth to protest, but Braham speaks first.

“So how do we kill it?” Braham asks, drawing attention back to the main point. “Burn every field and fell every forest?”

“No,” Trahearne replies with a sigh. “It can’t be defeated that way. It’ll just grow back. Its roots have spread too far, too deep.”

“Then… we destroy the root,” Commander says slowly, in that thinking-out-loud manner she does when figuring things out. “Mordremoth’s mind! Its strongest attacks come from its mind, from the Dream. That’s our target.”

Not only from the Dream. Scarlet and Aerin were Soundless, and they fell more easily than anyone. Eveanin glances around, wondering what else Mordremoth uses as a tool to broadcast its Call.

“Sound strategy, Commander,” Canach says approvingly. “Turn the tables and attack the dragon the same way it’s been attacking us? Brilliant.”

But we are barely strong enough to hold it off ourselves. How can we be strong enough to counterattack effectively? And then, a crushing, impending cloud descends on her mind, stifling all thought. A low rumble rolls through her, and every part of her being fixates on the sensation - it is all she can sense, all she can imagine - and her breathing in time to the discordant beat of Mordremoth’s thoughts.

Eveanin blinks, looks around frantically; dimly, she hears Canach scoffing at the dragon’s dislike of the idea, the strain of the pressure invisible under thick layers of sarcasm. Eveanin casts around desperately for some outside influence to focus on, to help separate her mind from Mordremoth’s.

“Yes…” Trahearne says, and his voice sounds distant and far-off, as if from down a long tunnel. “Strike at the dragon’s mind… through the Dream.” It’s not the Dream, it’s not - Eveanin clings to the thought, to Trahearne’s voice, to the terrifying plan ahead of them. “It can work. And my connection will provide the access you need.”

“The Rata Novans said each Elder Dragon has a weak spot. We just identified Mordremoth’s,” Commander says, sounding confident and sure. Why now? Why now, of all times, to be the stronger person, the one I’ll have to rely on?

“I’m ready,” Trahearne says after a moment. “If I concentrate, I can open a path into the Dream… into Mordremoth’s mind.” That’s where we’re going, not the Dream - we’re going into Mordremoth’s very mind. Trahearne knows. Oh, curse the day I let him send me away. Curse the day I carried that message to Commander. Trahearne goes on; “your minds will make the journey, but your bodies will remain here in the cavern.”

Rytlock growls. “I’ve seen enough metaphysical landscapes lately. I’ll stay behind to keep the Mordrem at bay.”

“I’ll stay too,” Marjory speaks up. “If something goes wrong… or Trahearne isn’t what he seems to be… I’ll be standing by.”

You absolute idiot! Eveanin wants to scream. Now is not the time to go sowing distrust and suspicion! You’re as bad as Mordremoth! Eveanin pauses. No, no call for that, either. ‘Blame will get us nowhere.’ Eveanin glances at Caithe, who hadn’t said a word since Faolain. What she thinks of this whole situation, Eveanin can’t guess.

“I’ll be more useful out here,” Pharlt speaks up, his voice tinged with sadness, as it had been since Creepylaugh’s death. “I don’t… I don’t trust myself in fighting Mordremoth mentally.”

“Alright,” Commander says slowly. She glances through the group of those who hadn’t spoken. “Canach, Braham - you’re with me. Eveanin?”

Eveanin pauses. She wants to say no. She doesn’t think she’ll be able to hold up inside Mordremoth’s mind itself. But if I stay, and I turn, that puts Trahearne in danger. Commander can deal with me if needs be… but those who are staying out might not even notice. She finally nods.

“I swear by the Pale Tree,” Caithe says firmly, “none of you are being taken by the dragon on my watch.” She turns and eyes the tunnel they had come through. “Taking on an Elder Dragon and all its hordes. Just like old times, eh, Rytlock?”

“Exactly like old times,” Rytlock grumbles. “Which means you stay where I can see you.”

Eveanin meets Caithe’s eye and gives a little nod. She doesn’t blame the older sylvari, nor distrust her. And a little trust goes a long way in helping against Mordremoth.

“Whoa - “ Rytlock says suddenly. “Three out of four going into Mordremoth’s mind can already hear its voice? Does anyone else - “

Rytlock’s words dwindle to nothing as the world around Eveanin dissolves into blackness and vines and jungle tendrils and Mordremoth’s voice.

You should not have come here. I am everywhere. I am all.

An answering thought - Only in your mind. And I will reduce your mind to ashes before I’m done! That’s Commander. She’d sounded quite ferocious - angry - vengeful.

You are not me. Eveanin herself feels small and tiny, but the words ring true. You may have your claws in my mind and your corruption in my body, but I still walk free.

Stupid dragon doesn’t even have the ability to see beyond its own domain. I don’t think it’s even capable of corrupting non-plants. That’s Braham, probably rolling his eyes and being all overconfident. And unaware of the fact that this is a conversation, not a private thought.

Your ability to be in control of everything seems greatly lacking when you alone of all dragons find it difficult to control your own minions. Canach’s scathing insults - accurate as always and elaborate to the core - are more along the lines of what Eveanin can identify with. Sharp wit and dry humor are probably Mordremoth’s worst enemies.

Bold words, Mordremoth replies at last, his thoughts full of intent - but empty ones.

The vines and tendrils around her writhe into an arena, a battleground, in a form more familiar to Eveanin’s senses than the empty void of pure mindspace. Eveanin glances around - her allies are all here, all still apparently themselves.

“Thanks to you, my legend ended in failure,” the familiar voice of Eir Stegalkin speaks up, scathingly, disappointedly angry. “Fallen, forgotten, and far from home.”

Eveanin opens her mouth to speak - Eir had always belittled herself and said her time had passed - but Braham beats her to it. “I’m done listening to these lies. You’re not my mother - you’re Mordremoth’s toy!”

Eir snaps her fingers.

“Watch out, she’s calling - “ Eveanin throws magic out in front of her to stop the dire wolf from knocking her over. She turns and sprints away, Garm hot on her heels. A domed barrier, pushing him back. Eveanin pauses, gathers herself, and turns on the wolf, blade in her hands. She doesn’t want to fight Garm - she’d fought beside him too often for that - but she forces herself to as she had for the Mordrem. It’s all fake.

“I can’t pin her down,” Commander calls. “She’s too quick!”

“Focus on Garm!” Braham calls back. “Believe me, if you down him, she’ll come running.”

And, just like that, the other three are at her side, kiting Garm away and staying out of Eir’s range, until he falls prone, injured and unmoving. Eir teleports - since when can Eir teleport? - to his side and kneels down.

Eveanin is shocked to see the wolf healing, flesh knitting together far more quickly than any magic she had ever seen before. Eveanin throws Eir back with magic. “Keep her away from Garm!” she says urgently. An arrow from Commander, charged with magic, forces Eir back even further, and Eveanin darts forward with her blade on fire, spreading it to the ground around them and Garm, in case Eir gets back to him.

Eir is finally incapacitated, standing in place in disoriented confusion.

“She looks normal - is this another trick?” Braham asks suspiciously.

“Look there,” Commander calls, pointing across the arena. “A rift opened. Maybe now we can break Mordremoth’s illusion. Let’s widen the rift.”

Canach and the Commander pull the sides of the glowing rift, forcing it open. A huge sucking starts up, like an unplugged drain, drawing Eir and Garm and all corrupted things to it, peeling a layer off the mindscape.

Where is it going? Where did the rift come from? Is that something Trahearne did? I knew ‘mind’ was too vague of a ‘weakness.’ There’s something else at play here.

“Commander, at the end there…” Braham says slowly. “She seemed like herself again.”

“That’s because we overcame Mordremoth’s illusion,” Commander explains. “And the real Eir would be proud of how you did it.”

Eveanin tries not to think resentful thoughts at the Commander. It will only interfere with the mission.

Suddenly, a new illusion appears - a towering vision of Canach, glaring sullenly at them.

“Who are you supposed to be?” real-Canach asks, sounding disgusted.

“Oh, I’m you,” Blighted Canach says, sounding delighted in a mocking sort of way. So this one might be corrupted, but it’s still Canach… that’s terrifying. “What you were meant to be, what you will be: Mordremoth’s loyal servant, and gladly so.” He’s as bad as Faolain! Eveanin sighs, as the corrupted sylvari goes on. “You are strong, but lack focus. So you seek a master. Mordremoth is that master.”

“Is this a joke?” Canach asks, but Eveanin can feel the fear radiating from him, the knowledge of the grain of truth inside the deception. “My will has always been my own. I seek no master and never have. I am no one’s servant.”

“Oh?” Blighted Canach sneers. “Countess Anise would disagree. Accept the truth: Mordremoth needs servants, and you were born to serve.”

Oh thorns, don’t give in to get away from Anise!

“No,” Canach says. “To redeem myself, I choose to serve. As I choose to kill you now!”

And then, Blighted Canach starts throwing bombs everywhere. Ten times as tough as the real Canach. Eveanin finds herself busy dodging them for some time, while Commander and Canach shout encouragement to each other. Finally, Commander finds another rift, and Blighted Canach disappears.

“I was strong enough to change what I was,” Canach says disdainfully. “I will be strong enough not to become… that. Thank you for trusting my strength, Commander. And for lending me yours.”

“You earned it,” Commander replies. “In my world, a willful comrade is always better than an obedient puppet.”

Eveanin glances around nervously. Braham, then Canach. Just me and Commander left, for Mordremoth to create a specialized attack. Eveanin knows what hers is. Mordremoth had been tormenting her with it since the crash. Now, she just wonders what form it will take.

That form turns out to be Trahearne.

“Heh, well,” Commander says with a strained smile, “if we had any doubt these were illusions before… what do you want?” she asks the shade.

But the corrupted vision ignores Commander and turns toward Eveanin instead. “See how she assumes I am targeted at her,” he says, sounding amused. Eveanin doesn’t reply. She can’t. Humiliation burns through her like a scalding acid. The fake goes on; “who would choose you? I needed a commander, not a student. I needed a friend, not an admirer. An encourager, not a parasite.”

Eveanin can’t look away, can’t think through the sluggish mire surrounding her thoughts to protest the dragon’s words. She isn’t sure she’d want to. What she can’t understand is why nobody else is intervening.

It continues. “But you have learned. You have grown; older and wiser. You helped bring Destiny’s Edge together and kill Zhaitan. You even more than proved your worth to Trahearne, helping him through the days after the crash, when his precious Commander had stayed behind on her little egg hunt. And yet he still did not see your true worth, and sent you away. Mordremoth has shown me your potential. Now, I choose you over the Commander.”

Eveanin exhales slowly - matched by the twisting vines at the edge of the arena - and shudders at the… intimacy the shared breath has. Chosen by Trahearne… at long last… a worthy replacement of the Commander… chosen by Trahearne. Eveanin blinks, her mind a foggy haze. You look different. Corrupted. Mordremoth is… Eveanin blinks again, unsure. Mordremoth was the one that revealed my worth to you in the first place.

“Mordremoth is not the enemy,” Trahearne tells her quietly, stepping over to her. “Do you trust me?”

Eveanin nods slowly, her eyes vacant and staring. Yes. Yes, I trust you, Trahearne. His voice - slightly different from normal - speaks directly into her mind. Now we have to fight Tiffany. She is not the Commander anymore. She can join us as a soldier or die.

But… but she isn’t the Commander anymore. She doesn’t matter. I have no quarrel with her. Eveanin doesn’t know why she is protesting. She just feels tired. She doesn’t want to fight any more.

You fight with your mind, here. Your magic is useless. But your mind is strong. The mindscape is different, now; just Eveanin and Trahearne, with the arena fading off a few feet away. The chaotic, loud voices of Tiffany and Canach and Braham are nearby, but she can’t see them. Stop… stop, it hurts. Stop fighting it. It’s wrong.

The voices get louder, but they are still muted, as if behind a door. She can’t understand what they are saying. You’re fighting the natural order. It’s wrong. It’s against nature. Stop, please, it isn’t working. Trahearne, help, they aren’t listening. Make them stop.

The rest of the arena fades away, and Trahearne vanishes - she is back in the void of the mindspace - but she can feel his mind - powerful and terrifying, and she is glad to obey his orders. He shows her how to reach through the darkness and find a voice; to tune in to what is being said.

Commander needs to be shut down. She’d dominated Trahearne and the Pact for too long.

Eveanin, snap out of it, don’t let Mordremoth win! Commander sounds frantic and panicked. Her voice is out of sync with the rhythm of the mind around her.

But Mordremoth has already won. You’re fighting an unwinnable battle. Mordremoth has shown Trahearne who the true Commander should be. You can still fight under him, but I am his second now.

Commander, Trahearne says, his tone mocking, but aligned with Mordremoth’s pattern perfectly. Not loud and incoherent like a drunken norn. You think I would keep you after your near desertion on that wild egg hunt of yours? Eveanin is loyal. Trahearne’s voice fuzzes out - Eveanin can’t hear him anymore - but he’s still on the same wavelength as Mordremoth. Fight Canach, he tells her, his voice discernible for a moment before going distant and incomprehensible again.

Eveanin reaches, and finds him, and is shocked by Canach’s vehemence. He stabs into her mind with a gut-wrenching, discordant yell. Your greatest vulnerability was wanting to follow the great Firstborn around like a blind puppy? You’re more pathetic than I thought.

Eveanin fires back, aren’t you the one who said you admired him for charging at Mordremoth head-on, when you could barely stand it?

Yes, exactly. I admired him for resisting the dragon, not falling blindly into its embrace like a weak-willed sheep!

Like a vent of fresh air, these words puncture the hazy cloud surrounding Eveanin’s mind, the first sparks of returning reason. Yes… but Mordremoth can’t be all bad. He told Trahearne how valuable I am.

I thought you were smarter than this, Canach snorts, disgusted. That’s not actually Trahearne, that’s a farce a blind dolyak could see through.

True enough; Trahearne joining Mordremoth does sound a bit preposterous… Mordremoth is an Elder Dragon… but isn’t this rather like a Wyld Hunt? Our created purpose is to - 

Stop, stop, stop. For one, I don’t have a Wyld Hunt and never did, and for two, do you honestly expect me to hare off on some wild quest like Trahearne did, just because our illustrious Mother - or the Dream - or the Menders - told me to?

Well… I suppose not… but - 

But nothing.

Eveanin’s thought-pattern shifts slightly, contrasting to Mordremoth’s for a moment as she realizes: but my Wyld Hunt is to kill Mordremoth.

Like a rushing wind blowing clouds out of the sky, Eveanin returns to reason, and the mindscape returns. She is locked in a battle with Canach, somehow, and Tiffany is fighting Trahearne, and Braham is rushing across the arena to another rift.

Eveanin blinks as she reorients herself. That’s not Trahearne, that’s a corrupted copy; Canach isn’t fighting against the rhythm of nature, he’s maintaining independence; Tiffany is still the Commander, and Eveanin is back to being the overlooked shy one.

She breaks from the battle with Canach as a wave of dizziness sweeps over her; a depressing cloud of inertia hangs over her thoughts, which are sluggish and detail-oriented. She puts a hand to her head as pain threatens to split it open, she feels Mordremoth stabbing lances of pain into her brain, drawing single thoughts into obsessive clarity and detail. Not even full thoughts, or really anything; just the obsessing over nothing that brings on a splitting headache.

And fear, anger, rage - all jumbled together. What if Canach doesn’t realize I’ve snapped out of it and what did you do, I could’ve gone on living forever in that fantasy and then… I just wanted to be accepted, chosen, appreciated.

You can be. Just give in.

“One rift wasn’t enough! There’s got to be another one!” Braham hollers.

Eveanin wavers on the edge, her mind relatively clear - but desire, the happily-ever-after she could have, warring with reality, with sense, with not wanting to live in a fantasy for the rest of her life.

A rift opens at her feet, and Trahearne’s voice - the real Trahearne - speaks urgently into her mind. Mordremoth doesn’t have long left to live. Keep fighting. Eveanin doesn’t know if Trahearne had intended to speak to her, or if those were just his current thoughts, but she sees life again. Mordremoth isn’t everything. Mordremoth is not the world, the all-consuming fabric of the world. This fight isn’t a small pocket rebellion that will be wiped out soon - it’s the victory, it’s the future.

It’s what Trahearne is fighting for, risking his own mind to send her into Mordremoth’s mind and free them all. Victory is inevitable. Giving in is just stupid.

So she reaches down to the rift and pulls, Canach with her, and she feels the last of the dragon’s influence drain away. The corrupted vision of Trahearne slides into the rift as well, and then it snaps closed.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Eveanin says quickly, as Commander and Braham look at her. “I… ouch.”

“I didn’t know you…” Commander stops. She looks slightly lost and confused. “You wanted to be Trahearne’s friend,” she says finally.

Eveanin glances away. “Yeah.” Jealousy, that’s what that had been. Commander is just too nice to say it.

“You know just because he didn’t choose you to be his second doesn’t mean he doesn’t value you as a friend.”

Eveanin shrugs. “Yeah, well… it’s clear to see he thinks the world of you.” Not that this doesn’t sting. The Commander will never see Trahearne as more than a friend. But… “Thanks for snapping me out of that, Canach,” she adds. “I… yeah.”

“Sylvari need to stick together when we have monsters trying to turn us into wooden puppets,” he reminds her.

Eveanin cracks a smile. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll do better next fight.”

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11, 29, 45 for Tiffany and 25, 34, 37 for Eveanin from the Character Solidifying ask xD

Oh, thanks for all the questions! Let's see how long this gets lol.

Tiffany Commander

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

When she was younger, she saw herself as smart - and she is - but time has humbled her. No plan lasts after first contact, or whatever the saying is, and she's had the best-laid plans backfire in her face (e.g. Tonn, all of HoT, a good chunk of S3 and PoF, Aurene right left and center, etc.)

Pretty much she's lost all confidence in being smart or smarter than average or IQ points or whatever - she just does her best, and a lot of the time her best is better than somebody else's best, but most of the time it doesn't matter and all her plans can do is leave more salvageable piece afterward. But! She always does her best and hopes for the best, because sometimes it works out alright. (Looking at you, Dragonstorm.)

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Hoo boy. As of IBS, I'm not quite sure; I don't consider her to be a main character in IBS - she's the old mentor to the new hero (Braham) - and I think her biggest weakness there is that she has too much confidence in Braham. She doesn't realize how not-ready he is, and she doesn't step up enough to coach him through it, and she doesn't take the reins and say "let me handle this." Maybe she believes failure is the best way to learn, maybe she half-believed Jormag and thought this was a good, low-stakes way for Braham to learn, who knows.

Pre-IBS, though... let's start from the beginning, since this all strings together! PS she could pull her weight in the military arena, but (as described in my last post) she was greatly lacking in the personal relationships department. Let's say Trahearne was as good (or better) for her as she was to him; but emotionally she was rather needy during that time because those needs had gone unfulfilled for years.

S1 through HoT she got cocky; she overconfident and thought she could handle things she couldn't; Scarlet, Mordremoth, Glint's egg, etc. and the result of that was in S3, after things had begun crashing around her with increasing regularity (Trahearne was the worst, but by no means the last), she was eventually just trying to do everything herself, culminating in Kiel's line "one individual against a God of War? ...I'm sure it'll be alright", mostly because she felt emotionally betrayed by everyone (except Taimi) who left for their own things when she was so emotionally vulnerable.

PoF she had to learn to trust her allies again, S4 was mostly about reforging all the old ties of unity, reassuming the role (if not the official rank) of Commander - but she had to work for it. She had to figure out why she believed in this so much, separately from her blind devotion to Trahearne... basically this was a coming-of-age for her, in a sense. Joko helped provide a counter-force that basically asked her: what are you trying to do? Why? Don't you know it's bad for the world? And I think General Almorra and the Vigil helped her re-form more consciously around those ideals (which she'd believed before, but more because she needed something to believe in and less because they were good ideals).

And then, yeah, by IBS she'd learned the same lesson about trusting her allies so many times that she forgot to differentiate between "large organizations" and "one individual with the burden of prophecy" who needed her help and direction.

That one got longish lol.

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

Tiffany Commander greatly tries to be responsible, though she fails sometimes. She definitely tries to think first, and when she can't she scrambles, second-guesses, and doubts herself. For example, I've seen a lot of criticism about some of the lines in PoF where the Commander says "I don't want to kill you" - I feel like a lot of the Balthazar storyline was rather rushed, like the Commander was always re-acting to Balthazar and, despite some on-the-fly conversations with Taimi, never really sat down and had a proper think about it.

Once she has had a proper think about things, though, she can get very passionate. I wouldn't call her a visionary, but she has lots of great ideas!

Eveanin

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

I... honestly don't know. She has Sylvari Commander Syndrome, meaning she was thrown into war before she could really get settled into living yet. After HoT she took some downtime alongside Ridhais until S4-ish, so that's a few solid years of settling into life.

I don't know what she did in those years yet. I imagine they were incredibly formative for her, but you know, she might qualify as a meme character - she's based on my loyalty to Trahearne - and without Trahearne I'm not sure what she does. I might take the various pieces of myself that never made it into Commander's busy life and give those to her (creative writing XD), but I have yet to figure out which of those she gets and how she got them.

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

Oof, a bit of a hard one out of context, hey? (...those aren't examples, they're direct questions. A situation is not described). Oh well, I'll do my best!

I wouldn't say she feels any of these as a general mood or vibe.

Well - except for Canach. She sorta vibes with his dripping sarcasm, his constant quips in HoT helped her significantly. If I do much with her character in the future I think Canach'll be involved somehow. Not sure how yet though. But I can absolutely imagine these two potentially ganging up together with twin contemptuous, superior looks and crashing some bar. (In a sibling way, with her trying to mimic her older brother and perhaps failing spectacularly. Maybe this is what Canach was doing after The Head of the Snake lol.)

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

I'm... gonna say she has an amazing imagination. Mordremoth took advantage of that some in HoT, painting good mind pictures and convincing her they were real. (It was most effective inside Mordremoth's mind.) I wouldn't say she daydreams much or dwells on the past, and despite her quick foray into adventure and battle, she's never had a super ton of responsibility to weigh her down. She's definitely not a worrier; she's a hoper. I would describe her as a visionary, with hopes and plans for the future and all that.

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So that's that! Thanks again for these asks, you made me have thoughts about Eveanin, and I need to have those more haha. Also thoughts about my Commander - as you can see, despite my claims that I haven't really developed past HoT/S3, I do have a general sense of my Commander the rest of the time thanks to canon story missions. (Eveanin gets cut off hard though, lol.)

Very, um, character solidifying XD.

Thanks again for the asks!!