#ROOK LADAIR — GENERAL.

[driofaire]

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* Note: He protested vehemently against the anime accusation, and did, in fact, stress that it was legos, actually.

[driofaire]

When one thought of necromancers, they hardly put a thought to them being quite as friendly as Gale was. It seemed as though the mages she had been destined to meet were either perfectly pleasant gentlemen, or bright and cunning others; nothing unfriendly or worth fearing. Rook was mystified by the magic in them yet in the same breath wary of it, though it was as much a tool for them as her daggers and bow were for her. Without her weapons, she would be about as much use as tits on a fish ... but him? God, he would be entirely unstoppable. Gale's quarters in the lighthouse were precisely as she expected; a mess of books, some opened, others for perusal as the fancy took him. She liked books well enough. Not quite the entire history of everything that had ever happened ... ever! But the ones of poetry, of sweet loves and unconquerable affections! Delightful.

Her fingers brushed against a particular one: an anthology of poems of the uncharted seas. Author unknown. Curiosity drew her to it, and for a moment she considered opening up the first few pages and taking it in. "Oh, this is right up my street," Rook said, finally. "Don't suppose you'd recommend this, would you? Already went through the books I bought in that pokey little place in Minrathous."

@recitedemise / closed starter.

[driofaire]

Rogue, saboteur specialisation. Heart of gold, the right idea and god-awful execution. Struggling to find herself and where she belongs. A personable ex-pirate with an uncanny knack for defeating the odds and coming out on top. Plenty of hiccups ahead.

MUSE TAGS: GENERAL, WRITING, PINTEREST, SPOTIFY, BONDS, META.

Please note: spoilers for Veilguard below. (Will remove the read more in a month or so).

THE BASICS.

NAME: Balrina Munette Maribel Rook Ladair. ALIASES: Mari (picked herself), Rook, she does not offer the name of Maribel unless very, very well acquainted as she ties that with her adoptive mother. AGE: 32. RACE: Human, assumed common born due to having no information about her own parents. GENDER: Female. OCCUPATION: Pirate & smuggler (formerly), mercenary (present), treasure hunter. SEXUALITY: Bisexual, male-leaning. PLACE OF ORIGIN: Ferelden (unknown to her), assumed Rivain. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Common, Rivaini. Fluent in both. AFFILIATION: Lords of Fortune, The Veilguard.

THE PHYSICAL:

FACECLAIM: Geena Davis, specifically in Cutthroat Island. HAIR: Dark brown, almost black. Messily cut so it doesn't fall into her eyes. Definitely does this with a dagger when it starts to bother her. EYE COLOUR: Hazel, leaning heavily more into dark green. HEIGHT: 5'7''. BUILD: Lean but well-muscled from years of trawling through ruins, and scrambling up the mast to get into the crow's nests of ships. A little on the skinny side, as most seafaring folks tend to be. This is from many weeks either at sea, or, having actually left seafaring behind, setting out on trips with only the necessary rations. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Heavy scarring on face, some newer, some older. Heavy scarring on body from knife-fishing and altercations with sea life. A mish-mash of tattoos over her body, some newer, some faded with time. The favourite of hers being an anchor on her collarbone. A beauty mark above her left lip, on her left cheek and the right side of her jaw. Missing the top segment of her left pinky finger after a game of five finger fillet in her misspent twenties.

RELATIONSHIPS.

Family: Uriel Munette† (biological father), Camilla Munette† (biological mother), Marisol Ladair (adoptive mother, estranged). FRIENDS: Varric Tethras, Bellara Lutare, Lace Harding, Lucanis Dellamorte, Neve Gallus, Emmrich, Davrin, Taash. ENEMIES: Solas. Elgar'nan. Ghilan'nain. Marisol Ladair.

BACKSTORY / TIDBITS.

Originally born Balrina Munette, sole daughter of Uriel Munette and Camilla Munette. They were seafaring merchants that dealt mostly in spices, though, on occasion they could be paid to carry … other curiosities of interest. 

As they were never home, they opted to set sail with Maribel rather than leave her with someone else, as they hoped that, as their eldest daughter, when they retired they would be able to leave their profession in the hands of her. 

Were set upon by pirates allied with the Lords of Fortune when she was three years old, and, after the rest of the crew had been slaughtered, they found her cowering in the hold. Rather than throwing her overboard, they opted to take her to their Captain, one Marisol Ladair, of the Brightfin. She considered leaving her at the next safe port, but ultimately decided against it. She would eventually grow fond of her, and take her under her wing as a stolen protege. 

She was renamed in the first few weeks under Marisol’s command, as Maribel herself decided that she did not sound quite pirate enough. She asked Marisol to pick one, and the pirate thought it would be cute to match. She would also claim the title of Miniature Mari in the years to come.

When she came old enough to be trusted to scamper up into the crow’s nest of The Brightfin, she would be on the lookout for ships on the horizon. It would not be until her 12th birthday that Marisol gifted her the first sword she would ever know. Crafted specially for her adopted daughter, it was a small thing but sharp enough to cut through her finger like butter. She called it Little Fang, and now that she has long outgrown it, it is now a display item in her room in the Lighthouse. 

It took her a while to realise that it was Marisol’s crew that killed her family, and she did not remember her name before. This did put a rift between them, as from the ages of 15-25, she pulled away from her and the life of piracy in favour of the plunder and robbing of tombs, ruins and contracted jobs escorting excavators, scholars and other folks who need a trained eye.

She likes spear fishing/combing the sea floor for oysters. This is how she chooses to relax when she is stressed and she is able to find shiny shells, pearls and sea glass which is also displayed in her room in the lighthouse. 

DECISIONS: UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

[driofaire]

THE LORD OF FORTUNE, MARIBEL "ROOK" LADAIR TAGS.

THE LORD OF FORTUNE — THREADS. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — ANSWERED. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — VISAGE. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — HEADCANONS. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — AESTHETIC. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — MUSINGS. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — FRIENDS & FOES. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — MUSIC. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — DELIGHTS. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — VERSE : PROLOGUE. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — VERSE : ACT I. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — VERSE : ACT II. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — VERSE : ACT III. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — BOND : LACE HARDING. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — BOND : BELLARA LUTARE. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — BOND : LUCANIS DELLAMORTE. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — BOND : DAVRIN. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — BOND : EMMRICH. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — BOND : TAASH. THE LORD OF FORTUNE — BOND : SOLAS.

[driofaire]

There were times where Mari longed for the openness of the ocean, and the freedoms that it afforded her. Nothing truly anchoring her, no pointed fingers that told her where to go, who to be, and how the world around her ought to shape her. She had been fortunate in many ways to have been allowed it, even as estranged from folks she had once called family as she was. That was the price for having struck out on her own, she supposed. She was a Lord or Fortune, and as long as there was coin, she would always have somewhere to go, and something to do. People to meet.

Rook was a striking example of that. She did not wish to be in his shoes, with the weight of the world's fate resting heavily on it, nor did she know how to help him with it. She tried. Thought long and hard on it at the end of the day as she sat beside the caretaker's awfully handy little table and watched the wisps outside of Neve's own tower. Maribel shouldered open the door to his room, and poked her head around it. Fuck, forgot to knock again. Whoops.

"Hey, Rook. Wanted to know if you fancied a jaunt to Rivain. Want to go watch the sunset on the beach. Or, if a drink's what you fancy, we could go grab a bevvy from the Hall of Valour. Starting to get a little stir crazy."

@tarrasch / closed starter / companion!maribel.

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The Lords of Fortune was large enough that it felt like an impossibility to meet them all. It was the same for every other faction; some had their cliques, and others were a little more elusive and avoidant of large groups. Rook, herself, favoured sneaking in when the Hall of Valour was at its quietest, where pirates and mercenaries alike were sleeping off the hangovers paid for by a job well done. Rook had never seen Taash before. And Taash stood out. Not as a peculiarity, but as someone who stood head, shoulders (and a handful of ribs) above the rest.

One thing Rook knew about Lords of Fortune was the fact that, like herself, they tended to jingle when they walked. It was the jewellery. Gold and shiny enough that it caught the sun, and shone spectacularly in the lighthouse. "Got something for you, Taash." Rook probably could've knocked first, rather than shouldering her way through the door to make a beeline for her friend. "While we were exploring the beaches a few days ago, I found something you might like." Cradled in the cup of her hands, there would sit a piece of sea glass; cleaned and polished, and decorated with lines of gold and white paint to mimic the break of waves against the sand. Hand painted, if the smudges and smears over Rook's fingers were anything to go by. In the top of it, there was a hole, and a chain of gold (or something like it) was threaded through the top.

"I figured, what with the motto being For Gold and Glory, it would be rather fetching." She moved to let it dangle off the tip of her finger and her smile widened into a broad grin. Rook wiggled it, as though that would entice them to take it from her.

@fademade / closed starter / taash.