#Revas Mahariel

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Whiny elf alert 🚨 Dragon age: Origins oc just dropped. MAJOR WIP. I am flipping through VTMB, BG3, and DA like no one’s business. ADHD is real and it fucked me in the ass.

He’s a revamping of my last Dalish elf oc, both named Revas. Now he’s a warrior with a chainmail helmet because I had a bone shaking desire for an oc in a chainmail helmet and a full suit of armor.

Gaymers, should he be trans? Yes he should. Okay he’s trans 🏳️‍⚧️ Also he’s like 6’2. He looms. Lurks, even.

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Ashadin'an Mahariel - Vera Hawke - Somniar Lavellan

My DA protags during Veilguard

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I was careless with my tags, so I will post this old stuff again.

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If you have any questions, our schedule and FAQ sheet is up on our carrd!

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mahvir mahariel, his sister revas [???????] mahariel lavellan (she had another name i haven’t decided on— she started going by revas when she was traded to clan lavellan), and nel (not their real name) mevar (also probably not their real name), otherwise known as rook.

malcom hawke jr not shown but she’s mostly just default marian hawke lol

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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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2, 10, 25, and 33 for Rhava pls!

late as hell reply bc i was braindead yesterday but im still chewin on rhava <3

2. How did Rook get the nickname? What do they think of it?

its mostly along the lines of how varric explains it in game. rhava is direct and bold, especially in his combat and how he casts. he's an assassin of a mage, finding the weak points in the veil and tearing through it to pull the magic he needs through from the fade. its a style based in raw power and a sensitivity to the fade, and very little technique. my hc for it is based on a spoiler reveal about the elves and a banter from dai about solas' casting style ;3 i imagine a circle trained mage must have made a comment about it to varric at some point, and varric made the connection. as far as names go , rhava thinks it's fine. matches his name well enough

10. Does Rook know their history? Do they know of the HoF, Hawke, the Inquisitor?

he knows about dalish history and the history of northern thedas. and since both the hero of fereldan (revas mahariel) and inquisitor (malion lavellan) and dalish in my worldstate, he knows plenty about them! i hc the clan rook is from has some crossover in where they roam with the lavellans, so he's probably only a few degrees of separation away from malion. and he's heard plenty about hawke from varric.

25. How does Rook like to spend their free time?

prior to the game he loved to nap. now he's afraid of solas being in his head, and doesn't enjoy it quiet as much anymore. he definitely plays that elven bass you can place in your room, i don't imagine he has the best singing voice but he's practiced. he likes bird watching.

33. What do fear demons look like to Rook?

the disappointed face of his keeper, specifically when he told her he was leaving. his brother imeric, blighted. wolves.

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Day 27. Elder Heey i made a new Mahariel! Name's Lindis (yeah, yeah, i know, not gonna make her die, she will have a baby with Morrigan). She wears an Elgar'nan vallaslin, as she believes in fighting against the oppressors with force, not taking half-measures. Also, she is a musician so she will sing In Uthenera herself thank you very much!

hahren na melana sahlin emma ir abelas souver'inan isala hamin vhenan him dor'felas in uthenera na revas

vir sulahn'nehn vir dirthera vir samahl la numin vir lath sa'vunin

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Dragon Age OC Masterpost

Aka Where I’m going to start shoving posts about my ocs in the New Year.

Worldstate I: In Hushed Whispers

Athell Surana | Arcane Warrior ♡ Zevran/ Sten

Marian Hawke | Force Mage ♡ Anders/ Varric

Eirlin Lavellan | Knight Enchanter ♡ Blackwall/ Solas

Ethiriel Ingellvar | Death Caller ♡ Lucanis

Worldstate II: Champions of the Just

Aderith Cousland | Reaver ♡ King!Alistair

Augustine Hawke | Blood Mage ♡ Fenris

Eve Trevelyan | Templar ♡ Iron Bull

Miri De Riva | Duelist ♡ Davrin

Extra Ocs

Olfa Laidir | Saboteur ♡ Neve

Devara Thorne | Champion ♡ Harding

Matthias Mercar | Duelist ♡ Bellara

Atticus Amell | Spirit Healer ♡ Morrigan

Revas Tabris | Ranger ♡ Leliana

Unnamed Lavellan | Tempest ♡ Solas

Herah Adaar | Reaver ♡ Josephine

Malika Cadash | Berserker ♡ Sera

Unnamed Trevelyan | Knight Enchanter ♡ Iron Bull

Lonan Mahariel | Assassin ♡ Morrigan/ Tamlen

Mihren Ashael-Lavellan | Artificer ♡ Dorian

Minharis De Riva | Spellblade ♡ Emmrich

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minor headcanons: critters: gamma world state

Temry Mahariel:

The mabari: Lethallin is calm, quiet, and always thinking. He's Kieran's primary babysitter once Kieran is old enough to start toddling on his own. Lethallin is incredibly gentle and patient with Kieran, and he can and will rip out someone's throat for looking at Kieran or Temry wrong. Physically, he's got a Great Dane-y sort of build, being mostly legs, with merle coloring.

The weasel: Nehn has been Temry's pet since they were a teenager. She lives in their pack or their pockets and likes to put in inconvenient appearances. She also likes to try to eat fingers, generally with limited success.

The owl: Atisha is Temry's hunting aid at night. She's a barn owl, and while she's not the most intelligent creature in the world, she is very good at dropping rabbits at Temry's feet, and that's the important part.

The crow: Samahl likes to act as lookout during the day. Temry didn't really train him to do this. He just sort of started doing it after he started following Temry around because they fished him out of a pond and fed him jerky. He's a worryingly clever little thief who likes to collect shiny things. His collection lives in Temry's pack, though, so they're not too concerned about it, even if they do need to fish their wedding ring out of it every other day. They're not entirely convinced Samahl isn't a mage having a laugh, but they suppose they'll never know. He likes to tag team with a shapeshifted Morrigan to cause Antics and Shenanigans.

The fennec: Honestly, Dalen is less a pet and more an unexpected tagalong. He climbed into Temry's pack one day and fell asleep, and stayed unnoticed for probably 18 hours, at which point he decided to stick around.

The hart: Sabrae is an albino hart. He's tall. He's very pretty. He's very majestic. He's also dumb as a post. He's very sweet and very obedient and does exactly as he's asked at all times because if he doesn't then he loses track of where his own ass and head are.

Madry Hawke:

The mabari: Grim is a mountain variety of mabari, which means he's basically a Newfoundland with a nubbly tail. He consists of endless amounts of black hair and slobber. He's very friendly and tends to play dumber than he is. He's still a puppy when the Blight starts, so he's still got enough pep in his step to follow Madry to Skyhold during the Inquisition, even if he is visibly slowing by then.

The horse: Kelpie is an Akhel-teke that Madry steals from some rich fuck on the way out of Kirkwall, because stealing from rich fucks is one of Madry's favorite hobbies, even when the situation is urgent. She's almost entirely black except for a white face and highlighter blue eyes. She looks very alarming coming down the road on a foggy night. She can and will chase someone down to check their pockets for snacks. Madry will make no efforts to contain her enthusiasm.

Petrichor Lavellan:

The dog: Mi'Durgen is a high content wolf/mabari cross. He's worryingly intelligent and can generally be seen visibly weighing the pros and cons of whatever he's being told to do, and tends to ignore anyone who isn't Petra or who Petra hasn't temporarily put in charge of him. He actually makes Petra's trek to find the Inquisition again after Haven gets buried easier, since he's waiting for them outside the cave when they come stumbling out into the snow.

The moose: Some people ride horses. Some ride harts. Some ride dracolisks or nuggalopes or other strange creatures. Petra has a bull moose named Revas. They've had Revas since before the events of Inquisition; together they tended to act as trail breakers for the clan when they were on the move, riding ahead to make sure there was nothing in the way. Revas is generally calm, but with the air of someone holding onto their patience with both hands.

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revas mahariel,  warrior of clan sabrae, commander of the grey, dearest friend of the hero of ferelden

i messed around and made a 2 wardens au, oops

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It’s @nepetaz ‘s OC Revas Mahariel’s birthday!!! I love her design so much :D 

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Revas Mahariel, chaotic dumbass, now complete with vallaslin!

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Lily

I wrote angst and it hurts like hell and oh god I cried whilst writing it.

Featuring my OC’s Nico and Dima Mahariel, and their father Revas Mahariel.

TW’s for blood, death, slavery, and just a shitton of angst.

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In the forests of Antiva, walked three Dalish Elves.

Keeper of Clan Mahariel, Revas Mahariel, accompanied his young twin sons into the wild woodlands to show them the foundations of survival. This was something the family did often, at least twice a week if possible, and it was valuable time together for them. Revas’s Keeper duties often kept him busy, and sometimes unable to spend time with his sons at all.

He had a son walking on either side of him, both clutching his significantly larger hands tightly. Dmitri Mahariel chatted away happily to his Father, rambling on about anything that caught his interest or something exciting that had happened to him earlier that week. His younger brother, Nikolai Mahariel, was quite happy to walk in silence, allowing his brother to do the talking for the both of them.

Revas couldn’t be happier. Of course if his ex-wife could be here, that would make things even better. Revas regularly mourned the fact that the twins would not grow up without a motherly influence in their lives, but they seemed to be doing just fine.

‘’-and then and then!!! Nini made a scary face and said ‘You pee the bed Daerian.’ Daerian went running crying back to his Mamae and I got my stick sword back!!!’’

Revas was snapped out of his thoughts as Dima’s excitable voice raised in pitch as he told his Father his story, and there was a very indignant ‘Dima!’ from Nico as Revas let out a chuckle in amusement. He then looked down to his left to see a very sheepish Nico kicking a small rock across the grassy forest floor.

‘’Is that true, da’fen?’’

Nico just shrugged as a response, then muttered ‘’He was being mean…’’

Revas couldn’t argue with that.

Every now and then, the elder Elf would stop beside a bush, either with oddly coloured berries or flowers, and attempt to tell the twins the properties of them. It was important they knew these things in case of emergencies. They were useful after all.

The twins genuinely did try their best to pay attention, but it was a struggle. And by the time they were an hour and a bit into their fathers lessons, they had all but given up on trying to listen.

Revas could see this, and figured he should give the twins something to enjoy instead. He sat them down on the abnormally gigantic roots of an ancient oak tree, that spiralled and gnarled in on itself both above and below the ground, and shielded them from the hot sun with its tall branches and large leaves. After he had gotten their attention, he held up a clenched fist, and smiled.

‘’Watch this, boys.’’

The boys watched in wonder as their Father’s fist glowed green, and gasped quietly when he opened it to reveal two stark white flowers where there had been nothing before. The twins recognised them to be lilies, and Dima bounced on the spot excitedly where as Nico was still staring, though he did have a small smile on his lips.

Revas reached forward, braiding the lilies into the boys long black hair one by one. They reached up to gently feel them at the same time, before lunging forward to hug their Father.

‘’That was so cool, Baban!!!’’

‘’Thank you, Baban…’’

Revas just grinned and hugged his boys back, laughing quietly to himself at their reactions. He loved making them smile.

And with a lily, he hoped to pass on their mother’s love. For that was her name, after all…

They were a happy family despite everything. A close knit and loving family.

Though like Revas had described to the twins once before, when a beloved Clan Halla passed away, the Creators often liked to pick the most beautiful things from this earth that they belovedly created.

Revas could not help the twitching of his pointed ears as he picked up on an abnormal sound coming from the east. They were outside of Clan hunting territory, so no one should be here…

That’s when he heard it. The sound of men laughing uproariously. They were no voices the Keeper recognised, and he froze to the spot, arms tensing around his children.

Humans. Human hunters had come to these woods.

Revas knew how much danger they were in instantly, and leapt to his feet. He easily picked up the twins, one in each arm, and took off running deeper into the forest. He knew these woods well, expertly avoiding upturned routes or particularly sharp rocks, taking almost completely hidden turns, getting past the more dangerous wildlife without getting so much as a second glance.

Nico and Dima were terrified, but knew to be quiet when their Father seemed to sense danger. They had not heard the humans, therefore having no idea what was wrong.

The Shemlen had heard Revas taking off though, footfalls much too heavy in his panic to get his children to safety to attempt stealth. They assumed he was a deer, having been spooked by their loudness. Revas could hear the beating of the horses hooves getting closer, and realised even if he were to make it back to the Clan in time, he would surely doom them.

So he did the only thing he could think of.

Sliding to a stop in front of a particularly large bush, he kneeled down, and placed his children behind it. He signaled for them to be quiet, and they agreed without question, nodding their heads to show they understood.

Revas knew that what he was about to do...May not turn out how he hoped.

So he hugged them both tightly, and whilst pulling away, slipped his necklace off over his head. It was made of shedded Halla antler, with intricate Elven symbols and words carved into it. He handed it to Dima, his lips trembling despite his trying to keep everything under control. He gripped Dima’s shoulders tightly, tight enough to make him wince involuntarily, and spoke in a panicked but hushed tone to his son, who had, as well as his brother, barely seen their tenth summer.

‘’I need you to promise me, Dima...Promise that no matter what, you will protect your brother. You will protect the clan. You will grow strong, and always protect those you love. Do you understand? Be strong.’’

Dima didn’t hesitate in answering, whispering a very determined ‘’Of course I promise Baban.’’ But also; ‘’What’s wrong though? You’re coming back, right?’’

Revas let out a shuddered breath, and gave his sons the best smile he could muster.

‘’Ar lath ma, ma len. I love you both so much...Be strong.’’

Before they could even question, Revas was taking off running into the clearing not far from them. Where the twins could see what was going on...Revas forced himself to stand his ground despite his fear as the humans approached, pulling his staff from his back and gripping it tightly as they pulled their horses to a stop and dismounted.

One human, with pale skin and a bald head, paired with a horribly patchy beard, was the first to approach Revas. Behind him were two more humans, dressed head to toe in armour. Revas couldn’t see their faces, though he could feel their stares.

He forced himself to greet the men in perfect trade with a smile, as wary as it may look, and a short bow.

‘’Greetings, outsiders.’’

He didn’t even get a greeting back, instead, the man in front of him just snarled, looking him up and down.

‘’Lookie here, boys. A knife ear, right here. Looks like we may not need to look for their damned camp so hard after all.’’

Revas tensed, knowing instantly who these men must be. Slavers, probably for the black market in the main city of Antiva. He reached back with his free hand to scratch nervously at his ear lobe, needing something to do as he answer, even if he wasn’t exactly asked a question.

‘’I-I beg your pardon? You can’t-’’

Revas was cut off by a sharp sword pointing directly at his neck, causing him to go stock still, too afraid to even breathe.

The man growled, pressing the blade against Revas’s neck. Enough to draw blood, for the moment, and make the Elf hiss slightly in pain.

‘’Shut your mouth, knife ear. Now listen closely. We know it isn’t just you here. We saw a stuffed toy on the ground. And you were quite happy to run just a moment ago...Who are you protecting? Your knife eared kid? Kids? Oh, the Crows would pay a pretty sum for some young Elves to train up.’’

Revas felt sick to his stomach. He wasn’t about to negotiate with some slavers, just so they could go hunt some other people.

So that left him one choice.

Carefully, he took a step back, and twirled his staff in hand.

‘’I’m not telling you anything, Shemlen!’’

He inhaled, ready to shout a spell, one powerful enough to knock them down and give him

time to run with the boys-

When instead it turned into a breathless gasp of pain, and he looked down to see a sword running right through his gut.

From behind the bush, there was a whimper, the leaves rustling as Nico attempts to get up to run to his Father. He’s stopped by Dima however, who yanks him down by the back of his shirt, and straddles him to keep him from trying again. Nico tries to yell for Revas, but Dima covers his younger brothers mouth and despite the tears forming in his own eyes as Nico writhes and struggles, whispers harshly for him to quit it.

Nico doesn’t see what Dima sees. Doesn’t see as the men kick Revas down onto his back. Doesn’t witness them sneering and taunting Revas as he bleeds out, amethyst eyes formerly shining with life beginning to go dull as he stares up at the sky. His lips barely moving as he words a silent prayer to Falon’din to guide his soul to the Beyond, the Creator who’s Vallaslin he has proudly worn since seventeen years of age.

He doesn’t see as Revas’s throat is slit easily by a spear tossed to the man who had also stabbed him, then thrust through the Keepers exposed chest.

Eventually, the humans get sick of mutilating the now dead Elf’s form. The murderer declaring Revas must have left the twins at the great oak tree and had instead tried to lure them away and distract them.

They mount their horses, and ride off. As soon as their horses beating hooves can no longer be heard, Dima and Nico get up, running over to their father’s unmoving form. He couldn’t be dead. Surely he was just badly injured, would still be breathing.

But there’s blood. Too much blood for any mortal man to surely survive. His dark skin is now an ashen colour, and his eyes are glazed over and lifeless. His expression is slack, and his chest…

It certainly isn’t moving.

Dima stands staring, completely frozen. He can’t tear his eyes off of their Fathers, their Babans, corpse. Nico however, collapses to his knees.

And he screams. A scream so heart wrenching it scares off any animals in the immediate vicinity. A scream filled with such unimaginable grief and fear and anger that it doesn’t sound human at all.

Dima can only drop down beside him, tears rolling silently down his cheeks as he reaches for Revas’s hand. Earlier it was warm, warm as Dima clung to it, warm as he pulled his Father behind him and swung and laughed and...Warm as Dima thought about how much he trusted that warmth to always be there...But now it was cold, and Dima could feel the remnants of Revas’s body heat slowly fading away.

‘’Papa…’’

He could barely mutter it. Beside him, Nico had begun to sob, clothing beginning to turn red with their Father’s blood soaking into it. He rested his head on Revas’s chest, hair mostly obscuring his face from his elder twins view.

And from his hair fell the lily Revas had left in it just twenty minutes ago. It landed in the puddle of blood just beside Revas’s body, and Dima could have sworn he heard his Father whispering the word- No. The name, Lily, in the small breeze that blew past them all.

Dima could only pull Nico to him, trying to find some comfort in his brothers still warm body despite the chilling aura that had settled in the area.

They only had each other now, meaning Dima was determined more than ever before now to keep his promise to their Father.

He would protect Nico with his life.

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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