#Theneras

[pointyhatspointyears]

🌊What is a phobia of theirs?

🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}

Theneras:

🐹Pet Names: Though he’s always doling out pet names, for him nothing comes anywhere close to the sound of his own name on Fyr’s lips. Since childhood, he had been given a title as is customary for the children of the Everlasting Dark, and even after he escaped, the title seemed to stick, so no one had called him by his name all that often. Hearing it invoked in his ear (well, his Source surrogate’s ear) by his lover like a prayer, way across the aetherial sea in another world, is really the deepest form of intimacy he’s ever felt. Fyr, of course, found that out very quickly and has been capitalizing on it since. It’s so effective it’s annoying sometimes (for Gabriel, the aforementioned surrogate.)

for 🌊phobias, not sure if it counts? if phobias need to be irrational? but a very legit very rational fear of his would have to be his tribe's mother/abuser. She's the main source of 99% of his nightmares, why he was afraid to sleep for a good chunk of his childhood (also very rational. The chemically-induced nightmares were real visions of past rejoinings) and why he can't be rid of the Children for good.

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Fyrstyrm:

🐹Pet Names: Theneras seems to call him things the meaning of which is lost on him (and anyone outside that particular elf tradition) and he just goes with it. But at least when Fyr starts hearing things like vhenan and ar lath ma vhenan pour out of a breathless Gabriel, he knows he’s doing something right. He took it as the high praise it was, and it was enough to tickle the slight praise kink he never knew he had. Over time he developed a sort of pavlovian response to them and now they’re just as effective on him regardless of meaning.

(it's Dragon Age elven!)

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Yasumi:

🐹Pet Names: Her wife is a minimalist with her language as with everything else, so she keeps it pure and simple: My love. and Yasu would have it no other way. They’ve been together the longest (15 years) and although Yasu's accumulated many sundry pet names for her wife, like little jade, dango, dustbunny (Yuu has a family of spriggans) when it comes to intimate moments, “love” is really the one that stood the test of time.

🌊Phobias: It's very subtle, but if she finds herself in closed spaces with no doors nearby she'll get particularly irritable. It may or may not explain the weird half-covered door frames lying against random walls in her cave, presumed to be decorative (one has a butterfly symbol on the frame, for instance).

[nylathriasoulseer]

When: At the start of troupe 2

With: @thenerasx

Where: Brewed Awakening

Yes, she had to speak in truths, couldn’t tell a lie but that didn’t mean she couldn’t skirt around the truth when she didn’t want to tell it. And she had done exactly that to Theneras. He was exactly the type who would run off recklessly from her experience. Maybe she was judgemental for doing that but she wasn’t going to have someone dies just because she was irresponsible with what she shared from her readings.

She had gone to the brewed awakening to get a drink after a long journey. What she had not expected was Theneras to be there. Was she shitting herself? Only slightly, he might not have figured out she hid the truth, he may not even remember her face. She took a swing of her drink for hoping he didn’t know. Nylathria made room at the bar for him “the honey ale is to die for. You should give it a try.” Maybe if she talked about the alcohol it would distract the other.

[dirthenera]

✨Veilfire✨

Been ages since I painted my girl! Wanted to do a little speed paint and play with lighting.

Thenera Lavellan

[ninitenebrae]

a re-draw of one of my older works. With my latest Warden Theneras.

[ghost-t-cryptids]

He just has the worst luck

[shouldaspunastory]

For @sky-fire-forever and @dadrunkwriting

Theneras Lavellan (SFW, DAI: Prologue), 370 words

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“Can I tell you a secret,” Theneras whispers softly, wide heather eyes staring unfocused across the snowy landscape of Haven. “Sometimes I think about running away. That’s selfish, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can seal these rifts, who might be able to fix all of this, but sometimes…” the elf shakes their head. “I feel like I’m fading. Like they’re slowly erasing me. Like nobody cares who I am, what I feel, what I think, if it doesn’t suit whatever narrative they’ve decided upon. They’re calling me the ‘Herald of Andraste’ now. Me. I’d almost rather they go back to calling me a knife-ear. At least then I’d know they still see me as an elf. But I’m just supposed to go along with it, let them call me the messenger of some god’s bride I don’t even believe in, let them rewrite my story so we can gather enough allies and forces to fix the blasted hole in the sky.”

“I thought maybe if I could just close the rift at the temple that would be it. Maybe they’d realize it wasn’t my doing. Maybe eventually they’d let me go. Instead, I wake up three days later and every Shem for miles is staring at me, whispering about me, calling me the Herald or a heretic. I keep hoping I didn’t wake up, that I’m still asleep. This certainly feels like a nightmare,” the elf admits with a frown, glancing sideways at the wolf seated beside them who is studiously licking his paws clean after his meal. Theneras sighs, gently running her fingers through the beast’s thick coat, scratching a little behind each ear.

“Keep out of sight,” the elf cautions, stroking beneath their chin with a smile as the wolf lifts their gaze to meet theirs. “These Shems are all on edge and I wouldn’t trust their hunters to recognize you’re special. I’d tell you to keep out of trouble, but I think we both know how futile that would be,” Theneras chuckles softly, “Just be smart and don’t get caught,” she smiles, standing up and brushing the snow from her knees and turning their eyes towards Haven with a heavy sigh. “Back to it then.”

[herald-divine-hell]

I don't know why, but I feel like my Rook, Thenera, loves puzzles and board games.

Haven't really decided on her personality, but that thought just sticks. She just loves them, homie.

[nadas-dirthalen]

I'll have a full post up here sometime, because I don't think I could possibly have been more emotionally devastated by my specific Veilguard playthrough than I was.

But I will say: I played a Dalish Veil Jumper spellblade with Falon'Din vallaslin, and during the entire last 3 hours of the game, I was just thinking of this:

Elgar'nan, Wrath and Thunder, Give us glory. Give us victory, over the Earth that shakes our cities. Strike the usurpers with your lightning. Burn the ground under your gaze. Bring Winged Death against those who throw down our work.

Sobbing. My stomach in knots.

Thank you, BioWare. I mean that. I needed the cry.

[thedinanshiral]

Sethena Theneras, The Loremaster

Faction: Veil Jumpers

Lineage: Elf

Age: mid 30s

Gender: Female

Class/Spec: Mage, Spellblade

Kewywords: Knowledge and Truth

Her name is a word play on the elvhen word for the Fade, Setheneran. Her mother jokingly claimed her name is actually just "Fade Fade" because she was working on translating some texts on the subject and couldn't come up with anything else. Although she grew up hearing all the stories of her ancestors she holds no particular reverence for the Elvhen pantheon, from her studies she learned quickly that power corrupts more often than not and also understands the oral tradition of the Dalish must be full of holes as much as it must be riddled with creative license. The things she’s learned from the Fade and the varied accounts of historical events have pushed her to question everything and search for the truth by herself as she feels she can’t trust anyone else with it. Every person, every faction and nation have their own version and truth shouldn’t have “versions”.

She has more notebooks than she can remember yet she can't stop herself from getting more, and she often writes on whichever is closer at hand at the moment inspiration strikes; recollecting her notes from several of them is a complex and time consuming event for which she has to clear a whole week's schedule. When the opportunity to witness history as it unfolds - rather than having to read about it later- is presented to her, she jumps right in.

[pointyhatspointyears]

(2.) How important is your OCs relationship(s) to their story? Would it still make sense without it? Or is their connection to this other character integral to their development?

God I wouldn't know how else to write a story if not around the character's relationships of any kind. Wouldn't know how to flesh out a character without starting with their boundaries with others and why they were drawn to begin with. (Boundaries not in the sense of walls but like, the outline of a figure that distinguishes it from the background) or the failings and toxicities of their previous relationships that would shape their personal definition of a healthy relationship. Where we can custom-tailor the circumstances for them to grow. So I really don't know how to make sense of a story without relating its main character to others, but that's probably because my definition of relationship is wider than what was intended by the question, probably..?

So if we're talking specifically romantic or sexual relationships, our characters pretty much run the gamut, so how big a part their relationship plays in their own story is a case by case thing. LOTS more rambling if you're curious.

Very briefly, the lala wives (Yuusei x Yasumi) I'd say are the most sexually active with obscene amounts of love and doting and it's an essential, sacred ritual for them that involves a consensual and mutually-beneficial exchange of lifeforce, so yes, an absolutely integral part of the story, especially with Yuusei's trans/body issues being a big part of their story (the sex parts will never be shared ofc because people are weird about adult lalas). Verdict: Absolutely integral.

For our girlfriends (Goose x Amalthea), one has a long journey ahead of her to being comfortable with touch and intimacy while the other is frothing at the mouth trying to be patient. Couples with drastically different drives really have it tough and it adds spice, but that's only indirectly relevant to Amalthea's WoL arc and how she learns to thaw and not let the isolation of long-term anger/shadow repression swallow her up. And the advantage of having a tenacious partner who's very ready and very eager to take whatever she can dish out at her, sexually or otherwise, and contain it for her when she can't, is certainly a healing experience for her lol. Verdict: fairly integral.

And as for the malewives (Fyrstyrm x Gabriel x Theneras) their relationship is as awkward as it is fun to write. There's long-distance issues (Theneras being in the First). There's platonic vs. sexual love and how they can or can't co-exist. There's Theneras only having known human contact through longterm ritualistic cult abuse, then escaping and living alone for about 20+ years, only to find the kindest, gentlest, most caring soul in Fyr, all the way in the Source, and forming an obsession attachment to him without the other even knowing he existed for a good few years. Even after, he's only able to be with him through Gabriel, Fyr's life-long friend and Theneras's "host" in the Source. His story is relearning how to trust others to have your genuine best interest at heart when all you've known was abuse, and boy does he take a few wrong turns along the way, having only been taught what he has. Then there's Gabriel who's all too happy to provide the required dick but is also slowly losing his own mind? because a strange elf owns all his aether and lives in him now and he can only hope he plays nice. Verdict: integral-ish? it's complicated..

Then there's our ace lala (and the 3rd wheel on our sapphic tricycle lmao) who does romanticize a lot of things, but relationships not as much. Her biggest relationship arc is with her adoptive dad (Fyr) and how she can get him to get over himself and his own sense of inadequacy, and show him he raised a damned good Storm pup, whether or not he manages to locate and reunite her with her biological family. I think she's the most relatively well-adjusted of all of them, whatever that says about sexual relationships. Verdict: nah she aint got time for that.

THANK YOU for the chance to ramble about OC relationships. It takes up 90% of my brain RAM and I overheat sometimes (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

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[maaenyo]

It's Veilguard time!

First of all, GALLIA LAVELLAN WELCOME BACK GIRRRRL

Look at her, she's precious

Then, there's my first Rook, Sethena

She's level 12 now but nevermind.

The game is so beautiful and full of wonders to discover, and the photo mode is a game changer

And here's the pocket size guy i've been dying to meet in game since i first read him in Tevinter Nights four years ago

Look at him, he's my boo, he runs on coffee beans, says "shit" in spanish when he's really surprised and he's actually pretty funny but also deeply troubled and like frankly he doesn't need my Rook to fix him, he just needs lots of hugs, ok? Hugs and kisses

[dirthenera]

Bandwagon! Thenera in Dragon Age Absolution style!

[ninitenebrae]

I miss Zevran and my Warden

[ghost-t-cryptids]

He's so normal

[valshirathelight]

"I did not need to know that," she groaned. It might have been funny had she had thought of Mira. The two, engaged, set to made some heirs for Elune's Veil one day. She hadn't thought much of it when she was little - it made sense when their parents were friends - but it bothered her more and more with every passing decade. He took the dynamite back and she didn't fight him. Val'shira leaned back against the stair as she considered his names. "Subtle," she teased, glancing over with a small grin and eyebrow lift. When she looked away again, she sighed. "There are like a million-billion beautiful elvhen words for things and places... we can be traditional." But that was so expected. One of the worst curses about being an artist was that you were chronically hoping for originality in everything you did, one way or another.

She pouted, a very serious and thoughtful pout. "Or we can be more simple... Something nice but still somehow foreboding. So, maybe warren. Like a rabbit's warren." She smiled. "Wanderer's Warren... The Wild Warren." Was alliteration overused somewhere too? She moved her foot to gently push at his leg. "Am I overthinking it?" He was likely one of the only people Val'shira would outwardly ask for advice - words to humble the rarely humbled, sentiments to bring a stubborn elve back from doing whatever she wanted - thoughts or actions of her's that could either spiral her into anxiety or into trouble with someone. Val was introspective enough to know how difficult she could be, but rarely admitted it and even rarer did she seek help. People didn't need to know how fragile her ego actually was.

Such a buzzkill, was this place even going to be scary if there weren't real stakes on the line? They were doing this together though and at least Val would make sure that this was going to last past a fortnight. No dynamite though? What was Theneras even going to contribute? He'd have to put some thought into that. His eyes fixed on his friend for a few beats too long as she made a show of humoring him.

"I was joking but I'll take it, anything for a show." The mountain looked stable enough but Theneras had a habit of not thinking things all the way through. He didn't know what he could contribute that'd be at the other's level but he liked a challenge, and any chance to get his mind working. She plucked the dynamite though and put her back to him for a moment, Theneras was Theneras, so he looked and bit his lip before clearing his throat. Grinning.

"Jokes on you, I'm into that shit." Theneras grinned, tone light before he sat down next to her and plucked the dynamite from her hands before he pocketed it again into his jacket. Theneras rubbed his hands together as he tried to think of a good name, there were about eighty-seven-thousand fancy elven words for how special things were. So many, maybe too many. Kind of got monotonous after a while and it made naming anything new kind of tough. "What about Doom House; Residence of Unbridled Horrors?" Subtly wasn't his strong suit.