#and he isnt going to admit that fear to cullen

[impossible-rat-babies]

I’ve wanted to write a confrontation between Dimitri and Cullen for ages now, so here we are!

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Dimitri knew better. He knew he needed to know better, but matters would rarely get better if never spoken about. Even if the discussion of such matters were the furthest thing from comfortable. Dimitri never fancied himself to be a weak man, one given to the empty pit of fear in ones stomach with it’s gaping maw, but he would be a liar if Cullen didn’t incite some of that deep down. He blatantly tried to ignore it, but when his memories crowded against the front of his head, reminding him of seeing and seething at Cullen standing in the Gallows courtyard--willingly blind and deaf to the abuses below his feet--composure was difficult.

The same sort of feeling tossed around in his stomach and ached in the soles of his feet carrying him towards Cullen’s office. The bridge from the tower to the main keep of Skyhold was crawling with scaffolding and workers just as the rest of the Keep. All of it alive with construction. A new base of operations for a Andrastian force that an elvish mage now commande. He tasted the irony of it on his tongue each time he spoke, just like the sting of the title of Herald of Andraste thrust upon him. 

His feet brought him to the door of Cullen’s office and he firmly knocked, straightening his shoulders despite the flare of constant pain. A pain he’s too familiar with.

Cullen’s voice beckoned him inside and Dimitri stepped in, closing the door behind him. He stayed poised, eyes darting about the room, surveying. The other door was less than ten strides away, a movement he could do in a few seconds if required. Cullen stood behind his desk. Good, it would take a minute for him to get out from behind it. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like having to watch his tracks, but old habits died hard just like him.

“Inquisitor?” Cullen inquired and Dimitri stepped away from the door.

“You asked me here?” Dimitri replied, smoothly tucking his hands behind his back. Cullen didn’t look at him even standing before him, eyes fluttering about his space, nervously never settling. Dimitri waited, counting to ten before he spoke.

“Commander.” He spoke, tone sharp and chiding. “I didn’t come here to listen to silence. Spit it out.”

Cullen nodded quickly, clearing his throat. Dimitri starred at him, cocking a brow. Cullen cleared his throat yet again and Dimitri held back a sigh, tapping his foot on the stone floor.

“Yes, yes...I, uh, wanted to speak with you on the the matter of...how you do not appear willing to talk to me.” Cullen finally spoke, trying his best to hold back the nervous turn to his tone.

“An astutely true observation.” Dimitri droned idly, shifting from one hip to the other. 

“You have a reason for it?” Cullen asked and Dimitri bit the inside of his lip. He knew he never hid his disgust for Cullen, only maintaining civility because it was professionally required of him.

“I do and it is such that I do not like you, Commander. On a personal basis.” He explained and Cullen held back a sigh as if he had been anticipating it.

“May I ask why?” Cullen asked yet again and Dimitri let a sigh slip along with yet another secret. He could hardly keep them to himself it seemed these days and he despised the fact.

“I was in Kirkwall, for a time before the rebellion began. I worked within the Mage Underground, but it hardly took my work with them to see the abuses of the Gallows.” He admitted in a sterile tone, lip quirking. “Frankly, the work took me directly to experiencing those abuses.” He swallowed hard, but hid it well, hands clenching tightly behind him. He glanced at Cullen, seeing his thoughts clear across his face, the conclusions he easily drew.

“Inquisitor--”

Dimitri lifted a hand for quiet, pulling it back behind him before Cullen saw him trembling. Cullen obliged, but his hands tensed on the pommel of his sword. The magic crackled beneath Dimitri’s skin and he took his own deep breath. Focus. Wait. No need for that.

Yet.

“I did not come here for you justifications, Commander. I do not want them. You asked for my reasonings as to why I do not delight in your presence and they are presented before you. Regardless if you meant it or not those years ago, the point still remains that you did not stop what occurred--what you by default allowed to happen.” Dimitri spat out, unable to hold back a glare and a curl of the lip.

“I didn't want what happened.” Cullen spoke quickly through gritted teeth.

“What you wanted didn’t stop what happened.” Dimitri bit back, standing firm.

“I am not the same person who was like that!” Cullen insisted and Dimitri’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t look away, not even as Cullen raised his voice.

“You aren't that same person? You’re not the same person who consigned people to torture in the dungeon of the Gallows?” Dimitri asked unable to stop the bitterness in his tone.

“I wasn’t aware of such...not until after it had happened, until I couldn’t do anything.” Cullen responded and Dimitri breathed out, but his grimace remained. Cullen’s hand clenched right on his pommel, the leather of his gloves audible in the stiff silence. Neither one of them keen on giving in.

“Do you trust anything I have to say?” Cullen asked honestly and Dimitri scoffed dismissively, rolling his eyes.

“Hardly.” Dimitri droned. “I do not trust you at all.” He answered flat and emotionless.

“After everything I’ve done in the Inquistion—your Inquisition—I have yet to earn your trust?” He hissed and Dimitri’s jaw tensed, wiggling his fingers at the charge of lightning beneath them, rippling and less than a breath away.

“The history between us far outstrips our time here and I have every cause and reason to believe the man who stands in front of me now is hardly different than the one in the Gallows.” Dimitri held back other words that burned in his chest, ones just behind his teeth. He could spit them out, dozens and dozens of words to make his pain known, to let Cullen know how much angry boiled underneath—how much of it was fear.

“I am not that same man.” Cullen declared once more, but Dimitri only heard the words, nothing more, nothing less. An empty statement.

“How then? How are you a different man? A change of heart is a beginning, but it matters little in the face of how you still talk like that man.” Dimitri pointed out helpfully.

“I am not that man, Inquisitor.” He insisted like it should be the only answer he needed.

“That does not answer my question, Commander. How are you not that man?” Dimitri didn’t hold back a sneer. Cullen looked away, fidgeting in place.

He took a deep breath in the heavy long pause, gripping the pommel of his sword tighter. “That man wouldn’t have come here, wouldn’t have joined the Inquisition.”

“But yet you still hold to the idea of Mages being unable to care for themselves and their own problems, looking to Templars for control. We are not so helpless.”

“With the Breach, circumstances are different! The Veil—“

“I am not stupid, Commander!” Dimitri snapped. “I know the way it feels, the way my magic responds to it! Any mage would know, for the love of the Creators!”

“Do you wish me to have trust in the Mages?!” Cullen raised his voice in response, incredulity dripping from his mouth.

“Yes!” Dimitri answered just as readily and voice just as raised. “Creators, a trust in our abilities to tend to our own, to know our magic and how to deal with it in ourselves and others is not so hard of a demand, Commander! Templars speak of control, not of protection!” Dimitri bit back the bile taste in his throat of words he wished to say yet again. Templars were—are—controlling, angry, prideful, arrogant, deceitful, and abusive...a small list from the top of his head.

“Trust not lightly given, in the wake of a war not too far past.” Cullen snapped back.

“A war of circumstance, a rebellion more like it. A war that is justified!” Dimitri countered, breath harsh.

“Is any war justified?” Cullen huffed and Dimitri sighed, rubbing his temples, turning to pace back and forth in front of the desk.

“We’re the Inquisition, Commander. A war brought us about. A rebellion that was needed; Kirkwall wasn’t an exception, but the standard of abuse. I was there, saw it all with my own eyes. I spent time in those dungeons below the Gallows, taking that which was given unto Meredith in her paranoia.” Dimitri spoke, gripping his shirt sleeves tight even as he paced.

Cullen’s lips narrowed to a thin line of disbelief, but Dimitri spoke up before he could counter, spill more excuses from his bloody lips.

“Did you know that blood lotus when breathed in large quantities can induce extremely intense and life-like hallucinations?” Dimitri asked and straightened up, pausing his pacing.

“The effects are well documented yes...” Cullen spoke hesistantly and Dimitri breathed out.

“As such, it can be used as a powerful tool for torture and interrogation? Used to weaken the resolve of many? A tool which Meredith used to her delight?” Dimitri spoke as he slipped off the brace around his left wrist and undid the buttons on his sleeve. He easily pushed the loose fabric up, exposing his skin to the cool air.

There laid a sight few had seen over the years, a carefully guarded sign of many abuses. Marks he didn’t bear only on his own.

His forearm was littered in deep, round puncture scars, not unlike the way teeth sank into flesh, tearing and bringing blood to the surface, all of that pain self inflicted There were dozens and dozens of the scars up and down his skin, disappearing further up his sleeve to further mark his skin.

He twisted his arm, more of the scars shining in the light, but the worst shined the brightest.

A mass of scar tissue, running wide and deep along a majority of where his wrist met his hand. It shined and puckered in the light—red and angry still—and his wrist crackled with each movement. It took little to image the pain of it now, much less the infliction of such a wound.

“Escape attempts are messy when it feels like there are maggots crawling under your skin and the only way to stop the feeling is to try and tear them out with your teeth.” Dimitri spoke quietly, buttoning his sleeve back up, slipping the brace back on, smoothly negotiating his wrist back into the place it should be, not the ruined state he had left it in.

He shook away old sensation of blood cascading into his hair—running rivulets down his back—from his wrist pinned above his head. The sound of blunted metal scraping and tear his flesh and tendons away, cracking away at bone slipping from his ears. The repetition of the sawing motion too familiar in his right hand for comfort.

Cullen stood silent, white in the face and lips, features almost gaunt. Dimitri breathed in deep to steady his own self against the threat of memories blooming across his mind’s eye.

“Did you know what went on below your own feet, Cullen?” Dimitri didn’t look up at him, but the silence was enough for Dimitri, whether shame or confusion, it didn’t matter. He took a deep breath in and out, closing and opening his eyes, staring sightlessly down at the desk.

“Think on what stopped you from putting an end to the torture you allowed. The world has no room for those who fear to do their duty to their conscience.”

Dimitri declared and he cleared his throat, turning and slamming the door behind him.

[incredilou]

Here's my super rough, completely unedited, brain shat at 3am, Cullen x Bethany fic outline 😊😊

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He's slept with four people prior to the Inquisitor. Idk why four but I feel strongly about four. The first was a fellow templar trainee, with whom he had done some mutual teenage fumbling. He watched that man die at Kinloch, and never slept with another man again.

The second was an older, married woman in kirkwall that he saw regularly for a few years. She expressed an interest in him, and as much as he hated himself for it, he let it happen. It served as a distraction for both of them, until her husband returned from overseas.

The third was a one night stand in the Hanged Man that he's also not proud of.

The fourth was Bethany.

They end up cornered by a group of rogue templars, and after they fight them off together they share a sort of unexpected attraction? It might just be the adrenaline, but something sparks between them. Bethany is a little confused by the feeling; She hated him for taking her from her family, but she was relieved to not have to hide anymore.

Cullen is outright horrified. He never imagined he'd even be able to feel that spark again, much less deserve that small thrill.

He goes back to trying to restore some semblance of order, and Bethany goes back to rounding up some of the more peaceful mages to mount an escape.

Much later, when Cullen finally returns to his office exhausted from battle, Bethany is there. He's received his trademark scar, which right now is a long, deep laceration that nearly reaches his eye. He's bleeding, battered, and bruised. She's searching through Meredith's office/quarters for some personal affects before escaping Kirkwall. She's standing, caught in the act, in front of an open desk drawer with some of her mother's jewelery in her hands.*

After an awkward silence he finds himself too tired to try to cover up his shame and can't help but give her a heartfelt apology.

It's succinct but genuine, something like "I'm sorry I took you from your family. I know that doesn't change anything, and I'm sorry for that too."**

She slaps him hard across the face, mercifully on his un-lacerated side. She's certainly strong; Though lacking in any sort of formal combat training, he sees it coming a mile away. He takes it anyway, though he can't find it in himself to flinch, as he's already been hit so many times in the last 16 hours.

She yells at him. She gets her feelings out. She spits all of the venom she wanted to spit when she had to witness her mother collapse in anguish as she was taken away. She makes sure he knows that was the last time she ever saw her alive.

Cullen takes all of it. He takes every word and carefully places it next to his self-loathing. Everything that happened to him and those he loved at Kinloch, he now sees from Uldred's perspective. He's seen his own fear in the faces of every mage, and now he sees Uldred in himself.

The pain and regret shows on his face, and it drains her anger. She hates it, but she sees him for what he is - certainly not innocent, but seeking penance. He's hurt, lost, and broken, just as she is. His pain doesn't undo his actions, nor does it make her pain go away, but she apologizes for her outburst nonetheless. He reassures her that he deserved it. They share an awkward laugh.

She admits that she and some other mages have stolen their phylacteries and are planning to escape Kirkwall. He admits that there's not a lot he can do to stop them at this point.

She offers to heal him before she goes, he reluctantly agrees. As much as he isnt in any position to ask for anything, he is also in a great deal of physical pain.

It happens almost by accident. He removes his armor and she can't help but stare. He sits on the edge of the desk and she stands between his knees. She gently touches his face to heal that nasty split, and her thumb seems to brush itself across his lips. They find themselves tenderly making out, and neither of them can really tell who initiated it. Cullen tries to call it off; "It's not appropriate" he says. She says something to the effect of "You no longer have authority over me" and that realization snaps the last of his resolve. ***

They stay entwined on Meredith's desk for a brief moment as they catch their breath. A pounding on the door startles them both, and they scramble to put their clothes on. Once theyre decent, Cullen answers the door to a scout - bewildered to see his new commanding officer with a mage, both in a suspiciously disheveled state.

As Cullen is brusquely giving some orders, Bethany slips past them, only catching his eye for a second, in a mutually unspoken 'goodbye.' They never see eachother again.

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*Maybe some phylacteries? Would Meredith keep them in a desk drawer??

**The fact that he says "I'm sorry" instead of "Forgive me" is on purpose here. I feel like it shows a deeper shame and regret that he's not asking for forgiveness, bc he knows he doesn't deserve it

***It happened on Meredith's desk, and that's not a deliberate nod to DAI on my part, nor is it planned on Cullen's part in the story. They were in Meredith's -now Cullen's- office, and I wasnt about to have them fuck on the floor. Makes for a funny coincidence in Cullen's life though, that desk sex is a reoccurring event lol

Send me your Dragon Age one-shots/snippets! And I'll draw them as a comic!

I wanna draw more comics! And I would be, if not for my shitty writing skills which takes one billion years to complete, so getting to the comic drawing stage is near zero. So, please, do share some one-shots/snippets!

Some caveats: - I can't confirm that I'll draw every single request, because that's just not realistic. I most probably also won't confirm whose story will get chosen until I post up the final comic, mainly because I might not be able to get to it due to time constraints. - It's best if your tumblr already have references of your DA OC, so that I don't mis-draw anyone. And this will give me wiggle room to do the comic in my own time, without pestering you for refs - If your one-shot is on the long side, I'll most probably pick a small section to draw

I was thinking that maybe if I do draw enough, I can just compile it into a free zine, and release it as a pdf booklet. But this is still a looong ways away, and not confirmed until the authors approve.

Edit: Mass Effect is good too!

[yabbyabb]

Heres  a go at my OC masterlist!

Fan OCs

Fallout

Dixie- a young ghoul who’s age seems to be around 10. Extremely curious, adventurous, and imaginative, though naive with youth. She does not talk about her past, since she grew up an orphan “adopted” by cruel scavengers who abused her and eventually left her for dead in the glowing sea. After escaping and living on her own for a few years, she met Hatch who has truly adopted her as well as others who she considers family. Works as a courier around the wasteland, and loves any Nuka Cola- especially Quantum and Cherry! 

Hatch Hutton- fairly new ghoul who travels around the commonwealth as an easygoing, laid back musician. He’s never seen without his straw boater, wrapped hands/ gloves, and his guitar. Hatch is very empathetic, helpful and kind, wanting only to spread smiles and ease some of the hardships people face in the wasteland with his music. Like Dixie, he does not talk about his past and quickly dismisses any questions regarding his injured hands. He is currently in a very loving relationship with Vomer (@dunesand), to whom he’s engaged.

Quinn Dugell- My SoSu, who did not have a son like in game. She was engaged to her fiance before the bombs dropped, but she was killed through the cryopod malfunction. Quinn stumbled around the wasteland in a daze and in shock at first, but quickly adjusted to her new life by killing raider scum. Personality wise, Quinn is fun loving, sarcastic, laid back, and doesnt take things too seriously. She viewed her new life in the wasteland like a fresh start, and has little to no inhibitions. She also REALLY loves puns/mom/dad humor, and is a skilled sniper. Romanced Hancock and Curie in game, and is BFFs with Deacon and Nick. 

Donald Hutton- Hatch Huttons infamous, sleezy, greasy brother. Back in the good old days when Donald and Hatch were still humans, they traveled around as a performing duo. Donald has had strong vocals, while Hatch played the guitar/did backup vocals. Hatch is also very attached to his guitar because it was the one that him and Donald built together, and is a reminder of what Donald used to be like for Hatch. But then their mother fell ill, Donald became in debt with the raiders, and secretly sold himself and Hatch as slaves to pay for it, leading to the worst 2 years of their life- as well as turning into ghouls. Now that hes not only a ghoul, but a glowing GREEN ghoul, Donald makes a living in the wasteland by working under Mercury (@amummy) for her drug cartel and being a general informant by selling information. Hes a tease, a dog, and loves money and drugs/booze. He doesnt sing anymore due to holding a grudge against Hatch (found in their detailed backstory) and also through self hatred of what he did. He might sing again one day though, through lots of convincing. 

Bones- a new addition to the raider group called the Strangers (@ohmdo), Bones is a pre-war ghoul who is a wiz when it comes to hacking and coding and is a stealthy scout. Bones himself very rarely shows his face that he hides under his mask, but his personality is far less intimidating than his looks. He jokes about everything and is honestly kind of lazy, unless something piques his interest. He is neutral about pretty much everything, though can turn pretty serious and intimidating in a split second. Hes very good buddies Krip (@surke). 

Thorn- a 3rd gen/human hybrid who takes her job as Steph’s (@lemonlulz) bodyguard and right hand gal. Thorn is a deadly assassin/merc who utilizes her heavily modified syringe rifle, sting, as well as an assortment of poisons and chemicals to take care of her enemies. Since Steph runs an all girl raider group, Thorn is also a member and protects her comrades fiercely. Not much is known about Thorn aside from her serious, quiet, and lethal personality. She has a high interest in plants and science, due to her background. She has a sister, Calico, who she is low key looking for.

Fire Emblem 

Miyoshi “Miyo”- An unusual Basara who loves to fight and roughhouse. Miyo joined the service under the Hoshido family from a young age, and fell under Hinoka’s ranks. Though she is short tempered and hot headed/zealous, Miyo also loves and values meditation and focus. She has a longtime close friendship to Nobu (@dunesand) who constantly act like bickering young siblings though considers family and protects at all cost. Miyoshi is head over heels for Kagero, who she’s dating. 

Dragon Age

Fiiris Lavellan- Anxiety ridden with low self esteem and self worth, Fiiris is forced to join the Inquisition due to her mark, much to her horror. She is very reluctant and not at all confident in herself in the first part of the game, and tries often to push the responsibility she didnt want onto her advisors. But during the game, she slowly grows to have confidence in herself and in her skills/intuition, as well as getting help from her close friends she makes. By the end of the game, she is a highly skilled Rift mage who is a force to be reckoned with though she still has hints of her anxiety and humble personality. Shes very sweet, caring, shy, and loves Halla. Her closest friend is Cole, quickly followed by Varric and Josephine. I have two different files for her where she romances Bull and Cullen. 

Orianna Cousland- My Grey Warden who is the fierce Queen of Ferelden, alongside her husband Alistair. She is similar to Miyo- short tempered, loves to fight, and loves to help people in need. A nimble rogue with the Duelist spec, she hates nobles especially after dealing with Howe. Even though shes Queen, she doesnt act like it- but in all honesty she uses her royalty to get away with some wild stuff lmao. Is off finding a cure to the blight to save her and Alistair. Her mabari pupper is named Meatball. 

Rillan Lavellan- Fiiris’s cousin, who is nothing like her at all. He ran away from the clan to help/support Fiiris, and to also get a taste of the world and put his skill to use. Hes a charming rogue who specializes in duel blades and eventually becomes an assassin under Lelianna. He is arrogant, a flirt, and likes to show off as much as he can. He teases Fiiris all the time, though he does deeply care for her deep down though he has odd ways of showing it. Hes often running away from Cassandra’s Ire. 

WIP OCs- Jeca Cadash, Wyatt Trevelyan, Ozol & Yasin Adaar 

Personal Project OCs

Hunger Pains (based on WoD)

Twinny Okuda- young and brash, and hates school.  Very level headed about most things, and seems to come off as cold and unsympathetic. Wont go off on someone randomly, but if pushed to her limits and emotionally strained, she can get hot headed and make angry outbursts.She loves to tinker with things and figure out how they work. Very loyal to her close friends, and will always be Ride or Die. Her parents are almost always working, so her relationship with them isnt the best. Eventually it is revealed that she is a force mage. 

Jai Kamaat- Dragon Beast passed down through his bloodline. Radical; lives life on the edge (or tries to, but he can be pretty lazy too). Parkors and hangs with Twinny a lot. The two are pretty close, and even though twinny wouldnt admit it, she considered him her best friend. Had a troubled past, but is working to fix it. Hides a dangerous temper that comes out only if poked enough. Confident, likes to tease/pull pranks, hides insecurities with overconfidence. 

Estelle LaFille “Bloodhound”-  an ancient beast with the Rake monster soul inside of her. Born in the 13th Century, Estelle was born in the French countryside but quickly showed signs of “possession” of a demon, to which her fear stricken parents gave he away to the church to be saved. There, Estelle was raised and entered nunhood. She dealt with night terrors and random sporadic hallucinations/visions of horror from her Beast, until one day it tried to take her over. Estelle, possessing a tremendous amount of willpower and fueled by her religion, made a pact with the Rake. She would comply to its hunger- but act as a righteous hand of God on Earth, delivering his judgment onto the worst of the sinners. The Rake, who was sustained through carrying out acts of punishment, agreed. Quickly becoming a legend, Estelle had stayed true to her code, never giving into the Beast’s desire for carnage for simple “sins”. The early years adjusting to her killing almost broke Estelle, who knew her soul was bloodied from her sin- but justified her actions with “religious righteousness”, receiving small “signs” from god that her path was a just one and it was meant to be. Bloodhound became a stone cold, efficient, deadly killer, striking fear into the underground all over the world

Celio- A local renowned tattoo artist, who also happens to be a powerful Mage and protects the city. Celio used to have a troubled past because of growing up a mage, but has come into his own pretty well and made a name for himself. He is covered in tattoos that he did himself that are inscribed with magic, each one holding its own spell. He utilizes unpredictability, and constantly tattoos new spells onto himself when he has used them. He is a mentor to Twinny and Jai, and also uses his tattoo parlor as a safe haven for supernaturals. He is stubbornly neutral when it comes to turf wars in the supernatural world, much to the dismay of groups around the city. 

WIP OCs- Osirus, Emmett 

Monsters

Jinorin- a Desire demon who runs a high end brothel in the Monster Realm. IN the human world, they are a high end CEO to a company, considered a business shark. Jinorin is gender-fluid and a hermaphrodite, and takes good care of his service workers. They offer housing to workers if they need it, as well as good pay and living essentials. 

Yarah- Assistant to Jinorin and self proclaimed “Hostess” to the Brothel, Yarah is a seaslug monster who works at the brothel and helps keep things running. She loves exotic plants, especially aquatic plants. 

Saurii- another worker in the brothel, Saurii is a small, stout Stingray monster who resides at the brothel. He spends a lot of time in the hot spring bath, as well as the lavish pool. Saurii is playful and mischievous, loving to tease both friends and clients.

WIP OCs- Najii, Glowstick, Lucien

DND Characters

Tenna Galeborn- My first official DnD character. A classic Rogue, tenna is a sylph with messy, wind swept curly black hair, yellow eyes, and has light blue tattoos swirling on her skin. She is highly curious about people, and loves to travel and gamble. Shes a restless spirit, but also enjoys helping out others when they need it. (CG) 

Lucia- Captian Lucia is a pirate queen, who owns her own ship and ragtag loyal crew. Most notable about her is the three deep scars running along her right eye made of gold with its pupil made of glowing turquoise. Shes a Swashbuckler who, by putting ammo into her eye to charge, can make her own magic ammo with different effects. When she first finds people she wasnt to recruit into her crew, she convinces them to sign their name on a contract that magically binds them to her service- not to their knowledge of course. (CN/NE) 

Samiri- The Bastard child to a Lord, Samiri is a half orc Brawler who was hidden away in her fathers castle to hide his shame. She constantly snuck out and rebelled against him, until one night she got away for good. She’s naiive and was sheltered all her life, but wanted to experience the life of an adventurer and set out to make a name for herself to become more than a bastard child no one wanted. Has an Ogre skull helmet, an orcish warhammer that was her mothers that she named Pansy (her favorite flower), and two hands ready to whoop some ass. (CG) 

Ghastooth- A wandering skeleton (obito) Magus who is simply wandering around trying to find out who he is, his purpose, and to make up for whatever horrible sin he did in his past life that made him into what he is now. He has no past memories of his life before becoming an Obitu, only waking up in a decrepit overgrown temple. (NG)

Ellie Mae-  A sweet, upstanding southern belle Thri-Kreen Summoner who is passionate about her faith, spreading good will, and taking care of her dear Eidolon Alais who is a giant lion made of crystalline Obsidian, whose eyes and claws are a glowing white. He also has a cute white ruffle collar made by none other than Ellie Mae. Her parents are tailors, who passed down their craft to her- before she became an adventurer, of course. They send her a new ruffle dress every so often, since adventuring is never kind to your clothing. Some iconic props and accessories of hers are her white hand fan, parasol, and long smoking pipe with smoking tobacco. (Though this character was sadly part of a game run by someone i now hate, I still hope to bring her back in full force!) (NG)

Klinko- the newest edition to my beloved characters, Klinko is a small Grippli Warlock who worships the “Big Frog” in the sky (AKA Cthulu). Despite being a frog, he can actually be quite the charmer (thanks nat 20s!) and is also wandering the land to seek more knowledge about his faith and the arcane. He also really loves to eat meat. (CG?)

[library-seraph]

Inquisitor as a Companion Spoiler Edition

Original Post

The Fade

How they react: (first thing that they say when they find out that they are in the fade): “we shouldn’t be here! This shouldn’t be possible!”

Their Tombstone: “Revas Lavellan: Cages (The name appears to have been scratched in over something else)”

What the Fears look like: (spiders? bears? their potions master in their grandmother’s clothes?): Revas doesn’t say exactly what they are, but dialgoue (”Thats not me! not anymore!”) seems to indicate they look like her as a slave

What the Nightmare says: “Aren;t you far from home, Little Dove? Go, fly back to your cage and maybe they won;t clip your wings.” Revas response: I’m going to tear you to pieces.

Their reflection about the Fade: (do they like it? do they hate it? would they rather fling themselves off the nearest cliff?): Revas hates it, and it’s the thing that disrupts her the most in game, outside of her companion quest, and she is extremely agitated.

Hawke or Warden: (and possibly how much approval you earn): i dont accept the choice as canon, so none

The Wardens

Their feelings: (how they feel about fighting Wardens, about their use of the ritual, etc.): Revas has very few feelings about wardens in general. She expresses disbelief that the wardens woud ever trust a magister

Exile or Allies?: she disapproves of exiling the wardens sicne they were still manipulated by the magisters

The Ball

How they feel: revas hates it, due to her backstory. she mistrusts all noble humans an associates fancy noble gatherings with her abuse

Where they linger: She is down close to the locked door by the servants quarters, out of the ballroom and isolated

Are they good at the Game?: Revas refused to play and keeps herself away from it

What people say about them: (idle gossip heard about your character): “she;s not very friendly, is she? that elf with the inquisitor?” “no, but you must admit very...intriguing.” “oh yes, absolutely

Gaspard, Briala, or Celene?: (or maybe none): she approves of a three way alliance, expressed doubt abt braial/celene due tot he power celene has, mildly approves of briala ruling through gaspard, and disapproves of gaspard and celen as sole rulers, greatly for gaspard

Temple of Mythal

Rituals or Hole?: rituals. she will mention that she;s not the most devote, but this is important

Agree with the Elves’ bargain?: Yes

Morrigan or Inquisitor for the Well?: (who would they rather drink from the well): revas approves of a dalish inquisitor drinking from the well, and isnt enthusisatic about a non dalish inquisitor doing it but prefers it to morrigan drinking, since she greatly dislikes morrigan

Comments on Canon Romance (little remarks on the inquisitor getting lucky)

Cassandra: (if inquisitor is dalish and has high approval) “are you sure, lethallin? You know who she is, what she does.” (otherwise) “Hrn. well, if you like her...”

Dorian: (if inquisitor is dalish) “how... how can you trust him like that? how can you feel safe?” (otherwise) “enjoy your magister”

Sera: “Take care of her, understand? Listen to her.”

Iron Bull: “don;t worry, I won;t ask him for the details”

Josephine: “You love her very much, don’t you?”

Cullen: “I assume you know something about the commander I don’t”

Blackwall: “He seems decent enough. I’m sure you’ll be happy.”(post revelations) “for what it;s worth, i’m sorry”

Solas: “I don;t understand you any more, Inquisitor.”