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sabraefirst · 4 years ago

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real name: merrill sabrae ( formerly alerion )

single or taken: single ( verse dependent )

abilities or powers: blood mage, entropy, elemental ( specifically fire )

eye colour: blue - green ( it was blue in DA:O and green in DA2 so let’s combine them lmao )

hair colour: black

family members: merrill firmly believes in found family, especially after being given to the sabrae clan to be their first, so she considers the entire sabrae clan her family. later on, she considers hawke and co. her family, especially post-marethari’s death. she remembers her parents, but it’s easier to not think about them due to the unlikeliness of her traveling to nevarra and finding clan alerion again.

pets: none, but she often took care of the lowtown cats while living in kirkwall

something they don’t like: people brushing her off when she’s trying to speak

hobbies/activities: researching, losing games of wicked grace to her friends, gardening when she has the time

ever hurt anyone before: yes

ever killed anyone before: also yes

animal that represents them: a nug -- bit skittish when she gets wired up, but adorable as hell

worst habits: she usually takes what people say at face value, which makes trying to be subtle hard around her. she’s also entirely too trusting, but between moving to kirkwall and joining the inquisition, that’s lessened a bit

role models: keeper marethari, hawke, warden mahariel ( verse-dependent for any wardens she may interact with; if your character isn’t the hero of ferelden, i automatically go to mahariel being the HoF and surviving the fight against the archdemon )

sexual orientation: biromantic bisexual

thoughts on marriage/kids: she’d absolutely love both. merrill loves children and would constantly play with them when she was with her clan, usually taking any scoldings on their behalf so they wouldn’t get in trouble. she never fit in well with her clan so the thought of marrying at all wasn’t something merrill thought she’d end up doing, but after leaving clan sabrae behind, she started to believe that marriage could be in her future after all

fears: all of her research on elvhen history being for nothing; saying something wrong that’ll cause people to dislike her; being ostracized by people she considers loved ones ( again )

style preferences: plain and simple, always reminiscent of dalish style if not outright made by the dalish. wears lots of greens and browns, often forgoes shoes unless it’s particularly cold outside. very traditional.

approach to friendships: merrill almost tries too hard to form friendships. like i mentioned before, she never completely fit in with her clan, especially after mahariel and tamlen were gone, so when she sees the potential for a friendship, she latches onto it hard. this can come across as being clingy, people-pleasing, and occasionally like a yes-man ( though that part faded a lot after her years in kirkwall ).

thoughts on pie: she loves it! merrill has a sweet tooth for sure.

favourite drink: water, followed by an earthy tea that keeper marethari would make back in ferelden.

favourite place to spend time at: in kirkwall, it was either by hawke’s side ( partially because she’s her best friend, partially because of an unrequited crush ), at home with her eluvian, or at the hanged man playing wicked grace with isabela. at skyhold, she loves finding an unoccupied nook in the library to curl up in with her notes and to spend time in the garden.

swim in the lake or in the ocean: probably the lake. merrill isn’t fond of the ocean following her clan’s trip to kirkwall.

their type: people who are curious and always wanting to know more. people who either aren’t put off by her being a blood mage or are willing to look past that and see her. people who don’t shush her when she’s trying to speak. people who are kind to others, or help others even if they’d rather not. people who can make her laugh. people she feels safe around.

camping or indoors: camping for sure. she spent more than half of her life as a nomad, being dalish and all, so being outdoors makes her feel safe and more centered. besides, who wouldn’t want to fall asleep underneath the stars?

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revoluticn · 5 years ago

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“Have you seen Marceline Ash Pelagius? Her mother is Keeper of Coins - so why is she running around as the Lieutenant of the Guard? It’s certainly one way to throw away your noble status. I heard she completely called off the engagement too. Tragic what happened to her father - but if you ask me he had it coming. Apparently the King finally got his hands on one of his pamphlets preaching about a “new Republic” and had Marius Pelagius run through with a sword. I wonder how far the apple’s fallen from the tree. What a ridiculous idea: replacing the monarchy with a new form of government. Can you imagine?”

about

marceline ash pelagius

twenty - two

cisfemale, she/her

bisexual

currently: lieutenant of the guard

formerly: noble & apprentice to the keeper of coins (her mother)

revolter

untrained inferi

overview (tl;dr)

Born into nobility. Only child. Her mother, Cassandra, is the Keeper of Coins for Tyrholm. Cassandra is of noble birth, but it’s rumored she has pirate blood in her. Marceline’s father, Marius, is a former educator the Bard’s College. His father was an advisor to Octavius Valmont. Marius is now a scholar who focuses on political science.

Like her father, Marceline is an Inferi. The two of them hide this from all but Cassandra. It’s a secret that brings father and daughter closer than ever. Marceline’s magic is wild and unpredictable.

Marius begins writing political pamphlets in the same vein as Thomas Paine’s ‘Common Sense’ where he outlines the case for a republic form of government instead of a monarchy. He amasses a small group of like-minded individuals. Meanwhile, Marceline is being raised to be a lady. She is engaged to TEMPERANCE and it looks like she will lead a life in the court of the king like her mother.

One small problem - her father’s radical ideologies are rubbing off on her and she’s beginning to believe in the concept of a republic for Tyrholm.

When Marceline is 17, Marius’ identity as the pamphlet writer is revealed and he is charged with treason. Marius is ambushed and killed by the King’s men during one of his and Marceline’s camping trip. Marceline manages to survive by playing dead.

The young woman returns home to a mother. The two woman are enraged. Together they hatch a plot to kill the four men that butchered her father. The Captain of the Guard THE FOOL is one of them.

Marceline strips herself of her social standing, breaks off her engagement, and joins the Guard. She tells no one why.

She rises through the ranks fast and soon becomes Lieutenant of the Guard. “The truth has a tendency to make things harsh and unwelcoming, and yet it is the very thing that makes the men here listen to you. They look at you and see someone unwavering in their honesty, merciless with their virtue. It earns you a level of respect that most lieutenants spend their whole lives scrounging for.” The Guard becomes Marceline’s new family.

Living amongst the citizens of Lowtown makes Marceline realize that the monarchy is bullshit. She finally understands the merit of her father’s work and decides to completely dedicate herself to this revolution. She becomes an outspoken advocate for a republic and is ready to die for such ideals.

Now, Marceline starting to pick up where her father left off with his pamphlets and hopes they will be of some good to the revolution. She most certainly will rise above and beyond her father’s own ambitions. She’s training up any revolter who wants to learn how to use a sword and doesn’t let anyone second guess her because of her youth. She - once a lady - made Lieutenant of the Guard fair and square after all. Marceline still wants to kill the four men that murdered her father. She loves her mother, who is still Keeper of Coins, and worries for her terribly. Her magic is still wild and unpredictable. But Marceline has never been more certain of her goals in life. Down with the monarchy. Power to the people.

background

You know this is not a rebellion, you know it’s a revolution. You are born of a noble house, the only child, last of your name. Your mother is revered in court as the Keeper of Coins. She has a mind for finances and business, though you inherit the steel of her spine and the cut of her jib more than anything else. If you trace her lineage far back enough you’ll see that before nobility came piracy and maybe that’s why she’s always been so good with gold. She’s a smart woman with a sharp eye that upholds her family’s reputation by being someone that can sniff out a poor deal or a tampered book with ease. She’s never really sailed the seas, but you can see that she misses it. And thus, so do you. Most of your lullabies are sea shanties and you take your first steps along the banks of Tyr’s Tear. You cannot remember a time when you didn’t know how to swim. Your mother, for some hidden reason, knows how to fight and she is the one to teach you how to use a sword. ‘A cutlass’ she clarifies the first time you call it something else. ‘There’s language used correctly and then there’s language used beautifully.’ Meanwhile, your father is hopelessly bound to the land. More specifically, he is hopelessly bound to his books. He is an academic that is fortunate enough to be born into nobility. His father lived a long life as a trusted advisor to Octavius Valmont. A former educator at the Bard’s College, the birth of you brings about a new chapter to your father’s life causing him to leave the college and spend most of his days in Tyrholm writing, reading, and discussing matters of political science. How he wooed your mother you’ll never know, but because of them you’ll never doubt what love is. If you had to guess though, your father enchanted your mother because no one used language more beautifully than him. Your father has a secret though. When you are four years old, you learn that you’ve inherited it. The two of you are Inferi magi. The fastest way to someone’s heart is through conspiracy and you and your father are bound by this secret you share. He’s spent his whole life hiding this, and he teaches you to do the same. You hate being anything other than outspoken, anything other than untruthful about what you think and who you are, and the only anchor is you know how much he hates it too. The two of you hold tight to something the world hates and work to make it a gift more than a curse. This is what connects you to your father. Inferi magic is destructive, but your father shows you that sometimes that is the way of life. He tells you about the pine-trees that depend on heat to crack open their seeds. He talks about entire forests that are born from the ash of forest fires. Sometimes, in order to make something stronger, you must burn it down; sometimes, in order to make something last forever, you must destroy it. You know the story of the wolves and the snakes, he’s told you it over and over again to lull you to sleep, but he tells you it again now. Political structures - you are five so you say ‘what’ and he replaces the phrase ‘political structures’ with the words ‘Kingdoms, like Tyrholm’ and you say ‘oh, okay’ - Kingdoms, like Tyrholm, get better, continue surviving, by being torn down and rebuilt. Just like the wolves and the snakes. ‘Let me teach you little one, how revolutions begin.’ He tells you instead of bedtime stories. Your father believes in revolution, in a way that is before his time. He wants to dismantle the monarchy and in its stead assemble a republic government. His political ideology stands stark amongst the beliefs of this world and you are young enough to be enraptured by the optimism of it. Your mother, far better at playing society’s game than your father is, tells him not to speak so loudly about such things when you are not in your home. And it is a nice home. For all of your father’s gripes against King, it seems the current system has given you and your family everything you need. You have all the flourishes that come with wealth: a respectable reputation, a lavish upbringing, a thorough education. You’re a lady and the dresses and the etiquette and the social gatherings don’t let you forget it. In many ways you are like your father, you debate and you discuss and think deeply on things with little regard to how that reflects on your station in life. Your mother is the opposite. She teaches you how to lie and survive within the status quo. You are ten when your father begins writing pamphlets - ‘purely educational,’ he defends - about what a republic is. At least once a month he meets with a handful of like-minded people who are interested in discussing such things and their conversations often go late into the night. They sit tucked away and hidden in the back of a low-lit tavern - and you know these things because you are wily enough to try and follow him one night. Your father catches you and drags you back to the manor by the scruff of your neck like some stray kitten. Your mother is furious - at the both of you. You are sent to bed without any supper and your father sleeps in the library that evening. So goes your life. You become your mother’s apprentice as the Keeper of Coins and she makes it worth your while by teaching you to spar in the evenings. Your footwork improves more quickly than your mathematics, but you’re not too bad at either. Your life as a lady blooms. More lessons, more competitions. You find love, a first love, so you don’t understand that there can be different kinds, and even sour kinds. All you’ve ever witnessed is the warmth between your parents, even in their bickering, and so the most naive parts of you believe this to be true of all love. This routine is almost enough to make you forget about the plights of the kingdom and that you live in a gilded cage. Your father gets bolder in his commitment to a radical political movement. You’re 15 when you start staying up late to help him proofread the pamphlet he writes. The two of you start taking camping trips to the Volkun Forest, so that you may discuss such things freely amongst the trees. Out here, if the wrong word slips out or if a little bit of magic pushes through your fingertips, there is no one to pass judgment. Out here is freedom. You take these trips and your father returns, only to lock himself in his study for the next three days. Sometimes you’ll press your ear to the door when the house is quiet and hear nothing more than the quick and furious scratching of a quill across parchment. Not too long after there will be fresh sheets of radical ideas floating through the city. When you are 17, the fabric of your world is ripped apart at the seams. Your father’s ideas are labeled as treason and the King’s Guard ambushes you in the middle of the Volkun Forest. They run your father through with a broadsword more times than necessary to kill him and he is left in a bloody, bloody heap. You manage to survive by playing dead. It’s a decision you replay over and over and over again. The anger over it lingers for years. You should have lept to your feet and fought, and instead - you chose a coward’s route. You dig a grave for your father using only your hands and still, somehow, you manage the return home. The rage in your mother’s eyes when you tell her complements your deep sorrow. She dries your tears and you dry hers, but both of you agree that no one else will see you cry. Your magic burns in you that night, so hot and unknown that you throw yourself into the river to temper the flames that lick your blood. Your lack of training has never been more apparent than now. At such times you’d ask your father what was happening to you and even if he told you that he didn’t know, the shared loneliness made it bearable. He is not here now, and you must weather this alone. Your mother doesn’t speak for 13 days. At first you think she will never speak again, you have heard of those that die of heartbreak, but you soon realize that she is scheming. “I know what we will do.” She says on the thirteenth day and you nearly drop the sword you are polishing. A plan forms. Together, the two of you plot. How do you kill the men that struck down your father? How do you kill a king? It’s decided that you will join the guard. You abandon your engagement. Like that, you abandon your life. Your reputation is ruined and your mother barely scrapes by. You move out of the familial manor, out of safety for your mother. She’ll still write you letters and you will still visit to sleep in your childhood bedroom, but the two of you agree to keep these instances to once in a blue moon. You move to Lowtown. You know that one of the men you want six-feet under is the Captain of the Guard. When you first ask to enlist, they think you are pranking them, trying to pull the wool over their eyes because some noble has dared you. When you don’t leave though, that’s when they grow from disbelief to skepticism. ‘Why?’ You are asked. ‘Because I dream of a better world.’ Of course you’re met with laughter. You, however, refuse to lie. You stay steadfast in your plot. You wait for their amusement to die down before challenging the man nearest to you to a spar - if he wins you’ll leave and never bother them again. That evening, you bring your cutlass and you win your way into the Guard. After all is said and done you hear a stray spectating guard say to another, ‘She fights like a pirate.’ No one can stop you once you are a woman decided. You spend the next few years putting your head down and doing the work. You become the youngest lieutenant the Guard has ever seen. You are not intimidated by this, you swallow it easily with the knowledge that you are here with a higher calling. The truth has a tendency to make things harsh and unwelcoming, and yet it is the very thing that makes the men here listen to you. They look at you and see someone unwavering in their honesty, merciless with their virtue. It earns you a level of respect that most lieutenants spend their whole lives scrounging for. The world may not be fair, but you intend to make it so. That is seen and that is respected. They listen to you, but more importantly, they trust you. You make it clear that you’ll take an arrow for any of them, parry whatever blow comes their way. When a man is struck down in the field, you’re one of the first to volunteer to tell their family. They start letting you do this by default, your stoic demeanor and steady nature prove to be the exact temperament needed to weather a storm of their family’s sadness. Every time you do this - every time you confront a freshly widowed bride, a newly motherless son - you promise to take care of them. You won’t let their death be in vain, you say. You find yourself caring for all these families as much as you care for your mother. In this way your family grows, and it no longer feels like you are last of your name. All of this goes without mention of the elephant in the room. Your job puts you in painful proximity to the Fool, one of the men that killed your father. However, these days it seems you’re on the same team in more ways than one. Together you lead the Guard, together you declare you’ll fight in the same revolution. You seek forgiveness within yourself, but your heart finds it hard to go back on a judgment once it has passed. You know that striking him down would be a poor move on your part tactically, that it would scatter the men, that it would lead to a different kind of revolt. You don’t want to tear your new household in two just. So you take his name to that list of names you intend to make your way through and shift it to the bottom. That night you begin a new list, one of additional grievances to call upon that specifically the Fool is responsible for and you decide that you will savor and remember these grievances when the day of his death finally comes. You’re intense, you ache for revenge, you age for revolution. Those that would think less of you for the latter are nowhere nearby; they’re far off in some ivory tower. Those that surround you are bolstered by it. Each breath is spent on the growing rebellion, each action is dedicated to felling an empire and an unjust king. You are a flame that keeps your friends warm, you are a fire that chases your foes into action. Living amongst the Guard has taken you out of luxury, out of a life of nobility, and placed you in the thick of a growing revolt. Each citizen of Lowtown comes with their own history, of a life earned through hard work and skill, and you realize that a monarchy is bullshit. ‘Power to the people,’ you think. It’s difficult to remember the girl who existed before your father died. But try and you remember. You’ve still got your family crest, it reminds you of the sea. A mutt wanders onto your path one patrol of the Volkun forest and you swear it looks part wolf. You take him in. Two weeks from now he’ll chase after a snake on your hunting trail and even you will say “Oh come on” at the heavy handed metaphor life has thrown your way. In these ways, the world continues to remind you of who you are. And then, only on quiet lonely nights do you let your mind wander, galloping through the memories back to the day your father was butchered before you. You clawed your way back to the city, clawed your way back to your mother. You’ve defied death once and so hell nor heaven scares you anymore. Buried deep within all your noble intentions is an undeniable truth: you have your revolution, you have your decided aims for a republic, but you would put it all on the line, just to get back at the men who killed your father. You pray to the wolves and snakes you will become a better person. You are not a revolter, you tell yourself, you are a revolutionary.

#( tl;dr )#( biography )#( intro post )#( HISTORY; red the blood of angry men; red a world about to dawn )

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pikapeppa · 6 years ago

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OC Interview: Fenris the Inquisitor

Thanks for the tag, @obvidalous! Loved your answers to this one XD

The rules: Answer the following questions as your OC of choice.

Since I won’t be delivering a chapter of Lovers In A Dangerous Time tonight (I’ve been slowwwww... 😭 ), have an interview with Fenris the Reluctant Inquisitor instead. Let’s pretend Josie has arranged for some kind of Orlesian gossipy journal to interview him for Publicity Reasons™.

(Gorgeous art by @essequamvideri20!)

1. What’s your name?

Fenris.

2. Do you know why you are named that?

Yes. [an awkward silence ensues]

3. Are you single or taken?

[Rynne Hawke’s voice calls out from the adjacent room: “He’s taken!”]

[Fenris rubs his mouth. Clearly hiding a smirk.]

Let’s move on.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

... Yes.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

I am unfamiliar with anyone by that name. [clearly suspicious of the interviewer]

6. What’s your eye color?

Green.

7. How about your hair color?

Why would you ask questions to which you clearly know the answers?

8. Have any family members?

[Fenris narrows his eyes at the interviewer. Very suspicious now.]

Hawke. And the mabari, Toby.

9. Oh? How about any pets?

Ah. I suppose this would be Toby. But... mabari are a breed of heightened intelligence. To call such a loyal companion a pet would be an insult.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like.

This interview, among other things. [mutters to himself] Why Josephine thought this would be a good idea...

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

I enjoy reading. And playing cards.

12. Have you hurt anyone in any way before?

Yes.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Have I...? Look around you. Are you not living in the same cursed time as I? Perhaps your station in Val Royeaux has shielded you from the realities of this world. The demons, the red Templars– [he breaks off abruptly and looks away.]

Ask your next question.

14. What kind of animal are you?

I am no mindless beast, I promise you that.

15. Name your worst habits?

[pauses. Calls out to the adjacent room.] Hawke. What are my worst habits?

[Hawke replies: “Sometimes he doesn’t brush his teeth before he comes to bed.”]

[Fenris’s ears turn pink.]

That is a rare... I don’t... Let’s move on.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Yes.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

[narrows his eyes] Remind me what kind of publication this is again?

18. Do you go to school?

No. I never... no.

19. Ever want to marry and have any kids one day?

[Fenris opens his mouth. He doesn’t speak for a few long seconds. His gaze darts toward the adjacent room, and his answer is quiet.]

If... if there is... time.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

If Varric is to be believed... unfortunately, yes.

21. What are you most afraid of?

[A long, hard, unwavering stare. Fenris does not reply.]

22. What do you usually wear?

Armour. A cloak if it is cold. Clothes.

[Hawke calls out from the adjacent room again: “Too many clothes when he’s sleeping, if you ask me.”]

[Fenris runs a hand through his hair.] Kaffas, Hawke...

23. What one food tempts you?

Ah. I am partial to a particular type of fried fish that they used to sell in the Lowtown market. It was a dwarven delicacy, I believe. Adapted from Orzammar. I should ask Leliana if she can track down a recipe.

24. Am I annoying you?

Yes.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

[mutters] Vishante kaffas.

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I was a... I am an elf from Tevinter. Now... now I am the leader of this Inquisition. Make of that what you will.

27. How many friends do you have?

[pause before answering.] More than I ever expected.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

What? Why does that... [sighs] I enjoy it. Chocolate cream is my favourite.

29. Favourite drink?

Aggregio Pavali. It is a red wine from the Tevinter Imperium. It leaves a bitter aftertaste. Fitting for any Tevinter product of note.

30. What’s your favorite place?

I was very fond of the study in Hawke’s mansion in Kirkwall. And... [trails off, clears his throat.] Yes. The study.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

... You know that I am taken. Why would you ask this?

32. That was a stupid question…

[chuckles, much to the interviewer’s surprise.] Yes, it was. I am pleased you would admit that.

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

Either, I suppose. I do not particularly... Swimming is not a favoured pastime of mine.

34. What’s your type?

Type of what? [annoyed]

35. Any fetishes?

[narrows his eyes] You must be a writer from the Randy Dowager. That is the only reason I can imagine for such questions. [rises to his feet] Invent whatever titillating answers you see fit. I will give you no more.

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

There is no such thing as ‘indoor camping’. Do not be ridiculous.

*****************

Tagging forward to @galadrieljones (I loved the Revasan Lavellan one you did a while back!), @thevikingwoman, @aban-asaara, @iarollane, @schoute (PIPER PIPER PIPER), @bionicpaladin (Amara!!), @lyrium-lovesong @alyssalenko @oops-gingermoment and anyone else who would like to play!

#fenris #fenris the inquisitor #fenquisition #Lovers in a Dangerous Time #tumblr game #ask me anything #fenhawke #fenris/hawke #fenris x hawke #tag meme

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the-jade-goblin · 7 years ago

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Interview your OC

Answer the questions as if you were your OC in an interview

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“Hawke.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“Marianne Hawke. My siblings call me – uh…called me – Mari.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

“It’s a good strong Fereldan name. Father’s mother was called Marianne, I don’t think he knew much about her other than that – he spent his whole life in the Circle you see, never met her himself. She was a good mage so I hear, it made sense to name me after her.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

“I am taken.”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

“I’ve been an apostate my whole life so I’d definitely put survival in that list (laughs) but seriously, I’m a mage by birth, elemental magic is my strongest magic, but I have an affinity for Spirit Healing as well.”

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE/GARY STU.

“Oh honey, you don’t know the meaning of the word.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

“Blue! Like the rest of my family.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

“Blacker than night as Varric says”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

“I did. A long time ago…my father died of an illness before the Blight began, my little sister Bethany was killed by an ogre when we tried to escape Lothering. My baby brother Carver he…he died of the Blight in the Deep Roads. And my mother, she…she was killed by a blood mage. I uh…I don’t really want to talk more about that, if you don’t mind.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

“My mabari Goofus is always with me. I know, Goofus right? But I lost a bet with Carver so Goofus it was (laughs)”

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

“Something I don’t like? That’s easy. Fucking Templars. And the Chantry. Oh and Qunari, and most of Tevinter, oh and also stupid nobles, and Antivan Crows apart from that one I met in Kirkwall, oh and what know what else I don’t like –?”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

“I love to grow plants, I have a garden full of them at my manor in Kirkwall. Well I mean I did, before I had to leave. But I’m sure Varric’s safekeeping it for me while I’m gone. Other than that I like to read, ooh I like hiking too, Fereldans love the outdoors.”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

“(snort) yah. Like, a lot.”

14. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

“At this point, who haven’t I killed? No that I go looking for people to kill, I just sort get dragged into these situations. Sometimes literally.”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

“A Hawke silly! (laughs)”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

“I guess the fact that I joke at the worst possible times. It’s more of a reflex really, a uh…coping mechanism I guess you could call it. But it does get me in a lot of trouble at times.”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

��I look up to my father, he was a great man. I strive to be as brave, strong and selfless as he was. I can only hope I’ve made him proud, wherever he is now.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

“Bisexual. Everyone is hot.”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

“No, my mother taught us spelling and maths, that kind of thing, and my father taught me and Bethany magic. I’ve never had Circle training and frankly I don’t want to.”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

“Yes. Yes very much so. Fenris…well, I worry sometimes, about bringing up such things, but I would love to get married. I’d love to have a beautiful little girl too, with Fen’s eyes, and a little boy that reminds me of Carver…I really can’t wait to have kids.”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

“(snorting laughter) fuck yeah, I used to get mobbed every other day by people wanting to hear stories or for me to sign whatever they were throwing my way. I stopped going out during the day much when I became the Champion. Varric’s ridiculous tales didn’t help none either.”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

“Losing people I love, but that’s already happened so many times I don’t think I can even bring myself to worry about it anymore. It almost seems inevitable, like I’m cursed. But being alone, definitely being left alone.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

“My father’s mantle if it’s a casual outing, it’s made from scrap metal and re-arranged pieces of a Chantry robe. He wore it when he fled the Circle and I wear it to remind myself of his legacy. For battle, usually my Champion’s mantle I think Varric called it. It’s damn impressive for something I literally found over the years – the last piece I found from the High Dragon I killed. Around the home, usually a soft robe and long pants.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

“I have a lot of love to give, even if it’s hard to get from me sometimes. I love my dear friends back in Kirkwall, especially Varric, and of course I love my darling Fenris to absolute pieces. I even love Anders still, strange as that may sound considering where our friendship ended up, but there it is.”

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

“Strange question, but not the strangest I’ve ever gotten (laughs) I laughed way too hard at one of our weekly Wicked Grace games and peed my pants, I was drunk so it was bound to happen.”

26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET!

“Okay bring it on!”

27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)

“I grew up in lower class. Very lower class. When I came to Kirkwall we were worse than lower class, we were refugees, penniless and nobodies. After the expedition, I moved to the high class. Honestly it…was very strange. I never fit in, I preferred staying in Lowtown with my ‘lower class’ friends. It’s always more genuine down the bottom. Nowadays I guess I’m lower middle class, we live well, not too poorly, not too wealthy. Fen seems happy.”

28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

“Hold on lemme count *counting on fingers* Varric, Isabela, Merrill, Anders, Sebastian, Fenris, Aveline, Zevran, my cousin Charity, so 9 in total. Although I don’t think Sebastian would like me calling him my friend anymore we uh, we didn’t leave each other’s company in the best of positions.”

29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

“I mean any pie is good pie if I’m not the one paying for it.”

30. FAVOURITE DRINK?

“The rat-flavoured whiskey in the Hanged Man. (laughs) I’m serious! It’s swill, but it brings back many fond memories of my idiot friends spent on some good evenings in that place. Also Agreggo Pavali, Fenris and I have always shared a bottle during some of the more monumental moments in our relationship, so the drink holds a special place in my heart.

My favourite drink based on taste would be this nice berry-tasting wine we had in Orlais at Chateu Haine. I don’t remember the vintage but it was wonderful, tasted of dismay, or whatever that garbage Orlesians say.”

31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?

“I’d say the Hanged Man, I always felt the most at home there with the peasants of Lowtown and surrounded by my friends. Other than that there’s a spot on the Wounded Coast that wouldn’t often see bandits that we’d all go sometimes to swim and relax.”

32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE~

“Well it would be odd if I wasn’t interested in the love of my life wouldn’t it? (giggles) he’s going all red now. Cute.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY?

“You know I don’t actually know, I wear a breast band so it doesn’t really have cups. Bigger than Merrill, smaller than Isabela, that’s all I can say really. Still annoyed at Isabela’s prime rack to be honest, forever jealous of that.”

34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

“Well I’ve done both in my lifetime, and I think I prefer the ocean. It’s far more wild than a lake, and I like the salty taste.”

35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

“Well looking back at my previous relationships and crushes over the years, clearly I go for the tall, dark, handsome and brooding type. (sighs) Maker I’m so cliché aren’t I?”

36. ANY FETISHES?

“(shrugs) not really.”

37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

“Well firstly the whole ‘seme’ and ‘uke’ archetype is just…yikes so I’m not even gonna answer that. So is top or bottom if I’m being frank, why can’t people be both? As for the last one, hmm…neither? Fen and I are very vanilla in bed, much to Isabela’s constant disappointment, and I in particular care most about my partner’s comfort in bed.”

38. CAMPING OR INDOORS?

“I do love a good luxury mattress, but the outdoors was where I was raised. I belong there in the dirt (laughs) I’m so Fereldan.”

39. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

“Aw, is it over? Too bad I never get tired of talking about me (laughs) I’m kidding.”

#oc meme #ask meme #marianne hawke #dragon age 2

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papagrazza · 25 days ago

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Varric (lounging back in the electric chair) (regaling the most competitive, boozy & intense game of [strip] Wicked Grace the Kirkwall gang ever had at the Hanged Man): …and so they all started kissing one another

Cassandra (finger hovering over the big red button): don’t waste my time with your frivolous lies Varric! Tell me what actually happened.

Varric: you’re right Seeker, pardon me.

Varric: …and so we all started kissing one another

Varric (electrocuted):

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #varric #hawke obviously started it #bisexuals in Lowtown #da2

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pikapeppa · 6 years ago

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OC Interview: Rynne Hawke

I did this already for Fenris the Inquisitor and I’ve been tagged again by the precious @littlesnowarrow, so here we go - Fenris’s partner in love and in crime kicking Coryfish’s ass or whatever: the infamous Rynne Hawke! (Art by the delightful @schoute!)

The rules: Answer the following questions as your OC of choice.

(Like for Fenris’s interview, let’s pretend some journalist from Val Royeaux is interviewing Rynne for Inquisition “publicity reasons”.)

1. What’s your name?

Rynne Hawke! But everyone just calls me Hawke.

2. Do you know why you are named that?

My father liked the name, I think. [laughs] I mean, why do parents ever name their children anything? Either because they like the name, or because they want to jack themselves off by naming their brats the same thing as themselves. [Beside her, Fenris makes an odd noise and rubs his mouth.] What? What did I say?

3. Are you single or taken?

Taken. Frequently and very, very well, thank you for asking. [Fenris snorts, stands up while muttering something about Inquisition business, then leaves the room.] Hey, where are you going?

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Yes. I’m a mage.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Ooh, I’ve not heard of that one. Is that a sex position I don’t know about? I’ll have to ask Bull about that.

6. What’s your eye color?

Some say amber, some say copper, some say whiskey... A lovely shade of golden-brown, as you can see. [charming grin]

7. How about your hair color?

Boring brown, I’m afraid.

8. Have any family members?

[small laugh] Living ones, I assume you mean? There’s Fenris, of course. Toby, my big hairy baby. Carver, my big hairy baby brother. Oh, and our uncle Gamlen is still kicking around in Lowtown, according to Aveline.

9. Oh? How about any pets?

Oh. I suppose Toby? But... no, I take that back. He’s a family member, not a pet.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like.

I don’t like wearing shoes and socks. I wish I had nice hard elfy soles so I could go around barefoot like some handsome elves I know.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Of course! We like reading, playing cards, gossiping and going out for drinks, and... well. Never mind. Fenris wouldn’t be too pleased if I told you about the rest. [wiggles her eyebrows salaciously.]

[From the adjacent room, Fenris calls out: “I can hear you. I am right here.”]

Oh good! So does that mean I can tell them about our sex life? Fenris? [a long pause ensues] Is that a no?

12. Have you hurt anyone in any way before?

Absolutely. Especially if they’re trying to hurt us first.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Um, absolutely. It’s a kill-or-be-killed kind of world out there! Maker’s balls, Is this the first time you’ve poked your head out of Val Royeaux in months? What sort of questions are these?

14. What kind of animal are you?

Hmm. Now that’s a great question. Funnily enough, I wouldn’t say a hawk. [calls out to the adjacent room] Fenris! What kind of animal am I?

[Fenris replies: “A mabari. You are extremely loyal, exceedingly affectionate, and utterly vicious and lethal when necessary.” Rynne smiles.]

Awww, I love you too.

15. Name your worst habits?

I don’t have any. I’m perfect.

[Fenris calls out once again: “She is a terrible blanket hog. And yet she complains about being cold at night.”]

Hey, that’s not fair! [she leans in conspiratorially to the interviewer] I just tell him I’m cold so he has to hug me. It works every time.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Absolutely. He’s sitting in the next room.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Bisexual, thank you for asking. What about you? What kind of genitalia do you most enjoy fondling? [widens her eyes when the interviewer doesn’t reply] What’s wrong, are you shy?

18. Do you go to school?

If you mean sitting in Solas’s rotunda and asking him as many questions as I can to see if there is anything he doesn’t know, then yes. Absolutely. [whispers] I have yet to ask him anything he doesn’t have an answer to. It’s frankly insane.

19. Ever want to marry and have any kids one day?

[bursts out laughing] Did you know we’ve been engaged for over two years? Honestly, that’s good enough for me. Weddings are so expensive. Who needs a big party for no reason? Not me. [laughs some more. She sounds slightly nervous.]

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Absolutely. Oh no wait, that’s the mob of faithful Andrastians who want my head on a spike. Next question please! [chuckles]

21. What are you most afraid of?

[she hesitates, then laughs.] What Dorian will be wearing every day, honestly. I don’t know where Vints get their fashion sense from, but I can understand why the Qunari are always so angry at them.

[In the adjacent room, Fenris snorts.]

22. What do you usually wear?

[leans back leisurely on the couch and slowly crosses her legs] Have a look for yourself. Don’t be shy.

23. What one food tempts you?

Oh fuck yes. You know those Rivaini roasted vegetable crisps that they toss with the sweet and spicy rub? I love those things. I would die for a bowl of those. I should ask Leliana about getting our hands on some of those. Seems like important Inquisition business, right?

24. Am I annoying you?

Not at all! I could do this all day.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Go ahead!

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

Ooh. Funny question, that. I suppose I’ve been all over the place? I’m the Inquisitor’s lady now, so I guess that makes me rather fancy and high-class.

27. How many friends do you have?

Everyone is my friend! Unless they try to kill me or Fenris. Or Toby, or Carver or Varric, or... shit, maybe I don’t have that many friends. [throws her head back and laughs]

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

I love it. Why, do you have some? Now you’ve got me wanting some. Thanks for that.

29. Favourite drink?

Brandy! Antivan is best.

30. What’s your favourite place?

Oh. Aww... you know what, I really loved the study in my old house in Kirkwall. It was just... there were a lot of memories there. The study and the bedroom. [she winks.] That’s all I’ll say.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Yes. I’m very interested in the Inquisitor. He’s fascinating. So intelligent and handsome, with such a nice growly voice...

[From the next room, Fenris calls out again: “Kaffas, Hawke, you will make me blush.”]

Good. That’s what I was hoping for. [laughs]

32. That was a stupid question…

Not at all! I’ll take any and every opportunity to rave about Fenris. He’s my favourite. [A soft chuckle and an indistinct Tevene curseword can just barely be heard from the other room.]

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

Ocean! I know there are just as many living things in oceans and lakes, but somehow oceans feel... cleaner? Less muddy and more sandy. It’s hard to explain.

34. What’s your type?

White-haired elves with lyrium tattoos and dirty thoughts.

35. Any fetishes?

I’ll tell you a terrible secret: not really. Though with Bull being around and putting all these ideas in everyone’s head, who knows what could happen? [wiggles eyebrows and grins]

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

Camping indoors? Isn’t that just... normal indoor living? Or are you talking about building a pillow fort? Because that’s just ludicrous. [calls out to the other room] Fenris, can you ask Josie to send us about twenty more pillows?

[Fenris replies: “No.”]

Damn. Worth a shot. Oh, is that all? All right. Swing by the tavern later if you have a chance! No guarantees Varric won’t bet you out of your own pants, though.

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Read more about Fenris the Inquisitor and his right-hand Rynne Hawke here on AO3.

Tagging forward to... errr, who haven’t I tagged for this already? @iarollane @charlatron @emmavakarian-theirin @faerieavalon @schoute (I NEED DIS IN PIRATEPIPER’S VOICE) @lyrium-lovesong @inquisadaartabras and honestly anyone else who wants to play!

#tag meme #tumblr game #rynne hawke #fenris #fenhawke #fenris/hawke #fenris x hawke #hawris #f!hawris #fenris/femhawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris/f!hawke #fenris x f!hawke #fenris the inquisitor #fenquisition #Lovers in a Dangerous Time

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