Unfinished Art of the Trevelyan Family (won’t be able rot finish it cause Clip Studio’s files disappeared off my iPad). However, I do like what I was able to get done.
From left to right: Lillian Trevelyan, Marianna Trevelyan, Bann Lawrence “Lars” Trevelyan, Laurel Trevelyan, Lysander Trevelyan, and Landon Trevelyan.
The Dark Angel, a Play of Yesterday and To-day is a play in a prologue and three acts by H.B. Trevelyan aka Guy Bolton. Produced by Robert Milton, the play opened on Broadway at the Longacre Theatre on February 10, 1925 and ran 63 performances.
The play tells the story of three childhood friends, Kitty, Alan, and Gerald who come of age in England during the First World War. When Kitty chooses Alan to marry, Gerald is happy for them. A grave misunderstanding leads him to believe that Alan has betrayed the woman they both love. Furious and disappointed, Gerald keeps Alan at the front and leads him out into a supposedly fatal barrage of artillery fire.
~ January 11, 1925
From Atlantic City, the play moved to the Walnut Street in Philadelphia, and the Wilbur in Boston.
A London production (credited to Bolton, not Trevelyan) opened in March 1925 at the Everyman.
It wasn’t long before the play was made into a film. In September 1925 Frances Marion adapted Bolton / Trevelyan’s play under the direction of George Fitzmaurice. Marion’s main alteration was to ‘Americanize’ the character names and to change the ending. The silent film starred Ronald Coleman and Vilma Banky. It is now considered lost.
Interestingly, the Jersey Shore saw The Dark Angel again when Asbury Park’s Rialto Theatre screened the film in November 1925, inaccurately saying that it was based on a novel.
Ten years later, a sound film remake starred Frederic March and Meryl Oberon. The film won an Oscar for Art Direction in 1936. Claude Allister, who was in the play on Broadway, was also in the film. Terry the dog (Toto in The Wizard of Oz) has a cameo! Playwright Lillian Hellman was one of the screenwriters, but she insisted that she never saw or read the original play, and only worked from Marion’s 1925 screenplay.
A Lux Radio Theatre version starring Merle Oberon aired June 22, 1936. In the radio version, Herbert Marshall played the role of Alan Trent instead of his film role of Gerald Shannon. It also featured Rod La Rocque, who was married to Vilma Bánky, who starred in the original 1925 version of the film. The Screen Guild Theater broadcast a 30-minute radio adaptation of the movie on May 8, 1944 with Merle Oberon reprising her film role.
AGE: 22
GENDER: female
ORIENTATION: bisexual
PROFESSION: Professional Demon Slayer and Fade rift closer, also known as the inquisitor.
BACKGROUND:
Alessandra is the youngest of three; her brother Gabriel is two years older and her twin sister Lillian is older by a mere 8 minutes, which she doesn’t let Alessandra forget.
When she was 5 she was due to become an older sister, but sadly both her mom and her late younger brother didn’t survive. Alessandra has never forgiven herself for her mother’s passing and wises she could have done more to save her
PHYSICAL
Body type: curvy, muscular, a true woman’s body
Eyes: Lavender
Hair: Redish Brown, to her shoulders, usually straight.
Skin: lightly tan, with a few freckles
Height: 5′6
Weight: around 150 lbs
SKILLS (S.P.E.C.I.A.L + M)
Strength: She carries around numerous crafting supplies and weapons at any given time... all in a mysterious video game warp hole, she is strong and not be messed with
Perception: On the battlefield she is eagle eyed, off though she is a total klutz
Endurance: She can go for hours... oh Alessandra says that is not what this means... Extremely determined and persistent she can outlast any enemy.
Charisma: Have you met her? She can charm her way into anyone’s heart. She uses this to her advantage and isn’t afraid to be a bit of flirt to help the inquisition out
Intelligence: Able to out wit anyone, Alessandra is a threat physically and mentally
Agility: Alessandra is fairly fast when she wants to be, however she is by no means the fastest warrior
Luck: Alessandra is fairly lucky. Just the other day her team members defeated an ogre without her help when she was trying to lose. She wanted to go back to snogging Cullen ;)
Magic: Alessandra is sadly a muggle :(
LIKES
Colors - Purple, Scarlet, and Gold
Smells - Smoke, Cullen’s neck, the ocean and the storm coast in between storms
Food - She is a sucker for sweets and savory food
Fruit - Bananas, pears, apples pineapple and fresh melon
Drinks - She loves a good cider hard or not
OTHER
Smoke: Nope
Drugs: Nope
Driver’s license?: Nope
11 for Claudia - your OC’s description of their game’s events.
“I did not want any of this. I just wanted to bring my sister home. But the Conclave was destroyed and I ended up being the only person capable of doing anything to those Maker-forsaken rifts. As much as I wanted to forget it all and go home to my children, I couldn’t. I had a duty to help.
I still can’t tell you if I fell into the role of Inquisitor because I was the only person at the war council who wasn’t already in charge of something, or because I was being called the Herald of Andraste and made a good figurehead, or because I was the right person to lead. I can tell you that I would never have accepted command if I hadn’t been afraid of what the Inquisition could have become. I could not stand by and hand the Chantry another blade to wield against those it had already crushed. If I wish to be remembered for anything, it would be for the facts that the Inquisition helped far more than it hurt, and that when it was no longer needed, it disbanded. On the merit of these things, I pray history will be kind to me and my sins.
I can’t lie and say it was all worth it in the end. I gave more aid than I was able to give. I took more punishment than I was able to take. I left the Inquisition more broken than I came to it. Yet, at the same time, I left the Inquisition having made friends across Thedas, having met the man with whom I would spend the rest of my life, and most importantly, having fulfilled my duty.”
- excerpt from the introduction to The Truth of the Inquisition, by Claudia Trevelyan with Varric Tethras.
17 for Elissa - a description of your OC’s family by a future historian.
“It was during the reign of King Alistair I Theirin and Queen Elissa Cousland that the Theirin family finally returned to a size befitting a royal family tree rather than the bare branch it had been reduced to by the Second Orlesian Occupation. King Alistair and Queen Elissa were expected by many to completely fail at producing an heir at all, as they were both Grey Wardens for ten years. Instead, they defied all expectations, first by having twins, Duncan and Elena, within three years of their marriage, and then by surviving the grueling early version of the cure for the Taint and going on to have three more children: Moira, Lillian, and Conall.
So let’s lay out the cards: first Duncan and Elena. The story regarding their conception are almost as interesting as the fact that they were born at all. Early on in Elissa’s pregnancy, there were whispers that she may have conceived them with another man, since the chances of two Grey Wardens successfully having children without intervention were astronomical. Fortunately, these rumors faded within days of the birth, as even nobles committed to the idea of a conspiracy had to admit that the children were the spitting image of both Alistair and his late half-brother Cailan.
Now, you may have noticed I said the odds were astronomical without intervention, and that’s exactly how those odds were surmounted. Papers uncovered from the Fereldan Royal Archives indicate that the early research into a way to cure or at least diminish Grey Warden infertility was begun by Enchanter Wynne of the Circle at Kinloch Hold. Wynne was a renowned spirit healer and had accompanied the Heroes of Ferelden during the Blight, then remained with them at court as an arcane advisor. Her notes indicate that her efforts were enough to help Alistair and Elissa conceive twice, but both pregnancies miscarried in the first trimester.
In 9:32, Enchanter Wynne left Ferelden for Cumberland, where the College of Magi was convening. That same year, Alistair and Elissa made a month-long diplomatic visit to Kirkwall. It’s during this time frame that Duncan and Elena were conceived, and where the notes get interesting. Enchanter Wynne’s work stopped, but was continued by someone else. The subsequent pages are unsigned and brilliant, in a mad sort of way, connecting everything from the work of the Warden Avernus in the Storm Age to high dragon reproduction to the cycles of the moons. There are plenty of theories about who did this work, from First Enchanter Orsino of the Circle at the Gallows to the infamous rebel mage Anders. It’s impossible to determine who that unknown mage was, but one thing is for sure: their work was successful, and within the year, there were two new heirs to the throne of Ferelden.”
- transcript from the popular Fereldan Broadcasting Company documentary, The Hero of Ferelden, by Lucy Worsley.
RULES: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions
1. COKE OR PEPSI: COKE
2. DISNEY OR DREAMWORKS: Disney
3. COFFEE OR TEA: secret option number three HOT COCOA
4. BOOKS OR MOVIES: hmm love both but I prefer books more
5. WINDOWS OR MAC: Mac
6. DC OR MARVEL: 😭😭 don’t make me choose
7. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION: PlayStation love my baby PS4
8. DRAGON AGE OR MASS EFFECT: I haven’t played either
9. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY RISER: Night owl in that friend who texts you at 4 about peanut butter
10. CARDS OR CHESS: Chess, I’m Ciel Phantomhive when it comes to chess
11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA: CHOCOLATE 😋
12. VANS OR CONVERSE: converse
13. LAVELLAN, TREVELYAN, CADASH, OR ADAAR: I haven’t played dragon age yet 😭
14. FLUFF OR ANGST: Fluff cause I enjoy puking rainbows
15. BEACH OR FOREST: Forest
16. DOGS OR CATS: Both!! They’re so freaking adorable
17. CLEAR SKIES OR RAIN: rain cause it helps calm me down
18. COOKING OR EATING OUT: cooking most definitely
19. SPICY OR MILD FOOD: spicy
20. HALLOWEEN/SAMHAIN OR SOLSTICE/YULE/CHRISTMAS: Halloween! I love dressing up plus I enjoy spending it much more with my family and close friends
21. WOULD YOU RATHER FOREVER BE A LITTLE TOO COLD OR A LITTLE TOO HOT: a little too cold I enjoy cold weather over the heat
22. IF YOU COULD HAVE A SUPERPOWER WHAT WOULD IT BE: something involving nature
23. ANIMATION OR LIVE ACTION: animation
24. PARAGON OR RENEGADE: I haven’t played mass effect 😭
25. BATH OR SHOWER: bath because I love bubbles and bath bombs
26. TEAM CAP OR TEAM IRONMAN: Team Cap for the win!!
27. FANTASY OR SCI-FI: Both, I have a soft spot for both genres
28. DO YOU HAVE 3 OR 4 FAVORITE QUOTES IF SO WHAT ARE THEY: I can only think of one off the top off my head “To live will be an awfully long adventure”
29. YOUTUBE OR NETFLIX: YouTube because there’s much more to watch
30. HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON: HARRY POTTER AF
31. STAR WARS OR STAR TREK: Star Wars
32. PAPERBACK BOOKS OR HARDCOVER BOOKS: Hardcover they make me feel all smart
33. FANTASTIC BEASTS OR CURSED CHILD: Fantastic Beasts!!!
34. ROCK OR POP MUSIC: Rock
35. WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE: Love (aka @jewish-mothman)
36. THE LAST BOOK YOU READ/THE ONE YOU’RE CURRENTLY READING: The Count of Monte Cristo, I just finished reading Hamlet for school
38: SONG THAT MAKES YOU SMILE/SONG THAT MAKES YOU CRY: Is there Somewhere you can meet Me by Halsey and Goodbye by 2ne1 left me in tears also LOSER by BigBang left me shook
39. SUSHI OR WAN TAN SOUP: Sushi
40. SPRING OR AUTUMN: Autumn I enjoy the cool weather
41. DRAWING OR WRITING: writing because it expresses my emotions much more
42. SINGING OR DANCING: Singing
43. TV SHOW/MOVIE/BOOK THATS LIKE YOUR HAPPY PLACE SOMETHING THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE: Steven Universe or Adventure Time. No matter what episode it is whenever I’m in a bad mood I just watch either of them
44. FIRST GOOD CHILDHOOD MEMORY THAT POPS INTO YOUR HEAD: when I first went to Disney World and Universal Studio
45. IF YOU COULD VISIT ANY HISTORICAL TIME PERIOD, WHAT WOULD IT BE AND WHY? : none of them really
46. PINEAPPLE PIZZA OR NAH? Nah bro
47. TV OR MOVIE? Tv
48. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR: Mint chocolate chip or anything extra chocolatey
49. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU RELATE MOST TO? Luna Lovegood because I was always the weird kid that got picked on when I was in school
50. LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?: Check in by the hip hop unit of Seventeen
51. TOP 5 OTPS?: lapidot, Jacob and Queenie, Stevonnie, Bubbline
52. What makes you happy: the lights above my desk, candles and rain
MY QUESTION 53: A song you can’t get out of your head no matter what
I tag @jewish-mothman @mr-universe99 @lillian-or-jeannie-who-am-i @1800assbutt @smyd @planetary-spinning
Rules: answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. I was tagged by the amazing @fifty-shades-of-graves . 1. coke or pepsi: Pepsi! 2. Disney or DreamWorks: Both 3. Coffee or tea: Tea! 4. Books or movies: Both 5. Windows or mac: Windows 6. Dc or marvel: don't kill me, but I can't choose. 7. Xbox or playstation: Xbox 8. Dragon age or mass effect: DRAGON AGE! 9. Night owl or early riser: Night Owl 10. Cards or chess: Chess 11. Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate 12. Vans or converse: Converse 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: So far I've only played as Trevelyan, so I'll have to say that. 14. Fluff or angst: Angst. 15. Beach or forest: Forest 16. Dogs or cats: Both 17. Clear skies or rain: Rain 18. Cooking or eating out: Cooking 19. Spicy or mild food: Spicy 20. Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Halloween 21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold 22. If you could have a superpower what would it be: Definitely shape shifting 23. Animation or live action: Live action 24. Paragon or renegade: Renegade 25. Bath or shower: Shower 26. Team cap or team ironman: Team Tony!!! 27. Fantasy or sci-fi: Both 28. Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they: "When I die, I want to be thrown out of a plane, dressed like superman." "Did I know, in my heart of hearts, what Gellert Grindelwald was? I think I did, but I closed my eyes." "There's no need to call me sir, professor." "I am not count Olaf." (I am so sorry but I need to add this one) "Imperial scum." 29. YouTube or netflix: YouTube 30. Harry Potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter 31. When you feel accomplished: Probably never... 32. Star wars or star trek: Can't choose. 33. Paperback or hardcover books: Hardcover 34. Fantastic beasts or cured child: Fantastic Beasts 35. Rock or pop music: out of these two I like pop, but really my heart belongs to Electro swing. 36. Favorite greek God or goddess: Ahhh.... Either Eros or Hermes. 37. Would you rather be a monarch or a very influential advisor to a monarch: Neither. 38. What’s your favourite historical fact? Ahhh.... Maybe that the Black Death spread throughout most of Europe, taking out at least 800,000 people (this is from memory so I might be wrong..) 39. Stormcloaks or Imperials? Tagging: @lillian-walker @justasimplewizardsecretary (for when you're back online! ^.^) @lucylovesbeasts @lucy-scrimgeour @timidly-credence @allforthegreatergood @whovian1077 @ who ever else wants to do it!
I’m not ready to write any more of the thing - I’ve got too much on my plate as is - but it’s a thing I’ve been loving on for awhile now and I wanted to share it.
I’m putting it here, because y’all are awesome. And I don’t want to put it on AO3 and get a whole bunch of strangers giving me the Screaming Gimme Act.
Putting it after the break so as not to wreck your dash.
The letter wasn’t meant for me.
I wasn’t particularly excluded, of course. If the woman who had written it had known it was my hands it would someday fall into, I was sure she would be perfectly content that one of her daughters, at least, had wanted to read it.
But this, like all things, had been meant for Cass.
I wasn’t envious of my older sister; not like most middle children were. Jo was unequivocally the baby, the favorite. Cass was the firstborn, the light of our parents’ lives and the apple of their eyes. She was the child raised alongside a Queen, she was the owner of our parents’ home when they had passed. She was the legal heir.
Nothing that she had was what I had wanted, however.
My mother has near-mythical status in Thedas. Her name consumes entire chapters in history books. She bumped shoulders with Queens and Gods, and had a hand in the shaping of the world as we knew it. I think a large part of that came from her ability to see right to the heart of people, to see their worth with a glance.
It was no different with her children. She knew me, the second I was born. She named all three of us aptly.
My older sister, named for the Divine, my mother’s dear friend and once-protector.
My younger sister, named for a diplomat, the kindest soul our parents had known.
And I, the middle daughter? I was named for the Nightingale, and raised with blades in my hands.
So, no, the letter wasn’t addressed to me. But I suspect that Mother knew it would be my hands that found it.
Dearest Cassandra,
You, and your sisters, deserve the truth. Nothing in this world is so simple, though.
If you want it, you must find it.
In the place your picnic was ruined on Jo’s birthday, I’ve put the answers.
All of my love,
Your mother
Evelyn
Cass had no interest, of course; I told her about the letter I found and then did not argue her when she dismissed the endeavor. We already had the books – mother’s letters to our father, Uncle Varric’s original manuscript, even Papa’s journal – and Cass had never deigned to read them. I had devoured them and been left with a sick sense of loss.
This was not the truth.
When I stumbled across the letter, I almost could not believe my eyes. Mother had not been along on the picnic – she was away so much, it was less common for her to be in a memory than missing from one – but our Captain had surely told her, surely taken her to the very spot, if not hidden the clue himself.
The place was easy to find – a wide field some five miles from the house we’d grown up in – but the answers I sought were more elusive. I camped there for three days before I found the flat stone with a tiny bluebird carved into it. The bluebird wasn’t a sign my mother had ever used, but I recognized it immediately; our Captain had painted it onto the tombstone of his friend Aillis when she’d died. That slab of marble had become a symbol of the solidity our Mother had sought and never found, and wouldn’t have meant anything to anyone outside of her family.
I lifted the stone and found a sturdy wooden chest. It was oiled to the point of being almost slimy, but the latch and hinges were in good repair. I was surprised when I saw the lock – a simple four-character combination lock, something my namesake had developed. I rolled the barrels idly, looking at my options. The obvious answer, given the characters available, was my sister’s name, the person to whom the letter was addressed.
This was my mother, though. I knew better.
The letters seemed random, but I could see the different words she could have spelled. I rolled the barrels until the characters showed L-I-L-Y and the lock clicked open.
The letter had been for me, after all.
Inside the chest was an oiled leather bag, containing two waxed parcels – one a simply sealed letter, and the other heavy, like a book. The inside of the chest was bone dry, but the contents were obviously important to her, to be so protected. I opened the letter first.
Dearest Child,
I don’t care which of you followed my clues, although my suspicion was spelled out in the lock.
Regardless, there are things about me that I have long wanted you to know, but could never tell.
First and foremost, beloved child, you must know that your Uncle Varric is a dirty fucking liar. I love him dearly, but the book he wrote about me, about my torrid romance with your father, about the Inquisition and the battles we fought… it was all carefully crafted propaganda.
The grand wedding in Skyhold never happened. Cassandra was a toddler, Lillian a dream beneath my heart, when your father and I married in secret at Halamshiral, with that fucking dog as our only witness. You are the products of love, not marriage, and that is just one of a thousand tiny details that my girls should know about their mother.
You should know that I love you. You should know that you are my greatest legacy, my best creation. You should know that Varric is horrible bloody liar (did I mention that already?) and that I am not the saint he made me out to be. None of us were.
Marian Hawke was a great woman, but she made decisions based on guilt and loneliness, as every member of her family died around her. She was flawed, as we are all flawed, and it haunted her.
Moira Cousland became a Warden as a means to vengeance, to stay alive long enough to kill the man who had betrayed her family. The night the Blight ended was the worst night of her life; it was the night she lost her purpose. Those are not the insights Ferelden needed about her Queen; thus another lie is spun, this one of Valor and Justice.
Never forget your father, and his near-death to lyrium addiction.
And your mother? Your mother has lived her entire life in fear. Every decision I have ever made has been based, ultimately, in crippling fear. I was a thief, a burglar, an assassin; if I rose above that it was from being in the wrong place at the right time, and graced with the gift of luck.
You deserve to know this. You deserve the real picture of your parents. You need to know that the people you grew up with, the people who raised you, these massive names in the annals of recent history, are ultimately human, and flawed. The reputations we have are impossible to live up to for even us; to hand those shoes to our children to fill is the worst sort of cruelty. I would never wish that sort of pressure upon you, although there was no way to fight against the propaganda machine which is your lying Uncle Varric when you were small.
So, instead, I leave you this, and wish that you find it before you have gone too far in your life to take solace from it. I’ve worked on it for years, and it is my ultimate legacy to you.
May you feel my love from across the Veil,
Your mother,
Evelyn Trevelyan Rutherford
The other parcel was a book.
It was leather-bound and not as old as I might have expected, although the runing along the cover spoke of dear Dagna’s handiwork in preservation.
The surprise I’d felt at holding the first letter from my mother was nothing to flipping over the cover of this book and discovering hundreds of pages covered with her handwriting. I felt like I would recognize the scrawl anywhere; she’d been absent for much of our lives and filled that space with countless letters. She was a diligent correspondent; that much, at least, Uncle Varric had been telling true.
I closed the cover and hiked back to my campsite, breaking it down and packing up. I made the trek back to the little house in Honnleath, and holed up in the room I’d grown up in. I had a half case of candles, hogshead of water, and a determination to leave my room as little as possible until I’d devoured the book I’d found.
I flipped open the cover on a bright spring morning.
I was born in Ostwick, the last daughter of a good woman and a total asshole…
Introducing my Lillian Trevelyan and her older brother Max (whom I have yet to make)! Because sibling dynamics give me life. For anyone who is curious, at this point, Mei is not yet born.
Based on the calming prompt: “I’ll protect you.”
Even from her room, Lillian could hear the sounds of her parents talking in the foyer, and knew they were talking about her. Silently, she crept into the stairwell and sat down to hear more clearly, watching her parents’ silhouettes against the far wall.
“I’m sure she didn’t mean to. We can keep it quiet-” Her mother’s voice was quiet, desperate, and she knew something was wrong. She was wrong.
“No, Helene, we can’t. Andraste save us, she’s a mage.” The word was hissed and Lillian recoiled. She had never heard her father speak with such venom. “She could be possessed at any moment.” The tall shadow that was her papa moved closer to her mother’s form, hunched over in a chair, and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Helene. She has to go to the Circle.”
“She’s just a child, Richard.”
“She’s not just a child, Helene. She never was just a child.” That voice sounded more like her father’s, but it was pained, broken. Papa never sounded like that.
But Mama never cried, either, and she could hear the sobs, the quiet whimpers echoing up the suddenly impossibly long stairs. They were going to send her away. Away from her friends, from her home, from Mama and Papa and…
She didn’t know how long she sat there before she heard soft footsteps beside, heard Max’s quiet voice whisper her name, more serious than she had ever heard in her six years. “Lilly,” and the ease with which her nickname slid off his tongue, the gentle way he wrapped his arms around her, only made her eyes water more. “Lilly, what’s wrong?”
“Max,” she whispered, and, realizing it might be the last time she could talk to him, clung to him tightly. “Max, I don’t want to go. But the Chantry says I’m dangerous. Max, I don’t want to be a mage and get possessed-” Her voice quavered and broke as she pressed her face into his chest.
Lillian could feel him sigh, his arms tightening around her. “Don’t worry,” he vowed, with all the certainty the eight-year-old could muster. “I won’t let them hurt you. I’ll protect you.”