#neethi trevelyan

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Inquisitors ft. A Jie ft. Their Specializations and Romances

Narein Cadash (Reaver; Lace Harding)

Navin Cadash (Assassin; Dorian Pavus)

Banri Lavellan (Champion; Sera and Dagna)

Silvaine Mesmer Seyras (Artificer; Solas)

Jabeen Adaar (Champion; The Iron Bull)

Neethi Trevelyan (Champion; Cullen and Cassandra)

Jievan Barkhius (Necromancer; Josephine and Blackwall)

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Two secondary da worldstates in this picrew

Queen Aurelia Cousland of Ferelden, Princess-Consort Mira Paven-Vael of Starkhaven, Commander Inquisitor Neethi Trevelyan

Sahi Tabris, Chancellor and Hero of Ferelden, Olivia Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall, Inquisitor Banri Lavellan

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Worldstate: The Sinners and the Saints 💖

Aurelia Cousland, Mira Paven, Neethi Trevelyan (picrew)

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Measures of Recruitment

Dragon Age

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: xenophobia, mentions of imprisonment

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In which the disgraced Commander Neethi Trevelyan is an unlikely addition to a likely Inquisition.

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Ensconced within the Royal Palace of the coastal kingdom of Kalghat, overlooking the green-grey cliffs of the Storm Coast and it’s turbulent waters, Queen Regent Chinta stood by the tall windows leading out from her throne room to the capital city beyond. The emerald-threaded tapestries told stories of animal headed warriors fighting unfinished battles; a sight now rendered ominous as the city of Sanhak simmered below her, spirals of smoke rising from the still-nascent embers of another rebellion.

“And so the chantry crumbles.” She mused, the lightness of her tone belying how her ringed fingers tapped nervously against the silver-plated windowsill. “I suppose it’s no surprise.”

From her seat of audience a few steps below the throne, Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast set aside an untouched cup of tea gone cold from time and the draught in the air. “It is only a measure of precaution, your Majesty.” She said levelly. “Should the Conclave fail-“

“Which it will.”

Cassandra frowned. “Most Holy believes otherwise.”

“If she truly could afford that luxury,” Chinta smiled wryly. “Her Right Hand would not be supplicating before the throne of Kalghat.”

Cassandra bristled, as she expected, hands curling into fists on the arm of her chair. Chinta swept past the windows to the throne, situating herself before the twin silver giants that flanked her seat. Her deep blue skirts rustled as she crossed her legs and leaned back, reminding the Seeker of the distance between them.

“My husband is dead. Five years he’s spent on the throne, and not once did the Divine deign to recognize his claim to it. One half of the Marches chip away at our ports, and the other openly denounce me. So tell me, Seeker,” The chill in her eyes had crept into her voice, hardening it like the ragged cliffs lining the outskirts of Sanhak. “What, in the name of the Maker, does Most Holy expect would convince me to spare my soldiers for her cause?”

Cassandra crossed her arms over her chest. “The Inquistion, if it comes to it, is common cause, your Majesty.”

When Chinta raised a disbelieving brow, the Seeker muffled a noise of frustration. She couldn’t wait for Leliana’s Antivan associate to relieve her from the harrowing ordeal of diplomacy. “Most Holy trusts you have a- personal interest in the matter.” She admitted. “Your youngest daughter- she is a mage, is she not?”

“As I suspected.” Chinta stood, trailing her shawls over the floor as she stepped down, deep brown eyes flashing indignantly. “You would wield Pari against me? You would take her name, when I trusted you to keep her safe? Now, when I nearly lost her to the utter madness that took her Circle?”

Cassandra got to her feet as well. Even with the tall heels customary to Chinta’s station, the Seeker towered over her, though her sharp features did not betray anger as much as it did anguish. “It was not a threat, your Majesty.”

Chinta scoffed. “I’m aware of that. The threat is far beyond your control, is it not?”

“I don’t deny the-“ The Seeker winced. “Failures on our part. The Conclave may yet salvage the situation- and if it does not-“ She squared her shoulders. “The Inquisition shall see that they are not repeated. This I promise you.”

“Promises?” The Regent sniffed. “Maker, you must be desperate.” She raised a hand to silence Cassandra’s protest, and continued. “Then you know what promise I expect from Most Holy, in return.”

Cassandra nodded, grimly. “I’d trusted common cause would be reason enough, your Majesty.”

Chinta ignored her. “Recognition. A public declaration of hers- this- Inquisition’s support to the claim of our line to the throne, and my son’s, and his heirs’. Would Most Holy do that much for an ally?”

“It will be discussed.”

“Not good enough.”

Cassandra sighed deeply, unclenching her palms. “Most Holy would be- amenable. On the condition that the Conclave would take precedence.”

“Then my support will wait till then.”

“Your Majesty, you must understand-“

“I do, Seeker.” The Regent’s expression had cleared, a discreet smile of satisfaction brightening her countenance as she returned to her throne. She curled a lock of her brown hair around her finger, twisting it thoughtfully. “I am, after all, a woman of faith. I wouldn’t bid you to return empty handed.” She gestured to the kettle, waiting until Cassandra stiffly helped herself to it. “My troops will wait until an alliance is cemented. For now, however,” She leaned her arm against her throne. “I could give you Trevelyan.”

The Seeker’s dark brows shot up. “Trevelyan?” Cassandra leaned forward, still blinking in surprise. “You mean-“

“She doesn’t bear the title anymore, but- yes. You may know her as the erstwhile-“ Her jaw clenched. “Commander of my husband’s forces.”

“Your Majesty,” Cassandra stared at her. “But I thought she was-“

“Sentenced to death.” Chinta clarified, lifting a finger for emphasis. “Her execution could be- delayed, if I command it.”

“But she-“

“Believe me, Seeker.” Chinta met her baffled gaze. The pain that marred her careful nonchalance made the Queen seem far older than her years. She had been a young woman when she had taken the coronet at the usurper King’s side- a commoner- radiant and sweet, accompanying the upstart young nobleman that King Sidhen had been before his short reign. There were wrinkles now where there were none, premature streaks of grey in her hair from the strain of holding a kingdom together as it fell apart.

“I remember her crimes. Three years since that day- and not a night has passed when I don’t see it before my eyes. How that traitor cut him down- my Sidhen, her King, after he trusted her, lifted her up from nothing.”

“And now you would spare her?” Cassandra asked incredulously.

“I am not sparing Trevelyan.” Chinta snapped. “I’m offering an extension of her sentence, should you have need of her.” She took a moment to collect herself, straightening the bunched ruffles of her embroidered blouse. “History aside, she is a resource, Seeker. I’ve no interest in wasting one when it could be spent elsewhere. Conscript her into your Inquisition- she serves it for as long as she is required to- then she returns to her fate. My real troops follow when your support is formalized.”

When the Seeker hesitated, Chinta clicked her tongue.

“Allow me the dignity of not having to commend her to you, Lady Cassandra. You’ve heard the stories. They are not untrue.”

She had. Commander Trevelyan had led the usurper to his victory in a coup that had almost guaranteed his defeat. It was her- her brilliant strategy, her prowess in the field and the fervent passion she commanded from her scant troops that turned the tides in his favor. She was Sidhen’s sword and shield when the allies of the previous reign rose in successive counterstrikes to put him down- it was her strength that terrified them into submission.

Despite her final betrayal that sent shockwaves across the Waking Sea, plunging the country back into chaos, despite a fall from grace so steep that no one had expected her to survive it- Neethi Trevelyan was still the stuff of bard songs and legends.

Cassandra cleared her throat. “If your Majesty wishes.” Suddenly, struck by a thought, she frowned. “What of her people?”

The Queen rolled her eyes. “The Trevelyans of Ostwick are an honorable house. They would not tarnish their name by associating with a criminal.”

“That is not what I mean.”

“Ah.” Chinta folded her hands over lap. “You mean her mother’s people. Let me tell you this much, Seeker.” She schooled her expression into a calm smile. “Her people, and what they think, are of little consequence. Her people are a ragged party of immigrants from Seheron and the Southern Imperium- bandits, heretics and barbarians, little more than blemishes in the eyes of the Maker. It is- true that she had- interest in their well-being, and that she expressed as much to Sidhen. It is also true that my husband had his differences with her on- how that well-being was to be attained.

“Aside from what he extended in good faith as a favor to his friend and General, he could not, wearing the Crown, betray the good citizens of Kalghat by indulging her people’s foolish notions of legitimacy.” She flipped back her shawl gracefully. “With some gentle persuasion, even she could see this was so. Proximity to the throne affords one some perspective, after all. The matter was closed long before she put a sword through Sidhen’s heart.”

“Closed?” Cassandra tilted her head. “You mean to say they cause no trouble?”

Chinta flicked the air in annoyance. “They’re interlopers. They always cause trouble to the faithful and the honest. The Maker determines it the duty of the Regent to keep them at bay. Such is my lot, as it shall be that of my son after me.”

“And Trevelyan’s actions?”

“Her crime,” She replied firmly. “Was treason. A foolish, arrogant bid for power by a drunken madwoman, driven by her own greed for glory. Fitting to her roots, to be sure, but not compelled by them.”

Cassandra shifted. “I find that- difficult to believe.”

The Queen did not seem perturbed. “So did I, my dear Seeker. But it is the truth. If it were not, why did she throw herself to the guards, overcome by her failure? Why did she confess so readily, accept her sentence without question? And why-“ She declared, “In the three years that she has spent behind bars, did nobody claim her? Not the Trevelyans, not her-“ She made a face “Her people, not her own father?”

“I suspect the years have sobered her.” She held up her nails to the daylight, inspecting their smooth, varnished surface. “Only a thought. I place her at your disposal. If you worry if she is in- fighting condition, simply see for yourself. If you believe her a threat, she’s your prisoner as much as she is mine.”

“I see.” Cassandra’s gaze slid to the closed curtains, the rain pouring over the city beyond them. It was the smell of rain and charcoal that had greeted her, paint being scrubbed feverishly clean off stone and marble. “So this- delay has nothing to do with your recent troubles.”

“When it rains, it pours.” The Queen’s smile stayed serene, though her hands trembled as she adjusted her crown. “We are, after all, of one mind when it comes to precautionary measures.”

Then, there was nothing more to ask.

Chinta reached up to ring the bell attached over the throne. To the guard who stepped in, bowing deeply, she commanded. “Bring her in.”

Cassandra had only seen Trevelyan once, when she had been passing through the Capital on business for the Divine. The newly crowned King had taken the streets in a victory parade, but it was not him who drew the Seeker’s gaze, but the Commander who rode beside him.

Astride a beautiful black steed, the brilliant sunshine pouring over her brown skin, gleaming golden upon her armor, one hand on the hilt of her sword, her face lifted to the light. Her keen black eyes had scanned the crowd, the hint of a proud smile playing across her lips- she was a vision, a knight from the thin volumes Cassandra liked to devour when nobody could see her.

It was almost romantic.

The woman who filed in through the large mahogany doors, accosted by guards who still seemed too accustomed to saluting their charge to be truly at ease with their task- could have been someone else. Her chains, clasped at her wrists and ankles, dragged through the plush carpet- scarred brown arms bare beneath a short-sleeved prison garment. Her hair had grown out from its severe cut- now, it spilled over her forehead, wild black strands nearly hiding her lowered face. Her high cheekbones, her knuckles, her ankles where they showed over her chains- were bruised in dark shadows- as though the sun that embraced her so generously had stolen it’s light from her, leaving her with nothing but her wounds.

Her voice was cracked and ragged from disuse, but there was no mistaking the anger that flared in a single spark of life. “Majesty.”

“Trevelyan.” The Queen did not look away.

“Is this it?” Neethi’s lips twisted in a hollow smile. “I thought you’d have preferred more spectacle for the occasion.”

“I do.” Chinta said smoothly. “And I shall have it. Not today. I didn’t have you summoned to be sent to the gallows.”

“If this is a threat, know this.“ Cassandra remembered those eyes- when Neethi finally lifted them to the Queen- fiery obsidian behind a fringe of thick, black lashes. “I’ll never bend my knee to you.”

“Seeker Pentaghast wishes to talk, Trevelyan.” The Queen looked between the two of them, a small tilt of her head directing Cassandra to proceed. “I’ll allow her to explain.”

Chinta snorted. “I’d like you to keep this squabble,” She sneered. “Away from my guests.” With a gesture, she indicated Cassandra. The intensity of Neethi’s gaze followed. For a moment, her expression fell away into genuine surprise, before it hardened.

“I’m no mage.” She muttered. “Why a Seeker?”

“Talk?” She straightened to her full height. Even in defeat, she wore a warrior’s stance- tall and proud, with her shoulders squared, her spine unbroken; even the casual flick with which she tossed back her dark hair from her eyes had the severe grace of seasoned steel. “Then talk.”

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OC INFO MEME

Full Name: Neethi Ahan-Jhangi Trevelyan

Gender: Trans Woman

Sexuality: Biromantic, Asexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Other

Family: Can't possibly list them all, but- Shakit Trevelyan (Father), and at Skyhold alone- Ahilan Trevelyan (Uncle), Darrell and Kendra Trevelyan (Cousins), Cassandra Pentaghast and Cullen Rutherford (Partners)

Birthplace: The Storm Coast, Free Marches

Job(s):The Inquisitor, Commander to the Inquisition (verse-dependent)

Phobia: Closed spaces, the dark, the worst of herself

Guilty Pleasures: Sleep, food, any form of positive human interaction

Hobbies: Sparring, horse-riding, dancing, but no hobbies only work

Morals

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good, technically

Sins: lust / greed / envy / gluttony / pride / wrath / sloth

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility (let's say a lesson was learnt)/ kindness / justice / patience

This or That

Introvert / Extrovert

Open-minded / Close-minded

Organized / Disorganized

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Outspoken / Reserved

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In-between

Leader / Follower / In-between

Traditional / Modern / In-between

Empathetic / Unempathetic (she's more compassionate and sympathetic than naturally empathetic)

Hard-working / Lazy

Relationships

OT3: Neethi / Cullen / Cassandra

Acceptable Ships: go for it?

BROTP: Blackwall, Iron Bull, Vivienne (the latter two she had no idea were her friends until their friendship cutscene events. Till then it was simply no friends only self-loathing)

NOTP: anyone hypercritical. she beats herself up enough.

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Neethi ft the Trevelyan Cousins

From the top,

Satyajit Trevelyan, son of Ashutosh and Harini Trevelyan, joined the Templar Order at the age of fourteen and has faithfully remained with them, through the events at Therinfal. His whereabouts were unknown until two years after the events of Inquisition, when he showed up with symptoms of red lyrium poisoning.

Remya Trevelyan, sister to Satyajit, had planned to devote her life to charity in the cloister, only to have the Headship of the House fall unexpectedly to her. She married Lord Everand Markus of Nevarra, strengthening the alliance between the two families.

Shilpa Trevelyan, Senior Enchanter to the Ostwick Circle of Magi, and the eldest of the three, is a prolific yet controversial scholar, and rumors suggest that she toys with magic beyond her ken. Despite the Chantry's open condemnation, she carries out her highly secretive work into the safe use of blood magic. However, she has now turned her attention to a study on reversing red lyrium poisoning in order to cure her brother.

Neethi Trevelyan, daughter to Shakit and Indira Trevelyan, former Commander of Forces to King Sidhen of Kalghat, and Inquisitor to all of Thedas. Having lived and nearly died out of Ostwick for all her life, her association the House was only tangential...until it wasn't.

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🌼 for my favorite four cousins + haidi and balam?

🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?

Gaadha : She sees people for who they are. There's no mask you can wear that she can't look past, no armour that can't be undone by her compassion. Like don't get me wrong she can kill with no hesitation when it comes to it, and seeing through smokescreens has saved her skin and that of others a million times. (A bard knows that words mean many things). But it comes from a place of grace- not judgement or paranoia, and those she loves, their truest selves, are safe with her.

Neethi : Contrary to what she thinks, her disgrace did not break her. Or at least, her mistakes did not destroy the part of her that protects and cares and loves. Even at the worst of her, even at her lowest, Neethi has never given up on wanting to be better. Im glad she now has people she trusts enough to tell her so.

Aurelia : Her devotion has ever hindered her, it's only ever strengthened her. I actually love her belief in her own exceptionalism, even if it may read as arrogant to some others. She believes so much that she can have it all, have her crown cake and eat it too, so that when she says "This I swear by the Maker and His Bride, I shall be blessed, I shall be joyous, I shall be loved", life has no choice but to comply.

Leonard : Loyalty. You'd think a free spirit like him doesn't nest easy, and he doesn't in the ways you'd expect, because he's careful about what cause he swears himself to. But when he does, his body and spirit is all for it, or for them, if we're talking about family, or his country or his love. You can tempt him with heaven and taunt him with hell, but he will not move an inch from where he stands beside you.

Haider : His kindness, of course. 🥺 You don't even need to ask him to help, he's right there. It doesn't matter who you are, or whether he knows you or whether he even likes you; if someone needs healing, if someone is lost, he's there. And he does so without resentment, without expectation of reward. Are you hungry, are you alone, do you need a shoulder to cry on, a place to call home? He's here, he's here, he's always here.

Balam : Balam never gives up hope. Or faith in the world. Or his pursuit of joy. He's suffered so much cruelty that anyone else would just have fallen prey to apathy. Balam couldn't be apathetic if it killed him. (And it did kill him). He takes his anger and his pain and he loves so deliberately, so ardently with it. He's like "on purpose, on purpose I will love you" but he means that about not just a person or two or three, but the world, the whole world, and everything in it.

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The Sinners and The Saints ft. this picrew

Aurelia Cousland, Mira Paven, Neethi Trevelyan

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44 for all your inquisitors? :pleading:

44. How do they think their race plays into being Inquisitor?

the essay that follows is entirely ur fault

Narein and Navin Cadash were both inspired by the legacy of the Dwarven Heroes of Ferelden. What Rahvi Brosca, in Narein's case, and Vijaya Aeducan, in Navin's case accomplished inspired them to aspire for happier things than being a cog in the great Carta wheel. The winds of change were already in full force in Orzammar- what with the Casteless Uprising and the Dwarven Declaration of Rights- the Casteless brand becoming a symbol of assertion and rebellion- in their early adulthood, the brothers took all of this as a sign that they could have more. As surface dwarves specifically- their lot thus far had mostly been to do thankless dirty work, to play side characters in someone else's history.

Both Narein and Navin, like Rahvi before them, vowed that this would no longer be so, that their skills, their abilities, their diplomatic prowess and their cultures would not be overlooked, that they are Stone-carved and deserving of the Memories- and this is a Strong motivator in a lot of their decisions.

Personally, being born casteless and fostered by the Cadash family, Narein's stakes were higher, and his perpetual imposter syndrome tied very closely into his position as a surfacer in the Free Marches, and his fixation in getting Everything Right as Inquisitor.

Navin had spent so much time and effort tracking Shale down after she converted herself back from golem-hood, and I think he believed that if the name Cadash rang far and true enough, she would find her way home.

Dwarves may never dream, but they can aspire, and inspire.

Banri Lavellan is pretty easily icked out by the Herald Of Andraste business. It felt like they were robbing her of her personhood. She's used to letting people believe what they believe at first in Principle, but as a Dalish elf, she recognises that her beliefs and her way of life are either attacked or belittled or both, and like, as chill and even- tempered as she is, she calmly tells them they can stitch the sky back themselves if they're not willing to treat her and her people with respect.

The fact that Corypheus' orb was an elven artifact put her on edge, just as Solas told her- because it certainly wasn't the first time that her people's culture was twisted and robbed and and used against itself- so she makes protecting elven Artifacts and Sites a huge priority in her Inquisitorship. And not just ancient artifacts, Banri prizes the elven culture- of the Dalish and of the Cities, of the present with great and fierce pride.

At her heart, Banri is a Defender- she makes herself as strong and level-headed as she possibly can so that she takes the first hit and not flinch, rather than the rest of her people. She chases the meanest target, banks on solidarity to let the rest of them fall back so she could hold back the intruders- and that is what she remains as a Dalish Inquisitor to the Elven People.

She wants to be a true Champion because what they have built they now stand to lose, and over her dead body will history wrong the People again.

Mesmer Seyras has similar concerns, of course, but as a city elf born and raised and identifying as Antivan, the political capital accrued to her she makes use of in a different way. She has a Solid Network of contacts through undercities and Alienages, and her time with the Crows has yielded her a lot of ideas on how to pull strings and where. Because in her canon, Divine Justinia did not survive the entry into the Fade and it was a spirit who led her out, Mesmer let the Herald thing stand, though she claimed to be a Herald of Shartan instead. When Flissa said that she must have been sent to shame the humans for what they did to the elves, she does not deny it.

She let whispers and murmurs spread about how she was chosen, and she truly Believed she was chosen because she chose to believe that. Mesmer has never been Chosen for anything in her life, and she needs to believe this, with all her heart. And she does. She knows the value of symbols, because Shartan was that to her- a symbol of freedom, and hope, and she willingly postures herself into one when she feels it would benefit her people.

If she has any complaints about the high standards she's held to, she only voices it quietly enough that noone would hear, and she's certainly not complaining about power.

Jabeen Adaar's personhood has always been held in question, as a qunari living among humans. From Haven to Val Royeaux she's had to hear the slurs she's accustomed to hearing, seeing the lives of her people be treated with little to no value and without the support of the Valo-kas to fall back upon.

She never expected it to go away despite what people are claiming her to be, but she's furious that she has to deal with it while she goes around saving their lives. The Valo-kas immediately join the Inquisition because no way theyre going to leave Chief in the hands of humans. Jabeen's a formidable military commander, and she conducts the Inqusition as such.

This further sort of entrenches this popular notion of Jabeen Adaar as this well oiled killing machine, when shes Not. Her kindness, her softness, her care for those she loves, her love for flowers and pretty things- she's terrified those will all disappear into the Inquisitor she's become. Bull helps, and the Valo-kas help, and when she swore a Qunari will stand for them all, what she means is that she chooses to Love her qunari and the vashoth as fiercely as they are hated.

Neethi Trevelyan did not grow up in Ostwick, had very little connection to the rest of the Trevelyans until She Met Her Cousins 👀, so the sudden "Lady Trevelyan" everywhere sort of confuses her. She has to do a double take and go "me??" But no matter how much she swore she eschewed nobility long ago and was Never an Andrastian, she is confronted with the weight that her name holds, and her privilege as a human tied to a noble family.

She knows that Halamshiral would not have welcomed her the way it did had she been someone else with her history, she knows that the Templars wouldn't fall over themselves to worship her if someone else equally capable took that position instead. She has to confront the fact that "people" in some of the agent's reports don't include all people, and she takes extra care and double, triple checks to make sure what the ramifications of her decisions are for Everyone. Accountability is a Huge Thing for Neethi, and she takes her racial accountability with all the solemnity that befits it.

Jievan's situation is slightly different, being a mage, Visibly a worshipper of the Old Gods, and a Laetan from Tevinter, as opposed to an Altus like Dorian. But accusations and threats and even Tevinters relationship to him is not even remotely the same as what his non-human colleagues have to deal with, and learning what his privilege has afforded him is a Process that he willingly has undertaken just as Neethi did.

He's Very touchy about matters of imposing faith, and he's the First to throw himself in the line of fire when a non-human Inquisitor or companion is being questioned for their faith. And he takes every chance to make it clear that the Inqusition has to adapt to all its members, not the other way around.

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28 and 29 for...... neethi, sanzhar, claudia, and shaan?

28. Whats your favourite thing about this OC?

Neethi: Her determination to do good. And no matter how much she's fucked up and how close she's gotten to hell down the road of good intentions, she'd rather set things right at any cost than wallow in her mistakes.

Sanzhar: He's never in a hurry. He doesn't want anyone around him to be in a hurry. Be it in Life or its smaller manifestations, he's the first person to remind himself and everyone around him to take it at their own pace and that's okay.

Shaan: His loyalty is unwavering, and he Never regrets having loved. It doesn't matter who you are or what you've done or how little you think you deserve it, if Shaan decides he cares for you, he makes it known, he's ride or die in the best of ways and nothing you tell him can convince his love was misplaced or wasted.

Claudia: I mean u got to give it to her she's passionate about her Mission. There's nothing she won't do for the Wardens, including cold-blooded murder and betraying all her friends. I like how her Mess isn't really out of pure self interest? Everything is about her Cause and her Organization, and someone with that kind of obsessive dedication could do great and terrible things. She's done both.

29. Whats your least favourite thing about this OC?

Neethi: She pushes people away. Constantly. Those she loves and those who love her, when she thinks she doesn't deserve them.

Sanzhar: He can be wilfully ignorant of like, everything around him so long as it protects his little bubble of calm.

Shaan: Gets envious and resentful when people don't give him attention...

Claudia: There are no people, only tools and collateral damage. There are no friends- only temporary allies. (And Zevran- I think he understood her, and really, really wanted to get through to her somehow, but then she wouldn't listen, and was gone.) The thought never crosses her mind that the Wardens wouldn't fight so hard if they didn't have so many things to protect.

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💓 for your inquisition babes?

💓 - what's something small that holds great signifigance to them? why?

Narein: Don't say his kid don't say his kid don't say his- It's the baby journal he keeps of his daughter; it's like a scrapbook containing everything from cute anecdotes to the sketches she gifts him. So, yeah. His kid.

Navin: The twin daggers embossed with the emblem of House Cadash. It's by no means his most expensive, or even the most effective ones he uses but Mama Cadash, in typical fashion, said he had to prove himself Worthy of it before he could get his hands on it. It's the only heirloom that the House managed to find and buy back after their exile long ago, and it once belonged to his ancestor Minka Cadash, who was one of the first Silent Sisters in the order of Astyth.

Banri: Her chisel. She feels at home when she holds it, and crafting brings her peace amidst any amount of chaos. It's the first thing Clan Lavellan sends as soon as they get word of her whereabouts at Haven; she needed something to hold on to.

Mesmer: She's very generous where she wants to be, but at the same time, pretty sensitive about her material possessions and only lets very few people touch them without her explicit permission. She's never really had much that's hers- not even her skills were hers for a long time, since she was practically indentured to the Crows. A lot of little things carry great significance to her, but if I had to pick one- I'd say her it's her Antivan leather gloves. Not only are they pretty, she needs them to handle her poisons.

Jabeen: A little qunari doll she calls Mehak. She acquired it from a Vashoth merchant fresh from Par Vollen. Not only is it adorable and made for good squish to sleep with, living among humans as she did, she needed the extra reminder that someone who looked like her could be coveted and loved, and cherished. she'd never found it's like before or since, and no she's not too old to collect dolls.

Neethi: A pearl bracelet- it belonged to her mother Indira, the only piece of jewelry she hadn't sold off to Champion Her Cause , and the only thing that Neethi has of Indira. She gave it to her Papa when she sent him off to Ostwick, because if Regicide goes to plan, she knew they'll take it away when they imprison her.

Jievan: Prayer beads to the Old Gods, crafted from dragonbone and worn from age- it helps him keep his sanity with all the Andrastians around him, calling his Gods false and calling him a maleficar, and sometimes, if he holds them close enough, he swears he could hear the sea. The Gods aren't listening, and he can never go home, but it's hope that something will always remain.

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The siege of Adamant was definitely the biggest turning point in Neethi's story. Here she was not only in her element, but aware of it. Despite the death and destruction, despite the horrors of the Fade, despite the loss of Stroud, she was able to see herself as everyone already saw her: an inspiring Commander, a peerless Warrior, and an Inquisitor who exemplifies resilience, courage and strength in a world gone mad.

As many lives were lost, Neethi's competence, dedication and the unwavering loyalty she earned from her troops and her Templar allies managed to save twice as many, and carry her companions safely through the Fade.

"Justinia's" words only helped cement this; as she now knew her anchor was no divine intervention or punishment; it was her all along, doing what she had always done, what she had always wanted to do: defend, command and persevere.

And in this realization she knew that she does not have to punish herself for the rest of her life in order to atone for her past.

There's goodness in her yet, a solid core of it unshaken by her mistakes and her tragedies. Somewhere between Haven and Adamant, she had begun to outgrow her shell of regret and self-loathing. And now she can allow light to seep in through those cracks. Of joy, of pride. And even of love.

Speaking of love..

Someone kissed her Commander 😏

And is rather pleased about it.

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Skyhold

Commander Neethi Trevelyan, a once-decorated war general, then a convicted king-slayer, who was conscripted into the Inquisition; Eventually, she ended up taking over the Cullen's post after he stepped down to focus on his recovery.

Jievan Barkhius of Leventis, who came along with Dorian as his apprentice and stayed on to help protect the far flung, impoverished, fractured border provinces of the Imperium from the Venatori, and reanimate a veritable batallion of corpse-horses, I guess?

Silvaine "Mesmer" Seyras, an ex-Crow from Antiva City who decided to lend their talents in traps and poisons and tearing down empires, and their contacts throughout the networked Undercities of Antiva and the Free Marches.

And finally, Inquisitor Narein Cadash, single dad and Carta Leader, whose premature greying advanced about tenfold since he took the office. To nobody's surprise.

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📓 👀 ??

"Bold In Deed", which follows Neethi Trevelyan's sort of, journey through finding family. Because she's grown up away from Ostwick, and she does Not think anyone would want to associate with her anymore after what she'd done and that she'd be a burden on their name. She also did send her father away and expects him to never forgive her.

But they prove her wrong over and over again, and she learns that sometimes it's a Good thing that you don't get to choose who cares for you.

Featuring some Complicated feelings between Ahilan and Shakit with the former having leftover "you left us all behind" feelings he'd not voiced, ever.

Also featuring Kendra and Darrell because family. 😌

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🌌 for uhhhh sanzhar, neethi, rio, and jie?

🌌 - where do they feel safest? what places do they like the most? why?

Sanzhar Samal: In his workshop, either in Zadith or the new one in the Prakran Palace. He knows exactly what to do, exactly where most things are, and if he doesn't he can find them at his own time. It's the one place he feels like he decidedly has the upper hand. And most of his alchemical experiments are slow paced and imaginative- which is exactly how he likes his world.

Neethi Trevelyan: Her Safest place was the house she was born in - in a small village on the outskirts of Kalghat, her home country. The events preceding the civil war, and the war itself, wiped out the village, so it's gone now. But she does find a lot of comfort in the open fields, I guess? Riding out with her Beloved Horse Ajai, or walking the Mabari with her partners. Years of imprisonment has given her quite a bit of claustrophobia, so open spaces suits her well. Eventually, after Meeting Certain Cousins, 👀, she feels secure in the Trevelyan Estate at Ostwick as well.

Orion Meridien: He feels At Home at his University quarters or his mothers' bookshop, but really, Rio can feel Safe just about anywhere as long as he has expected to be there. He's travelled quite a bit with Aodh and- after, and he doesn't get seriously homesick too often. (He does Seriously miss Nurlan but that's another story :3c) Rio's entire Thing is preparedness; he can feel safe and at ease anywhere as long as he's been Prepared to be there. But if he wasn't? He could be in the most defensible, the most familiar place in the world, and he'd still be on edge.

Jievan Barkhius: Uh... nowhere? 😬 The hypervigilance doesn't do any favours, no matter where he's travelled. He Likes the coast, because it reminds him of home, but that's a double edged sword..Jie would never admit it, because he's afraid it sounds clingy, but his safe spaces are People. He feels safe when he's with Safe People. Felix was the first person his mind clocked as Safe after Everything Happened. Dorian was the next, until the Inquisition. Then Josie, Blackwall, Jak... The list is very slowly but surely expanding. 👀

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9, 13, and 16 from the inquisitor ask - your choice as to which or all!

*Spins wheel-*

9. Did they have Bull sacrifice the Chargers or the Dreadbought?

Jabeen Adaar chose to sacrifice the dreadnought- and it remains the hardest thing she's done (sealing the breach didn't even come close to having to watch a ship full of her people sink and know that she gave the command to ask them to retreat.)

Jabeen's experience leading a company has put her in a lot of high pressure high stakes situations- and in that moment her experience told her that chances are, if they let the chargers take on the venatori, theyll lose them and the dreadnought both. She was more on the lines of hoping to salvage what could be salvaged.

The dreadnought sinking and Bull becoming Tal Vashoth did still haunt her for a very long time- I think she wonders if there was some way to save them all, and if she was the reason the man she loved was cut off from his people. They help each other, however.

13. What do they think of Solas?

Narein Cadash respects Solas, and his input. Being a dwarf, he knows absolutely nothing about fade-based magic, so he felt very out of depth dealing with a magical apocalypse. The mage companions are especially and equally valuable to him, and Solas' explanations from the start helped him a lot to be at his best.

A few of Solas' comments did rub him the wrong way, and he did sort of suspect he knew a Lot more than he was letting on. But all in all he thought of Solas as a valued friend, and trusted that Solas regarded him in return as such. And then that happened.

16. How do they react to the corruption of the Wardens? Why?

Neethi Trevelyan is incredibly disturbed, at first. It made sense, but the fact that the only people who could stop Blights were so vulnerable to such insidious forms of corruption really unsettled her. She has nothing but respect for the Order, however and could see they were being misled. And being misled? Being complicit in something Bad and High Stakes Bad because she thought she was helping?? That's in Neethi's personal history, and she didn't have a darkspawn whispering in her ear. So she lets them stay and help.

I think the tragic events at Adamant put the Order into perspective for her- specifically re: the risks and damage in what they're doing. She's definitely going to push for more welfare measures in the Order with whatever influence she has.

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