#oc: maeve trevelyan

[niofo]

i just keep rambling about my planned worldstate for dav, but that's bcos i want to concoct the most cursed, toxic situation for poor morgan to be in. so, i want to have someone josiemancing in there, but my previous josiemancer was the og version of idris' half-sister erin, who unfortunately evolved into a meredith-lite zealous chantry fanatic templar and main antagonist in my fic... so i don't think josie would particularly appreciate her, and besides i don't want her to be the inquisitor either, no matter how unbearable the situation would be for morgan.

but well, good for me, i have a whole ass trevelyan family tree out there to pick from! perhaps instead of the planned marriage to cassandra idris' nephew rhys was actually planned to marry josie? (since i'm not really in need of making inquisitor!idris life worse by making those weird ass connection to pentaghasts). rhys and josie are even closer in age than rhys and cassandra, and i can see the logic that well, at least there's no pesky mages in the montilyet family! (unlike the pentaghasts).

so now the question is, what would be the more cursed if i have rhys actually die like in canon, then his sister maeve becoming the inquisitor and falling for her brother's promised bride or rhys actually surviving in this one but becoming a mage, being sent to the circle and then meeting josie again after the conclave. either way trevelyan family drama is reaching a boiling point. kinda leaning more towards the 2nd option just to have bann taliesin having a fit over getting yet another mage in his family, the scandal. also the spiderman pointing meme between idris and rhys. downside: i'll be sad that in main fic canon rhys died.

so morgan is formerly trevelyan, right. i imagine bcos he spent so much time in antiva he has mix of ostwick (irish) and antivan (spanish) accents. he introduces himself as morgan de riva these days, but if there's someone capable of noticing there's something wrong with his accent, it's josie. and she knows trevelyans, bcos of lucille's trevelyan's balls, and morgan looks really similar to his mother. that's so cursed, omfg. i think i need josiemancing inky in this worldstate, that would be so bad i need to do this. also it's not something morgan ever mentions so it would be literally first time the veilguard hearing his former name. morgan wonders if he could manage to murder her surreptitiously before she can spill the beans (he can't, she's a bard).

[mt07131]

haha what is the difference?

do i got to play the old games?

Okay SO dreadwolf was the old title for DA4, they just announced today that the veilguard is the NEW title so it’s still the fourth dragon age game just under a different title.

And yes I would definitely recommend playing the old games because each game builds on the others. It goes origins -> 2 (my personal favorite) -> inquisition. They’re on sale a lot on Steam with all the dlcs bc they’re older but it’s one of my favorite franchises and one of the franchises that got me BACK into RPGs and like many games it has its problems (many,,,,, many problems) but it will always have a special place in my heart

[charmedcleric]

I made another dragon age oc hehe her name is Arianne Trevelyan, she’s not the inquisitor but she ends up being involved in the inquisition.

She’s the half sister of my canon inquisitor Maeve meaning that she is a half elf.

She’s a member of the city guard of Ostwick. Arianne wasn’t very happy about it when she first joined but it was either that or become a Templar so babygirl ran to join the city guard.

She’s a bit of a hard ass but she’s soft in the middle, you just have to work hard to get there. She has quite a bit of trauma which has made her this way.

[servantofclio]

Dragon Age OCs: Links

Complete roster... for now!

WARDENS

Kascinda Tabris (rogue, romanced Alistair)

Maeve Surana (mage, romanced Zevran)

Coran Aeducan (warrior, romanced Morrigan)

Nim Amell (mage, romanced Leliana)

WARDEN-COMMANDER

Azalais Caron (rogue)

HAWKES

Jocelyn Hawke (rogue, romanced Anders, really belongs with Varric)

Aderyn Hawke (mage, romanced Fenris)

Valencia Hawke (warrior, romancing Isabela, unfinished playthrough)

INQUISITORS

Branwan Lavellan (rogue, romanced Solas)

Simon Trevelyan (warrior, romanced Dorian)

[themournwatcher]

@fenharel-apologist94 asked the discord group what gift would give our Dragon Age OCs high approval bonus. Here is my mostly comprehensive list >;3

Mahanon Tabris - Pouch of Herbs; A fragrant bundle of herbs commonly used in Ferelden cooking, freshly picked.

Laurent Surana - Token of Favor; A finely embellished kerchief with roses embroidered around the hem.

Iveani Lavellan - Plush Furs; Warm furs from the south of Ferelden to help one stave off the chill while they sleep.

Naoise Cousland - Stray Arrows; Loose arrows plucked off of darkspawn corpses, able to be reused with poison from their blood.

Trystan Hawke - Needle and Thread; A spare sewing needle to patch up holes in clothes or thin blankets.

Jurian Amell - Storybook; A book of fairytales collected from all across Thedas, in one large leather-bound volume.

Arlan Trevelyan - Empty Lyrium Bottles; Perfect for replenishing with more lyrium—or shiny rocks you might find while traveling.

Nomaris Mahariel - Halla Toy; A toy deer carved out of wood and painted white; it almost resembles the Halla of the Dalish.

Maeve Hawke - Riding Boots; A proper lady would not be seen muddying up her fine dress shoes while riding horseback.

In’nan Lavellan- Fragment of Elvish; A fragmented stone with an old elvish inscription upon it, waiting to be translated.

Uhhh if someone else wants to make a tag game of this feel free :3

[emeraldsknight]

I was tagged by @little-lightningbug to make some ocs in this doll maker ❤️❤️

I don't have friends on this website so I'll tag @duriens @daggerslesbian and @jongins-gf

or anyone else of course!!

[lavellander]

got hollis on the brain….. specifically their first encounters w some of the inq folks :^)! she’s not great at first impressions god bless

[bankaizen]

the lovely @teamhawkeye tagged me to create my OCs with this picrew! thank you, katie!

maeve lavellan (da:i)  //  regan faulkner (fc5)..... bringing her back for a visit bc why not!

aurelia trevelyan (da:i)  //  cleo ryder (me:a)

fallon hawke (da2 & da:i)  //  holly duncan (tow)

tagging: @raleighsamsn @ri-a-rose @ladyproserpinas @runbilly @shellibisshe and anyone else who wants to!

[gugle1980]

I saw your male Inquisitor and have an ask: are Alex and Anya twins, because they look very much alike

Hi :) Thank you for the ask.

No, they're not siblings, they not related in any way. I just really like to create OC's with dark hair and brown eyes. 👀

Alexander does have a sister, half sister Kara Maeve. Here she is :

[gingerbreton]

OC voice claims

Tagged by @apostatetabris thank you! This might be a long post because I’ve been busy creating new ocs while I’ve been on the quiet side... I’ve bounced around all over the UK for these voices (give me the chance to give my ocs voices, there’s no way I’m not going straight to starkhaven).

Worldstate 1:

Ysabelle Dryden

I’m going to start with my awkward girl (I swear they are just simple after this). Izzy is a funny one, she doesn’t have a specific voice claim. She travelled a lot growing up, what with her parents being travelling merchants, so her accent is a mix of northern coast of Ferelden but softened by the years spent in Denerim. It shows in the cadence of how she speaks, and the phrases she uses, more so when she’s emotional moments.

So, her accent has a mix of Geordie and Yorkshire in there and I’ve picked out a couple of examples that might help express when I hear in my head for her 😂 Laura Norton (thank you to @magpiesandmabari for the help with finding a good Geordie example! I don’t watch Emmerdale myself but Laura Norton’s accent is a nice demonstration of the cadence of the accent that I love). Demonstrating her Yorkshire side, is the wonderful Jodie Whittaker.

Aedan Cousland

Aedan shares a face and voice claim, Charlie Cox. Despite being from the northern coast of Ferelden, that noble upbringing has stopped him from getting the more interesting local accents. He’s my kinda posh Cousland boy, but I’m sure after a year around Izzy he’ll not be quite so ‘proper’ sounding.

Conall Hawke

Again, his face and voice claim are Eoin Macken (Gawain from Merlin). I couldn’t think of another voice that I preferred for him, and a Dublin accent just suits my charming lad down to the ground.

Freya and Isla Trevelyan

They are brand new so I don’t have face claims yet, but this gave me a chance to think about them in a bit more depth. They were raised by their aunt and uncle (until Isla was sent to the circle) who lived in Starkhaven before taking over the family estate, and still spent a lot of time there. That’s my excuse for giving them Scottish accents and I’m sticking with it!

Freya’s voice claim is Laura Fraser and her baby sister, Isla’s is Karen Gillan.

World State 2:

Luna Amell

Her voice claim is Lily James. She is my extremely posh circle girl. Gotta make sure everyone knows you’ve still got that Amell breeding going on.

Selene Hawke

Her voice claim is Emilia Clarke. She is my sweet and a bit cheeky blue Hawke. Not as posh as her cousin, but it’s not like her mum would have allowed a proper rural Ferelden accent to take root.

Maeve Lavellan

Her voice claim is Orla Brady. BioWare seem to like Irish accents for the dalish, so I ran with it. Maeve is in her 30s and I like how Orla speaks with careful consideration and self assuredness, like she can’t be bullied or rushed, she knows her mind. That feels very Maeve.

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I think a lot of people have done this, so I’m tagging people I’ve not seen yet @laurelsofhighever @bluekaddis @shittybundaskenyer @daydreamingdragonage @bitchesofostwick and anyone who feels like sharing. No pressure obviously!

[kierarutherford]

THANK YOU!!!!

So @gugle1980 bought me a ko-fi and while she didn’t request anything in exchange I just had to write something for her. So without further or do here is a little piece between Cullen and Rylen (her two favorites) having a few drinks and discussing some pretty special women. I do hope you enjoy!  1629 words of fluffy, joking men, getting drunk. Under cut for length.

One More For the Road

Down time. There was precious little of it at Skyhold these days. Rylen had been an asset beyond anything Cullen could have hoped for, and he was more than grateful for the invitation. Drinks at the Heralds Rest. He went nearly nightly, his usual half pint before trudging back up the steps and into his loft bed. It helped ease the tension from his weary body and he enjoyed the warm banter about him as he drank and enjoyed a small meal.

Removing his armor and placing it upon the stand in his tower he rolled his neck, the weight of Commander easing away as he pulled his mantle over his shoulders. Bracing himself against the cool evening air he strolled the battlements towards the tavern. Several guards and scouts acknowledged him, one asking for a quick answer to a missive. Skimming the paragraph, he gave an order and continued along his route. Once at the tavern it didn’t take him long to find the table with Rylen and a small group of men and women. Waved over he was ushered into a seat at the head of the table. “The man o’the hour!” Rylen raised his tankard, the crew about him followed before clinking mugs and drinking down a healthy gulp.

Rolling his eyes with a chuckle he took the stein passed to him. “How about to the men and women seated here now, and to the Inquisition.” Tipping his mug up he drank several gulps before setting it down. “So sullen and serious.” Rylen chided as he helped pass the tray of bread, cheese and meats about. “This is a time to relax, an’ enjoy ourselves.”

“True. We’ve earned a night off,” a stout man grinned. “All thanks to the big men over there. Were it not for you two, this mess would fall apart.” Everyone laughed as the crew nodded towards Rylen and Cullen. “To you two!”

Cullen chuckled and clapped Rylen on the back, “seems you have a few fans.”

“None as pretty as your Inquisitor, but I make due.” Ribbing him back Rylen waved the men off, “drink, eat, get drunk. Tis our night.” With a loud cheer and more clanging of mugs the group of men and women began to chatter between themselves.

Rylen leaned in tight to Cullen, “how’s it going with the lass? You seem to have a bounce to yer step now.” Cullen hastily swallowed the mouth full of ale, thankful it went into his stomach and not his lungs. “Lass? Anya? Uh well…”

“Come now. She’s put colour in your cheeks. Somethin’ I haven’t seen, ever.” Chuckling Rylen nudged him. “You embarrassed mate?”

“No, no nothing like that. Just wasn’t expecting you to bring it up. I should know better with your cavalier ways.” Arching his brow, he shook his head, “you should speak. You seem a bit rosier than I remember as well. What’s her name?” He had thought he’d trip up Rylen, but Rylen wasn’t so easily shaken. “Her name is Kara. Kara Maeve. Damn fine lass. Twin blade rogue and a hell of a fighter. I should know, she’s enjoyed fighting with me damn near daily.” Chuckling Rylen drew in a long drink before reaching for the pitcher to refill their steins. “I plan on speaking to her proper when we get back to the Approach.”

“You haven’t yet? Is there something in the way?” Cullen rested his elbows upon the table, granting Rylen all his attention. “Nah. Between everything we’ve dealt with, I haven’t had the chance.” Shrugging he sighed, “she was pretty beat up by a Varghest, uttered some interesting things in her feverish sleep. I… I told her I love her man.”

Cullen half spat out his ale, “you what?”

“I told her I loved her. I do. I donna think she believes me, but I plan on getting it through that thick skull that I ain’t one to play games.” Rylen snorted before clapping Cullen on the back. “But here I am talking on and on like a scullery maid when I asked you the question. How goes things with your lass?”

Feeling more comfortable having heard Rylen’s story, and the ale easing him into a relaxed state he sighed, “they are well. Anya is, she’s wonderful.”

“You seem a wee bit smitten, Commander,” Rylen grinned wide as he reached for his drink. “You’re a lucky man. How’d you land yourself that beauty?” He let out a brisk chuckle as Cullen’s cheeks tinted a darker rose. “I don’t deserve her.” Cullen mumbled over the tankard before downing the last of its contents. Rylen was all too happy to top him up. “Ah, you’re too hard on yourself. Always have been.”

“I’m not… the withdrawal…” his voice was hushed as he leaned closer to Rylen. “It’s gotten worse since we last spoke. I… My hands go numb sometimes, makes it impossible to write. I get headaches that make reading anything a struggle at best. I have aches and pains now; the nightmares are more vivid. Anya was the one who pushed me to keep going. She thinks I can beat this. I don’t…”

“The lass is right.” Rylen gripped Cullen’s shoulder. “Maybe one day I’ll join ya. You’ve got more guts than half the men running face first into the fray. I’m with Anya, you can do this.”  Sighing heavily, he raised his tankard, “come now, let’s toast the women. Who foolishly fell for two brash bastards.”

Snorting his reply Cullen clinked his mug against Rylen’s before downing a mouthful of honey sweet ale. “You’re going to get me drunk.”

“That’s the plan,” Rylen sneered. “You of all people need to relax.”

“Don’t start that shit.” Cullen growled, “Varric said the same damned thing the other night.”

“Oi the night you lost your knickers,” Rylen sputtered as he laughed. “The wee Master regaled me in the tale. Says he’s going to have to use blood magic to get you to come out and play again. A dwarf threatening blood magic. Must have been quite the scene.” Rylen enjoyed the fresh hint of pink that had travelled up Cullen cheeks and began to paint his ears. “I’m sure the Lady enjoyed the view.”

“I… You bastard.” Cullen glowered as he drained his mug, greedily searching for the buzz that would ward off his embarrassment. “Perhaps I should ask your men what follies their Commanding Officer has gotten into? Maybe a personal letter to this Kara Maeve?”

“Don’t you bloody dare.” Rylen shot back, trying to stifle a round of snickers. “You don’t need to be minding that business, ser.”

Together they laughed heartily until the ale was gone and both men could barely stand. “You… You’re drunk.” Cullen slurred as Rylen half flopped over the barstool. “You, shh, ya arse.” Rylen chided as he regained himself. “I can handle my ale. Tis you who are the light weight.”

“Light weight? I believe we drank a keg, between the two of us.” Cullen used the wall to hold himself up and tried to discern the best course to his quarters. Crossing the battlements with his wobbly legs wasn’t looking like the best idea. “Oi, get your arse to bed. My bunk ain’t but far from here. Try not to fall over the damn walls.” Rylen giggled as he knocked over his tankard, sending it shattering across the floor. Cabot’s grunt of displeasure had both men hurrying for the front door.

Once outside in the night air, Cullen shivered, “get some rest. I’ll see you off in the morrow.”

“You mean afternoon, I doubt either of us is fit for anything till after noon’s sun.” Rylen half pushed Cullen as he stumbled off towards his bed. “Take care of the lass will ya.”

“Lass…” Cullen’s grin widened. By now Anya would be in her quarters and it wasn’t so late that she would be sleeping. Straightening himself up best he could he began the slow stumbling walk to the main doors of the keep. It took every ounce of control he had to properly acknowledge the guards by the front entrance and maintain his composure till he reached her bedroom door. Running his hand through his hair he slipped inside the first door, careful not to slam it behind him. Each step had him gripping the railing in effort to prevent him from falling. Reaching the top, he caught sight of her, sitting at her desk, working on the last few letters of the day. Her shoulder length ebony hair framed her face like perfect and he let out a soft sigh upon seeing her. “Cullen?”

“Aye lass,” he began to laugh as he tripped and flopped down on the couch, just making it. “I had to come see you. I missed you.”

Anya laughed and set her quill down, “I see you missed the ale as well. And Rylen by that suddenly Starkhaven accent. Unless you’ve decided to go Avvar on us.” Settling herself upon the couch she guided Cullen’s head into her lap, where she calmly ran her fingers through his hair. “I missed you too.”

Sitting like this for some time they talked, catching up on each others’ daily life before Cullen nodded off in her lap. While he would suffer a hangover come morning, he had to admit it was a good night and he owed Rylen a thank you. Sending a couple kegs with him to the Western Approach he wrote a quick letter, “maybe a few drinks will loosen the girl’s tongue. Unless you really are unlucky. Best wishes with your lass, Cullen.”

A few weeks later he received a message from the Approach. “Ale works every time. Drinks next time we meet. Perhaps your lass can meet mine. Rylen.”

[yourdragonageocs]

It can get rather annoying, can’t it? But she looks great and has good hair! What type of inquisitor is she? What advisor does she typically go along with? Great job!

When everyone keeps saying you’re the herald of andraste but you’re a non believer

[mt07131]

The Inquisitor, Maeve Trevelyan

The youngest daughter of the noble Trevelyan family was no stranger to making her opinions known. Her refusal to adhere to her family’s pious ways eventually forced them to confine her to their keep in Ostwick. When Divine Justinia V announced the Divine Conclave, the Bann and Lady Trevelyan sent their youngest daughter to represent the family, hoping that by attending, she would come to understand the light of Andraste and the Chantry…

[ranawaytothedas]

Okay, original plans were to try and write a one-shot for this commission i got from the super talented @for-lovely-things but alas I just don’t have time this week to write and I didn’t want to hold back on this amazing @ockissweek inspired art (i have been sitting on this for days now). 

I really loved working with @for-lovely-things she captured the silly side of Maeve and Alistair’s relationship sooo well. I just can’t with the cuteness.

I do promise the one-shot that goes with this is started I just have not had the time this week to devote to getting it finished! Hopefully over the weekend <3

**Maeve is not a Trevelyan, please refrain from tagging her as such, if you want to know more about Maeve please visit my blog and take a peek at her OC profile**

[servantofclio]

How about 12, 13, and 14? Please and thank you :D

12. Brainiest VS Brawniest. These are both going to be DA characters: Maeve Surana, tiny elven mage, is the most cerebral and intellectual. I’m giving Simon Trevelyan the nod for brawniest, since he’s a six-foot warrior, although Coran Aeducan would also be a contender.

13. Most forgiving VS Most grudgeful. Most forgiving: Aderyn Hawke is tremendously kind and forgiving almost to a fault. Most grudgeful: Coran Aeducan never forgets a slight.

14. Physical vices (drugs, sex, alcohol) VS Spiritual vices (Lust, wrath, envy). Yikes! This one is tough. Um, Jocelyn Hawke definitely drinks too much, so I’ll name her for physical vices. Spiritual vices, I’ll hand to Alex Shepard and all his not-entirely-repressed anger.

[ohlavellans]

I love my little Magey Maeve Baby :3