#oc: siona lavellan

[inquisimer]

Happy Friday! For DADWC: ‘Why must I be the one to hide?’ for the characters of your choosing?

happy happy friday <3 dusting off this prompt from who knows how long ago to share a bit of a newish OC who's going to feature in a ~secrit~ project I'm working on uwu

Tamsyn is an elven rogue who lives in Denerim and co-leads the rogue's guild from those side quests in DAO!

for @dadrunkwriting

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Working the Denerim Market is something of a dance, and Tamsyn considers herself an expert.

Mick has taken some more seasoned recruits for a run at one of the vacated estates nearby. Without a Landsmeet convening, most nobles keep only a skeleton crew of servants on staff and most of those have deals with the Guild to look the other way while locks are picked and traps disabled. And the few that don’t—well, sneaking improves much faster when there are stakes to being discovered.

That leaves Tamsyn alone with the freshest bunch of recruits. A little over half the group once belonged to other guilds or freelanced and migrated to Denerim as word of their success spread; the remainder are a motley mix of kids—mostly elves—that Tamsyn herself had scooped off the streets. Left to the gutter by a society that couldn’t be bothered and was just waiting for them to screw up to justify the moral high horse.

They didn’t see what Tamsyn sees. She sees potential.

“The District is primarily human, at least the section we’ll be in today,” she tells them. One of their youngest recruits, a slip of an elfkit, is perched on a stool in front of her, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet as Tamsyn twists her hair into a simple plait. “Humans see pointed ears and expect a servant. Give them what they expect and they won’t waste the effort to look any closer.”

She taps the girl’s shoulder and hands her an apron that matches the one Tamsyn is already wearing. Her own scarred face is a slightly harder sell as a servant, but the day is overcast and the marks carved into her skin are less noticeable without the sun.

The other recruits are similarly dressed and looking an appropriate mix of nervous and excited. Tamsyn passes baskets to each of them in turn.

“The only people that doesn’t apply to are the guards. To shake their suspicion, you’ll need to establish what you’re in the Market to do—browse a shop, ask the stall tender questions, drop the name of your lord or lady. All of these things will legitimize you and like the others, they’ll move on to watching someone more suspicious.”

It isn’t the first time they’ve heard these things, but a bit of a refresher is always a confidence booster. It isn’t the first time she’s taken a batch of recruits on a training run, either. She hands off the last basket and gives each recruit a once over.

“Your picks are showing, Callum,” she says, smiling to ease the correction. The gangly boy flushes red anyway and scrambles to adjust his belt so his lock picks are properly concealed by his billowy tunic. “Good, better. Alright” —Tamsyn clasps her hands in front of her chest— “who wants to review the plan for me?”

“Oo, oo, me!!” Laurel’s pigtail plaits bounce against her shoulders in her eagerness. Tamsyn nods.

“Me and Cal are going ‘round the perimeter—I’m actin’ his servant, so I’ll have both baskets. We’re nabbin’ trinkets, stuff that can be flipped or melted down.”

She pauses and glances up at Tamsyn for approval. When she gets it, her smile multiplies and she continues on, lisping slightly against her teeth. “Rudy an’ Boyd are with you at the middle shops, goin’ after that stuffy bitch who—“

“Laurel!”

“—talks all funny. What?” She looks immediately defensive but relaxes when she sees that Tamsyn’s objection isn’t in anger, but amused surprise. “I heard you tell Mick tha’s what she is!”

“Quite right you are.” Tamsyn reaches out and tugs the end of one of Laurel’s braids. “Finish it off?”

“Oh—right! And Aoife will be under Gorim’s stall in case we need a quick distraction.”

The youngest recruit has donned her apron and now she pouts, folding her arms over her chest and dropping her chin against her chest. “Why must I be the distraction? I wanna do something important.”

Quick as a fennec, Tamsyn drops to one knee. At this angle, with Aoife perched once more on her stool, she has to tilt her chin back slightly to meet the girl’s eyes. She holds out a hand, palm up, for Aoife to trace in the way she knows is comforting.

“Why don’t you think your job is important?”

“I’m just hiding,” she mumbles. “And maybe running. None o’ the special stuff we practiced.”

“That’s true. But it’s still important.” Tamsyn folds her fingers around Aoife’s much smaller hand and squeezes. “I’ve done this a lot, and it’s much easier to be relaxed if I’m sure there’s someone waiting and ready to help us get away safely. And if I’m more relaxed, I’m less likely to get caught.”

Aoife snifles. “Like…me and sissy used to climb the Vhenadahl, but she’d only go really high if Soris was there. Like that?”

“Exactly. And we all have different things we do well, right? Like I’m pretty good at untangling knots. And Boyd is really good at reaching things without a stool.”

Aoife nods.

“So when we work together, we give everybody a job that suits them. Do you know why I asked you to be our distraction?”

She shakes her head and Tamsyn smiles, leaning in like she’s sharing a deep, wise secret. “Because the stall where you’re hiding belongs to a dwarf. So it’s extra short. But you’re small and fast, which means you’re perfect for that job.”

Aoife’s lips part in a perfect, surprised o and then she lights up like candles in a Chantry. “My sissy always told me being small was bad, but this time it’s good!”

“It’s always going to be good,” Tamsyn corrects gently, nicking the end of Aoife’s nose with one finger. “We’ll make sure of it.”

She straightens and grins around at the rough ensemble. “Ready, then?”

A chorus of nods, apprehensive but mostly eager, meet her words.

“Alright. Let’s head out.”

[inverswayart]

gee Hyacinth how come they let you have 2 moms?

so yeah i finally got the design's for all of Hyacinth's parents! Introducing Alim and Neria Surana, the city elves and Siona Varlas Talim way before her the potential Inquisition times

and also Siona in Surana sandwich >:)

[shivunin]

what is the arranged marriage au 👀

WELL

The arranged marriage au is one of my longer unfinished wips (at ~75k currently) and I started writing it around when I started writing Wander the Drifting Roads (so....almost a year ago? geez). Sorry, this is a bit involved, but I don't have a simpler way of explaining lol:

The basic premise is that the second Exalted March on the Dales never happened. So the elves primarily live in extant kingdoms where Dirthavaren and Halamshiral are in the games. The catch is that the reason the March never happened was intervention on the behalf of Elandrin and Adalene (Codex entry here, which you find if you complete the Din'an Hanin area in the Emerald Graves), who were an elf-human couple. Part of the agreement between the elven government and the Chantry is that the compact between them must be renewed roughly every fifty years and one part of the renewal is an arranged marriage between an elf and a human.

That's what the humans know. What the elves know is that Siona, Elandrin's sister (whose murder of Adalene kicks off the massacre of Red Crossing) is held personally responsible for some of those events. Because it is her fault that the elves have to give up one of their own every fifty years, if one of her descendants is eligible they are automatically the candidate even though it's been some six/seven hundred years. In this age, that candidate is Adahlena Lavellan.

So: it is the Dragon Age, and the time has come for the next renewal of the compact. The only thing is...Ferelden barely has a new king, the Chantry is in shambles, Orlais is embroiled in its civil war, and there is just general pandemonium all over Thedas. Why should the elves give up an advantage and let the Chantry have the last say? No, they're gonna make the humans work for it. So they have each faction send an assortment of candidates representing various interests (nobles from the Free Marches, Ferelden, etc. as well as various experts on things they think might appeal) and over the course of several months the elves get to choose which of them will be the other side of the arranged marriage. Cullen, fresh off becoming the Knight-Commander of the Gallows post-DA2, is chosen by Leliana specifically to represent the Chantry.

Basically: I read that codex entry and I immediately thought, okay but what if they weren't star-crossed lovers and they didn't die? and because my brain is the way it is I had to extrapolate: what would the elves be like now if they'd had several hundred years to research their own magic and develop their own science and culture? So I wanted to depict that, but I also like shenanigans. Hence, arranged marriage au with two reluctant participants who grow to respect and gradually care for each other. Also, I love the OC I made for it---a grumpy gardener who has Trauma relating to Tranquility---and I really really need to finish it for Adahlena's sake if nothing else.

It's one of those things that I really, really want to finish, have so many good ideas for...and when I sit down to write, poof! All gone.

[shannaraisles]

Two Times Hawke - notes that I might actually do something with

Modern AU for Dragon Age (obviously)

Poppy's LI is definitely Cullen (they went through too much in Marcher Fields for me to separate them in an AU!). Likely another secret relationship, but more because if it was made public it might affect both their public reputations - mostly his, since he is a very private, popular actor (in the words of @kagetsukai, think of Tom Hiddleston in terms of popularity and privacy).

Alex is still pining after Isabela in this AU, but he probably gets laid more than he did in the last outing he got! I can see him and Isabela having a more open relationship, especially since she is clearly in a band of her own and they don't get a huge amount of time to annoy each other in proximity, which would work for them.

Bethany has a failed marriage to Sebastian (journalist) behind her, and is apparently beginning to explore a relationship with Josephine Montilyet (civil rights lawyer), which I love for her and hate for me, because I have zero faith in my ability to write these two ladies in a relationship in canon much less in alternate universe, but yay!

Carver has been pining silently after Merrill (independent artist) for several years, never working up enough courage to actually do anything about it. In an attempt to make her notice him, he ropes a friend (OC - Siona Lavellan) into trying to make Merrill jealous, and sort of accidentally falls in love with her without realising it until she breaks it all off and stops talking to him because he's a butt-head.

Roni used to be part of a band called The Grey Wardens when she was in her late teens, early twenties, who broke up when the older members of the band decided they wanted to explore other artistic avenues. She stayed friendly with some of the band, but has recently got back in contact with Riordan, who is starting to make music again.

Trying to decide what of this I want to write. Might throw a prompt list up to see if anyone bites.

Thoughts?

[aly-the-writer]

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: non-inquisitor Lavellan/Cole

Siona Lavellan doesn’t surprise him when she climbs up to join him on the broken section of the wall. He’d felt her thoughts coming closer for a little while, and the way that they’d twisted just a little bit in worry – was something wrong? Did someone hurt him? Is he lonely outside the Fade? – but she still doesn’t say anything as she sits beside him.

Her shoulders relax a little as she notices the broken loaf of bread beside him and the birds on the part of the wall below her.

“Hmm,” she hums softly – putting it together.

She prefers animals to people but she can heal with her magic, so she heals.

She knows of the soldier who waits for winter. One of the tangles of pain and worry caught up and pushed aside in her mind loosens a little – if the soldier can hang onto life a little longer the healing might take, and the birds help him find the strength to do that.

Cole smiles a little to himself and dips his head to look at her from the corner of his eye.

Her hair’s tied back in a braid. She’s got hay in it from helping with the horses. No, probably not the horses. There’s a stubborn old dracolisk which doesn’t like people very much but does like her. She was probably taking care of it when she saw him up here.

They’re close enough he can easily see the dusting of freckles on her though they aren’t much darker than the tan of her skin. The violet tattoo that delicately paints across her forehead and chin look like the halla she used to help tend. She’s dressed for working in the stables too, not the sterile robes of a healer.

She notices him looking and smiles to him.

It’s still strange to let her see.

It’s hard not to be seen by the Inquisitor. His magic makes the Fade more real on this side, makes Cole more real too. The way he watches for Cole too. And the other brother is not very good with people, he likes Cole and is friendly but it is hard for him to talk to people sometimes and so sometimes it hurts less when his eyes pass over Cole instead. When he can’t be seen there’s no tangling worries of manners and how to soften a tongue like broken glass.

Siona had trouble remembering him too – at first.

She’d gotten mad when she realized that he’d made her forget his help. With Snappy. With the injured soldiers.

Then she’d worked to remember him. Talked to Solas and practiced new magic that made her nose itch to learn it.

To teach herself how to be his friend. So he wouldn’t be alone without anyone to help him either when he was done helping others’ hurts.

It…he’s not sure how to feel about more people remembering him, seeing him. He can’t help the Inquisitor and his allies - they care, they want to see him, except, maybe, Sera and she is just scared no matter what – but Siona isn’t like them.

She isn’t a fighter. The times she’s killed still hurt her in ways that have faded for the others. Even the deaths that were needed – bandits, Venatori, Red Templars – she can’t help but wonder if there was a way to fix their pain so that it didn’t spread. Her brothers don’t think like that, hardly anyone in Skyhold does.

“You have a nice smile,” she tells him, there’s more green than yellow in her eyes when she’s happy.

“I do?” he touches his lips – he hadn’t known he was. He doesn’t usually. It’s…expressions are hard, almost as hard as understanding the feelings that he has instead of just being them. Sometimes his face makes them without him knowing though, and sometimes when he tries to make them they just aren’t right.

“You do,” she nods, turning her eyes back to the birds and shifting a little, to spread her legs out in front of her and her shoulder brushes his.

“I like yours too.” He smiles, though he still dips his hat a little, embarrassed when she looks back at him.

Hesitantly she moves her fingers to brush against his, and then entangles them together. Warm and solid. There. Both of them are real.

The morning sun is higher and the bread and the birds have gone when she sighs softly and lets go of his hand – he didn’t need to be able to feel it to know that she was reluctant to do so.

“I have to go – but I will see you later, Cole,” she smiles to him – there’s a determination there. A promise. For her there is no way to ask how she knows.

He smiles back too, “Probably.”

She waves to him once she’s crossed the broken part of the wall before she leaves at a run – Stitches promised to teach her his poultice recipe if she helps mix potions for the Chargers today. His recipe works better than the one that the Keeper taught her.

[tuuliivanovas]

1, 11, and 18 for the OC ask? :D

1. Origins! How did you come up with the concept for your OC?

Ooh, Tuuli is good for this one! I was coming to an already established campaign so my oc went through a few drafts. Tuuli was originally a rogue air genasi and then a tiefling monk named Asa before she became Tuuli. I consolidated what I wanted aesthetically (horns) and worked them in. I also wanted to play a magic user cleric rather than a fighter so I built her to be very soft and social. She has these cute little hair buns that look like horns and are reminiscent of Venetian courtesans. So she is a social-climbing courtesan that got thrown into a different plane of existence.

11. Is there a place they go to in order to escape the world, the stresses of life? What’s their favourite place?

I pick Siona for this one since Skyhold really became her home. She L O V E S her chambers in the highest tower of the castle. It's far enough away from all her responsibilities and surrounded by nature.

18. Do they have a guilty conscience? Why? Did they ever do something they totally regretted?

Poor Cordelia...She is stuck in a horrible political situation. After the events with the sarcophagus, she sided with Strauss after saw LaCroix was mad and there weren't many other Tremere in her la. The anarchs viewed her as an oddity since nines didn't house the can within his faction. She's learning that Tremere chantry is more cutthroat than most and wished she chose no faction, but alas she's stuck and cursed.

[thevikingwoman]

I’m back I’m so sorry. But •What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves? (I can’t remember the number now...A 16 maybe?) But for Branwen, Iwyn and their parents?

thank you Bear

A. 17.  What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?

Branwen Lavellan

Branwen is easy. It was when Deshanna told him she wanted to retire, and that she was confident that he was ready to be Keeper. Now, it’s not normal for Keeper’s to retire, but after Clan Lavellan’s involvement with Wycome, things were a little different. So Branwen was very young (in his late 20s I think) when he became Keeper, and he was very proud. He was also humbled, because for all his yearning to prove that he is the Best Ever, he didn’t expect others to see it. It was a sobering moment, and his reflection proved Deshanna right - he was ready. 

Tawen Lavellan

As a young hunter, Tawen brought down a white stag while the Clan was at an Arlathvhen. Many people had seen the stag, and tried to hunt it without success. Tawen was succesful, and it did earn him his valleslin. He was quite proud of himself - too proud he would say, but he would still be very happy to tell the tale :)

Siona Lavellan

The moment she thinks of as her best, was when she moved away from her own clan to marry Tawen. Clan Lavellan is a clan where most members have some form or magic - maybe not enough to mages, but just a little. Siona’s parents were both mages, and her grandmother was the Keeper. She always felt a little envious of mages, and a little bit like a failure, not having magic like her parents. Moving to a clan where almost everyone has magic, and she has none, felt like a big leap, she was worried she would be looked down upon, but she decided to take a chance. Luckily she found friends and had no trouble moving to Tawen’s clan. 

Iwyn Lavellan

This is tricky. Iwyn has a lot of pride, but she doesn’t feel proud of herself as such. She does have a lot of moments she feel like she handled herself well, many things during the Inquisition and beyond. If she ever manages to give the elves some power in the Dales, she would be very proud!

that said, I think she is probably proud of how she handled Solas leaving? Right after the battle with Corypheus, she mostly wanted some time alone, to get her thoughts in order. But she went to the party and celebrated and felt good, even if she was very upset and confused. Background: when I was playing the game, I read a spoiler that Solas would break off the relationship, and this would lock the romance - I was waiting for the romance lock and worried I’d messed up - but I was not spoiled beyond that. So when he later tells you ���everything will be clear later’ I thought he would re-engage the romance after the final battle. HAHAHA. yeah. what a fool I am. So naturally Iwyn thought the same - she accepted he broke things off, but only because he promised he would talk later. She was sure he would reconsider the relationship now Cory was dead. She was devastated when he just ran off. 

She had to take some pretty deep breaths to go to that party and put a big smile on her face. But she managed. 

Ask me OC Asks!

[aly-the-writer]

Hey! Hey! Hey! @hoehoehoelt borrowed my characters for a ficlet and did a fantastic job!!!

Happiness Only Lasts So Long...

A fic inspired by @aly-the-writer ! Get ready y’all!!! I might have to split this up into a couple parts too, so if you enjoyed this, then I hope you wish to stick around for the rest!

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Pairing: Adair Lavellan x Mahanon Lavellan

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Haleir grinned as he entered the Dalish camp, waving to a few of those he knew as he made his way to the Keepers Aravel, where he knew his brother would most likely be, probably studying away at this time with Adair and Siona. The three of them were generally pretty quiet. At least, a lot quieter than he was, so he never really considered the possibility of one of them being missing as he made his way over. He peeked his head inside the curtain first, looking to see who was around currently before proceeding with his plan to announce himself. Loudly.

He only say his twin and little sister there, so he walked in, before yelling loudly.

‘’Yo, bro! Siona! Good to see you!’’

He grinned in glee as his siblings subsequently jumped at the sound of his voice, before Taralyn turned around slightly to glare at him, and Siona stood up, throwing herself at him as she giggled.

‘’Hal! Look Tara, Hal’s home!’’

Hal chuckled quietly, reaching down to stroke his sisters hair, whilst looking at Taralyn to start up a conversation.

‘’What, not excited to see me? You wound me, brother.’’Taralyn didn’t answer straight away. Instead he looked back down at his book, before muttering his reply.

‘’It’s…Nice to see you…’’

Haleir accepted that that was all he was going to get out of his brother, and he pried Siona off of him gently, before looking around. Even if it was already obvious who wasn’t here.

‘’Where’s Adair? We practically raised the kid ourselves. He could at least come say hi.’’

Hal thought it was odd that the teenager wasn’t with them. Despite the reprimanding he often got from Tara, who truly did care about him, just didn’t know how to show it, he barely left their sides. It had been like that since the first day the pale elf had been brought to camp, bloody and unconscious. The twins had been thirteen at the time, and Siona only six.

Taralyn snorted. Haleir didn’t understand why. It was like he was almost…Amused?

‘’I’m not surprised you didn’t see him. You know Mahanon? Dalia’s kid? They’ve been growing close for a while, Adair and Mahanon, that is. They-’’

‘’Addie’s got a booooyfriiiiiend~!’’

Siona cut in then, and it made sense. That did explain why he wasn’t with them. He recalled Adair and Mahanon becoming something akin to friends as children, but he never thought it would go any further than that. Now they were courting? That was a twist in the tale that Hal hadn’t been expecting. Still, he was happy that Adair had found somebody at last to love, and he smirked to himself. This was the perfect time to go seek out the young couple, and perhaps ‘’subtly’’ warn Mahanon that if he ever did anything to hurt Adair, he would rise him from the dead just to kick his ass himself.

Just as he left the aravel to go do that though, he saw the two of them pass. They were walking through camp, holding hands and talking. Mahanon must have said something funny, as Adair brought his hand up to his mouth to cover his laugh. Mahanon wouldn’t have that though, and stopped walking long enough to pull Adair’s hand away, before using his free hand to tuck a piece of the smaller elf’ hairs startlingly white hair behind his ear. He also leaned forward to press a kiss to the pale elf’s cheek, and Hal had to stop himself from bursting out laughing right then and there from the shade of red Adair turned. He did have to smile at how sappy it looked however. Adair seemed to be smiling a lot more than he ever did growing up, despite his best attempts to show that his past hadn’t affected him as much as it really did. And Hal was grateful to Mahanon for that. He just hoped Mahanon would never break the young elf’s heart. Which reminded him. He would definitely need to have a word with Mahanon regarding that. For now though, he was content to let the couple be, and watch from the sidelines…

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First part done! Next up is how Taralyn feels, then Adair, then the really angsty stuff happens..Ohohoho.

[hawkesvarric]

ok ok ok so I restructured my DAI oc’s (again. i’m never happy w them lol) and I think I’ve got it all figured out finally. plus some world-states so whee!!

Margot Trevelyan, warrior, romances Sera (she’s Baby so I legally can’t change her or make her uncanon at this point even tho I do think Sera is so cute w Cadash or Adaar ;n;)

Helene Trevelyan, mage, romances Blackwall 

Herah Adaar, mage, romances Josephine

Dhaveira Lavellan, rogue, romances Iron Bull

Edric Cadash, rogue, romances Dorian (that’s right BABY he’s back! and this time he’s gay! I missed my dwarf son)

As far as world-states go:

CANON - Shaene Tabris, Tatiana Hawke, Margot Trevelyan

Daylen Amell, Arista Hawke, Dhaveira Lavellan

Pola Brosca, Gabriel Hawke, Herah Adaar

Wesley Cousland, Fenris romance Hawke??, Edric Cadash

Siona Mahariel, Anders romance Hawke??, Helene Trevelyan

[thatdreadbitch]

92. What was their childhood like?

Since no Oc was specified I’ll do it for as many ocs as i can think of right now, I’m considering their lives up until the age of 13 years for childhood.

Velatha Lavellan: Before she was captured by templars you would struggle to find a happier kid. Even before her magic manifested she would play with the wisps that appeared to her and spend time exploring the dragon caves with her family.  After she wandered into a templar ambush when she was 9 and was taken to the Kirkwall Circle of Magi, her life became a waking nightmare

Ciara Mahariel: Ciara’s childhood was lonely as most of the clan saw her as just the orphaned daughter of the previous keeper. Her only friends were Tamlen and Merrill as she grew up  studying her people’s history rather than making friends since for a while everyone expected her to inherit her parents’ gifts of magic though she would often sneak off to hunt with the others. When she wasn't studying you would have a hard time finding a bigger troublemaker though. 

Methra Siona: Methra was raised by a single mother who was still learning her way around the world. As her mother worked as a servant for many houses in Orlais they moved around every few years so Methra didn't get to make many friends. She also grew up knowing how to defend herself with a dagger or common knives. When she was 12 years old her magic manifested when some city guards tried to attack her and her mother while they were walking home to the Alienage. She killed both the guards with an accidental lightning spell. Her mother barely had time to say goodbye before taking her to the Dalish to escape the templars that would come after them when the bodies were discovered the next day. 

[inverswayart]

i won't be able to play veilguard for who knows how long (my pc simply can't run it) so it seems like i'll be diving into earlier games instead

also i somehow amassed a shitton of ocs and so i might as well just post stuff about them. so here's all other guys who might become Inquisitors!

from left to right - Oda and Renata Trevelyan (Lambert's older and eldest sisters), Hissera and Merit Adaar (aunt and niece with some other extended family), Siona Varlas (not part of clan Lavellan but still went to Conclave as their representative), Ellas and Harea Telmarona Lavellan (the twin babies of the bunch at literal 19 y.o. each), Flint "Cadash" (got adopted into family from the Dusttown and never became a part of it proper) and Almaz Cadash (enforcer and problem solver oh her way to get rid of Flint)

fun fact - i had so much fun coming up with all of them that in Lambert's worldstate i decided to keep them all alive so they can hang out in the background while Lambert has to be the protagonist (except for Oda who tries to kill him in the interim between Corypheus' death and Tresspasser because she is a terrible little fanatic <3)

[lyrium-lavellan]

OC Introduction - Ashann Lavellan

One for my favorite dude using the template by @slothssassin !

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Role: Inquisitor

Class: Rogue / Ranged

Specialisation: Artificer

Basics

Full Name: Ashann Lavellan

Nickname(s): Ash, Loverboy

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay

Occupation and Titles: Inquisitor

Birthday: 9 Wintermarch, 9:15 Dragon(26 years old at the Conclave)

Physical Description: 6′ tall, very slim build with mostly lean muscle, dark brown hair, blue-green eyes, light skin with warm, pinkish undertones. Dark, mild blue vallaslin(simplified Mythal design).

Clothing Style: Practical cotton or linen shirts and cropped pants, armor, Dalish leathers and no shoes. He dresses in mostly darker, natural tones, with an occasional splash of red, yellow or purple.

Background

Born into Clan Lavellan, Ashann was a happy child. He quickly became a skilled hunter and protector, defending the clan from numerous threats. His life was relatively uneventful before the Conclave, except for some strife during his teenage years as he struggled to accept his sexuality. 

Ash took the shock of his new role better than expected. He melded well with the humans, and quickly befriended the entire Inquisition. Before long, he was well-loved, respected, and had a reputation for wit, charm and generosity. 

This unending good attitude was taxing on him, though. He turned to Josephine to help him keep his façade up, and took quite a few lessons(more than he’d like to admit) from her on diplomacy and court etiquette before heading to the Winter Palace, where he promptly charmed the entire Orlesian court into submission.

During this time, he’d begun a relationship with Dorian. He was hesitant at first - not because Dorian was a mage, or from Tevinter, but because he didn’t hope for more. He never thought he could have an actual loving relationship, rather than just a one-night fling. As time went on, Ash started to have deeper feelings for Dorian. It frightened him at first - he’d never felt as strong a connection to anyone else. But with Dorian, well... Everything else, the entire world, melted away. It was just them.

So, their relationship gradually became more serious, exclusive, and much more sappy and romantic. Needless to say, they are a power couple for the ages. They defeated Corypheus together, how could they not be.

As the Exalted Council drew to a close, Ashann chose to disband the Inquisition and keep fighting behind the scenes. There were more pressing matters to attend to in his life and mind, which required some amount of subterfuge and secrecy. 

Chief among them is Dorian’s endeavor to reform the magisterium and by extent, the Imperium itself. Ashann thought this an important endeavor, and while he can’t stay with Dorian in Minrathous, he occasionally visits(traveling from his estate in Kirkwall). He enjoys a mostly quiet life, managing a large network of spies, smugglers and informants while he sips on expensive wine and continues to scandalize high society with his pointy ears and illustrious presence. He wouldn’t miss his favorite pastime for anything.

Combat & Skills

Preferred Fighting Style: He usually fights from a distance with his bow, preferring to get to high ground and strike and kill enemies before they even know what hit them.

Favorite Weapon: His bow, but he can pick up a sword if needed.

Magical Abilities: None, other than the Anchor.

Special Skills: His ridiculous charm. 

Relationships

Family: Clan Lavellan. His parents, obviously. He has a younger sister, Siona, that he keeps in regular contact with and whom eventually comes to live with him, and maintain his estate while he’s visiting Dorian.

Love Interest: Dorian!

Best Friends: Dorian, Varric, Josephine, Vivienne, Iron Bull, Solas

Personality

Positive Traits: Charming, Persistent, Dedicated

Negative Traits: Anxious, with Crippling Self-Doubt and Self-Hatred

Likes: Sipping wine in the tavern, the market at Val Royeaux, the concept of facial hair.

Dislikes: Bad manners, Orlesians, people assuming he’s like other elves

Fears: Rejection, Hopeless Love, Being Vulnerable

Guilty Pleasure: Sleeping in

Hobbies: Running a small spy network under Leliana’s tutelage, entertaining diplomats and nobles, meticulously maintaining Skyhold’s garden and planting plenty of rose bushes.

[aly-the-writer]

"Fight me, you attractive stranger" for Taralyn and Dorian

Nonnie!!!!! THANK YOU! :D This was a lot of fun to write, even if I went with an entirely self-indulgent ‘Dales Never Fell’ AU. Slight grammatical adjustments to the prompt for Tara’s personality but I had fun writing this. ^^

Dorian Pavus, Altus of the TevinterImperium, heir to his father’s seat on the Magisterium and all around socialpariah in his homeland was perhaps not overly surprised to find that theposition of Ambassador to the Dales was not one that earned him much love amongthe Dalish people.

The Dales were a prickly, fiercelyindependent nation remarkable for their free and independent elven population. Their relationshipwith his homeland was also…poor, to say the least.

Not that the Dales seemed keen on gettingalong with their neighbors either.

Although, since the Blight Ferelden’sKing Cailan though had begun to build a true friendship with the country thatlay between his fertile kingdom (famed both for its rich lands and dogs) andthe ever hungry Empire of Orlais whose conflicts with the Dales had ignitednearly as frequently as those between the Imperium and the Qun.

Currently his tour-guide waspointing out where the Andrastian Chantry for the city stood, though he wouldhave recognized it for the Sunburst banners and silver-clad knights without heraid.

“We accepted many refugees fromFerelden ten years ago, and more recently have taken in mages fleeing from theTemplar-Mage conflicts. They needed a place for their Maker.”

“Oh?” he tried to sound interested.

Truthfully he would have ratherbeen back home studying magic – or, preferably, the bottom of a wine bottle –his recent affair with one of the Archon’s grandsons had garnered quite a bitof attention back home and so he’d been shipped off to allow the scandal of itto die down and – it was his father’s hope – for the Archon to forget aboutsending assassins.

If not he would have preferred tostay in the rooms that he had been granted the use of during his stay, notfetched out into the bright, colorful marketplace for a walk with thefriendliest elf he’d met during his stay so far.

A low explosion – that clearlyrecognizable as a mana discharge – followed by shouts and jeering in the elvenlanguage. Cheering? An explosion?

Siona cast him a sidelong look,catching his confusion in the furrowing of his brows, and laughed a bit.

“It’s the training rings,” sheexplained, catching his sleeve and weaving through the crowd so they had a goodview of a fence-ringed pit, Dorian tugged after her.

They arrived to see a red hairedelf dump a human on his backside in the mud then offer him a hand up afterextracting his yield with a shimmering blade held at his throat. There was a friendlyexchange before the human climbed back out of the fighting pit to the knot ofblue-and-silver uniforms.

One of the green clad warriorscalled something down to the red head who raised a brow and gestured for thecaller to join him in the ring. The sides of the mud-filled pit were set a goodtwelve feet into the earth – the sides scarred with magic and showing why a training ring had been carved outof the earth rather than simply having a fence constructed around it.

He could see several simpler fencesstanding empty in the area. Those who would usually have been using them amongthe on-lookers for the mage’s sparring sessions.

“He seems rather…stiff,” Dorian murmured,examining the red head. A staff in one hand and an empty hilt in the other – a knight-enchanter,given the mess of mud that they were fighting in it wasn’t really a surprisethat those who were competing hadstripped down to just their trousers in favor of avoiding scouring mud from theelegant looking armor of their respective orders. (It was a view that Doriancould definitely appreciate if nothing else.)

He vaguely remembered meeting thered head before - during one of the previous tours he’d been dragged along bySiona on – to the University that time. The red head had not been wearing armorthen either, instead had been half buried in his tomes and glaring when they’dmade too much noise in the library.

Siona laughed a little, “He does has that reputation. He’s one ofthe best Fade Hunters in the Dales though.”

Green eyes locked on Dorian and ahead tilted to the side, long red locks loose from his previous matches fallinginto his face. A slow assessment traced over Dorian and he called up to Siona in elven. (Dorian would have to convince someone to give him lessons eventually, wouldn’t he?)

She rolled her eyes and calledsomething back.

The red head shrugged beforelooking to Dorian again. His Trade was accented heavily, but there was a glintto his eye that showed despite his straight face that the warrior was perhapsnot quite as stiff or stern as Dorian’sfirst impressions.

“Fight me,” he challenged, gesturing for Dorian to join him, “You –the attractive stranger.”

[tuuliivanovas]

I'm really making siona worse in 2022 😅 baby girl is a murder elf

[thevikingwoman]

I really want to develop Iwyn’s and Branwen’s parents, Siona and Tawen.

Please send me some asks from list or make up your own questions.

Character solidifying!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

[thevikingwoman]

Cinnamon Roll meme

Tagged by @galadrieljones @buttsonthebeach @katalyna-rose  @empresstress13

Thanks for tags everyone!! I 

Looks like a Cinnamon Roll but can actually kill you:  Tawen Lavellan. (Iwyn’s dad) He might look like he is a few years shy of retirement, but he still a Master Hunter. 

Looks like a Cinnamon Roll and is a Cinnamon Roll: Branwen Lavellan. (Iwyn’s little brother). He looks sweet, and he is. Though he has a temper, and knows offensive magic, he isn’t really cut out for war. 

Looks like they can kill you but is actually a Cinnamon Roll: Siona Lavellan. (Iwyn’s mom). She looks hard, in a way, but really she just want to share some food and a joke. Edit: Max Trevelyan. Don’t let the heavy armor fool you. 

Looks like they can kill you and can kill you: Iwyn Lavellan. I mean she would prefer not to? But she will, if necessary. 

Sinnamon Roll: Iwyn Lavellan. No comments.

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