#phryne ingellvar

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the dreaded age gap

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emmrichmancers this is the vibe right

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i'm gonna be so normal about emmrich, i promise

(gonna start by making my rook a gilf)

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another little thing of my Rook, Phryne, and her beau-to-be Emmrich

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when your parents aren't mad, just disappointed

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*neck romances the necromancer*

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Phryne Ingellvar, hottest granny in Thedas

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more work on my Rook, Phryne [last name pending] (i really want bioware to give us the faction specific surnames so i can start tagging her properly dfghkj)

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with the faction outfits being out for us to see, i decided to recolor the initial armor/casual designs I made for my Rook, Phryne, to match the Mourn Watch aesthetic more

also now we know the faction surnames, so her name is officially Phryne Ingellvar (now if only I knew how that was pronounced lol)

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still working on my Rook for The Veilguard, this is what I have so far

Species, Gender: Human, Female

Class: Warrior (that Reaper spec sounds appealing...)

Faction: Mourn Watch

Her name is Phryne (originally it was something else, but then I googled that name and found out it's the name of a medication for, uh. stuff. so I changed it lol), last name pending until the game gives us more info on surnames.

I'm picturing her as an older woman in her mid 50s to early 60s, possibly born at the end of the Blessed Age (like around 8:95 Blessed).

And here are some ideas for her aesthetic: armor and casual clothes, plus her face+hair. I was going for a kind of Gibson Girl-esque look with her hair.

More info about her:

She has two adult children that she had early in life, a son and a daughter who are twins. Her son served in the Inquisition and died during the push into the Arbor Wilds. His remains are interred in the Grand Necropolis, and she visits him often. Her daughter has mixed feelings about the Inquisition because of her brother's death, and will likely have mixed feelings on her mom technically working on behalf of the Inquisition.

Both her children had children of their own, so Phryne has grandsons - I'm picturing them being younger, maybe around 10-13 years old. She adores her grandsons and spoils them.

Her role within the Mourn Watch is of course subject to what the game actually tells us, but I imagine she's like a bodyguard for the Mortalitasi when they have to venture out into the world.

As far as romance goes, she's going to romance Emmrich. Her prior romantic entanglements have been flings of passion. I'm excited to see her react to the apparently "intimate and sensual" Emmrich lol.

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practicing digital rendering with my rook, phryne

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I'm too excited about The Veilguard so I wrote a little fic trying to figure out my prospective Rook, Phryne. Tried to keep stuff re: the Mourn Watch vague since I'm sure we'll learn more about them in the game proper. This is mainly just me succumbing to the brainrot lolol

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People often said that the dead looked like they were sleeping. All the tension and worries of the corporeal had vanished, leaving only an expression of peaceful repose.

Phryne had seen her fair share of dead faces – she’d been a mercenary for several years, and besides, she was Nevarran. Death was seeped into their very marrow.

Sometimes, it was true. Other times, she’d look down at see a face twisted with pain, shock, sometimes even sadness. She just never thought it mattered. Who cared what someone’s final expression was? Dead was dead; the mortal soul was gone, and if they found their bodies possessed, then the most expressive the corpse would be was dependent entirely on the spirit doing the possessing.

Now, though. Phryne looked down at her son and wished he looked like he was sleeping.

Rothe’s expression was much like it had been in life; hard and stern, his jaw stubbornly set and eyebrows furrowed as if he were in the middle of an inspection. Even in death, her eldest child was not able to relax, it seemed. She used to tease him for that, wondering how he and his sister had turned out so uptight. He’d always answer, “It’s obvious, Mother: we had to make up for your carefree nature.”

Even when his tone was light, his mouth would twitch into a short approximation of a smile before resuming its usual stoic state. And now, that was the face he would carry into eternity.

Phryne tore her eyes away from her son’s face – his too young face, he was barely thirty, why had she outlived her son – and focused on the rest of him. The Mortalitasi in charge of preparing his body had done a fine job of repairing… the damage. She’d been told his cause of death was a blade to his heart. It would have been quick, or at least quicker than bleeding out or starving or drowning. Small mercies, she supposed.

He was wearing his finest suit, the same he’d worn at his wedding, but with an added red-orange sash and emblem pin denoting the symbol of the Inquisition. His arms were crossed over his stomach, hands resting on the hilt of his trusted blade – it was broken in two when his body arrived from the Arbor Wilds, but Phryne had found a reliable craftsman able to repair it. One could hardly tell it was broken, now.

Rothe had left instructions for the sword. When he was old enough, and if he wanted it, it would go to his son, Quirin. It would be some time before that happened, thought Phryne. Quirin was barely five years old.

Maker. Phryne closed her eyes. Poor Quirin. Still a child, and both his parents gone. His mother was lost to fever just two short years ago, and now his father, lost to a cause halfway around the world. Her daughter, Elke, was going to take him in, raise him alongside her own son, Halig. She’d given Phryne a pointed look when she made that declaration, as if expecting her to argue. Of course, Phryne did not; Elke was a good mother.

Better than Phryne thought she had been, anyway.

A polite cough drew Phryne’s attention away from Rothe’s body. A man around her age was standing in the doorway of the funeral hall. Judging by the staff in his hands, topped with a skull, he was a mage, and he seemed vaguely familiar to her. Perhaps she’d crossed paths with him in the Watch.

“I’m sorry,” he began. “I didn’t realize there were still mourners here.”

Phryne glanced at the candles illuminating Rothe’s still form. They’d nearly burnt to their ends. Had she been there that long? It seemed that just minutes ago, the hall was filled with mourners, Rothe’s friends and acquaintances. Elke and the children had been among the last to leave, but now, it seemed she’d been alone with her thoughts for some time.

“It’s… fine,” Phryne managed to say. She smoothed down her mourning dress and turned away from the corpse. “Are you here to administer his final rites?”

“Yes, but if you need more time…”

“No, thank you.” Phryne managed a weak smile, which the necromancer returned, though his was much more sincere. He was quite handsome, she noted distantly, and if the body on the altar had been anyone’s other than Rothe, she might have said so out loud. As it was, she merely gave her son one last look over her shoulder. “He’s as ready as he’s going to be. Me too, I think.”

The necromancer chuckled kindly. “A relative?”

“My son.”

“Ah. My condolences.”

He stepped forward, joining Phryne at the altar. Shrewd eyes scanned over Rothe’s body. Phryne found herself watching the mage. She was a part of the Mourn Watch, and she suspected he was as well – last rites were typically conducted by Watchers, especially in cases where it was another Watcher’s relatives that had died – though she never saw much of the mages that made up the bulk of the order. Most tended to stay in their studies, talking to skeletons and doing research long into the night.

“Inquisition, hm?” he murmured. “They’ve been doing good work. You must have been proud.”

“I suppose I was.”

“It’s in question?”

“I am proud. But no mother wants to outlive her children.”

He gave a sympathetic nod at that. “True enough. But it’s clear that you loved him. I’m sure his spirit sits well at the Maker’s side.”

“I hope so.”

They then lapsed into a contemplative silence, which Phryne took as her cue.

“I’ll leave you to your work, sir,” she said, straightening her back as if she were in uniform. To her surprise, he waved a hand at her.

“Oh, no, please not ‘sir’. Emmrich is just fine.”

She spared him another smile; this one smaller, still tinged with grief, but genuine nonetheless.

“Emmrich, then. Thank you.”

Emmrich inclined his head towards her, watching as she turned and left the funeral hall. Once she was out of the darkened room, she let out a long breath. Emmrich. The name was familiar, too. Perhaps he was one of the more famous Watchers… which meant, hopefully, that Rothe was in good hands.

Her heart already feeling lighter than it had been for weeks, Phryne started making her way home.

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using the sims 4 build mode as god intended: making rooms for my silly little rpg characters: Rook Edition

idk if Rook gets a room in the Lighthouse (i would assume so) but i thought it would be neat to try and design a hypothetical room for my Rook, Phryne Ingellvar.

She's a well-traveled older lady, having spent some years as a mercenary before she returned to Nevarra to raise her children, so she's got a lot of knick-knacks and trinkets she's collected from all over Thedas.

She's a great lover and patron of the arts, hence all the paintings. I headcanon that one of her lovers was an Orlesian painter who had her pose for a nude, and the artwork that resulted from that is just floating around somewhere in the world lmao.

She also likes to bake, so there's always a supply of cookies/sweets in her room for anyone who swings by to visit.

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so... i may have gone overboard with potential rooks

whoops

(list + details on each below)

Phryne Ingellvar: Human, Female, Mourn Watch, Warrior/Reaper, Emmrich romance

Regen Thorne: Human, Male, Grey Wardens, Rogue/Duelist, Taash or Neve romance

Invictus Mercar: Elf, Male, Shadow Dragons, Rogue/Saboteur, Bellara romance

Bernadette "Birdie" Laidir: Dwarf, Female, Lords of Fortune, Warrior/Slayer, Lucanis romance

Tenet Aldwir: Qunari, Male, Veil Jumpers, Mage/Evoker, Harding romance

Henrietta "Henri" de Riva: Human, Female, Antivan Crows, Mage/Spellblade, Davrin romance