#awolfoflyrium

[lucernimaevaris]

VERY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

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BASICS.

FULL NAME: Maevaris Tilani NICKNAME/S: Mae AGE: Around 31 at start of DA:I (9:40 Dragon) BIRTHDAY: 27th Parvulis, 9:10 ETHNIC GROUP: Tevene (Italian/White for modern) NATIONALITY: Tevinter. LANGUAGE/S: trade tongue, tevene, a smattering of other languages. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic (made complicated by Tevinter’s social views on same-sex relationships) RELATIONSHIP STATUS: widowed CLASS: Altus (Rich) HOMETOWN / AREA: Qarinus, Tevinter. CURRENT HOME: Qarinus/Minrathous. PROFESSION: Magister

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Blonde, wavy (with a tendency to curl) EYES: bright blue. NOSE: straight, dainty. FACE: strong jaw, full cheeks, LIPS: full, luscious, kissable. COMPLEXION: fair, clear, earthy undertones.  BLEMISHES: none (probably tended to with magic to be honest). SCARS: scars across wrists and forearms (especially around wrists after her involuntary stay at Magister Titus’ castle). She has a tendency to glamour them or wear long gloves. TATTOOS: none HEIGHT: 5'8″ WEIGHT: No. BUILD: fit, athletic. Strong upper body from staff practice. Abs!  ALLERGIES: none. USUAL HAIRSTYLE: kept well maintained, curly, short USUAL EXPRESSION: confident, friendly, almost affectionate. USUAL CLOTHING: the finest dresses, with an affinity for shades of blue.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: chains, isolation ASPIRATION/S: fix the imperium, change Tevinter for good. (maybe fix slavery, but there are more important matters in her head) POSITIVE TRAITS: Confident, well spoken, loyal. Compassionate, charismatic NEGATIVE TRAITS: ambitious, prejudiced (more than she cares to admit), vindictive. Overconfident. MBTI: uh ZODIAC: Libra. TEMPERAMENT: ??? SOUL TYPE/S: what? ANIMAL: Dragon VICE/S: drinking, blood magic FAITH: Northern andrastian GHOSTS? yes. AFTERLIFE? yes, as they say in the church. REINCARNATION? no. ALIENS? no. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Uhhh progressive Magister? Tevinter doesn’t exactly have political parties. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: life of luxury or nothing. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: Rich, Altus EDUCATION LEVEL:  Trained at a few circles, and apprenticing under her Father, gaining an education in the Magisterium and how the political system worked (this became useful when she was nearly forbidden from taking his position after his death).

FAMILY.

FATHER: Athanir Tilani, deceased, executed for treason in 9:32 Dragon. MOTHER: Unknown, deceased (Headcanon that she died in childbirth or shortly after) SIBLING/S: None. EXTENDED FAMILY: Varric Tethras, cousin by marriage, a few others that she’s not particularly close to. NAME MEANING/S: unknown HISTORICAL CONNECTION: none.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Poetry books, classic literature, and smut on occasion. MOVIE: Probably something romantic. 5 SONGS: Simple Song - The Shins, Clair de Lune - Claude Debussy, Still Alive - Lisa Miskovsky, Passionflower - Jon Gomm, Fever Dream - Iron & Wine DEITY:  The Maker MONTH: September SEASON: Autumn. PLACE: Her Estate, Minrathous, any sort of party. WEATHER: cool, soft breeze. SOUND: music, chatter SCENT/S: jasmine, lavender, flowers. TASTE/S: wine, fruit, chocolate. FEEL/S: electricity, silk, paper. ANIMAL/S: snakes, cats. NUMBER: 10 COLOR: bright blue, purple, cool colors.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: magic, political maneuvering, lying, BAD AT: not starting debates. wielding a sword. TURN-ONS: strength, wit, curves, beards, people flirting with her TURN-OFFS: immaturity, over-aggressiveness (especially of the sexual nature) HOBBIES: reading, writing, magic. TROPES: AESTHETIC TAGS: ;aesthetic for general aesthetic, ;wardrobe for clothing

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S: self from comics, Jamie Clayton ALT FC/S: OLDER FC/S: YOUNGER FC/S: VOICE CLAIM/S:

[onthesirenscall-blog]

An Apology

The morning sun was harsh in the room, inviting a stabbing pain in Isabela's head. How much had she had to drink? She pulled the pillow over her head, trying to block the light, and the memories of the previous night. <i>Fenris...</i> Shit. She groaned, getting unsteadily to her feet. At least she was already dressed. The pirate stepped across the room and to the door. She hoped she hadn't ruined that...friendship? Relationship? Whatever they had. @awolfoflyrium

[somniari-hawke]

“Ah, good afternoon, messere!” Bodahn looked up from stoking the fire in the estate’s great hall, hearing the door open and Fenris step through. In past weeks the elf had become a pretty regular visitor to the Hawke home, a fact for which Bodahn was grateful, as it kept Elliot occupied. With Carver missing from the house and Leandra often keeping to her room, the mage was often by himself when Fenris was not around; Bodahn didn’t think it was good for him, and made the house tense to boot. 

“You’re here to see Messere Hawke, of course; he’s at the Vicount’s keep dealing with some matter of the estate at present but he should be back soon,” the dwarf said brightly, gesturing the elf inside. “Happy to get you tea or the like while you wait. Oh, and Messere Hawke left something for you on the desk, I believe. For your sword, he said; asked me to mention it if you arrived sooner than expected.”

On the desk was a small box marked with a seal of the Hightown market vendors; inside was a cloth, a whetstone, and a small bottle of metal polish.

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[disenchantryed]

@awolfoflyrium

Anders doesn't know when it happened - when his relationship with Justice changed, when they became so antagonistic, so ready to fight each other, to try to overwhelm each other, when they started working at cross-purposes. He doesn't know... He doesn't know anything.

He angrily strikes a line through his current page, pissed off with his manifesto, with everything he has written; he tears it, then, throwing the pieces of parchment over his shoulder to gather alongside the quickly amassing pile. He hears the door to his clinic open and immediately looks up, ready to assess the injury of the newest visitor to his clinic, but hears a familiar clinking armor sound.

He puts his face in his hands, trying to hide the tiredness in his eyes, the gauntness to his cheeks. "Fenris. I really am not in the mood for bickering today. Is there something you need or can you go kick a puppy instead of harassing me?"

[ximisaari-blog]

                       “i heard wha’ ye SAID out in the courtyard, fenris. ye care tae explain tha’?”

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[ostwickjoker]

awolfoflyrium replied to your post “Eyes narrowing, Fenris crossed his arms over his chest and stared at...”

"I was aiming for the dwarf, and your Seeker was partly to blame for that incident as well. Do not pin that entirely on me."

“I am, of course, loathe to disagree with the Seeker on anything, but nevertheless I must ask -- what did Varric do to warrant the rotten apple treatment?”

[sassy-ass-assassin]

Impossible //Fenris & Zevran

A small smirk quirked on his lips as he spotted that telltale shock of white hair somewhere close to the bar. He had only seen him once before, but really, who had hair that white? A second glance and a few steps closer told him that this really was the elf he had seen in that cave. The elf whose name he had sadly never gotten. That same elf that had not reacted very kindly to his general demenour... or well, his overall presence. That very same elf that looked so breathtakingly handsome and otherworldly. And Zevran fancied beautiful things and rare things and... well, occasionally  hard to get things. And right now he fancied that handsome elf that could glow sometimes with those tattoos of his. He pushed through the crowd until he was standing next to him, leaning onto the bar and giving him a big smile. 

“My, you still look so sour. Have you pulled a muscle or something? Maybe that big sword on your back gives you backpains... I could offer you a back massage, all for free~ I have very skillful hands, you know~”

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[lucernimaevaris]

awolfoflyrium replied to your post:"What would possess you to wear that?" (I don't...

“It is armor covered in spikes. What is there to talk about?”

“It’s just...drab.” She shook her head. “No color, no life to it.”

[loosehisfury-blog]

Flattery will get you everywhere.

   There is a very long and pregnant pause.

   “It’s… impressive…” he pulls a face, lips turning down at the corners, as he grasps for something positive. “… that you can wield a sword taller than you are.”

   The compliment almost stands, too, before he mutters, “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t skewered one of us by accident yet, though.”

[onthesirenscall-blog]

@awolfoflyrium

“Cheating’s practically in the rules, Fenris.” 

[somniari-hawke]

awolfoflyrium replied to your post “shakenwcrld replied to your post “I have taken the liberty of...”

Elliot, your sister is attempting to limit my creativity.

There’s another stack of them in the study if you wish to further express yourself. Leave the ones I’ve scrawled profanity across, though; I find them rather cathartic.

[amageinghawke-blog]

awolfoflyrium replied to your post “With absolutely no warning or indication as to intent, Fenris flung...”

He pulled another apple from his bag and took a large bite, chewing thoughtfully. "I rather enjoy them," he said, shrugging. "But that was amusing."

“I just washed my hair, too.” Not that she cared about it being dirty, but it was sticky. That was not fun. “You must be looking for a fight if you think that’s amusing.” She grinned at Fenris and grabbed a piece of bread and threw it at him in return.

[lucernimaevaris]

awolfoflyrium replied to your post:ABOUT THE MUSE name: Maevaris Tilani nickname(s):...

Magisters burp.

“Lady Magisters do not.”

[onthesirenscall-blog]

awolfoflyrium replied to your post “Fenris glared at the pirate across the table, and then, scowling,...”

"The dwarf is a liar as well," he grumbled, lip curling. "I will draw the line at putting on any of your clothing, so do not even think it."

Isabela let out a shocked gasp. “Oh but you would look darling in my chemise.” She smirked to him, amber eyes watching him as she shuffled again, dealing out another set. “Ready to go again?”

[fortissimusdolor-blog]

The night sky twinkled with thousands of stars and being able to stare up at them was always a sight to behold. Having dragged the elf with him for such an occasion made him almost giddy. To be able to share something to simple yet so beautiful was a treasure in itself. 

He looked over from where he lay to look at Fenris who seemed to be quite sternly looking up at the stars. 

[somniari-hawke]

awolfoflyrium replied to your post “I have decided to live in your library now. There is less dust, and...”

"She cheats," he mutters, curling up on one of the chairs near the fire. "I will catch her in it one day."

Elliot laughs sharply, moving to lean on the back of the chair. His hand drapes over the back of it so his knuckles rest against Fenris’s hair. “Of course she cheats. Is that even a surprise?”