#jowan oc

[inhurtandincomfort]

For the Comfort My OCs Ask Game!

💤- A pleasant dream to Eldwin 🌲 - A day outside to Kieran post-capture 🪀 - A stress or fidget toy to Jowan 💰 - A shopping day to Ancassiuss

💤- A pleasant dream to Eldwin

Did that one here!

🌲 - A day outside to Kieran post-capture

Kieran closed his eyes. Warm sunlight soaked into his skin. It seemed like forever since he'd felt the sun.

It was… spring, now. Or summer. He wasn't sure. A gentle river ran through the forest feeding into a lake nearby. A pleasant breeze brushed through towering trees, ruffling branches hundreds of feet in the air. Fresh air was heavenly after being cooped in that musty basement, and the sunrays felt like a blessing. He clung to that feeling, let it revitalise him. There was a life awaiting him outside. He just had to be patient.

"We should head back," Heather commented, her gaze surveying the woodland. There was no one around for miles. No one ever came there. "He'll be home soon."

"A little longer." He couldn't bear to tear himself away just yet. It was too soon. It was always too soon. "Please."

A collar weighed heavy upon his neck. Her fingers hovered over a controller for a second, before she sighed. She stared into the distance. "Five more minutes. That's all."

🪀 - A stress or fidget toy to Jowan

"Stop fidgeting."

"Don't do that."

"Stop that tapping!"

"Can't you ever just sit still!?"

The beads twirled between his fingers. Wrapping around, looping over, flipping between in an expert manner. Large beads at either end of a string. One hand deftly worked the simple toy performing increasingly complex tricks. Up, sling, roll. With his free hand he turned a page. Endless fields passed by the window.

"Pay attention."

"Am I boring you?"

"What are you doing?"

Jowan glanced up. Thirteen leaned his head against the glass, but his eyes were on Jowan, or more specifically, the string in his hand.

"Ah, am I bothering you? Sorry, I'll stop."

"Don't." When Jowan met his gaze, Thirteen looked away, staring back out the window. "I was just curious, is all."

Oh, I see, Jowan thought in amusement. Thirteen had been content to watch the scenery for awhile, but it had been a long journey. No wonder he was getting bored.

"It's called Begleri. It gives me something to passively do while I work on other things." He flipped the beads in a series of impressive spins that had taken hours of practice. He stopped, grasping them tightly. "Do you want to try?"

For a moment he thought Thirteen was going to ignore him. Then he held out his hand expectantly. "How hard can it be?"

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.

.

"Why is this so impossible!?" Thirteen scowled at the toy hanging loosely from his fingers. "Here, take it back."

He tossed them flippantly toward Jowan who easily caught them, wasting no time getting back into his routine. "It just takes practice."

Thirteen folded his arms and leaned back in his seat, stubbornly fixated on the window again. "You make it look so easy." He grumbled. Was he pouting?

"Here, try this."

Jowan held the beads in confusion. A single string with a large bead on each side… "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"It's a game from Xluvia. You can learn some really cool tricks with it. It's called Begleri." She picked up another set to demonstrate. She swung them around in a series of rapid movements he couldn't keep track of. She giggled when he tried to replicate, and failed miserably. His cheeks grew hot and he handed the string back to her, but she shook her head.

"I wasn't laughing at you! I wasn't an expert from the moment I picked it up, you know. Here, start with something easier," she said, taking his hand in her own. "Look, hold it like this…"

"I've been doing this for years. It wasn't always so easy." Jowan hesitated. He didn't know if Thirteen would appreciate the offer, but… "Seeing as you're stuck in the lab a lot anyway, I could teach you properly, if you'd like. If nothing else it's something to do. Oh, you don't have to though…"

Thirteen looked back at him. Surprise flashed across his face before it was masked with nonchalance. "Sure, whatever. Fuck all else to do down there anyway."

Jowan smiled softly, and their journey continued in comfortable silence. Loop, flip, swing. It was second nature to him, now. Stern voices still nagged in the back of his mind, but it was getting easier to ignore them. Swing. Flip. Catch.

Thank you, Thaleia.

💰 - A shopping day to Ancassiuss

"Thirteen rics."

"Thirteen!? It was seven last time! Yswenna, you wouldn't be trying to swindle me would you?"

"Times are changin', doll." Yswenna propped her elbow on the counter, resting her chin on her hand. Black rings adorned her fingers, and deep sea hair draped her shoulders. "These resources aren't so abundant anymore. Supply and demand, you see?"

"Aren't I your biggest demand? Couldn't you cut me a deal?"

"Are you saying you can't afford thirteen rics?" A coy smile danced on her lips.

"I'm saying, I'm your most loyal customer," Ancassius drawled, idly twirling his coin purse. "Don't I deserve some special treatment?"

She hummed, a twinkle in her dark eyes. "I'll do twelve."

"You'll do eight."

"Eleven."

"Nine."

"Twenty."

"Wait what?"

She laughed, showing a glimpse of her shark-like teeth. "Let's make it ten, for my most loyal customer. "

"Done!" Ancassius threw ten shiny coins on the counter, and snatched up a box. She watched his every move like a hawk stalking its prey.

"You know, it doesn't take long to whip up. If you bring some ingredients next time, I can make it for you in a flash. And you can keep your low price."

He flashed her a grin. "Where would be the fun in that?"

—-

"Captain!" Moira called in a muffled voice, waving one arm for his attention. The other arm was laden with dozens of goods perched in a precarious pile. She had a lollipop stick in her mouth.

"You've been busy," Ancassius remarked, meeting her where she stood by a market stall.

"This place is great! I've never been able to buy things before!" She swivelled her lollipop, eyes bright with childish glee.

"Did you get everything you need?"

"Almost. I just need one teensy-weensy little thing," she said sweetly. And here we go. "Can you lend me some more money?"

Ancassius' hand twitched at his side as he resisted the urge to bury his face in it. "Moira…"

"Just a little! I'll pay you back, I swear it!" She vowed, "Or I'll cut out my tongue so that I may never swear again!"

"Please don't do that."

"Just one thing! I've already kept the Madam long enough." She gestured to the stall owner, an older woman with stern lines on her face. She gave them both a dirty look.

Saints help me. "…What is it?"

Moira snatched something off the stall and shoved it in his face. "Look at it, isn't it adorable?"

It was… a rat. More specifically, it was the crooked shape of a rat the made from wool, bigger than her head with large teeth and beady black eyes. It was not, by any stretch of the imagination, 'adorable.' In fact, adorable would be the last word Ancassius would use to describe it.

"It's… something."

"I need it."

"No, you don't need it."

"I do."

"You don't."

"Please?"

___

"We need to teach you some financial management."

[melpomenelamusa]

Taking advantage of the inspiration, I took the opportunity to draw these little pictures of Eldwin and Jowan from @inhurtandincomfort 's Forsaken story.

I love them so much!!! 💚��

[inhurtandincomfort]

asdfghjk yeah that about sums it up 😭

[ID. A drawing of a character saying "I'm not []" while an arrow points to him and labels him as []. The original text has been partially erased and a picrew of Jowan has been slapped on top of the original face. The text now reads: "I'm not traumatized (traumatized)". End ID.]

@inhurtandincomfort im sorry i had to

[sky-fire-forever]

Getting into trouble.

Thank you to @sadmages for this lovely art I commissioned of Jowan with my OC, Eluvia Amell (she/her) as they read a book on forbidden magic!

[cullenakingirog]

This is why Zev is forbidden from solo babysitting duty

Jowan ends up having a subconscious fear of the kitchen lol

Interested in commissioning me? Click the source! 💗

[whisperingdusk]

Forgive Yourself.

This one has been in the WIP’s since I played Dragon Age Origins two years ago, of my warden Seren Surana meeting the illusion of Jowan in her trials in the Temple of Sacred Ashes, filled with grief for the friend she failed. With Dragon Age 4 just around the corner, now is the time for my DAO character to start flooding my brain, of course. Returning Dragon Age fans, it’s good to see you all!

[dewdlepies]

I decided to doodle some PAIN today When I met Jowan (Mage Origin), he struck me as such a sad boy that he HAD to play a key role in Mika's life.

As I played, I read Jowan as very emotionally manipulative and self serving, though his cowardice and half assed plans ruin him in the end.

Mika starts as a 'surrogate' for Lily, so Jowan can have his cake and eat it too. It's much easier for two men to be alone together without raising suspicion. (just guys being bros)

Poor Mika.

[arcademyth]

made another body type headcanon guide, this time for my BG3 ocs + their partners

[oldowlshollow]

my 2nd origin warden, elias amell, with his bestie jowan. elias has a big fat crush on him but it's unrequited because i live for angst lol

commission / kofi

[lordgoretash]

HELLO HAPPY FRIDAY

Please accept ❛ nothing holds, and all things change, given time. ❜ for Hector? I'm fascinated by Hector I want to know everything about this oc. (Am I considering making Hector friends with my oc only in the privacy of my mind? Yes I am. I'm so sorry)

(That's the best compliment one of my OCs could get!)

Hector and a very recently Tranquil!Jowan, set after Redcliffe and Broken Circle, but still during Origins. Prompt fill for @dadrunkwriting

“Mage!” one of the Templars called to Hector, not bothering with his name, or maybe not remembering it.

“Ser?”

“You’re the one that likes Tranquil, right?” The way the Templar said it, the insinuation in his tone, made Hector’s skin crawl even if the words were accurate. He was the only mage he knew of in the tower who counted Tranquil as friends rather than mourning them for dead. “We got a new one,” he continued without waiting for an answer. “Show ‘em where the Tranquil quarters are and… assign ‘em a job or something.”

Another one. The third in as many months. Between Anders’ latest escape and Nell Suranna leaving and all the demons, maybe the Templars believed they should be less lenient on those with a potential rebellious streak. He wondered which unlucky soul had been deemed unworthy of Harrowing. Or volunteered, too afraid to try, or believing it the only way to please a Maker who so obviously hated mages. Hector had almost volunteered, but that was a while ago.

He wasn’t close with his fellow mages, most of them saw him as too much like a Templar considering his training, but he recognized the newly Tranquil. Jowan shuffled out of the office, still in muddy peasant clothes from his brief taste of freedom. His eyes were red like he had been crying, but his expression was flat and the livid fresh brand on his forehead unmistakable.

“It’s Jowan, right?” he asked. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Hector.”

“I think so,” Jowan said quietly, his tone flat, but his voice was hoarse like he had been yelling. Like maybe he screamed when they put burning lyrium to his skin. “You were a Templar before.”

He shrugged awkwardly. He used to be so proud of that and the training had served him well when demons overran the tower, but it still felt suddenly hard to admit. “In training,” he said. “But I’m not anymore.”

“It doesn’t bother me either way,” Jowan said distantly.

“It used to.”

“Does that matter?”

Hector thought for a moment, frowning. “Not really. I’m sorry though. For what it’s worth. Sorry they made you Tranquil. I know you didn’t want this.”

“I don’t know if I’m sorry,” Jowan said. “I haven’t been in this state long enough to decide. The brand still hurts, but I am told that won’t last forever.”

Hector’s frown deepened. “We’ll go to the infirmary first then,” he said firmly, annoyed at himself for not thinking of that. His own barely healed burned from the recent demons still itched and should have been a reminder. “It’s not supposed to be a punishment,” he added, echoing words he had been told during training that he was having an increasingly difficult time believing.

“It is not necessary,” Jowan said.

“Jowan, look at me. Just because you aren’t upset doesn’t mean that you don’t matter. Please let me help.”

Jowan nodded.

The healer looked up with tired eyes when they entered. She still had a couple patients who were badly injured in the battle against the abominations, and was still trying to get the place in order from all the chaos. She looked them both up and down as though trying to figure out what they were here for. There was the briefest flash of sadness on her face when she recognized Jowan as the new Tranquil, before settling into business.

“Neither of you look injured,” she said a little sharply. “And I have way too much work since *both* of our spirit healers are currently absent. Left me with all their work because apparently their little jaunt in the fresh air is more important than the rest of us back here.”

“You know Wynne’s leave to help was approved…” Hector started.

“Does that get her job done? Does that fix the fact that she left me with injuries I’m not qualified to heal because she wanted to skip out to do Maker knows what? It’s not about permission. I don’t give a damn that your friend there tried to run if that’s what’s on your mind. I care when I get left in the lurch by people who should know better. I don’t have time for this.”

“I told you it’s not necessary,” Jowan whispered. “I will survive without assistance.”

Hector sighed. “Ma'am, will you please stop trying to guilt trip a Tranquil, and just get a salve for his burn?”

“You mean his brand? It’s not usual practice to take new Tranquils to a healer for that.”

“How would you treat another burn of the same severity? Does he deserve to be in pain just because he is unlikely to complain?”

“No,” she admitted, her expression softening. “No of course not.” She pulled a small jar off of a shelf. “They’ll probably set him to work making these soon anyway,” she said.

They got out of the overworked healer’s way as soon as they could. The dormitory for the Tranquil barely had enough room for all of the beds crammed into the space. Tranquil didn’t usually have possessions, or if they did it was usually practical things for their tasks, so there wasn’t need for a lot of space for that, and they never complained about so many being pressed into such small windowless rooms.

Hector was no healer himself, but he was the only one around so he offered to help clean and bandage Jowan’s burn.

“I will be okay,” Jowan insisted quietly. He hesitated for a moment before adding, “but I would not mind the help.”

“You didn’t miss out on much while you were gone,” Hector said as he worked. It wasn’t much, but he hoped a distraction would help with the pain. “Only a whole battle.”

“Is Lily okay?” Jowan asked. “I was quite worried about her before, and they wouldn’t tell me about her.”

Hector shrugged. “I’m sorry. I don’t know. She’s not here, but I never heard why.”

“Oh.” Jowan paused a long moment before adding “You said there was a battle?”

So Hector filled him in on what had happened in the Circle since he left, or at least the parts that he knew. Mostly about the demons. Jowan sat perfectly still, a very easy patient while Hector talked and applied salve to his burn.

“Do you wish you could have stayed a Templar?” Jowan asked.

“I used to. More than anything. But now…” he shrugged as he set the salve aside. “Things change. I wanted to help, but I don’t think I would have actually helped as a Templar. I might have forgotten I even wanted to.”

[inhurtandincomfort]

Hi! For the random OC questions: 14. What types of characters would they gravitate towards in fiction? drop their kinlist 20. What was your first thought in creating them? 27. List five of their recent Google searches. 31. Who are they afraid of?

For Eldwin, Jowan, Ancassius and Kieran

Thanks for the ask!! From this ask game

14. What types of characters would they gravitate towards in fiction? drop their kinlist

Eldwin: Definitely family-oriented characters. Hmm I can't really drop a kinlist because I don't know very many characters lol (during that vibes poll trend I quickly realised I consume very little media 😭) but yeah characters who would give up everything for their family, maybe have a sad backstory relating to family like Sanemi from Demon Slayer, also Tanjiro and Nezuko. This is not just me projecting but honestly Childe from genshin, tragic backstory, blood-thirsty weapon for the Tsaritsa, but he adores his little siblings and will do anything to protect them? Yeah that sort of character.

Jowan: GOOD FATHERS. I'm sorry but even his repressed ass would be a sucker for soft family dynamics. I haven't seen more than like two episodes but I think he'd feel something watching Bluey. I couldn't say he'd cry, because it's Jowan. But he'd feel something.

Also maybe Shinobu (from demon slayer) if you don't know she's a doctor, she seems sweet and is always smiling but it's a mask because underneath she's burning with anger and stole the personality of her dead sister. Yeah he'd probably think that's interesting.

Ancassius: Tengen Uzui. I'm sorry he was the first one who popped into my head he'd love Tengen. Bold, flashy, absolutely adores his wives above anything else - yeah. Tengen-type characters. (sorry I rly like Demon Slayer it's basically all I know.)

Kieran: He'd gravitate towards characters who grow from hardship. Characters who have been through so much but instead of choosing anger they fight to be good. Characters who could easily become assholes, but they wake up every day and actively choose kindness.

20. What was your first thought in creating them?

Okay, so Eldwin was my very first oc ever made, probably at least 6, 7 years ago now. Obviously, I wanted someone to whump. That's basically the sole reason lmao. I also wanted to explore historical fiction - it was initially very light fantasy, basically victorian london with elves and magic, but as since bloomed into a world of it's own.

Jowan was literally just a tool for lab whump. That's it. I based his personality loosely on Varian from Tangled: The Series, but he was never supposed to have been a full fleshed-out character. Then I made him a little too silly and a little too sad and whoops here we are. I'm glad though, I love him and I'm happy others seem to love him too <3

Ancassius I thought it would be pretty fun for him to compliment Eldwin as a character. I mean if Eldwin's edgy and serious and gloomy, Ancassius is bright and cheerful and hopeful, I thought they'd be fun together. In super early drafts they just worked together, but then I thought Eldwin needed a friend, so now they're the childhood friends angst. Yay for them!

Kieran. Because Eldwin is much more morally-grey, I wanted to play with the archetype of a sweet and kind whumpee. I also wanted to play with a famous whumpee but things didn't turn out that way lol, so that's still on the table for a future character.

27. List five of their recent Google searches.

ELDWIN

Cats

How to stop cat from scratching furniture?

I feel like I'm not real

How to hide scars with makeup?

Undetectable poisons

JOWAN

Restrictive cardiomyopathy

Blue Morpho

Introduction to psychology

Dr Otis Bell

How to stop nightmares

ANCASSIUS

Permanent hair dye

unexplored locations

what is skibidi

Black Syndicate

Junshan Yinzhen

KIERAN

Nintendo Switch 2

Video game gifts

How to deal with depression

Anxiety

Restraining order

31. Who are they afraid of?

Eldwin:

Is it cliché if I say himself lol. Okay, maybe...he's afraid of a lot of people. I think he still is afraid of Alistair just because he doesn't know what he's about, and he can't read him. He's been nice to Eldwin so far (notreallybuteldwinthinksso) but there's just... something about him. Not like Mordwen, who has this vague otherworldly-ness about her, no Alistair is very much mortal. Just... I mean, he's the leader of a mafia for a reason. And Eldwin's certainly heard rumours. I think he can't predict Alistair at all, and that frustrates and scares him.

He's afraid of Mordwen even though he rarely see's her anymore, not since he doesn't need her to teach him magic. But he still remembers what she was like, and the crushing feeling of wrongness when she's in the room. Almost like being in a dream...

He's afraid of Clyde and Nels only a little bit, just because he knows Clyde will punish him just for the sake of it. With Nels, it's less that Eldwin's afraid of Nels himself, and more that he's afraid of messing up around him because he trusts Nels to only punish him when he deserves it, but that still doesn't make it easy. I think he's also afraid of disappointing him not because of punishment but because he likes Nels...

He was once terrified of Vor'gol (his pact demon) but that fear has waned in recent years hearing nothing from him. He probably should be more afraid, but alas.

JOWAN:

Well, it was his Father, but he's been dead for several years. Hmm I think he's simultaneously afraid of everyone and yet of no one, know what I mean? Don't worry I'm not sure I do either.

I'll say Clyde makes him nervous though. Clyde has never and will never harm him, Jowan is working there willingly after all, but... he's just intimidating, and it's quite clear that he doesn't like Jowan.

ANCASSIUS:

Merfolk, in general. Which is a bit unfair as most of them are fine, but some of them are like... well I saw some like sea-naga art I reblogged ages ago, with I think hypnosis, and well, it inspired me haha. Reckon he's probably also made a few enemies in his time. Generally though Ancassius is very confident and it's hard for him to be afraid of a person.

KIERAN:

Lukas, of course. Need I say more? Also Heather to an extent, but we may or may not talk about that in the next fic, depends what I'm doing LOL.

It was Lukas' friends who got Lukas into making the red room and snuff content in the first place, he met some shady people. I wonder if Kieran will ever meet them too?

[inhurtandincomfort]

Ahh they look so cute!! I love this, thank you!! <333

Taking advantage of the inspiration, I took the opportunity to draw these little pictures of Eldwin and Jowan from @inhurtandincomfort 's Forsaken story.

I love them so much!!! 💚💙

[the-tomato-patch]

Cringe meme made by yours truly.

[dragonologist-writings]

Title: And So They Burned Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Rating: M Status: In Progress (12/?) Characters: Shay Surana, Rosalind Amell, Jowan; Various other Circle characters and Demons Ships: Surana/Amell/Jowan, Jowan/Lily Additional Notes: Mage Origin, Angst, Blood Magic, Polyamory, Codependent Idiots in Love Fighting Over Who Gets to Sacrifice Themselves For Each Other Word Count: 66.6k Summary:

And so they burned They raised nations They waged wars -Threnodies 1:8 The world was not a kind place to those touched by magic. Haunted by whispers of demons, fear of the Templars, and memories of the lives taken from them, three apprentices in Kinloch Hold turned to each other and made a world of their own. A chronicling of the Mage Origin in a world where no Grey Wardens are recruited from the Circle, and Rosalind Amell, Shay Surana, and Jowan must decide for themselves how far they will go for each other when their world goes up in flames.

read here on ao3

[astraphone]

I’m obsessed with the dynamic between anders and my surana in awakening. my warden betrayed jowan to avoid rocking the boat in the circle, and that choice was the biggest regret of her life and catalyst for her character arc, but like. pov you’re anders.

one day you’re gearing up for escape attempt number seven and you’re hearing the rumors about how an apprentice’s attempt at escape was foiled because his best friend ratted him out. the friend is the circle’s pride and joy, irving’s star student and by all accounts a sweet girl, but you’ve spent your life in the circle desperately looking for a way out and you’ve never been able to trust someone who seems to be so willing to stay. she’s sent off to the grey wardens and you think good riddance, one less person to worry about when you make your escape. better jowan than you, when it comes down to it, but you’ll never understand how someone could do that to a friend.

and then it’s a year later and this girl you hate just saved the world, and you think of course, little miss perfect from the circle has become fereldan’s darling too. but then she finds you in a cell surrounded by dead templars, and she doesn’t care. she makes you a warden to save your life, and she claims she just needs the numbers but there’s something almost like guilt when she looks at you. you intend to keep hating her, but you have to admit she’s different than how you remember her—a little more outspoken, a little messier, and a lot more willing to cause some trouble for what she thinks is right. before you know it you’re talking about books together, and then when she finds a kitten she brings it to you because even though you were never friends at the circle she still remembered that you like cats, and then you’re in a warehouse and she’s killing templars so that they can’t take you away. when you thank her, she tells you “friends stick up for each other”, and for a second she looks very young and very sad. you’ve never asked her if she regrets what she did to jowan, but you know the answer in that moment. i’ll never leave a friend to rot again, her expression says, and you think you believe her.

[inhurtandincomfort]

AHHHH THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!! He looks so amazing oh my gosh

[ID. A side profile drawing of Jowan, a young man with brown skin and short, wavy dark hair and eyes. He has a single mole near his mouth and looks to the side with a moreso neutral expression. End ID.]

@inhurtandincomfort i tried drawing jowan :)