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Veilguard Verse. Following the events of Dragon Age Inquisition, Alistair, having deferred to the Inquisitor's judgment, leads the remaining Wardens at Adamant Fortress to Weisshaupt at the Anderfels. Since then, in here and there snatches of time, he was stationed at these very same headquarters where one can encounter him Veilguard. There as a senior ranking member of the order, he is to lend a hand in controlling the chronically amassing darkspawn.

As something of a legendary name, one can catch whispers of one Grey Warden Theirin fluttering from the mouths of more fresh-faced recurits. He remains a remarkable fighter and, over the years, has better hammered out his grievances toward leading. By all accounts, Alistair is a bit more hardened now in his forties, but remains a carefully optimistic wisecrack with a gift for killing darkspawn.

While hesitant to step back from Weisshaupt, Alistair is given permission to join the Veilguard — should the offer be accepted — to help put a stop to Ghilan'nain and her role in spreading the taint. And evidently crafting archdemons. If permitted, Alistair finds his humble lodging under Neve's cozy office facing the vast expanse of rolling Fade. He's used to roughing it, and beside his bed, there's an erected training dummy beside a small collection of little figurines, statues, and twinkly runestones. And letters. Lots of letters.

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@wakesleft asked: "i don't have the constitution." / it's the last midnight: still accepting.

"I just watched you nearly do away with an elven god. I'm pretty sure you have the constitution."

How flagrant of you, Watcher! Evidently, even Alistair couldn't fall for a lie so bold! All the same, the Warden takes it in exceedingly good spirits, a flush of color to his laughter with a bout of humor plain about him. Truthfully, another soul in this party might have taken it more poorly -- but, well, helping with his boxes, Alistair's different.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," he says, faffing about in the professor's room. "This is extortion, you know, what with you appealing to my bleeding heart." Again, how wickedly blatant! "I'm onto you."

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@prophetries asked: “what he did was wrong .  he should be punished .” it's the last midnight: still accepting.

"I agree. No possibility of front row seats is there? At his judgment, I mean. It would be better were Livius made to look in the eyes of the men he'd corrupted, but he may just have to settle with me for whatever it's worth."

For whatever it's worth, says Alistair. Incredible. As if the bloody fool himself hadn't helped end a Blight. Still, though boyish this man may seem, he boasts a confidence, a fire, in this particular matter. Here, the Warden skulks about the ramparts, the fading evening light burnished gold about the hills, and when it trickles past the mountains to blaze about his face -- like a strike, the burst of its color is tellingly violent.

The Wardens. How terrifically they've fallen.

"They'd made their mistakes as well, I get that, but..." The Inquisitor understands his ache, doesn't she?

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"Alistair is too whiny--"

Alistair was 20 during Origins. 20. He is trying to get over the death of his mentor who was someone he deeply revered and respected and who swooped in and plucked him out of the Chantry to give him a chance to be anything other than a templar. He is grieving the loss of that man who died not in some honorable fight but because of some man's scheming and betrayal.

Alistair is DEFINITELY boyish, a bit rambly, and definitely young, but whiny?! Maybe. Maybe sometimes. But in this way, he's due a bit of mourning. Put them up.

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A sombre, yet beautiful and peaceful gloom here pervaded all things. The trees were dark in color, and mournful in form and attitude, wreathing themselves into sad, solemn, and spectral shapes that conveyed ideas of mortal sorrow and untimely death.

Edgar Allan Poe, The Penguin Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe; from ‘The Island of the Fay'

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But imagine if he did get it! Oh my days, he's finding that he would really like to get it. Unfortunately, girls aren't exactly like books, he surrenders, though admittedly, old, stuffy tomes aren't quite sensical either. Still, if he managed for a spell to really truly know her? Well, Alistair's the inkling that sussing Verin over libraries was several leagues better.

Now, if only he can grasp the intricacies of cooking....! Hearing her dare that precarious log of rot, he primes to swoop in if need be.

"Ohhhhh. Ow. Not satisfied with your culinary experience so far then. Too low brow for you I take it? Do the heaping spoonfuls of care and love not bring quite enough flavor?" He's joking so merrily, evidently. Evil man. How cruel of him, how rancid, to belittle her despair!

"Come on, it's not that bad. Here. Have a taste." Just one! He'll even feed her, see? "I promise it won't kill you."

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Empty musings and mindless prattle, he wasn't meant to get it, per say. Words to fill the silence, the ever droning of the campfire, the birds, the wind. Though not without meaning were her wonders of their wanderings but they slip through her fingers and she's left wondering like an eclipse while he shines like daybreak in the glow of the fire.

Arms unnecessarily held out for balance, she steps careful to avoid the creak of rot, the give of a waterlogged portion, the dormant wasp's nest. It was nearly winter now, two months of travel had led them deep into the wilds. As much had changed around them, he seemed the same.

Even at a distance, he's keen enough to discern the sulking aspects of her, good enough to get a laugh out of her (and she hopes he doesn't hear it).

"I could use a sweet roll." She sighs, could use a bed, a warmth bath; something to staunch the lack of creature comforts. "Would take one over your beans."

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@astraldestiny asked: i was raised to be charming,  not sincere. - from zev / it's the last midnight: still accepting.

"Right, well, I hate to break it to you, but—" emphasis, butttttt! "—you're not doing a very good job at either."

Ouch. He aims, strikes truly, and nails him again! Alas, poor, poor Zevran and his very-stabbed ego. Triumphant of a sort, apparently, their darling little prince goes stomping at the pegs into the weed-flecked dirt. Evidently, the work had enticed the assassin, their gabby, teasing Crow sat cursed with that cleverness, and now he idles as obnoxiously as ever. Unbelievable. By Andraste's knickers, why is everyone in this party so damnably saucy?

"Weren't there, I don't know, classes you had to take to do that? Charm people?" Alistair asks aloud. He moves on to another peg, their glorified tent-pitcher. "Fell asleep for several, I take it?

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↪     𝑖𝑡'𝑠 ᵗʰᵉ 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 .   (  a  collection  of  sentence  starters  from  disney’s  2014  film  into the woods .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .)

the king is giving a festival !

i wish the walls were full of gold ,  i wish a lot of things .

sometimes i wonder what’s going on in that head of yours .

what are you doing ?  stop your pretending .

are you certain of your way ?

the way is clear ,  the light is good .

the woods are just trees ,  the trees are just wood .

are you really wearing that ?

it’s not what i wish ,  it’s what you wish .

i could’ve turned him into stone .  or a dog .  or a chair .

a small price to pay for what you stole from me .

well ,  that’s another story .  nevermind ,  anyway .

sorry ,  i’m still not mollified .

how could you do that ?

your father was no father ,  so why should you be ?

we’re starving ,  [ name ] !  don’t you understand that ?

we have to live ,  i don’t care how .

look what i found .  here ,  take this .

no ,  i can do this on my own .

it may be all in vain ,  you know .

i have no fear ,  nor no one should .

careful not to lose the way .

what’s your rush ?  you’re missing all the flowers .

look what you’re ignoring .

why do you think i asked you to do it in the first place ?

get me what i need  …  get me what i need !

you’d look pretty foolish .

i’d rather a wolf than you any day !

you shouldn’t be here ,  it’s not safe in these woods .

i was just trying to help .

we have one chance .  don’t you see that ?

i’m not sure i’m cut out to be a father .

if you can’t do this for yourself ,  can’t you at least do it for me ?

don’t you look lovely today ,  my dear ?

i brought your favorite .

i can’t believe i just did that .

wait a minute ,  i never thanked you .

i’m sorry .  i should’ve known better .

i had been so careful ,  i never had cared .

he made me feel excited ,  well  …  excited and scared .

they will not protect you the way they should .

nice is different than good .

isn’t it nice to know a lot  …  and a little bit not ?

oh ,  get your head out of the clouds !

i just need to catch  my breath .

aren’t you the lucky one ?

please don’t let them know that i’m here .

i’ve never lied to royalty before .

it’s not quite what i expected .

you’re free to do whatever pleases you .

steal what you can and run !

you’re back again ,  only different than before .

i never even reached home .

who cares ?  get it back .

get away from me with that ,  you fool .

i shouldn’t have yelled .

i will make things right ,  and we can carry on with our lives .

will you go ?  please .  go .

when the one thing you want  …  is the only thing out of your reach .

the woods can be a dangerous place .

i thought you were returning home !

do you mean you’re going to let me stay with you ?

perhaps it will take two of us to have this child .

i thought one was enough ,  it’s not true .  it takes two of us .

when the journey was tough ,  it took two of us .

at home i’d fear we’d stay the same forever .

what did i clearly say ?   what were you not to do ?

what have i been to you ?  what would you have me be ?

i embarrass you .  you are ashamed of me .

don’t you know what’s out there in the world ?

someone has to shield you from the world .  stay with me .

who out there could love you more than i ?

the world is dark and wild .

stay a child while you can be a child .

i gave you protection ,  and yet you disobeyed me .

where you’re going ,  no one will ever see you again .

whichever you pick ,  do it quick .

it’s fun to deceive when you know you can leave ,  but you have to be wary .

at home ,  they don’t care .  i’m better off there ,  where there’s nothing to choose so there’s nothing to lose .

wait ,  please !   i haven’t much time .

that makes no sense !

what is that you have in your hand ?!

i would recognize these beautiful eyes anywhere .

is that you ?  i’m blind ,  i can’t see .

you could’ve been killed !

i was just thinking of the greater good .

i don’t have the constitution .

as long as i can be no help ,  i’m going to hide .

i don’t know where they think they’re going .

this is who i truly am ,  my dear .

why did you run off ?

i will not come with you .

you leave me no choice .

i shouldn’t complain .

i’m not allowed to leave the palace unescorted .

if you’d like ,  you can come with me .

i shall not forget you ,  and how alive you’ve made me feel .

you’re hurting me !

stop ,  stop !  i said stop !

this is all my fault .

remorse will get you nowhere .

when you’re dead ,  you’re dead !

this is no time to be soft - hearted !

you’re responsible ,  you’re the one to blame .  it’s your fault !

you’re all liars and thieves .

you’ll just do what you do .

it doesn’t matter if we’re together or apart .

i’m sorry ,  i did a foolish thing .

i didn’t realize ,  i was being careless .  selfish .

you stole and got caught and did what you do !

i hated myself .  i ran away from my guilt and shame .

aren’t you making the same mistake ?

be better than me .

i knew you wouldn’t give up .

that doesn’t matter ,  now .

first ,  we’ll need a weapon .

i did not recognize you ,  what are you doing here ?

maybe i’m not your only love .

if you love me ,  why did you stray ?

i thought that if you were mine ,  i would never wish for more .

i was raised to be charming ,  not sincere .

i think you should go .

i’m glad you’re here to help me .

you are not alone .  no one is alone .

you’ll do nothing of the kind .

what he did was wrong .  he should be punished .

it’s not as easy as that .

who can say what’s true ?

believe me ,  no one is alone .

people make mistakes .  fathers ,  mothers ,  people make mistakes .

you decide what’s right .  you decide what’s good .

just remember ,  someone is on your side .  someone else is not .

i miss her ,  too .

how can i go about being a father when i had no father to show me ?

sometimes people leave you  …  do not let it grieve you ,  no one leaves for good .

things will be alright now .

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"Here.. Have a wrap.. I am sure you are hungry. You definitely look like you need it."

The wrap slaps against the table. Straightening in his chair, the little eatery bustles with the afternoon traffic. "Really? Well, if you're offering...," Alistair says, and it can't be helped: he glows at first bite, the faint lines about his eyes crinkling with the tells of a wholesome satisfaction. Yummy. Stirring in his stool perhaps a touch too rickety, he does his right damndest not to kick her feet.

From beneath his hood then, a pair of eyes like light cloves shiver with interest. "I appreciate it. Say, you're not trying to fatten me up right now, are you? You don't exactly strike me as a sinister crone with a bubbling cauldron in her hut." In fact, with the youth in her face tempered soft with toil, well— "You'd need at least a dozen more warts to convince me of that."

But surely crones are here, no? Tevinter mages and all...

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hi-res x

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"nothing in this rotten world knows how to withstand change." she lingers around the edge of their camp, stepping between the brush and twigs, before hopping onto a fallen tree trunk. "and i am a rotten thing."

He thinks she's a point she's trying to make here. Unfortunately, riddles, Alistair confesses, aren't much his forte. Sat tending to their supper, he's little strength to rally but to turn his head and stare. But Maker, she would say it so casually, gauge her shrouded character like gab of rain and clouds, and he's more of a man given over to the sunshine...!

And so, sunshine, he offers! Meaning, smile he does.

"Oh, right. Rotten liiiike...a tooth after one too many sweet rolls, is that it? In that case, you do have a habit of wearing at the teeth, don't you? Or is it maybe because of me? Maybe I'm the sweet roll?" Alistair! Please! He laughs, chuffed -- always chuffed, always chuffed even when he scrambles out of a darkspawn's guts -- he adds too much salt onto the eggs. "Alright. What's gotten you in a mood? The charming side of beans I'm busy making us offending you?"

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 & 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙉.

This is an independent and private roleplay blog for Alistair Theirin of the Dragon Age series. Prevailing narrative themes will include answering the call of duty and self-sacrifice. A carrd will be established at a later date. For now, click the pages on my blog page or this pinned post's read more to view both my rules and Alistair's about.

Heavily affiliated with: @toherdemise.

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RULES.

This blog for Alistair is private, independent, and unaffiliated.

More details are as follows:

I. Godmodding will not be tolerated. However, for setting up a scene, generic set-ups may be pursued i.e. catching Alistair training. Go crazy.

II. I will write only with mutual followers.

III. Do not expect immediate follow backs.

IV. This is a selective blog. I will only follow blogs with characters I find Alistair can interact with. Second, the blog must have a rules and about page. Additionally, an emphasis in writing must be present meaning there should not be frequent out of character content. If I find there is a lack of interest/interaction, I will softblock.

V. I ask that you unfollow with a hardblock. 

VI. Shipping is open though not the priority. I only ship with one variation of any canon character. I will not ship if you are already shipping with an Alistair. This is for my comfort.

VII. On the topic of shipping, this blog is open to NSFW interactions. My writing partners should be +21.

VIII. Let me know of any triggers you may have, and I will tag my posts accordingly. I read everyone’s rules pages; however, things may slip my mind. I personally do not have any triggers.

IX. I practice mains. I may interact with numerous portrayal of a certain character, but a main will remain my priority as well as the default of that character in my writing of Alistair.

X. Don’t interact if you write with geracht (Danny) or goldfanged (Ana), both of whom avidly support my abuser. Beyond them, I have a mental DNI of my abuser themselves. This is a hard boundary. I will NOT make exceptions.

Out of character, you can call me Dean. I’m Viet and +30. I also write Gale Dekarios @ recitedemise and Dorian Pavus @ archonoclasm.

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ABOUT.

Name: Alistair Theirin

Birthday: 26 Wintermarch 9:10 Dragon

Age: 20 (Dragon Age Origins) / 24 (Dragon Age II) / 30 (Dragon Age Inquisition) / 42 (Dragon Age Veilguard)

Gender: Cis Male

Race: Half-Human and Half-elf

Martial Status: Single

Sexuality: Bisexual

Current Residence: Nomadic

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

Height: 6'2"

Build: Muscular, built

Hair Color: Dirty blonde

Eye Color: Light brown

Markings: Multiple scars

Piercings: N/A

Notable Conditions: Blighted (upon participating in The Joining ritual to become a Grey Warden)

Substance Use: Alcohol

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

MBTI: ENFP

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Positives: Optimistic, righteous, and dependable.

Neutrals: Funny, dramatic, and sociable.

Negatives: Wrapped up in his past, uncompromising, disorganized.

Bright eyed and with fire in his heart, Alistair Theirin is your Grey Warden's man, a man you would happily have scampering in your shadow. While not much of a leader at first, he has passion and an unyielding desire to do good, to protect those that cannot defend themselves, and to usher in something bright and prosperous in the pits of so much disrepair.

As a fresh Grey Warden recruit, he has the boyish energy one can only find in a young man desperate to prove something of himself. As he ages, however, he grows steadily into his strengths and learns to lead others, becoming more comfortable with the mantle and weight of overlooking subordinates. He's optimistic, blindingly so and even to the point of extreme naivete as a young man, and though he becomes more leveled as the decades roll, the spark in him does not fade.

He's sociable, brave, and easy to get along with, but is hard up on his duty and is unyielding in his service. A great friend and a headache of an enemy, you should want Alistair more as your former.

Approves of: More compassionate stances, noble acts, and selflessness. Be a decent person and treat him with praise and encouragement, and things can really only go well.

Disapproves of: Contrastingly, being cruel, demeaning, and condescending while pursuing selfish, dishonest, and dishonorable pursuits is a fantastic way to net Alistair's ire. He also disapproves of racist and deeply anti-mage sentiments.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

Templar specialization. Diminishes as he grows older, veering more Berserker/Champion.

Grey Warden (blog-canon). Renouncing all rights to the Ferelden throne, Alistair chooses to live the rest of his days as a Grey Warden, rising up to the rank of Senior Warden within the order. He continues fighting back darkspawn and holding a vigilant watch over the wellbeing of the commonfolk.

King (in other verses). Becoming a king alongside Anora, Alistair grows into his role as a competent ruler of Ferelden, endeavoring to sow as much peace and stability across the country.

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

Born in 9:10 Dragon, Alistair Theirin is the bastard son of King Maric Theirin and Fiona. As the product of an affair, Alistair's lineage was kept as secret as possible, and he was consequently raised by Arl Eamon Guerrin of Redcliffe, told that his mother had died giving birth to him.

As a child, he was a stableboy who eventually found his way under the tutelage of Templars so that he may join the Order. Unfortunately, the ways of the Templar were not much to the young Theirin's taste, the situation proving itself to be deeply unsatisfactory if not outright miserable. Duncan of the Grey Wardens, upon finding Alistair's unhappiness, was quick to recruit him despite fierce opposition from the Chantry he had been under at the time.

Come the events of Dragon Age Origins, Alistair is a not-so-fresh-fresh Grey Warden recruit who had undertaking the Joining, determined to end the Fifth Blight. After much hardship and many months of toil, the bastard son of kings and proud Grey Warden manages to do just that.