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#✕❜ OUTOFCHARA.#✕❜ TBD.#( VARENDIS RAVENWATCH & DARIEN GAUTTIERE )#( w H Y )#( WHY MUST YOU BREAK MY HEART. )#( n o no no no n on ono )#( i am so sadd lksdnfljksdfsd )

ssuibiann

#✕❜ FACE: you often ignore how young you are.

give me !!! more deeply religious !! characters !!!

#✕❜ OUTOFCHARA.#( lol i know waylon isn't religious but if he were )#( it'd ruin his personality and ideals )#( and i am making a deeply religious character for elder scrolls... )#( a church militant & religious bruiser. )#( who is also a werewolf. )#( but ??? deeply religious characters !!! )

aseaofquotes

ashstained-blog

aseaofquotes.

Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

#✕❜ THOUGHTS: use these words as your weapon.

charaxideas-blog

It is so easy to open your heart, but harder to let people in.

Falcedon Esdrec. (via charaxideas)

#✕❜ THOUGHTS: use these words as your weapon.#( reblogs from my sideblog. )

vvolka.

❛…I’d rather pay the five sovereigns. Yet, I hold another question: how the hell did you get sucked into this?❜

❛-- Sent to the Conclave because the old broodmother thought it best to send her youngest; look at what that got her now. She still has the GALL to send me letters.❜

I burn them all.

#vvolka #✕❜ VERSE: berserker rage in the tomb of a boy.#( & by old broodmother he means mother )#( waylon's 100% no chill u will learn this )

burzxm.

{ ashstained requested aid }

’ Do not fear the world, for it surely does not fear you. ’ Or so Mitchell’s father had told him when he was but a child, and when the chasm CRACKED across the sky, vomiting demons and bringing two worlds together, Mitchell was not afraid. Demons could not terrorize demons, and he was reminded every day of his curse, even when he tried to q u e l l it. The monster [ within ] him would not be so easily subdued. ’ I require audience with the Inquisitor. ’ He knew not of who he s p o k e with, only that Skyhold was much larger than the original assumption, as was it COLD. He could hear the blood raging through the veins of everyone around him, & he struggled to focus on the main task at hand: swearing himself to the Inquisition.

Visitors increased day by day, either to simply extend their gratitude for what the Inquisition ( mainly: him ) accomplished and/or pledge their sword, bow, or staff arm to its forces. Patience waned the more he had to listen to the peoples’ demands, but he told the guards to escort this visitor into the main hall. Maybe, just maybe, this one won’t force him asleep. Rest is not rest until it is earned.

-- & it seems he was correct.

Lips pressed together, crimson eyes squinting from his seat upon the throne at the stranger. His fingers tapped rapidly upon the arm rests, his legs doing the same but less noticeable. It was not out of annoyance or impatience, but a coping mechanism against the dragon’s blood coursing through his veins. The blood felt oddly warmer than usual & he could not place a finger on it, but he’d have to attend to this man before himself.

❛Are you a pilgrim wishing to extend his or her gratitude, or someone who wants to pledge their sword arm to the Inquisition?❜

The Inquisitor was young, but stress & worry had made him look a good five years older. If his age were a deterrent for this stranger, then it was all he needed to wave him away.

❛I can assume it is the latter? If so, voice what you have to offer.❜

#burzxm #✕❜ VERSE: put on your war paint.#( this starter is okay! )#( i like it! )

Reavers don’t simply drink dragon’s blood and gain remarkable powers for the sake of battle. Many also find their senses heightened considerably: they can see, hear, taste, touch, and smell far better than a person who hasn’t underwent the ritual to become a Reaver. They also take on a slight physical change and it differs from person to person. For Waylon, his eyes turned from hazel to blood red and teeth sharpened considerably. This is taking on some aspects of the dragon whose blood they consumed and in Waylon’s case, he consumed the blood of the Fereldan Frostback, the first High Dragon he slew.

#✕❜ FOOTNOTES.

vvolka.

+ Ashstained;

❛Inquisitor, huh? So you apparently have the “ok-go” on my squad? What must I do to snag them away from you, ser?❜

❛-- Five sovereigns. Or dance the Remigold.❜

#vvolka #( i am okay with your verse with the trevelyans! )#( waylon needs relatives that aren't dead lol )#✕❜ VERSE: berserker rage in the tomb of a boy.#( waylon is a sarcastic shit head. )

you do not need to ask me first. if you are a trevelyan blog, whether inquisitor or not, feel free to set it in a trevelyan siblings verse! goodness knows waylon needs siblings that aren’t... dead.

#✕❜ OUTOFCHARA.#✕❜ PSA.#( main verse waylon had three older bros )#( all who died at the conclave. )#( & their corpses were the first thing he saw. )#( it fucked him up so much it drove him to be a reaver. )

reavers (✿◠‿◠)

reavers (◡‿◡✿)

REAVERS (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥

#✕❜ OUTOFCHARA.#( ugh i love how they technically have magic coursing through their veins )#( once they consumed dragon's blood )#( because they use blood magic for their abilities )#( but they aren't classified as mages because of it )#( & having to endure so much pain to become stronger )#( r E A V E RS )#( always standing on a thin thread between )#( sanity and insanity )#( and DRAGONS )

legixnnaire.

The last thing Ayla was expecting was a personal greeting from the Inquisitor himself, let alone one so … courteous. But all his welcoming words did was make her scowl and tilt her head up at him, clearly unimpressed. She did not respect the Inquisitor; that much was clear. She did not respect him, and she highly doubted he respected her, not when he’d never seen her fight.

“Did some frilly advisor tell you to say that?” Her voice was as hard as the Stone she came from. “If so, you can cut the fancy shit and stop pretending like we’re friends ‘cuz we’re not. We’re warriors; we ain’t friends until we bleed together on the field.”

❛-- Yes, a frilly advisor of mine told me that courtesies always won over hearts.❜

Hands moved to clasp behind his back, lips already pressed into a flat line that could go on for MILES. From the woman’s steel tongue, he immediately knew that he’d have his hands full -- not that he minded; in fact, he loved the challenge it brought.

❛Of course we aren’t friends... I only give that privilege out to people who EARNED it.❜

Every single noble he had to welcome into Skyhold wore masks he got used to back in Ostwick. The ability of not giving a flying fuck was taught by his mother -- the ONLY good thing that came from that old broodmother. He’d zone out every time someone would talk about the grandeur of Skyhold’s main hall & how they would become great friends in the future. Great? He had far more important things on his plate than SMALL TALK.

❛Then I’ll await seeing your prowess on the battle ground and hope that the blood dripping from your blade tells me enough.❜

#legixnnaire #( thank you! i love my inquisitor so much )#( it's a revamp/remodel of an old blog of mine )#( with the same character )#( my url is oftherifts if you seen it around? )#✕❜ VERSE: put on your war paint.

great heroes often carry the greatest regrets. they lie buried in the sand with the bones and broken blades -- hidden... forgotten. i had many stories to pass on, but only ONE is known.

THEDAS | BIOGRAPHY | MESSAGE | WAR TABLE

#✕❜ PROMOTION.

Great heroes often carry the greatest regrets. They lie buried in the sand with the bones and broken blades -- hidden... forgotten. I had many stories to pass on, but only one is known.

About the Inquisitor.

#✕❜ THOUGHTS: use these words as your weapon.

hadrixna.

Arms crossed defiantly across armored chest, lips curled back in disdain that he directed toward anyone he ever came across. Even his advisers were not strangers to the Inquisitor’s disposition. At this rate, it may very well be P E R M A N E N T.

❛A few Orlesian nobles turned my mood SOUR for the rest of the day, so you’ll have to excuse my tone of voice and choice of words.❜

#hadrixna #( sorry this is late! i was playing some MMORPGS )#✕❜ VERSE: put on your war paint.

legixnnaire.

He found himself with a sudden lack of skill required for this situation ; knowledge was pursued feverishly, almost savagely, in an eternal quest to prove everyone around him wrong. The Inquisitor LOATHED courtesies that were not earned & still could not get used to saying my lord or your grace when nobility made their pilgrimage to the loft heights of Skyhold. Back straightened, mind & tongue steeled, jaw set for whomever he had to greet today.

This one was no noble, however. Mayhaps the day played in his favor -- for once.

❛Skyhold welcomes all who are willing to combat this -- Corypheus, no matter their rank and race.❜

#legixnnaire #( read your verse page & saw you had an inquisition verse! )#( also read up on ayla's bio )#✕❜ verse: put on your war paint.

sometypeofblog

I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Al Capone (via cecaelias)

#✕❜ THOUGHTS: use these words as your weapon.

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