LEGEND MARKED

ind. dragon age oc. written by Lawrence

[bloodiedamell]

( @championnmarked )

   “Do you mind?” She has places to be, people to see and the rather large man blocking her way does not belong to them.

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              " I do lowla --- woman. You are holding something that is not yours. "

[bythestone]

   “Ain’t a lotta humans walkin’ around with ‘em is all. Ya’ll’re Avvar?” It’s a guess more than anything (though she has a feeling it might not be terribly off). 

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              " You are correct Warden. My held is not too far away from Markham itself. "

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cometomax:

     “ if i told you where i was native to you wouldn’t know it, believe me. but here in nassau is my home now and that is all you need to know. ” she smiled at him from over the rim of her glass. 

     “ do you really think asking me that question will get me to divulge the mystery of it all? where is the fun in that? ”

          " Very well then. You are most likely right geography of our world is not my strong suit yet. " he returns the smile in a small grin.

              " The fun is in the actual attempt is it not? Or the results obtained from it that is what so many have told me at least. I find no joy in the act. " LIES.

              " Still Max it is unique in it's own way. Have you ever killed a man before Max? "

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    was he really not grasping it? surely someone had to be vocal of their adoration for him. of course, she expected the negative voices to be louder and to be carried with him. the negative always stuck. but merilee herself had come across several adoring fans.

   she moved over to the bucket of clean water and began to wash his blood from her hands.  ❛you know there are people who are quite fond of you, erich. i get asked ten times a day about what kind of gifts you might like, if you like girls with light or dark hair, where one might be able to find you alone. ok, the last one sounds a bit MURDER-Y but i assure you, most of those inquiries are from maidens who find you handsome.❜ she had to spell it out apparently.

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              THAT is what she was talking about. He shakes his head at the fruitless inquiries that the woman of this land have for him. Love. Marriage. Even the carnal desire of touch means nothing to him at the moment. Ghostly hands still lightly touch his chest, rotten lips against his own dead ones.

              He shakes his head again and gives a small laugh.

              " I do hope you didn't give them any information, the last thing I would need is maidens coming to my dwelling. Rumours spread you know. Especially in Markham."

              " Best be careful Merilee I have heard tales of Markham women being rather jealous, if they...figured that you were here cleansing my wounds they might bare their fangs. "

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       ❛they are correctly estimated. your importance, by your own regard, is not.❜ there was an air of finality to her words. they would be going back and forth all night at that rate.

      merilee dropped her hand, plopping the rag into the dirtied water. would wash it clean later. likely when she wrapped up scolding him. there was a grin at his jest– or what she assumed was an attempt at one. ❛i’m sure someone somewhere would be oh so heart broken if our hero fell in battle.❜ merilee clutched at her heart for dramatic effect. he had to have several fans floating around even if just on aesthetics alone.

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              While he was ready to bring up the topic of ( isolation , understatements , importance ) he decides to drop it as he can feel her dissaproving glare signaling the end of that argument.

              He sighs the pain on his forehead had dissipated quite so long ago after getting smashed in the face with the end of a shield, the pain was there once but the adrenaline of bttle and prior training as an Avvar had allowed him to fight with as much strength as possible.

              " Truly? I was sure those will ill intent would be overjoyed the Champion had fallen? "

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warpaint on warpaint your body is clad; iron bound fists that vanquished the mad. you are a WARRIOR with heroics written on your face — and yet no MERCY no LOVE is given from the God’s grace. they say you are what makes a nation strong to defy and stand against the enemy’s throng. they say you are what makes a kingdom grand to not let it sink to familiar sand. they say you are what makes a nation great for you are a man that stands strong. a man who stands fast and SUFFERS LONG .

                                                              promo cred to @fragilefated

[loustestament]

they fear me? let them.  i’ve come too far to pay heed to men i don’t know and we both know these walls cannot contain me.

i know who i am, do you? (l.p.)

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       a roll of her eyes. ❛you know, heroics are all well and good but useless if you die.❜ her fingers worked quickly to wring out the towel, bloodied water trickling into a pail. she dipped it back into clean water, resuming her task of cleaning his face. ❛NOT that i was worried. because i wasn’t. i’m just saying. someone MIGHT have been worried. so don’t do that again.❜

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              " You underestimate the amount of people who wish me dead. I'm Champion heroics are what I do. What I need to do. "

              He leans back more in the cushion allowing her to reach better as his size greatly overcomed hers. Despite what he was saying he was grateful. It had been quite a while since he had been cared for like this.

              " It was worth it. Their faces were overjoyed. Though I don't understand if you weren't worried who do you think would be? "

[spellblcom]

AN ANSWER doesn’t come straight away, Commander’s eyes downcast and slender ears drooping in visible betrayal of the dread that curls her insides. Slow are her steps as she reaches the site of the massacre, legs not feeling quite like they belong to her as they move on instinct, carefully sidestepping the pools of tainted rot that once ran in these brave soldiers’ veins. Surana is careful to avoid the Avvar’s gaze, blinking off the mist gathering at her stinging eyes. She can smell them. Maker, she can SMELL them.       ❛ Yes. ❜    A curt reply, for she can add little else while nausea creeps up her throat, rotting stench stinging the shapeshifter’s sensitive nostrils. Silly Warden, shouldn’t you be used to death of those under your command? Of those you may have mentored? In war, victory––in death, SACRIFICE.    Silently, Nilviri bends her knees to crouch in front of one of the bodies, drawing a hand to their swollen face to shut their still wide open, terrified eyes. Unclipping a silver insignia from their armor that survived the assault by some miracle, she brings it to her face for an examination. Her voice is hollow as she speaks, none of the usual laid-back warmth most are accustomed to.       ❛ If you’ll give me a minute, Champion.          I have to… collect their insignias for our records.  ❜

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              " Take your time Warden. "

              An entrance to the deep roads found in Markham. A sign of worry for everyone as Darkspawn invading Markham would only cause an issue. A group of Wardens who had found the enterance went off on their own in an attempt to seal --- yet this was result of their quest. A failure. Grateful he is that the Warden Commander ( HERO OF FERELDEN ) offered her services at the Viscounts request when after weeks the Wardens had not returned.

              The stench of dead does not phase him he's been buried in dead the stench is familiar. He used to wonder if all fighters were like this --- death a constant a known enviroment. Yet he sees that the Hero of Ferelden who has been in battles upon battles and still crumbles at the sight --- so he wonders if it's perhaps something wrong with him?

              He sheathes his blade bending the knee in a sign of respect.

              " Did you know them? These men and womaen? "

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warpaint on warpaint your body is clad; iron bound fists that vanquished the mad. you are a WARRIOR with heroics written on your face — and yet no MERCY no LOVE is given from the God’s grace. they say you are what makes a nation strong to defy and stand against the enemy’s throng. they say you are what makes a kingdom grand to not let it sink to familiar sand. they say you are what makes a nation great for you are a man that stands strong. a man who stands fast and SUFFERS LONG .

                                                              promo cred to @fragilefated

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warpaint on warpaint your body is clad; iron bound fists that vanquished the mad. you are a WARRIOR with heroics written on your face --- and yet no MERCY no LOVE is given from the God's grace. they say you are what makes a nation strong to defy and stand against the enemy's throng. they say you are what makes a kingdom grand to not let it sink to familiar sand. they say you are what makes a nation great for you are a man that stands strong. a man who stands fast and SUFFERS LONG .

                                                              promo cred to @fragilefated

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )

“You come here often?”

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“So.. You expecting someone?”

“Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”

“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”

“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”

“Are you single? Just asking.”

“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”

“What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”

“I love the way you’re dressed.”

“Do I have any chances with you?”

“Do you have anything better to do later?”

“Can I get your phone number?”

“You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”

“I can do whatever you want, babe.”

“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”

“I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”

“You should be a model.”

“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”

“That won’t work. Try again.”

“Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”

“I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I thought you were taken.”

“So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”

“Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”

“Compliments won’t pay my drinks.”

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@voidrender

              " It still surprises me, the demon Corypheus or however his name is said to have control over Wardens like this. " before him lies the dead bodies of Wardens who had attacked he and the Inquisition scouts. The Vicount's own words were to aid the Inquisition however they see fit for a while before returning home but this was never what the avvar expected.

              To be fighting Wardens. Grey Wardens.

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@thxwarden

              " These men Wardens yes? Or were I am assuming. " he finds the sight downright tragic a group of Wardens bathed in silver armor lying in a pool of rotten blood. Most of it looks their own. A slaughter that's what this was. These Deeproads were more dangerous than he thought and yet he has yet to encounter a Darkspawn.

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Throwing out a STARTER CALL that will be repsonded to later tonight! I’m going to spend the day with some friends so!

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well until I have the time to make a pretty amazing promo I’m going to toss one of these out ( totally not being lazy ). Hi everyone! I’m Lawrence and I’m now getting back into the DARP community! If you’re interested in interacting with an Avvar OC please like / reblog I’d greatly appreciate it and would check your blog out!

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the weeknd, tears in the rain