Promises in Blood

My name is Naia. Naia Tabris. Hero of the Blight, Commander of the Grey. You know of my titles; you've heard all the tales. You may believe them. You may not. But do not assume to know me. You will find that stories are just that: stories. The truth, however, is often far more incredible. ~ Indie Dragon Age Roleplay Blog

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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[kyllianthegrey]

Hello my loverly followers! I have no idea how there got to be so many of you, but welcome and thank you for taking an interest in this little personal hobby/ life ruiner of mine called roleplay! You are all fabulous, so, as a gift of my thanks, here! Have a Giveaway!

Rules

You will have to give me your mailing address for certain prizes. Be prepared to be comfortable with that.

You must be following me. You may follow to enter the giveaway, but plan on staying, will you? I’d much appreciate it!

If you follow me on multiple roleplay accounts, feel free to enter for each blog. Prizes will apply to that character though.

One like and One reblog per entrant. I don’t think tumblr counts multiple reblogs anyway.

Giveaway ends on February 28th at Midnight CST. I will announce winners on the 1st of March.

The Goodies

1st Place- 

A full, color art of your character/character of your choice. (Example pictures available upon request)

A Dragon Age themed patch of your choice from THIS LOVELY ETSY or a Grey Warden Decal for your computer

2nd Place-

A photo manipulation of your character/character of your choice. (Within my ability)

10 roleplay icons of your character

Which ever of the two objects was not selected by 1st place winner (The decal, or the patch)

3rd Place-

A photo manipulation of your character/character of your choice. (Within my ability, probably smaller than 2nd places photo manip)

A promo post set to que once a week for 1 month.

All the love in my heart (I’m sorry I’m poor!)

[dwimmerlaiks]

Tauriel - Costume & Concept Designs The Hobbit: DoS Chronicles Art & Design

[elvencrusader-blog]

Do not       underestimate

                   my           r a g e ———-

or you’ll end up                                                DEAD.

[elvencrusader-blog]

                                      ————-those who are damaged are the most ; ; ;

             {          D A N G E R O U S          }

                they k n o w how to [[ survive ]]

[elvencrusader-blog]

you did NOTb r e a k me.                  —— i’m [ still ] fighting. 

[lupusmilitis]

You

       can

              never

                        escape

                                      your

                                               past

[relentless-optimist]

Reblog if I can straight up ask you for a RP.

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A Warden in Obscurity | Open

The Southron Hills were not an ideal place of residence. The terrain was high and rocky, a dangerous combination for those who were unequipped for it. One needed an excellent sense of balance; loose rocks at an altitude of fifty feet and higher were not kind to the uncoordinated. The ground required certain kinds of boots, and if one was without them, blisters were inevitable. Things were only made worse when it was nearing the end of the year. When Firstfall was approaching, it was cold enough to need thick clothes and cloaks. More supplies were necessary. During the winter, travelers were heavy, and that made moving through the Hills far more complicated. Because of this, the area was nearly vacant. One could travel for miles without crossing another soul.

It was for these reasons that Naia had settled there. It was secluded, far from cities and the reaches of men. No one would go looking for a person in the Southron Hills; in their mind, not even a hardened Grey Warden would want to reside there.

But Naia knew the place was convenient. It was a sufficient distance from Lothering, far enough to discourage travelers, but close enough for Naia to go there for supplies. The town was still in the early stages of rebuilding, but it served well as a sort of trading post. Naia could enter and purchase the essentials, and then return to the Hills without attracting notice.

It was close to the Brecilian Forest. The territory had been officially gifted to the Dalish, and Naia was always welcomed there. She did not visit often. Word spread quickly, even with people as isolated as the Dalish. But it was good to be close and at hand. The humans were still bitter about the elves' granted authority, and Naia liked to be there when issues arose.

It was also close to Ostagar. Naia found herself wandering the ruins often, even though it was dangerous. Even though she knew going there would make her easy to find. She could not help herself. The place held so many memories, both pleasant and distressing, the kind of memories that did not allow her to let go easily.

She was there now, a cloaked figure walking through the infirmary and toward the kennels. When she closed her eyes, she could hear the clatter of metal, the loud voices of soldiers, the barking of hounds, the crackling of Duncan's fire. It had been so long since she had joined the Wardens. Almost two and half years. She had left them without notice. No letter, no words. She had told no one except for Nathaniel, and that was only to request that he keep Nelaros safe. She had wanted to take her Mabari with her, but the trip she had planned was best traveled alone.

Naia was so preoccupied with her thoughts that for a moment, she did not hear them. But the sounds eventually drifted into her hearing, subtle at first, and then so noticeable that she cursed at herself for not hearing them sooner. Footsteps. Very close footsteps.

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Jhumpa Lahiri, “Only Goodness”

[elvencrusader-blog]

                                                Answer is — {you can’t tell ‘em.} 

                                   They’ll never understand.

                    Because what you did WAS FOR THE RIGHT REASON

                                             BUT what you did was also w r o n g

And you’ll never wash it off

[myancientworld]

To me, a wicked man who is also eloquent Seems the most guilty of them all. He’ll cut your throat As bold as brass, because he knows he can dress up murder In handsome words.

Medea, from Euripides’ Medea (via musicianfromhell)

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[ladytabris]

"I wasn’t aware they made women Grey Wardens."

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you were made ｗｒｏｎｇ.       because in your chest they will not find a beating heart,    but a ⟨ loaded ⟩ gun.

                                  ⎨and ɢod have mercy on those                                      who tried to love you ⎬

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Silver & Gold plated Bronze Dagger

Dated: mid-19th century

Culture: French

Medium: bronze, silver, gold

The dagger has a straight, double-edged blade with a double groove and a bronze grip and sheath that is silver-coated and partly gilded. The grip depicts a girl playing the lyre while the sheath is worked in bas-relief with two grotesque masks in the center and arm trophies and flags above and under. The dagger has curved and curled small quillons.

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