ATHELSTAN COUSLAND— the hero of ferelden, commander of the grey, and lord of highever. a writing blog for a player character of the dragon age series. independent and private. written by hazel, since 2017. affiliated with @inquistior’s halwn trevelyan and @chanticle’s jayne cousland.
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general information—
name. athelstan cousland titles. hero of ferelden. commander of the grey in ferelden. arl of amaranthine. lord of highever. champion of redcliffe. class. rogue, dual wielding gender. male sexuality. bisexual, preference for men age. 20 in 9:30 dragon, 42 in 9:52 dragon religion. atheist fc. luke pasqualino
notable mentions. strong fear of dragons. well-known minstrel.
canon choices— anora is the sole ruler of ferelden. loghain was executed by athelstan. supported the mages in kinloch hold. killed branka. harrowmont is the king of orzammar. completed the dark ritual. killed the archdemon. protected vigil’s keep and amaranthine. killed the architect. morrigan left, unharmed.
story arc. post-origins to inquisition, veilguard— spoilers.
alt verses. baldur’s gate 3.
appearance— a young man, twenty when the blight starts. dark brown hair, always long enough to brush his shoulders, sometimes braided away from his face. the gentlest curls. never clean-shaven, the length of his facial hair depends on his proximity to civilisation. his height is underwhelming at 5'6" though it suits him as a rogue. he is lean and toned, quick, light on his feet.
his brown eyes are often kind but flat, slightly reflective in the right light. it can be unsettling to meet his gaze. his skin is pallid, almost sickly though his physical health is strong. his attention wavers easily, influenced by sights and sounds most others cannot witness. some of these are real, some aren't. although there isn't much left to point to his noble upbringing, he dresses well and in fine quality, whether it's clothing or armour.
scent— earthy. a hint of freshly bloomed flowers and wind rustled trees but mostly the stale air of an underground cavern, fresh-turned soil of a new grave, hard-packed dirt under fingernails, sun-soaked leather, dried sweat. it’s natural but a little unpleasant. it can be masked by other strong smells.
sound— warm and honeyed, melodic and strong. his voice is his greatest talent. he sings well and often, able to soothe and comfort or gather coin with ease. in another life, he would have been a successful minstrel. in conversation, he is charismatic and persuasive, preferring to convince or deceive rather than intimidate. he rarely yells though he's naturally good at projecting his voice and can be louder than intended.
the contents of his backpack— his well-loved and well-used lute. detailed maps of the deep roads which are illegible to anyone else. unusual and often dangerous goods and artefacts which may or may not help cure the taint. loose pages filled with song lyrics. excessive or depleted supplies of food, water, potions, and gear to survive in the wild. a scrap of fabric bearing the cousland crest. herbs and flowers which are useful or pretty. letters he hasn't read yet or needs to respond to.
