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((So basically due to bleh and poo reasons my brain has basically dribbled out of my ear and then reformed since the last time I was on here. Aside from get-anders and firstenchxnterorsino all my other threads are going to be dropped unless anyone is desperate for our thread to continue. Like this post if you want a new thread, submit the thread if you want it to carry on.))
DARP OC Week: Day 2 - Mental
Questions:
Whatâs your characterâs IQ (guess)? Are they smart? In what way? Do they value intelligence in themselves and others?- I actually looked up the average IQ of enlisted men for this. The average is 105~ and Iâd say Tan is a little more intelligent than that, perhaps 115/120. Zie isnât extremely intelligent, but is closer to average. Tan can think logically and is of generally sound mind, but zie isnât that smart compared to others. Intelligence isnât that important to zir- if anything, zie devalues the importance of the kind of intelligence zie is mocked by.
What languages can they speak/read/write? Common, a small amount of Orlesian and Tevene. (gotta know how to curse so everyone can understand)
Are they more left-brained or right-brained? Are they creative? Artistic? Musically inclined? Tan is not even slightly creative, artistic, or musical. Thereâs a potential that xie could have been, had zie ever been interested in anything other than violence. I suppose you could consider making love an art, the way Tan likes to do it...
Whatâs their education level? Where were they educated (if anywhere)? Do they pursue intellectual interests on their own? How do they learn (visually, kinesthetically, auditorially)? Tan was educated by the Chantry in as much as a Templar is educated. Zie has a base knowledge of most things (as I often say that I have an approximate knowledge of many things, but few specialisations.) Zie can read, and is interested in runecrafting, but aside from that doesnât find academia very attractive. Everything zie likes to learn is physical, excluding that.
Mental advantages and weaknesses? Tan is scared of losing zir memory over time and lyrium usage. Unreality is a big issue, obviously, because of that. A quick witted individual could easily confuse and disorient zir. Tanâs hatred of Mages, magic, and general academia could be considered a weakness. In terms of advantages, zir has a comprehensive knowledge of the geography of Thedas and is an excellent tactical advisor.
What do they think about, most often? What sorts of thoughts trouble them? What do they avoid thinking about? Fighting. Sex. Zie is... worryingly simple in terms of that. Mages worry Tan greatly, and are on zir mind often. Romance is a serious issue for zir.
Whatâs one subject they know a lot about? Proper axe wielding etiquette. And how to kill mages.
How good is their memory? Itâs... starting to not be as good as it used to be.
What sorts of things do they dream about at night? Do they have nightmares? Blue sparks and red lyrium and losing zir mind. Tan has nightmares every night.
Are they guided more by their head or their heart? How does that work for them? Are they a quick-thinker? By zir heart, in a sense. Logic is important to Tan, but zie often forgets about that when emotions are high. Zie is a fairly quick thinker.
DARP OC Week: Day 1 - Physical
Questions:
Is your character physically healthy? Do they have any physical disabilities? Any chronic illnesses (minor or major)? Allergies? How do they deal with them?
Tan is very physically healthy, aside from (as a Templar) the effects of a Lyrium addiction.
How do they deal with pain? With illness?
Zie tends to ignore illness as best zie can, but does moan a lot when injured. Tan doesnât like being immobile/unable to do something.
Do they have any scars? Physical flaws or imperfections? How do they feel about them?
Most noticeably, Tan has a 2-inch long, fairly deep scar under zir left eye. Itâs partially covered by zir facial tattoos. Zie has several others across zir body.
Is your character considered attractive? Do they consider themselves attractive? How do they feel about that?
Tanâs confident about zir appearance but not as much as Dorian? Quietly confident, at least. Zie thinks others do, but doesnât really care.
What is your characterâs diet like? How often do they exercise? How much sleep do they get per night?
Tan has a relatively healthy diet, exercises almost constantly, and gets fairly little sleep.
Whatâs the first thing other people notice about them?
Probably the large axe and facial tattoos.
Would they change anything about the way they look?
Nah.
How do they smell? What does their voice sound like?
Like dirt and sweat and a little bit of vanilla? Zie loves the smell of vanilla, it reminds zir of zir mother. Zie has quite a rough voice.
How do they dress? Any tattoos or piercings? Is fashion important to them?
Practically, most often in armour but in Skyhold, unless training, a simple tunic and tabbard. Zie has facial tattoos but no piercings.
What are their physical strengths and weakness? Are they strong? Fast? Agile? Graceful?
Tan is strong and fairly fast. Zie usually hacks with zir axe rather than anything graceful, bashing people with a giant shield. Zie almost looks unbalanced without them.
  He has moments like these. Moments when the stone walls of the hold reminds him he used to consider home, when the group of apostates remind of children he used to teach, the  flaming sword insignia reminds of people he used to hate, and then he canât breathe. Because he thinks, and then he remembers, and then he hurts, and itâs almost like heâs there again.Â
  So, he ran. Not far. Just out of the halls, away from the crowds, and where he would not see lingering eyes and gossiping lips. What he did barely qualified as running as well. It was more like hurried walking. Heavy, quick steps and rigid posture. Held breath beginning to claw inside of him and a back turned to everyone else so they thought everything was fine.
  Up a flight of stairs, straight to the battlements. For the sole purpose of being able to stare off into landscape, and remember heâs not in Kirkwall again. That what he feared the most had already happened, and he needed to heal. But itâs so hard to do when his wounds refused to close and bled so often.Â
  His robes billowed in the chilling mountain wind and the cold nipped at his nose, but he did not mind. His own mind was his prison now, and he paid no attention to the approaching person as he paced the battlements back and forth.Â
Tan often spent much of zir time on the battlements when zie wasnât training. It felt good to people watch, either the people who were entering the fortress or those already inside. Watching those sparring gave zir a better view on how they were doing, if there were any suggestions to make to Cullen. And, of course, to ensure the mages werenât causing trouble.
Most people used the battlements only as a way to quickly get from place to place, but as Tan arrived zie noticed the man pacing up and down. Vaguely recognising him as one of the mages, zie pulled a face. But, of course, zie wouldnât say anything. He was part of the Inquisition. Tan would get in an awful lot of trouble if zie did.
âBeautiful day. mm?â zie said, trying to make smalltalk. If zie had to put up with them, the least zie could do was be polite.
[[OKAY WE ONLY HAD THE ONE THREAD but I really like playing with zir so far. It's pretty easy to build a rapport for banter which is always a good quality for a character and I can see the potential for more interaction easily even with the little thread. I'm loving Tan!]]
I'm really interested in Tan, I'm looking forward to seeing where our threads go and how Atreus and Tan will interact
Her brows knit together in a judgmental glare.   Normal abilities âŠÂ
âDepends on where their allegiances lie.    How they treat other people.â Mihtriel returns, crossing her arms across her chest.
âTheir allegiances?â Tan queried.
âI try to treat people the way they treat me.â Zie said, shrugging a little. Not quite a lie- often mages saw the Templar symbol and either ran or attacked.
How am I doing with my character? Tell me in the askbox, and I'll publish it without comment.
    â i can dream. â being the youngest of the brood was hardly going to help that wish come true. â ahâ good, that theyâre still all right. youâre correct, though, theyâd find a way inâ politics is something of a family hobby, isnât it? canât say i enjoy it though. orlesian nobles arenât very hospitable. â
âIâve heard that,â Tan grumbled. âI have the feeling Iâll have to be careful to not cause an international incident,â zie grinned. âUnless youâd rather I did? I suppose youâre my boss now, hm?â
He raised a brow. Â âYouâre in charge and youâre thinking of what, streaking for the nobles? Â Half sure theyâre all gonna have heart attacks.â
âAt least then I wouldnât have to deal with them any more,â zie grinned conspiratorially at him, tugging at zir tunic. âAside from streaking, gotten up to much else lately?â
  Iâve been losing myself in                          ANGER
   So much broken by the                           RAGE
                            Nothing can take my mind off how to make them PAY
on giving in
Addiction is a strange thing. Some see it as a joke, that they need a certain food, a certain book, a certain person to survive. Some claim addiction to a taste, to a feeling.
To others it is... it is their everything, everything inside them that makes them exist. They become their addiction- they need it, whatever it is, all they are is that burning desire for the thing they need inside of them, the anger, the craving- they are the sum of their addiction and nothing else they could ever have been could ever matter more in the moment.
For some it is an ugly thing. Something that controls you, that you have no say over. It found you, and it holds you prisoner. Nothing can ever free those people from the jail they built for themselves. Their addiction coils in their bellies and eats them from the inside out, while they try to pretend they are not consumed by it. They can pretend- they can try.
There are a few who know it for what it is and fight it with every part of themselves. They see, they feel their weakness and they try to find any way, every way, to destroy it. It is always there, a voice in the back of their mind, trying to wear them down, whispering to them to just... let go, let it take them.
When they give in they become hollow. When, not if, because one day the end will always catch up to you, and it is never pretty. They're hollow, shades of themselves full up of empty promises and broken parts of what they used to be. It is not glorious. The dead are never glorious, and while they may still be standing can what they are really be called alive?
Then the blood pumping through your veins is full of the worst things in your mind and you can't stop it, can't make it stop, it won't stop it can't stop it's- it's all you are, all you need to be, it's such beautiful despair that you don't want it to stop. It's the opposite of perfection and the closest thing to it all at the same time.
Sometimes people manage to purge it from their blood but it still creeps in at the corners of your eyes and the tips of your fingers. It sings to you and when you ignore it, it screams at you, ugly cries that tell you it won't stop trying to break you unless you just give in. Just give in.
Addiction is a strange thing, but in the end, we all give in.
âWow, wow!â Thaewen let out, blinking at zir blankly. âI mean - my goodness, of all the- I heal people!â
âMm,â Tan grumbled. Zie hated the Inquisition, in a way. Allowing mages to roam free⊠It just wasnât right.
âWow, woooow, wow!â Thaewen let out as he looked over to the Inquisitor. âWhatâs zir problem?â he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
âJust donât get in my way again,â Tan stated, fingering zir axe slightly.
It was no secret that the âherald of andrasteâ enjoyed spending far more time in taverns than was probably becoming of someone who held such a title. Though, were you to ask her, it was simply words. Words were good for missives and treaties, not for day-to-day. Day-to-day, it was preferable to unwind with stories and drink. Which the tavern so readily provided.
At least, it usually did. Some of their resident mages had been coaxed in, to tell stories by the crackling fire and enjoy the ââ Ferelden brews, and simply drink away the woes of the day. Probably didnât seem the best idea, to let those susceptible to possession drink to their heartâs content, but Liana trusted the adults among them to know their own limits.
And if not? Well, the answer was comfortably unspoken. So long as the mages were safe and useful, they were welcome. Should they no longer be so safe, well⊠it was implied.
ââNo, No, donât worry,â Liana was assuring someone as the door opened, âHeâll be fine. Itâs just a table.â A table with several scorch marks on it, quite possibly the fault of the child whose shoulder the Inquisitor had her hand upon.
Entering to the sight of a scorched table, a nervous looking child, and several of the mages Tan had in fact assisted, at times, to âreclaimâ, zie almost felt like turning and walking out. Especially as it was the Inquisitor, sitting in the middle of it all.
Tan hated how free the mages seemed to be. Zie had been taught zir whole like that they were dangerous, that they could kill with only a gesture- and they had started the war back in Kirkwall, the rogue Apostate Anders blowing up the Chantry- the Chantry, a place of peace, of worship!
And the Inquisitor seemed to welcome them, allowing them such freedoms- letting them fight, letting them research further ways of causing horrific destruction, of murdering people. Of course, mages deserved their lives. They deserved something, but not- not this. Not walking around unchecked.
Yes, Meredithâs methods were somewhat over the top, and zie could see where the rebels were coming from- in zir time travelling round the Circleâs, not all of them could be considered safe for the mages-
But surely itâs better to keep everyone else safe, than even these children who could burn down a tavern?
âWhatâs going on here?â
inangaa said: âSome men consider their equals to be the only ones worth respect. I pay respect to those who deserve it, no matter their position.â
The elf curls her lip back slightly - grunting in discomfort.
âAnd what exactly are you parameters for who âdeservesâ your respect?â Mihtriel returns.
âWhether they work hard, with... normal abilities,â Tan said, raising a brow at her. âWhat about you? Do you give all comers your respect?â
âWow, wow!â Thaewen let out, blinking at zir blankly. âI mean - my goodness, of all the- I heal people!â
âMm,â Tan grumbled. Zie hated the Inquisition, in a way. Allowing mages to roam free... It just wasnât right.
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Thaewen scoffed as he moved to one side, staring and blinking in shock. âI-⊠urgh! Honestly! Some peopleâŠâ
âSome people have jobs to do. Actual, useful jobs,â Tan said, turning back to look at him. âAnd I donât appreciate it when people get in my way.â
