.: Friends with Death :.

I speak to the dead, and the dead listen. I discover fears and I use them. Death holds my hand and I am not afraid. [Indie Selective and non-private Dragon Age OC RP blog. Please read the rules and about before interaction!]

[magexkiller-blog]

⚔ Sɪɴᴄᴇ I sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴀɢᴏ, I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴍɪʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ. Tᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀsʜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇs ᴛᴏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴅᴀʏs.

⚔ Bᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ. Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ Aᴇʟɪᴀɴᴀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜʏ I ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ RPɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ Aɢᴇ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ.

                                         ✨(っ◔︣◡◔᷅)っc(◕︣◡◕᷅c)✨

@laetiitia ;; Sᴏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘғᴜʟ! Is ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴏʀ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴋ ʙᴏx. Hᴀs ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴍᴜsᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ.

@rivainisms ;; Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ sɪsᴛᴇʀ. Wᴇ ʙᴏɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ғᴇᴍɪɴɪsᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ʟɪғᴇ-ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟs ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs, AUs, ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪᴘᴘʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. Hᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ, ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴɢᴀɢɪɴɢ.

@excessvengeance ;; Tʜɪs ᴍᴜɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴜʟʟʏ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ AU ғᴏʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ/ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ. Hᴇ’s ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇs, ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏ.

@lucernimaevaris ;; Nᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪs ʜᴇʀ Mᴀᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏɴ Tᴜᴍʙʟʀ. Aʟᴡᴀʏs ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴏʀ ᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ sᴋʏᴘᴇ, ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ. I ᴀᴍ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ RPɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

@circlemageamell ;; Tʜɪs ᴍᴜɴ ɪs sᴏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ sʜᴏᴡs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ Wᴀʀᴅᴇɴ. Sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ, ᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀsʜ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ’s ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ.

                                                  ✨(ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc)✨

⚔ Oᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs (ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀsʜ) ɪs ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢ:

@kaivalya-the-elf ;; @sahlintalas ;; @conductorofstorms ;; @spcllsword ;; @isumnox ;; @magebehindtheblade ;; @aeluned ;; @xpariaah ;; @lyriuminked ;; @aureasadrisit ;; @theeternalsun

[magexkiller-blog]

….. The mage was the picture of decadence. He rivaled Aeliana in jewellery alone, but his beautiful silks were enough to make the King of Antiva envious. His tattooed skin added another layer of ornamentation and made the magekiller think of Rivaini dancers, who slithered behind veils to create illusions for their audience mostly in the hopes of swindling them out of coin.

Aeliana suddenly felt very plain and straightened her back as he rose, her voice steady and firm. She would not be intimidated by some pretty-boy mage with an expansive jewellery collection.

“Lucky for you then. A conversation is all I need.” She met his gaze, feeling distinctly as though he were analyzing her, learning her. He moved with cat- like grace unusual for a mage, his impossibly long hair shining in the candlelight.

“Blood magic claimed my mother.” She took a deep breath. It took all of her willpower to force herself to ask this of him, to admit that she needed his help.

“I want you to talk to her –                                           Find out who did it. –                                                                          So I can claim the mage who                                                                          bled her dry.” …..

[isumnox-blog]

.: Little would she know that half the things he held and wore were stolen - long kept neat and clean from years gone. Cyrcen valued his neatness, his heritage, even though it was one of suffrage and sadness. Still, he’s moved on and past that, eyeing her closely while she explains her case to him. The elf isn’t really moved by her reasoning - or at least the sentiment behind her explanation.  How he loved being a former slave and a prostitute - yet he still held this power over her.

“I see. Blood magic claims the lives of many - especially if a rogue apostate wields it with the wrong intentions.” Cyrcen drawls quietly, a pierced eyebrow rising.  He sits back and waits quietly.  Listening. “Reaching for a dead person is a dangerous feat. I would advise we don’t do it at Skyhold -- and I’d need more information on your mother as well.” Those violet eyes lock to her face, one hand perched delicately on his hip while he motions gently amongst the air with the other. “If you have any possession of hers - that will be of immense use. Again.... This sort of thing is dangerous, my dear. I am willing to aid you should you allow me.” Cyrcen tells her. A smirk plays at his lips - evidently loving the opportunity to take on this new challenge that has presented itself to him. :.

[isumnox-blog]

:// some cyrcens for ur soul

[isumnox-blog]

:// some cyrcens for ur soul

[isumnox-blog]

:// weird action pose go I was bored and out of the house yesterday so have this pen doodle of Cyrcen

[magexkiller-blog]

Aeliana almost laughed. Almost. But the mage had made two mistakes. The first was assuming that she gave a shit about the Inquisition. The second was calling her ‘d e a r’. Instead, she sneered and leaned against the wall behind her, waiting for him to finish insisting that he never used blood magic.

………. All these mage fucks use it.                                                      He’d be a fool to admit it. ………..

“Cute. A mage who likes to hear himself talk.” She examined her nails as if suddenly interested by the dirt that might be under them. “I’ve never seen that before.”

But she was pleased with his answer. Aeliana Avitus had no interest in blood magic. She really had no interest in magic at all. She merely needed to know if it was possible. If she could ever again see…                         Mater.            Mother. Her fellow slaves had used to tell stories. Stories of mages who could revive the dead, make them live once more. Everyone seemed to know someone to whom this miracle had been gifted, but none could say they’d seen the act firsthand. Or what it might involve.                                        Or what might come back.

She chose to ignore his third mistake.                                                              “So it can be done. Without                                                                                                  blood magic?”

[isumnox-blog]

.: His lips twitch - the smallest smirk breaking his usual demeanor if only for a brief moment. Of course I’m cute, dear. I’m  g o r g e o u s. “I don’t like to listen to myself talk - “ He moves, standing and motioning gently and smoothly while the silks he wears cascade across his skin,  “ - but I do love to converse with others.” His eyes flash. Just like the next - he’d unveil her fears whether she wanted them to be exposed or not. His hair tickles his ankles, gold earrings and jewelry tinkling against his ears and his skin. Cyrcen drags a tongue across sharp canines before biting his lower lip.

“It can be done. I do not use blood magic, love - I’ve studied this art for years.” He returns, eyeing her closely. What exactly did she desire out of him? “My methods are different. I don’t use the dead as my weapon, though as I’ve said -- I do love having conversations with them.” He hums, tilting his head. :.

[isumnox-blog]

:// Just a little PSA that if I’ve upset you, made you feel bad - anything at all, please tell me. I am NEVER intentionally mean or rude. Cyrcen might be, but I’m not. A lot of things that aren’t spoken verbally can be misconstrued as far as context is concerned, but I promise I never speak or reply with intent to harm. I love you all - but please don’t be afraid to confront me. I don’t like to let these things sit and simmer, you know?

[auntshoe]

But we are not men.

Women of the Tevinter Imperium

[notquiteamagister]

Tevinter Social Classes: An Explanation

As per request or some people, I, Dorian Pavus, have taken it upon myself to explain certain elements of the Imperium. You’re welcome.

Tevinter social classes are divided into three levels.

Soporati

All common citizens of the Imperium without magic are part of the Soporati class.

Mainly human 

Allowed to own property and serve in Tevinter’s military

no real power in nation’s governance and cannot receive a rank higher than Mother or Father in the Imperial Chantry

HOWEVER, when a Soporati family produces a child with magic, they are allowed entry to the Laetens class and therefore have a higher social standing.

The Soporati and ruling mage classes exist in a state of tension due to the inequality of their standings in society.

Laetans

The next highest social level is that of Laetans

Mages born into families that have shown no magical ability until that point OR  families who have been mages for generations but have no relation to the Altus class. 

One third of the Tevinter Archons through out history have been from this social class.

Altus

Yours truly is from this class.

Altus mages are said to be descendants of dreamers or magisters who could speak to the Old Gods in the Fade.

Even though the Old Gods are no longer worshipped, the descendants of these powerful mages are still held in high esteem and are some of the highest ranking mages in the Imperium.

The majority of magisters belong to the Altus class.

I am not a magister

There was a time in that this class was scorned for their ‘part in creating the Blight’ *a story for another time, Inquisitor, and do NOT give me that look when you read this.* and so many of these Altus mages were slain during the period of which the Imperium became Andrastian.

Since then, the Altus mages have returned to the top of the social classes. Naturally.

Although not considered a class, but a subclass of society, the Liberati also exists.

Liberati

not considered citizens

emancipated slaves

limited rights

can serve as an apprentice in trade

may own property

cannot join the military

no say in governance

Liberati, particularly elves, who demonstrate magical ability are allowed to join the Circle of Magi and the lowest rungs of mage society. This also applies to the children of the magical slaves, creating a sense of ‘meritocracy’.

Even though gifted elven mages show talent, there is still an element of racism that stops them from being seen as a fellow mage.

[isumnox-blog]

:// Reminder -- Cyrcen sounds like this and he cAN SING. 8)))

[rebelliontales-blog]

   ‘okay, that’s creepy.’ she wouldn’t see it as ‘terrifying’ the     living, it would be a harmless prank; however, exposing     their fears was completely okay? head would shake as     if she gives up, necromancer in general just scared her. 

     ‘I was just thinkin’ of a harmless prank, not tryin’ to            EXPOSE anythin’.’

[isumnox-blog]

.: “Of course you’d deem it... Creepy.” Cyrcen sighs, rolling his eyes. His tone is bored - settling back slightly to adjust his hood.

“I’m not much for pranks, I’m afraid.” The elf replies. “Though if you had something interesting in mind I’m sure I could put my skills to good use, love.”:.

[isumnox-blog]

:// also cyrcen was a slave. he was a prostitute. he’s by no means an altus.

[isumnox-blog]

[2/29/16 12:31:48 AM] 💕 ᴊᴀcᴋ. : i love how people neglect to remember he's in like… underwear and thin purple silks/veils when he's lounging in his room [2/29/16 12:32:00 AM] 💕 ᴊᴀcᴋ. : like - u just burst into a tattooed, naked ass pale elf [2/29/16 12:32:07 AM] 💕 ᴊᴀcᴋ. : have fun

[isumnox-blog]

{ @magexkiller } { Continued from Here }

.: He sighs, an increasingly irritated look on his face finally turning to stare her down. He’s not worried, nor is he intimidated -- he has no reason to be.

“Dear.” Cyrcen replies, rolling his shoulders. He’s completely exposed -  yet truly wondering how she isn’t distracted by his distinct lack of clothing.  “You may attempt to kill me, but I’ve done nothing but aid the Inquisition. I’ve helped scouts determine locations of rifts and potential demon hot-spots -- and I’ve never used a lick of blood magic in my entire life.” His accent pricks at his words, watching her with a furious curiosity. “As for what I am able to do, yes. I can raise the dead, love. I like to focus more on the fears of the living, however -- lucky for you I’m not interested in studying yours.” He flicks a hand, fingers skimming over the cover of his journal as he closes it delicately. “Why have you come to see me? As I’ve said before - I’m not interested in blood magic.” Cyrcen adds. :.

[isumnox-blog]

Motherfucker I’ll be back from the dead soon - -

                                                 Selective || Non-Private || Rules                                                                written by Grace.

      - - I’ll be watching from the center of the hollow moon.

[isumnox-blog]

:// I’d love it if y’all sent some memes, tagged me in starters, etc -- I just have so much love for Cyrcen and I would die for more interactions.

[isumnox-blog]

.: “If you like me then you should meet my complete ray of sunshine, adorable as all get out b o y f r i e n d.” :.

WILL SMITH POSES AT ENOS ;;; @isumlux