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they will ask too much of you, starve you to the bone and beat you to the ground, break your ribs and nose and pull out your teeth. but you still do their work. and you will claw at their bones until they crumble, until you can see the sun again. and then you will run.

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infamante.

“i’m not going to die from stress just beacuse i don’t   water a few plants every now and then.” in fact, he seems   almost offended by the suggestion. he doesn’t bother to look   up at him ( as if he could even make eye contact from down   here– maker. ) rather keeps his gaze firmly fixed on fretting   hands “why are you concerned? do i look incapable?”

    “ if you keel over and die in the middle of writing a letter, that’s     your own fault. don’t say i didn’t warn you, inquisitor. ” it’s said     almost jokingly, bordering on the edge of hostile. the inquisitor     is, alas, no more than a child – shouldered with a burden aban     isn’t quite sure he understands. the qunari offers a shorter shrug.     “ not incapable. just young. ”

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spookypyromancy.

        “Aban-ataash? …I hope I pronounced that right. It’s a nice name,” His home didn’t really paint a very positive picture of Qunari, but all the years spent outside of the walls of Minrathous certainly proved to open his mind to all sorts of people. The mind of a bigot was a small one, they said, yet all the prejudice and fear still clung to the back of his mind like a leech he could not easily pull off. The mage folded his arms, craning his head to get a proper look at the giant. “And I don’t get to meet many Qunari nor Wardens. I can cross it off my bucket list, now,” He chuckled. “I actually considered joining the Wardens, back when I was a…well, a slave. It was one of my last resorts if I didn’t get my freedom, even if it isn’t a glamorous life, it’s still a life.” 

    “ aban works – aban-ataash is the official warden title, and     adding on raas only makes it longer. ” does anywhere truly     paint a good picture of qunari? he can’t keep count of how     many times he’s been called an oxman or a variation of other     slurs simply because of height, horns, grey skin. aban had wished     to be human, if only things were easier, once upon a time.     but he doesn’t quite mind it, now. his height scares most,     and intimidates others. a smirk crosses his lips, arms crossing     over a surprisingly narrow chest. “ if you had joined when i     did, you likely would’ve changed your mind. the wardens are…     an interesting bunch. but you’ve made it this far, so i suppose     you should be considering your last resort far from needed, now. ”

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vcshoth.

        ASALA. Soul. A name pleasing to the ears— particularly for a tongue         as coarse as Qunlat often was. VICTORY. There sounds a word she         remembered her companions of the Valo-Kas shouting across the field         when engaged in battle. In fact, she had roared the word many times         before. It must be a glorious thing, being referred to by the name of         Victory.

    ❝ Two names they can be proud to bear. Interesting though, for all three         of you to have joined the Wardens. I am pleased to have you here now,         in any event, Aban-Ataash.            I do. His name is Talan. He’s younger         by four years. He never liked being reminded of that… — ❞

    “ a good name for one i assume is a good man, ” aban quips in     turn, the words on his tongue before he can stop them. being     the middle child has forced him to resort to witty words and     a sharp mind, one useful enough to pick locks and set upon     enemies like prey. “ you seem to be a a good woman, i’d hope.     but—yes. we all joined after the blight in ferelden. almost died. ”

    not quite a memory he likes to relive.

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Protective Starters: “And let you get yourself killed?”

protective starters.

   there’s bloodcoating his armor, slicking up his blades, hands stained    red. aban’s teeth click as he snapshis jaw shut; it’s almost as if it were    wired into one single joint. He hasnothing to say save for a shrug, not    until the words can put themselves inhis mouth to be spit out. “ i’d    say that as long as the inquisitorlives, it’s a worthy cause. ”

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“Fear and anger only make it grow faster.”

studio ghibli.

    “it? what is it? ” words spoken ofcuriosity to the younger hawke     sibling, the champion of kirkwall’ssister. aban’s not quite solid     on his feelings about that, at leastnot yet. but he’s never been     very good at this entirephilosophical ordeal, anyways. “ i’m afraid     i don’t have any idea what you’retalking about. ”

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“These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares.”

studio ghibli.

    aban isn’t quitesure if he should be surprised by the inquisitor’s     tone or not, and yet here he is,listening to her preach about dead     bodies and ghosts and other thingsaban-ataash doesn’t believe in.     but she’s an elf, and his commander,so the rogue simply nods his     head. “ no one will thank us,warden-commander. no one will care. ”

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qunarift.

++ @seadevours

      AND HE TIMIDLY approaches, albeit a goofy grin of admiration curls his lips upwards.  Hands behind his back, he clears his throat to grab the other Qunari’s attention. Okay, here goes:

             ❝Hello— You’re one of the Qunari Wardens to join the Inquisition,                                                         aren’t you?❞ 

     AND HE FEARED that if he looked at the latter’s clothing, he’d find Warden memorabilia pinned to his clothing and he’d look idiotic for asking.  So, rather than waiting for a reply [which would have been the polite thing to do] he chatters nervously.

             ❝Your siblings are Wardens too— Do you have a group name for              yourselves? Such as Qunari ‘Quake. I’m sure you shake the Earth                                     in battle, since you’re all so big— Oh.❞  

     AND THAT SOUNDED rude. Oh no.

   the first thing that comes to mind upon meeting the inquisitor for the first    time is that he is shorter than aban by a foot. which is strange, because    that means anaan would easily be two feet taller than their mighty leader.    brows raise, although not out of expectation or hostility, only… well,    amusement might be the best word for it. a slow smile spreads across    his lips in an unconscious attempt to soothe the apparent nerves, although    it becomes far more real when he hears the joke. “ i think you’d need to    have a word with my sister on that. she gets control over the names of our    little group, i’m afraid. i’m sure if you told her you wished to join the qunari    ‘quake, though, she’d allow it. ”  jokes are easy. actual conversation is hard.

   the warden offers a hand out to shake. “ aban-ataash, senior grey warden,    and currently indebted to the inquisition. and to you, it seems. ”

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@dragonhuntcr.

   aban-ataash isn’t quite sure of what to think about the seeker’s sister,    not yet. he doesn’t know enough about the seeker herself to say anything    of any particular importance. all he knows are single words: dragons,    death, and something about orlesian… something. but still, the qunari    males a valorous attempt at companionship, sticking out a hand to     shake. “ aban. you are? ”

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daughterofbard.

❦ —·He’s rather fond of you. Were she still a young girl, Sigrid’s cheeks might have flushed at the mention of someone being even the slightest·infatuation with her. A girl no longer ( not ever in, the reality of things ), the mage leaned heavily against her staff, and gave a warm smile to the great·Warden before her.·

“ Fondness does not always directly relate to romance, if that is what you mean. As for my knowledge of Grey Wardens, I know that they –– that you –– are all valiant warriors. Although I do not care for violence, I can respect honourable fighters. ”

     none of them are youthful, not anymore -- he wishes, but it simply cannot be.      long past are the years of spry muscles and sly jokes -- aged beyond his time,      aban sees the world for what it is: cruel.

    “ valiant? not all. most of us don’t want to go anywhere near the deep roads.      not myself, of course. i am as courageous as they come. but you are well      respected -- or so i hear. ”

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ok, well, i’m working on starters i owe... so if you also want one, like this.

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daughterofbard.

❦ —· “ Does he, now? I should hope that my skills are adequate enough, given my craft. I simply do what I can, Ser. There are some with more experience and skill than I. But I must say that it is the Wardens whom I admire. ”

      “ are you just saying that, or do you actually know something about       the wardens? ” brows quirk upwards for only a mere moment, and       aban is almost tempted to roll his eyes. “ yes. he’s rather fond of       you, i think. fawns all over you. ”

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cracking stone, cracking bone.

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“ i can’t not care about you ”

worried sentences.

     there’s the twitch of muscle, and then tongue and teeth bared like     some sort of predator – and aban looks at her, so small and fragile,     and is fully well aware that he could snap her in two despite his lack     of brute strength. he towers over her. bright eyes soften into something     beyond just – whatever this is, and instead turns into gentler.

     “ i’m aware. but don’t turn this into something it shouldn’t be. ”

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     aban has to deal with his mother’s genes in that his hair, at a certain length, gets very curly and can be hard to disentangle -- which is why it is kept in a short mohawk a large majority of the time. it is impractical in the field to have hair that gets caught on everything, and attracts anything ranging from sticks to leaves to, on some occasions, bugs. as a result, he often asks one of his siblings to trim it down so it remains manageable. on the rare occasions that it does grow out, aban keeps it pulled back in a tight knot or combed out using coconut oil from antiva & various expensive hair products from orlais.

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16 & 20!

What gave you the inspiration for your muse?

I’ve always really liked the idea of Wardens not really wanting to live that kind of life that they’re given? And then I kind of took that and ran with it, and multiplied that sort of business x10. Aban is interesting to me because he’s not totally aggressive, and he does have a softer side he doesn’t mind showing, but for the most part it’s not a front, it’s just how his brain works, if that makes sense? He doesn’t think before speaking, and I really like those kinds of characters who have to go back and apologize for their own mistakes, y’know?

How did you choose their name?

I chose Aban-Ataash because that kind of sums his character up? Unchanging like the sea, but still reveling in the glory he receives from being a Warden. Although it’s not really clear if he picked that for himself, or if his parents named him that. His full name is technically Aban-Ataash Raas, which is a joke between Hades, Ares, and I – Aban and his siblings’ parents weren’t sure about their last name, so their mother was like ‘pick something!’ and their father went with ‘Raas’, which literally means something. It’s just a little joke.

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What made you choose your muse?

Well, Hades brought up the idea of a Vashoth Grey Warden – and then I proposed the idea of Vashoth Warden siblings, and then it kind of just happened. We developed the characters through skype and then eventually typed up backstories and all that fun stuff, so… here we are. I like seeing bitter and angry characters get to grow beyond just being bitter and angry, so that’s why Aban is the way he is.

Do you have any roleplaying pet peeves?

When people don’t read about pages and assume shit about characters – I always make it a point to go over other folks’ about pages as many times as I can and revisit if I’m not sure about something, or just ask. But I’ve noticed (especially in DARP) that most folks glaze over rules and info pages just to get to write with the other person, and it really hurts, I guess? Like, gee, thanks for not taking the five minutes it would’ve spent to just learn about my character and who they are and making assumptions, and then blaming me when I get angry for you saying shit about my character that makes it obvious you didn’t read my about. Thanks.