HELLO. For that character description ask meme: 1 for Silver, 10 for Emma, 13 for Eren, 16 for Lux and because I'm annoyingly attracted to Rexus, 20: What's he like when he spots someone he boutta make a move on?
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1. Silver
Them as a child
Much different than he is now. Always somewhat on the small side (he is 5’9” as an adult), thick black shoulder-length hair he would wear in a partial ponytail. Aeolus Thrasidius, his mother’s husband and his presumed father, was compassionate but almost constant busy, while his mother, Titania Sisenna, was distant and uninterested, leaving him to entertain himself more often than not and nearly constantly bored - and quite bitter and snarky about it. He was never blatantly unkind, but not exactly the type to speak up on behalf of someone being mistreated, either. Manifested magic at about six or seven, just like he was supposed to, sent to study at the Circle of Magi in his hometown of Carastes and did just enough to be considered passable. He was always intelligent enough to have done better, but never interested enough to put in the effort. That was really sort of defining about his childhood: he was more concerned with his own satisfaction with life than anything else. He felt forced to be interested in things that he was expected to be interested in, wanted desperately to cultivate his own interests instead, but never really bothered to figure out what those are.
10. Emma
Their interactions with an enemy/rival
Depends on the kind of enemy or rival, really, and her assessment of the best way to deal with them. She’ll kill an enemy on sight and without a second thought if she hasn’t determined they’ll be useful to her in some way. If it’s someone like...say, Cassandra, or Cullen, who she is not fond of based on them being, as Templars or Templar-adjacent, complicit in the Tranquility of others, or Emery Roscrow, the Chantry-employed nemesis of her and Lux’s work pre-Inquisition to retrieve artifacts for a university professor, she is mostly avoidant. If their interaction does nothing constructive for her, she would prefer not to interact at all. She’s quiet, cold, and unwelcoming, and very, very blunt about her desire not to interact with them if pressed.
13. Eren
Them in formalwear
Terribly grouchy and uncomfortable. Eren hates things that are made for aesthetic purposes rather than utilitarian ones, and formalwear is almost invariably aesthetic. Where are the pockets? How is he supposed to have his pipe in case he needs it, which he inevitably will if he needs to be in a formal environment for longer than a certain amount of time? It offers little to no protection at all. What is the point of embellishments? Does it really need so many sashes? He realizes it is the way it is to make a particular impression on whoever sees it, but...an impression based on how he looks is not one he is interested in making.
16. Lux
Them sleepy
Lots of nodding off and snapping awake, leaning against things and realizing he shouldn’t, soft contented sighs and grumpy “I don’t wanna fall asleep though” groans. Big, loud yawns. Fluttering eyes. Fidgeting more than usual to try to stay awake and getting irritated when it doesn’t work. Slapping himself on the cheeks. Pacing around halfway to keep himself awake and halfway to find a good spot to lay down.
20. Rexus
When he sees someone he’s going to make a move on
Subtle, but quite a bit less so than he thinks. Not that this is any different than how he always is, but he oozes a sort of carefree confidence - strong “I’ll get what I want, just you wait” vibes. Throwing glances around for a believable scenario in which to appear smooth when he does make his move, looking uninterested to onlookers but using body language and changes in his expression and his voice to convey to his intended that he is, in fact, very interested.
Character Description Meme: 13. Them in formalwear
(I picked Saovani, my Inquisitor, for this one,because she actually has a lot of emotions about formalwear. Aaand I got carried away and this became a tiny ficlet.)
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Her fingertips stray over the fabric –hesitant, barely brushing the surface – and she grits her teeth, frustratedwith her own uncertainty. She remembers this.She had dresses before she was taken, before the slave collar was clamped around her neck: fancy things to wear for a night at theopera, or when her mother was throwing some kind of party to court favour withMoffs or Darths. And it’s not even all that different to her robes, it’s longand purple and it billows dramatically – so it makes no sense that she tucked her head into her shoulders and lowered her eyes the moment she put it on.
She draws in a breath. Clenches the skirt tightin her hands. She’s lying to herself: she knows exactly why she’s doing this. It’s because slaves are invisible, slaves arenothing, and they must never have beautiful things that make them stand out.
Saovani uncurls her fingers, draws in a breath,and stands straighter. Lifts her chin. Makes sure that her body is poised, like it is when she’s in her robes. Lets herselfadmire the fall of the dress, and the way it complements her eyes andhair.
And suddenly she’s laughing, because the womanin the mirror is a million light-years away from the frightened girl in theslave collar, and quite frankly, she looks stunning. She looks like everything she never believed she could be. Her shoulders are loose again, and she spins in a slow circle and laughs harder,suddenly loving the grace with with which the fabric floats about her.
She is allowed to be beautiful. She will notfear being seen.
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Bold which applies to your OC:
BODY
Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
HEIGHT
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Arm tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. Wrist tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.
COSMETICS
Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up. No make-up.
SCENT
Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey if she’s been kissing a certain spy. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.
I'd really like to see 13 for Kit, even though I suspect she'd kill me, and 3 for Tristen, because I've been curious about that for a while and I wonder if it's something to do with where he got his general manner from.
I hope these “little drabbles” are interesting enough answers (and I can’t promise that Kit won’t try to kill someone for this).
13: In formalwear - This gets a scene from a potential future plot point that may never happen but is an excellent excuse to get everyone dressed up.
Michal rolled his shoulders as he waited in the foyer outside the dining hall. The fit on this borrowed jerkin was impressive given that it had been made for someone else entirely, but the original owner could have done with broader shoulders. At least he only had to wear the thing for the duration of dinner. He trusted he could overcome the constraints of the fabric enough to lift a fork.
Tristen, spirits curse him with leaky boots, wore his borrowed finery as if it had been made specially for him by the most skilled tailor in three kingdoms. The color even suited him, a deep charcoal grey embellished with silver that made his grey-shot beard look dignified. Michal’s jerkin, on the other hand, was an odd shade of sun-faded blue. Entirely at ease in garments that weren’t trying to shackle him, Tristen made polite conversation with their host until it was time to go in to dinner.
Rustling heralded the approach of the other dinner guests, the ladies they had been waiting to escort to dinner. Cati looked entirely at home in a flowing gown of gold and ivory, broad skirts sweeping gracefully along the hall. Her vibrant red hair had been pinned up with matching gold and ivory combs, forming a bright splash of color against the pale gown. Genna wore a less elaborate dress in a spring shade of green, white linen puffing out of the sleeves. Her long auburn hair had been left down, wrapped with matching green ribbons.
And the prince’s staff had performed a minor miracle. Kit was wearing a dress.
The rose fabric draped in a wide neckline that clung to her muscled shoulders, with decorative ties attaching broad, belled sleeves that flared around her hands. The trained skirt had been hemmed for someone shorter, brushing around her ankles rather than sweeping the floor. Her hair, at least, had been left in its familiar tight braid, with the token addition of a pink silk flower that looked rather lost.
The prince greeted Cati with his usual flowery compliments and charm, and Michal gritted his teeth into something that might resemble a polite smile to someone not looking closely. Tristen offered Genna an arm to escort her in to dinner, elegant and poised as always.
Kit stood awkwardly as the others moved towards the large doors, her back stiff and eyes darting. Michal stepped to her side, stifling the training that told him to bow; she would only take the respect as mockery. There was no need to fight his smile, though. “You look…” Lady Maeve would have rapped his knuckles if she heard him finish that with anything less complimentary than “lovely”. Most women, when nervous at a formal event, wanted flattery that would bolster confidence to carry them through the uncomfortable evening. But he and Kit had always founded things on being able to trust one another, so he finished honestly. “… miserable.”
And she did, standing uncomfortably in this unfamiliar place. At High Coast, she’d at least been allowed to dress as a hunter, to be herself and visibly out of place. Here, they’d tried to dress her up like she belonged, which only emphasized how very much she didn’t. Her muscles were all tensed, ready to either spring or split seams; perhaps she’d been dressed in loose sleeves for a reason. The tension in her shoulders ran all the way down beneath those draping sleeves, ending in a tightly clenched hand.
At Michal’s candor, her look of wide-eyed panic became tinged with relief, and she leaned close, hissing in a desperate whisper, as if it weren’t obvious, “I hate this.”
Of course she hated it, being among strangers, vulnerable and exposed and unarmed. Except… Michal’s gaze returned to that clenched hand. “You have a dagger up your sleeve.” He shouldn’t be surprised, yet part of him somehow was.
She twitched her arm, as if to hide it behind her back. “They wouldn’t let me wear a sword.”
Like that was sufficient justification for coming to his highness’s dinner with a knife up her sleeve. Of course, for Kit, it might be. Whoever had decided it was a good idea to force her into a dress rather than letting her wear her leathers deserved the consequences, and she probably wouldn’t stab anyone over dinner. At least not fatally.
For Cati or Genna, Michal would have offered his arm like the prince and Tristen had done, escorting a delicate lady as a knight should. But this was Kit. She was no delicate lady, and she’d never been impressed by his knighthood. Instead, he held out a hand palm up, for her to take as partners. She accepted it, gripping his fingers as tightly as the dagger hilt in her other hand.
He leaned in, hoping to tease some color into her pale cheeks. “You’ll be fine. It’s only dinner. I’m sure no one invited spriggans or korrigan.”
It didn’t work, her response coming through gritted teeth. “I’d prefer the spriggans.”
Michal grinned, gesturing at the dress. “Not wearing that, you wouldn’t. Those sleeves are not made for sword fighting.”
With one final glare down at the lovely rose fabric, Kit tightened her grip on his hand, drew her spine rigidly straight, and stepped over the threshold into the dining hall.
For something completely different, we now have...
3: Their parents
Picture a pair of portrait miniatures, enclosed in simple frames, just the right size to fit in the palm of a hand. The brushwork is finely done, clear detail and perhaps a good likeness, as well.
The man’s hair is iron grey, as is his beard. The hair just brushes the standing collar of his black doublet, while the beard is closely trimmed and well kept. His eyes are so dark a grey as to be nearly black. The lines painted into his face suggest a man who would dismiss an artist for poor accuracy rather than failure to flatter. His expression is serious but not grim, and his painted face bears both a lined forehead and crinkles around the corners of his eyes. He gazes straight out of the portrait, eyes meeting those of the viewer in a forthright manner. Not sneering or challenging, but definitely assessing. His shoulders are squared, and there is authority in his pose.
The woman has a wealth of long hair, pinned up and cascading down, jet black with streaks of silver run through it. Her brown eyes hold warmth, and her burgundy-stained lips curve into a gentle smile. The lines around her eyes and mouth are detailed as clearly as her husband’s, if more joyful, the painter again refusing to flatter the subject with less than honest truth. She wears a gown of warm red, as welcoming as a hearth fire, and a garnet set in gold rests at her throat. It is impossible to say whether she is beautiful, but she is a woman of presence and strength.
The miniature case itself has been gone for many years, and the portraits with it. But the images still appear before Tristen’s eyes from time to time, late at night when sleep eludes him. He’s no longer confident that the faces he sees in his mind’s eye are accurate to the art, the details blurred through years of malleable memory. Even so, he knows their features as well as his own, better perhaps as reflective surfaces are rare in the wilds.
It’s unsettling the day that Tristen realizes he’s older than his father was when that portrait was drawn, older than his father was the last time they spoke. Older than his father was when everything fell apart. How has he gotten so old? How has he passed so many years with so little to show for it?
I’m sorry, father. You raised me better than this. The fault, as always, is mine.
1, 4, and 19 from the character descriptions for Emma? 👀
YES thank you for asking about m’girl!
1. Them as a child
Quiet, studious, focused, patient, obedient, and polite. Fluffy brown curls and lots of freckles. Not particularly interested in pets. Aloof, considered quite strange despite good manners. No real friends, no attempt to make any. Only reciprocated affectionate gestures, never initiated. Well suited to tasks presented to her with a defined goal or purpose, always asked for the purpose of a task if not immediately given one. Valued collecting knowledge, and spent copious amounts of time copying (see what I did there :P) books she borrowed in her own hand to keep them around despite near-eidetic memory. Minimalist and organized, and not prone to keeping things out of sentimentality.
4. Their laugh
Not so much a laugh as a “scoff while vaguely smiling”. She gets a tight-lipped, almost mischievous smile on her face and just like...blows air out her nose, and that’s her laughing. Never much more than that, and certainly not a big belly laugh. It’s a good, good way to know that she really likes someone, if she’s amused enough by something they said or did to do this.
19. Them drunk
Tactile, even more so than usual, and unusually talkative. Sleepy. Cuddly. It enhances her tendency to sit weirdly in weird places. Significantly more outgoing, interested in people, and less concerned with everything she does having a purpose. All temporarily, though, since alcohol exacerbates her headaches, so she rarely drinks enough to get drunk. It’s more trouble than it’s worth, and she doesn’t see much point in it.
For the character description meme, could you do 5 for Orsaermo?
5. Theircrying
He draws in his shoulders the minute they startto shake. Presses his chin against his neck, brings his arms tight against hissides. One hand clamps down over his mouth, and his eyelids press themselvesshut.
It’s as if he could trap his grief by pullinghis body inwards, stop it from escaping into the world. As if he can feel lesspain if he muffles the sound and freezes the movement. After all, hasn’t hecried enough? A century of losses, of outliving the ones he loved – shouldn’the have learned to keep quiet by now? To let the grief settle inside him, andmove on?
Once the urge to scream has faded, he lets his muscles relax again. He brings his hand from his face, opens his eyes, and stands completely still and straight. Motionless,expressionless, he lets the last few tears work their way down his face, and is silent.
"Them several years past their main adventure" for an OC of your choice <3
Hmm let’s go with my girl!
After settling in Kirkwall with Eren following the Exalted Council, Emma Sparrow devotes a significant amount of time after the Inquisition is disbanded to working with newly cured Tranquil mages.
When Cassandra first approached her with her intent to cure willing Tranquil mages, Emma was...not enthusiastic. The circumstances of her own Tranquility and its subsequent reversal are quite different than those of Circle Tranquil, but she’s also well aware the only reason she was able to adjust as well as she was after spending fifteen years cut off from the Fade was the guidance and support of her adoptive father and her mentor. A great many mages had been Tranquil for a long time, making their reversals that much more dangerous, and Emma’s experience, patience, and expertise proved invaluable. With her help, a lot of cures were successful that otherwise wouldn’t have been.
