Just had the dangerous realisation that here, of all places, I can share my random OC musings and Dragon Age thoughts/rambles
Anyway...
I was rambling to my gf last night about how, for me, Lost Elf Theme will always be my Lavellan's theme, not Solas' (idrc if this is silly and self-absorbed, it's just my experience) but I got to thinking about how, even tho I'm not a fan of Solas, my Lavellan did look up to him, and they were friends. And my Lavellan was sooo young when he got thrust into the Inquisition...and I can't help but feel like Solas may have seen his younger self in him.
Like...this young, idealistic but terrified Dalish mage boy, suddenly given so much responsibility and power. Trying so hard to do "the right thing" and use his power for good at every turn. He has so many ideas and so much passion, and slowly over time, he gets worn down more and more, all these voices from all different directions influencing him and criticizing him. He gets harsher, more reserved, tries to become more objective.
But he's still him, he's still just a young man, a man in love too, a man who wants to help his people, and his friends and his found family.
And he holds on to everything, he doesn't disband the Inquisition, he still thinks they could do something, and....when he confronts Solas...he retains some of his softness.
Can you imagine Solas being confronted with that? This young elf who has been so trodden on by the world already, who just had his worldview shattered, who Solas knows has so much rage hidden inside...still trying to convince his 'friend'? Imagine seeing the hurt and disappointment in the eyes of someone who used to see you as a mentor figure of sorts, who used to listen to your stories with wide eyes and pricked ears.
My first ArtFight attack on @elfsidian! Jamor was so fun to draw and helped getting me back into drawing. I apologize if his vallaslin isn’t red, I’m terrible with colors and didn’t want to look him weird. I may draw him again though!
To learn more about Jamor Lavellan: https://www.tumblr.com/elfsidian/647389725364305920/about-jamor-lavellan
Abilities/Talents: A mage with a particular affinity for fire based and healing magics. He also likes to draw and paint, only unfortunately this ability is hindered after losing his left hand. He is extremely empathetic and intuitive, though this can sometimes be a curse as much as a blessing. He also loves reading, and learned how at a young age, with a particular fascination in history.
Religion: While Jamor is open-minded to most possibilities, he did strongly believe in his elven creators for most his life. His beliefs were totally shattered by what he later learned in Trespasser, and he is now uncertain and skeptical towards most things
Languages: Common tongue, Elvhen (he gets by), and is slowly learning bits of Tevene from Dorian
Family: His mother was a member of Clan Lavellan, and was, for a time, with a city elf/elf-blooded (still working thru this part lmao), who turned out to...not be a good person let’s say. She had a few children - Jamor being the oldest - with him before the Clan pulled her away from the situation. But Jamor felt a sense of responsibility to all the children in the Clan, the few of them there were at any given time.
Friends: Jamor never really had friends outside of his Clan until the Inquisition. He mostly liked to be alone, or with animals, which he has a sort of affinity with. He got along well with most members of the Inquisition, though Josephine, Cassandra and Varric are his closest friends. He is close to and protective of Cole, and always had a sort of admiration for Leliana and Solas. While both were good friends, there was always something about them that Jamor didn’t trust, especially Solas. While he did grow closer to Leliana, he turned out to be right about Solas. And of course, he was good friends with Dorian before their relationship became romantic.
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bi-/pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other
Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating/ IT’S COMPLICATED
Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent
Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other
Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other
Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other
Height: 5′3 / 163cm
Weight: (Admittedly, I haven’t really thought about this, but let’s say around) 56kg?
Scars: Some scars on his right cheek, from the battle with Corypheus. Some few scars on his chest, and a few faint ones on his hips. His hands and forearms are often scarred and burned, mostly from childhood mishaps with fire magic.
Facial Features: The easiest way to explain his nose is somewhere between a Greek and Nubian nose, think Greek nose but with a wider base, I guess? His rounded, slightly hooded eyes are a little downturned and framed with thick, long lashes. He has a warm complexion with a few moles scattered about. His lips have a pronounced cupid’s bow and fuller lower lip. Heart shaped face with a strong jawline.
Tattoos: In a deep red ink, Jamor has the Vallaslin of Falon’Din. (I know I want him to have more, but I haven’t thought about it in much detail yet, need time to flesh out ideas more ^^)
{𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒}
Dogs or Cats?
Birds or Hamsters? (Can I swap that for rats and rabbits? >u<)
Snakes or Spiders?
Red or Blue?
Yellow or Green?
Black or White?
Coffee or Tea?
Ice Cream or Cake?
Fruits or Vegetables?
Sandwich or Soup?
Magic or Melee?
Sword or Bow?
Summer or Winter?
Spring or Autumn?
The Past or The Future? As a history nerd, Jamor loves the past, and believes it’s preservation is extremely important. He is also of the mind that learning from the past is one of the best ways to ensure a stable future. Though, despite his grief and regrets often keeping his mind on the past, his duties as Inquisitor and the anxiety surrounding it, keep him focused on the future far more often.
A cheesy, dumb, self indulgent Pavellan scribble for y’all ^-^
He was just in his shirt…
Normally, such a thing would not be so scandalising, but the Inquisitor was always in so many layers. On the field, his robes rarely revealed more than his face; even when conducting business around Skyhold, Jamor would often be donning a jacket over long pants and blouses. Now, here he was, standing before Dorian with only his underwear on and a light, cream shirt thrown haphazardly over his petite frame. Inquisitor Lavellan yawned, politely covering his mouth with his hand as he did so. His big green eyes blinked sleepily up at the other mage.
“Is everything alright, Dorian?”
Dorian took a small step back. Suddenly the scene felt so…intimate. Lavellan’s voice was both deeper and softer than it usually sounded, and Dorian was uncomfortably aware of his cheeks flushing slightly.
“Inquisitor! I was reading and the time must have got away from me, I was looking for this book…”
He trailed off as Lavellan’s expression changed to one of mild amusement.
“My apologies, I believe I know exactly what you’re looking for,” The Inquisitor began with a light chuckle, “I borrowed it from the library and, well…”
Dorian shifted; his moment of awkwardness replaced once again with his usual confident mask.
“I understand. You’re quite the busy man.”
Lavellan smiled, “That’s certainly one word for it.”
There was a beat, in which the air between them seemed to simmer despite the comfortable chill from the surrounding mountains. Jamor cleared his throat.
“I’ll…go fetch it for you.”
He turned to leave, stopping to look back over his shoulder, a playful smirk on his lips.
“Oh, and if anyone asks; no, the Inquisitor does not sleep in just his shirt. You saw nothing.”
A/N: Skipped day 12, also this is very shit and is meant to be a few years or so after Trespasser, idk when tho dkhdjf sorry
The two had been holding hands and walking around the gardens for some time in comfortable silence. Dorian looked over to Lavellan’s face and smiled. He was too afraid to voice it, but for the past few months he had been imagining what Jamor would be like as a father. Things were slowly improving not just in Tevinter, but in all of Thedas. An elven mage and a magister might be able to start a family in the near future, a notion neither of them had ever expected to consider.
He had seen Jamor with children before, and he seemed to have a natural affinity with them, so nurturing and patient. In those moments, it was hard to believe that this was the same man who had sealed a hole in the sky and defeated an ancient, dragon-wielding magister.
Jamor looked up and smiled at his partner, bringing Dorian back from his fanciful thoughts.
Synopsis: A series of letters between Lavellan and Dorian Pavus, after he left for Tevinter (Trespasser spoilers)
(Something light hearted and fun, I tried a bit of a different approach for this one, and I am once again, nervous dfdjfh. I hope it’s okay!!)
Dear Lord Dorian Pavus,
I hope my letter finds you in good health and in good spirits. By the time this reaches your estate, I have little doubt you will have already made it to Tevinter. Pardon my writing you so early, I simply cannot wait to learn how your journey went, and what Tevinter is like presently. Please do reply at your earliest convenience.
Regards,
Inquisitor Jamor Lavellan
~
To my dearest amatus,
Whyever in Andraste’s name do you feel the need to be so formal? It’s just little old me! I promise, I won’t send an angry, enchanted letter your way if you forget to dot your ‘I’s once or twice. If I wished to hear from my grandmother, I would have gifted her the messaging stone. Which you should really consider using, by the way. It would be nice to really hear your voice, seeing as we are lucky enough to have the option.
But to answer your letter properly, yes, I am…healthy and good-spirited, ‘presently’. The trip was lovely - as lovely as trekking through the countryside and trying to avoid its many beasts can be. Tevinter is…Tevinter, but I will be meeting up with Maevaris this week, so that’s something to look forward to at least.
I hope to hear from you soon…and I mean actually hear.
Dorian
~
Ma Vhenan,
I apologise…for the overly formal tone of my last letter. You must understand most my experience with letter writing has been a lot of formal business to a lot of formal people. I get so nervous about slipping up, I suppose it’s a habit. But for you, my love, I will try not to sound so overly stiff.
Though, I should also point out that I have had to use a scribe, for now, seeing as I can’t physically write myself. I know what you’re thinking: “Just use the blighted stone!” Yes yes, I will! Maybe… But I can’t send gifts through the stone! And what if I interrupt you during important business? What if, say, you were to take a nap and I woke you up. I’d feel awful. Besides, I don’t rightly know how to use the thing, and if I were to…tamper with it somehow and destroy possibility of using it at all…well…
You get the idea!
Give my best to Lady Tilani, I would love to meet her someday.
Jamor
~
To my dearest Lavellan,
You do make me laugh with your enthusiastic consideration, amatus. To be suddenly ‘interrupted’ by you would be a delight, and likely far more interesting than any potential ‘business’.
I have also enclosed with my letter notes on how to use the stone (it even includes a diagram! I know, I know, no need to thank me). So, you needn’t worry about that anymore.
Also, if it’s “sending gifts” that is of concern to you…I could just send you another stone if something were to happen…using the stone does not make it impossible to write me ever again!
