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Isobel
A Kirkwall Tranquil who willingly underwent the Rite of Tranquility. Loyal to Meredith and Meredith only, she's resorted to helping the Red Templars after her death.
A hypothetical god tier for the Tranquil from Dragon Age: the Mage of Light.
A Mage of Light is among those who explore knowing and perceiving. They are motivated by themselves to know awareness. (x) The Mage of Light has trouble forgiving their own mistakes and enjoys knowing things others don’t. (x) They are the Genius Scholar, defined by introspection and awareness. (x) Their opposite is the Seer of Void. Their inverse is the Heir of Void. They share their personality with the Seer of Mind. The Mage of Light would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Thought and Light, reigned over by Hemera (Goddess of Daylight) or Apollo (God of the Performing Arts). They would rise to ascension on the wings of moths. (x)(x)(x)
yay for a tabris-surana reunion!
Gotta draw the sad shit.
They felt nothing. The cold steel at their throat did nothing and the fresh brand on the forehead was only a sensation.
No fear, no sadness, nothing.
They felt nothing.
Not even the screams of their once lover did nothing.
They knew she was heartbroken but they couldn't even flinch at the wails.
No desire to comfort, to shush the fear. No want to hold the hands they had felt safe in.
Kaleo could only wait
I know it's the Dragon Age fan in me but I reALLY wanna think about the possibility of Tranquility among force users??
Its use to entirely remove force ability/attunement in an enemy or dangerous individual (though easy to be abused) and it's following effects?
Perhaps the Sith see it as being "made a Jedi" in the sense that all passions and emotional capability are lost? Perhaps it's used on those enslaved by the sith to better serve them while remaining non-threatening to their master?
The Jedi outlawed it at the start for any situation that wasn't worse than, say, planetary destruction?? But some Jedi do it to themselves as a form of sacrifice, a painful atonement for delving into the dark-side and a severance from whatever emotions they fear?? Perhaps early Je'daii tried to perfect the practice in order to attain flawless lacking of emotion, but instead realized it rips apart force connections and minds alike??
What would it feel like? To have your connection to the universe peeled away? Like breath stolen from your lungs, like a firey sear, or like some sort of second skin being torn away?
What symbols are found on them after? The Chantry Templar procedure left a seal on their foreheads, is it the same for force-users? Does it glow with remnants of the thief's force bias?
Am I thinking now about making a SWTOR OC centered around this?? Maybe!! Am I thinking also about how their procedure may have been to let their sibling shine brighter in the eyes of the family's sith patron?? Perhaps.. am I also considering that same sibling refusing to follow their parents' desires and instead stealing away their Tranquil sib to escape far away?
....highly possible-
Where the Elfroot Grows, Chapter 41
Anders rubs the back of his neck, pulls the tie from his braid, and lets the locks fall around his face. They’re greasy, lank. He needs to wash his hair. He needs to do a lot of things. Starting with putting these books away. A simple finite task. Begin it. End it.
Two small hands settle on the table beside his, fingers curling and uncurling against the wood. Jeanne. She crept up on him again. She’s good at that. Not even Justice notices her. The only other person he knows who can manage to sneak up on him is Hawke. He’s so much a part of Anders that Justice simply ignores him.
“You have a spirit within you.” Jeanne's voice is meticulously measured and perfectly paced, just as always. The juxtaposition of her calm words with the wave of pain that washes over him as he hears them would be absurd if there were an outside observer present to witness it. Not Justice. Justice is a witness with no appreciation for absurdity.
Anders rests his palms flat on the table in front of him and leans over it, coaxing himself to steady his breathing. “I thought you already knew that, Jeanne.”
“I did not know what it meant. Now I do. You can heal me. Make me whole. Awake.”
“Jeanne...” His fingers curl - not quite into fists; he keeps the heels of his hands on the table and digs his fingertips against the texture of the rough wood.
“I felt again. In the Tower. Twice. Just for a moment, but I felt. Fear, anger, rage.”
Anders’ chest tightens as he listens, remembering that final night with Karl in the Kirkwall Chantry. Nothing like that had ever happened again, but then Anders can’t remember another time when he lost control to Justice in the presence of a Tranquil.
No emotion colors Jeanne’s words. If she had felt all the rage and anger that she should, both had been driven away already, leaving behind just the cognition, just the knowledge that she had been awake again for a few brief moments. Anders hadn’t considered what it could mean that Justice broke through in the proximity of Jeanne. He’d been too caught up in his own selfish regrets.
“That's all it is, dear. A moment.” When he closes his eyes, he can see Karl pleading with him as the momentary reconnection to the Fade dissipated. “It doesn't last. I've seen it happen before. With someone I loved.” And I killed him. They made him Tranquil because of me, and I watched him bleed out in my arms.
“No,” Jeanne says quietly. “At the White Spire - before the trouble - there was a man. A former Tranquil. He woke himself.”
“What?” Anders’ spine straightens, and he turns and faces her. “He... Woke himself?”
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The ends justify the means...
Tevinter Nights is making me tinfoil, and sometimes I think about dark ending possibilities depending on the choices you make...