Finally typing out V’s profile bc I’ve been tormented by constant visions of Alectris’ Adventures and her bff Verinius. I blame @jukkaricity bc she never stops yapping at me while keeping the embers alive with her ideas ❤️🫂
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Verinius Sabelis, called Veryl by family and close friends (latter to his lasting dismay), is a Storm Mage prodigy who is brilliant and infuriating in equal measure. To strangers, he reads like a textbook Tevinter academic: attire immaculate, diction meticulous, a touch of smug hauteur and a proud claim to Tevinter heritage despite being born on a farm far from the capital in the backwater near Marothius, deep within the Hundred Pillars.
At his worst, the man can seem elitist and a little too pleased with his own cleverness, but give him a minute and the polish slips. He's whip smart but also easily excited, quirky and pedantic, often funny without meaning to be and happiest when fussing over odd facts. He is a walking library of stray trivia, magical theory and, yes, apples. His mind is always running at high speed, pushing him into spirals of overexplaining and fussy corrections. When noticing, he tenses and blushes, falling into an internal loop that makes everything worse.
Given time to prepare, Veryl reads as poised and unexpectedly dignified Mage through and through. Caught off guard, he runs on nerves and impulse, awkward and primed for the worst-timed remark. When fumbling and a woman is involved, he’ll retreat to pour his misery out to Alectris like a tragic lead. With friends he reaches for a quick fix, gets stressed and stumbles, but will eventually find a way to put things right. When feeling offended he retreats into a dramatic sulk, rather swearing he’d choose death than to take a step back.
But under all his eccentricities, Verinius stays fiercely loyal and disarmingly sincere. Raised as a privileged Circle mage, he once assumed the Magocracy’s order simply was the way of things. Time spent with the Veilguard unsettled that certainty, as living and fighting with them made what he’d once skimmed past at home impossible to ignore. He’s still tripping over old prejudices, but has begun asking better questions and testing what he used to take for granted. Slowly learning that titles say little, labels give way to people and that some of what he called normal exacts a heavy cost from others. It never came to his mind until now.
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