Vir Atish'an

NAEMA Once I thought to myself, "Oh, I shall lie down in the GRASS, and let it consume me, drink of my blood, eat of my flesh, let my hair turn to TWIGS, and my eyes to FLOWERS, for what reason have i to be alive when plants could be feasting?" But my soul whispered back to me, "For what would you miss if you did not see the world above the SOIL?" ABOUT this is an independent & selective original character from Dragon Age mature. mutuals only. not an inquisitor. read rules for more information. est. 5.16.2016 MUN written by Cass OTHER BLOGS ALL ICONS & GRAPHICS ARE MADE BY ME & ARE NOT FOR PUBLIC USE ! . .

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when bae is cute and u wanna start rping but u gOTTA FINISH THE GAME TODAY FIRST

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ALSO a reminder that Naema has been only in the north of Thedas, so please understand she will have no clue what you’re talking about if you mention areas like the Emerald Graves or Fallow Mire! The furthest she has gone is probably Ferelden and that is very very new to her. Her original clan traveled outside the borders of Tevinter and into Rivaini territory so that should give you a loose idea of where she’s spent most of her time. Thank you!

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hey guys! checking in to let you know that i’m actually really close to finishing DA:I for the first time?? So hopefully that means some actual rp getting done here & some character embellishing. Thanks for bearing with me in my absence!!

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weakly crawls into ur i n b o x ......... so I actually started tumblr rp as part of a t i n y game fandom and I interfaced with / lurked a lot of vampire blogs and communities. and YOUR ARMAND LIKE........WAS AN INSPIRATION TO ME? how you wrote him literally informed how I understood him as a character in the chronicles and gave me greater insight. and I RECENTLY LEARNED U R THE SAME PERSON AND I SCREAM bc it's such a delight to see you thrive across so many characters & communities

    SCREAMS OH MY GOSH. why are you such a cinnamon roll???? THANK YOU SO MUCH BUN. wow i’ve never been told I’m an inspiration from that blog! Armand is & has always been an incredibly influential character on me as a person(and once a kid) and how I view/love/cope with the world (despite him obviously being a vampire lmao ). He also was my start into expanding into universes and characters to give them depth when I rp so!!! TO SAY I’M THRIVING IS SUCH A HUGE COMPLIMENT. Thank you so much, you are such a sweetheart and I love following you on each blog like the poop I am. 

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i can’t believe this hottie 

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@nathdar

      “Vallem vhallas ni -” She starts, pauses when she sees his robes. An unease settles around her, as it sometimes does when facing other Dalish on the road. “I bid you welcome. Do you hold hunger?” 

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@koltiira

     “You’re certainly unusual. Are you from outside of Seheron?”

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      So my bud @khiasa and I have been talking a lot about how we get the idea that most Dalish clans of course have the individual choice to choose which old god to worship/tat themselves with, but that some probably still have a single patron god that the clan as a whole worships? Kind of like in the ancient Greeks way. So we figured that the Dalish clan Naema is from likely worshiped Sylaise the most, and Naema took on her worship when she was considered to be a healer and gained fire magic abilities(but was not in a position to use her abilities in her own clan, thus was meant to be passed to another). However, I get the feeling that Naema, though still attached to her worship and seeing her own little traveling caravan as a home and hearth to which she makes her healing craft, can find herself very drawn to praying to the god Ghilan'nain often. So she has considered, based on her life style, also marking her body somewhere with the vallaslin of Ghilan'nain.

So like what we’re getting at is?? Maybe some Dalish clans getting multiple tattoos on their body to whom they worship most in the pantheon if they feel so inclined to devote themselves to more than one god? Which isn’t common at all. And perhaps some even bear a specific clan based blood tattoo for their patron god(like on a shoulder, back, inner wrist)?

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           “oh! oh, right, shit. yeah.” ximisaari fumbles with his money pouch for a  moment before withdrawing a small handful of gold coins, which he then presents to naema. it’s probably five times what the ointment is worth, but he doesn’t seem to care; maker knows he’s gathered more money on his exploits than he knows what to DO with. she’s likely got more of a use for it than he does. “sorry. forgo’ abit tha’ part. this gonnae be enough?”

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      How many he gave her! How could Naema possibly say it wasn’t enough? Business was hard when one sometimes kept out of the cities to escape slavers and followed odd paths to avoid templars and cultists. “No, not at all!” The elf quickly swiped the coins out of his bigger hand and pushed them into a small purse she pulled out from the mass of her skirts, as large as they already seemed before. “Ahn a lanun'ven'ur'alas.” She whispered to herself in astonishment before turning back to gather an ointment primarily made of elfroot from within her small caravan. She had a fleeting thought of if he thought it might be odd to see such a house and shop on wheels, but she had learned most people of Thedas (and beyond) associated her people with their aravels. Ha. Her people. 

Coming back to the stranger, she sat herself down on the grass, cross legged and very gentle when she pulled his leg over to her lap. “And your name, ser? I could not forget such a generous customer.” She smiled up again at him, all charm at all times. She proceeded to open the little jar and coated the ointment onto her fingers, thick and slightly green-- but it ran very smoothly down the skin when she brought her long fingers gently it over the wound and the puffed skin surrounding it.  

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like for smol thing?

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Dirthara lothlenan'as                   Seek truth in a forgotten land Bal emma mala dir                      Deep with in your heart.

Tel'enfenim, da'len                       Never fear, little one, Irassal ma ghilas                          Wherever you shall go. Ma garas mir renan                      Follow my voice– Ara ma'athlan vhenas.                 I will call you home. 

    Indie & Selective Dragon Age Original Companion & Merchant

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@templiere

       “May I help you...with anything?” 

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Dirthara lothlenan'as                   Seek truth in a forgotten land Bal emma mala dir                      Deep with in your heart.

Tel'enfenim, da'len                       Never fear, little one, Irassal ma ghilas                          Wherever you shall go. Ma garas mir renan                      Follow my voice-- Ara ma'athlan vhenas.                 I will call you home. 

    Indie & Selective Dragon Age Original Companion & Merchant

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                  ximisaari twists his torso down so that he can get a better look at the wound. rationally, he knows she’s right: he may be no healer, but he knows the signs of infection when he sees them. the part of his brain that’s a little less rational, however, wants to just brush it off and continue on his way. he doesn’t have time to deal with an injury as severe as this. nevertheless, he eventually yields to logic and sits down on a tree stump with a sigh, stretching his leg out as he does so. he’ll be much less use to the inquisition if he’s missing a FOOT. “yeah, eh— sure. wha’ever ye’ve go’.” the inquisition certainly isn’t wanting for money, at least; they’ve got more than enough to spend on whatever special ointment she’s selling. if it’ll keep his limbs on, the few sovereigns will be well-spent.

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       Naema looks at him when he sits down and puts his leg out. Not sourly or particularly with disdain, or even dumbly, rather with an expectant look as she pulls her hands together before her, fingers pressing against each hand’s rings. Surely he did not expect she would simply help without payment first. She was trying to make a living, after all. “So?” She pressed, feigning a red lipped smile.

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@motherswrath

       “There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’re paying for.”

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                                                  Koltira Deathweaver  ||   World of Warcraft

          ALL I SAW WAS DARKNESS. tarnished by the blight of the SCOURGE. we who served the master; arthas menethil ; THE LICH KING. we defile the laws of nature. past, present, future, ENEMIES of those with hearts that still beat. WE STAND AS ENEMIES. but still i am drawn to you, a sort of unfathomable connection that makes us what we are. KNIGHTS OF THE EBON BLADE; brothers in arms, though you are my murderer. against the odds we shall RISE AGAIN with frost upon our lips. mark me, Azeroth; I AM UNLEASHED.