the lionheart | cullen rutherford

After the events at Kirkwall, Cullen Rutherford was left with few options. He'd betrayed the order he dedicated his life to and without that order he was left with nothing. Luckily Seeker Cassandra Penaghast saw through the fractured armor to the man beneath and gave him a chance to become better, to become more. He isn't sure he'll ever be able to pay her back for it or live up to whatever she sees in him but he's going to try. independent. selective. multiverse. multiship. mun and muse both above the age of consent. triggers and nsfw will be tagged as such.

[wardenblondie]

idk if this has been done already— but honestly. Where is the lie.

[stormlandr-deactivated20190718]

                     yoυng or old, a тrυe ĸnιgнт ιѕ ѕworn тo proтecт 

             тнoѕe wнo are weaĸer тнan нιмѕelғ, or dιe ιn тнe aттeмpт.

                                                                                                  тeмp. credιт

[xrutherford]

softly but with a lot of feeling

.... is anyone still here? 

[anantivantale]

Open Call:

“You called?” A shimmer of moonlight falls soundlessly onto the ground within overcast shadows of dilapidated masonry. It’s a town, long-abandoned, now only feeding pillagers or unsuspecting travellers that seek out shelter with little to no other option. The former is usually disappointed, while the latter is often left with less than they came with. 

Perfect for the likes of Zevran Arainai. 

“I was informed to be here through a little whisper from the trees?”

[xrutherford]

          Since the commander lacks the quiet grace necessary to play the part of a spy he’s           standing plainly in the middle of the once well cobbled street. As always he’s dressed in           full plate mail with his sword on his hip but his arms are crossed, a weary expression on           his face. It’s been a long journey to meet a whisper of a legend, a warden and a former           crow. Which could be exciting if he were actually to be of any help.           So far, due to the place in which they’ve chosen to meet, Cullen is rather unimpressed.           He’s just about had it with standing here, it’s been over an hour now and he’s hardly seen           head or tail of a rat let alone any elf. He’d leave if he didn’t know fully well that Leliana’s           greeting upon his arrival would be far worse than the impatience he feels now.           Luckily, the sound of a slightly lilting voice beckons to him and Cullen lets out a sigh of           relief at that, he turns, hand resting near to his weapon but not on it. No need to cause a           stir just yet.           “And the Inquisition thanks you for your time,” the commander remarks with a nod of his           head, eyeing the other not with a calculating gaze. “Did you receive our letter? I wasn’t           informed of the entire correspondence between you and our own master of spies but I do           hope you’ve worked out all the... details of your the arrangement.”

[avvaress]

surra’s armor tho

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[xrutherford]

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[avvaress]

 “ SEND THEM TO HELL && BRING ME THEIR HEADS . ”                                                                  independent dragon age avvar oc.

                                                                                                                                   I.      ABOUT                                                                                                                                    II.     RULES                                                                                                                                    III. VERSES

[aithreachas-a]

                   I shall embrace the LIGHT.                          I shall weather the STORM

                                                        I shall ENDURE 

                                            Promo Credit: My Secret Santa

[xrutherford]

    independent | mun and muse 18+ | multi-ship | multi-verse | banter | para | pansexual  ” The worst thing is that they aren’t even nightmares,                                                                                they’re memories.”                                                                                     beautiful graphic by madamdefer

[xrutherford]

xrutherford:

g e n e r a l .

name. cullen stanton rutherford nickname(s). commander, curly, cully wully age.  in his thirties, a few years older than the canon states. species. human

p e r s o n a l .

morality. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil religious belief. andrastian or so he tells himself. with what he’s been through it varies.  sins. lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues. chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice primary goals in life. what a fantastic question, he isn’t quite sure. languages known. fluent only in common but knows bits and pieces of words from a handful of others. he picked them up from both the mages and his fellow templars. secrets. he doesn’t have the tact to maintain secrets. 

p h y s i c a l .

build. slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other height. 6′3″ weight. he keeps off the scales but suffice it to say he weighs a few pounds more than he did in kirkwall. scars/birthmarks. he’s got more than he can count scattered across his body the most noticeable at a glance is the scar on his lip.   abilities/powers. highly decorated templar, proficient with shield and sword as well as two handed technique. he’s even fair with a set of daggers when he needs them. he’s also a master tactician and a damn good commander to boot. also, though he does not know it, he’s very charming when the situation calls for it. restrictions. though he is no longer taking lyrium the affects of it’s withdrawal wrack his body with fits and fevers and he refuses to ask for help with it. his experience in the order has permanently scarred his mind, he can still hear the whispers of demons in the still of the night. this has also left him distrustful and at times judgmental of mages. does not value his life enough to take care of himself or have a social life, instead he devotes himself to his cause.

f a v o u r i t e s .

favourite food. he’s never considered it but, he likes a good stew. favourite drink. water truly is his drink of choice. favourite colour. red, gold, and shades of brown. favourite music genre. he’s heard three types of music: chantry hymns, the fractions of song from his brothers and the mages in the circles, and the haunting melodies of the bard in the herald’s rest. by nature he’s a fan of the first though the last his growing on him. favourite book genre. religious text.  favourite movie genre. N/A favourite season. autumn or spring. favourite curse word(s).  he uses the maker’s name in vain far more often than any good chantry boy should but as far as a traditional curse he’s partial to damn. favourite scent. fresh baked pies, armor polish, lyrium.

f u n  s t u f f .

bottom or top. he’s a switch through and through. sings in the shower. sometimes, rarely. likes bad puns. when he’s in the mood for them yes.

tagged by: @madamdefer (one of the great loves of my life)

tagging: i don’t know who has done this! but do it if you haven’t! great way to get a handle back on your muse.

[madamdefer]

soul

SEND ME A ‘SOUL’ AND MY MUSE WILL DESCRIBE WHAT THEY THINK YOUR MUSE’S SOUL ‘SOUNDS’ LIKE

Vivienne’s eyes soften ever so slightly. The snow queen’s demeanor thaws.

“A song you heard ages and ages ago, in what almost seems like another life. Someone sang it to you once, and ever since it’s remained with you, always there at the back of your mind: tender, comforting, warm.”

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Whispers Written in Red Lyrium

[enrychan]

You will never take another mage as you took him!

[bloodimagery]

soul!

soul sounds like | accepting | ask

it tries so hard to be silent, to mimic the sound of lyrium growing slowly over a hundred years, but here and there are stutters. a soft chuckle, the scuff of shuffling feet, scraping metal of a sword unsheathed.

[xrutherford]

          “ my lady, may i have this dance? “ every so often they spent time beneath the moonlight. tonight there just so happens to be music in the air drifting from the tavern so, why not go with it?

[xrutherford]

          “ remind me again why you’ve insisted on sticking           around? certainly the wardens have use of you far           away from skyhold. “

[xrutherford]

Unceremoniously drops in his lap, thankfully sans armor and curls up with a sigh of relief. “I swear if I have to hear to one more mewling noble today I will throw them all in Waking Sea. My job is not their comfort, it’s keeping the city safe.”

          The Knight-Commander is also without armor, arms winding around          Aveline’s waist immediately. It’s strange how far they’ve come since their          initial meeting, but Cullen doesn’t regret a thing, “I wish the two were not          connected, dealing with those nobles is part of keeping the city safe I’m          afraid.” He’d been dealing with paperwork himself, reforming the Order          is more trouble then it is worth sometimes. “However, feel free to hide          away with me for as long as you’d like.”