Character Introduction: Fenris

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Fenris was drinking. And staring into the fire. And brooding.

None of this was new.

The riot of confusion in his head and heart, however, was very new--and just as unwelcome. It was an unpleasant pressure in his chest, a breathless feeling that made his shoulders tighten even as he gripped the neck of the bottle tighter.

Anders had just left. If he was the sort of pathetic creature to do such a thing, Fenris could go to where the mage had been sitting and brush his fingers across the cushioned back of the chair, feeling the lingering warmth. He could likely still smell him, scenting like the dog he was, and venhedis, he needed to stop.

Snarling, Fenris threw the quarter-full bottle at the fireplace. Flames roared higher, heat and light licking across his dark armor, and Maker but he wanted to howl. This strange, convoluted dance should have made things easier, made his tangle of feelings for Hawke easier, but the knot in his chest was even tighter than before, and he didn't--

He--

He slumped back in his chair, green eyes closing. He didn't know how to handle what was happening in his own head. His heart.

Fenris tipped his chin forward, silver hair brushing forward, and drew in a stuttery breath. It wasn't until he became aware of a creeping chill that he realized he was somewhere else. Jerking up, reaching for the sword that wasn't there, Fenris darted his gaze around the unfamiliar hall with its high ceilings and statues and stained glass.

Danarius, he thought, markings beginning to flicker to life. And no Hawke or Anders to see him safely through this greatest of all his fears.

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Locked to Leliana and drunk!Alistair

Does Meredith need to be dealt with in my own particular way?


Locked to Neria

It is time, I think, to confess my presence to you, my lovely Warden. Think of me as a weapon to be pulled should it be needed. (And I am thinking it may be needed sooner than we would like.)

Alistair- likely fairly NSFW

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Zevran had been behaving. This in itself was enough of a marvel. The fact that behaving in this case meant keeping his hands to himself and accepting whatever little crumbs of affection Alistair felt ready to give was...mind-boggling, truly.

But he could read the uncertainty in every line of Alistair's body, and he was remarkably patient despite his own claims to the contrary. So he kept his hands to himself, he didn't push, and he was patient.

...yet that didn't mean he intended to allow Alistair to ignore that spark between them. And now that some time had passed, it seemed the other man needed a reminder. A very pointed, very attractive, very naked reminder.

Which is why, when Alistair stepped into the bathing room at his usual time, it was already hot with steam. As if by pure accident, Zevran was standing from the large round bathing pool the moment Alistair stepped inside--back to him, dark lines of his tattoo swirling down his back, his flank, drawing the eye just as the rivulets of water sluicing along dusky skin drew the eye.

His hair was loose and damp, clinging to his (bare) shoulders. His (bare) ass, if Zevran did so say himself, was perfect. In fact, he would make a strong argument that all of him was perfect. He was betting on Alistair thinking the same.

Zevran looked over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind Alistair, knowing his muscles played beautifully beneath his skin. "Alistair," he murmured. Just that.

Locked to Anders

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Anders,

Something has gone wrong with the Eluvian and Cullen was trapped... elsewhere for several weeks. He is suffering from dehydration and starvation, and he has refused my assistance beyond a Rejuvenation potion. He has agreed to accept healing from you, however.

I am escorting him to the dungeons, as he is attempting to get a handle on the situation with Meredith.

Yes, I know.

He is nearly falling down, but I'd rather not waste his strength fighting about it now.

If could kindly meet us there, I'd be grateful.

~Evelea Trevelyan

Dorian (dorianpavus-fadewalk)

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He'd barely arrived at Skyhold when he was taken.

Taran remembered it clearly. He'd met Dorian. He'd discovered he was the other man's Voice. He'd been ridiculously happy (despite knowing just how much trouble it all was going to land him in with Cassandra, Giselle, and the others later.) And then, just as he'd taken a step toward Dorian, concerned by the idea that Dorian had thought him dead, he was...somewhere else.

Somewhere not very nice at all.

Tevinter was a beautiful place, but for the Herald to suddenly appear there was dangerous, especially with so many Venatori around. He'd barely survived, taking sanctuary with a moderate-minded house who helped heal his injuries and agreed to contact the Inquisition.

Until he'd spotted Dorian's portrait in their gallery and made a surprised comment.

Until he'd realized they were Dorian's family.

Until the truth came out, along with the magical chains, and talk of blood magic and finding a way to release their son and...

He still had the ritual marks on his skin, blood welling from elaborate cuts when the table he was strapped to shuddered and he was suddenly laying on the grass staring up at a queasy-green sky--gasping and clawing at the fine silver chains that still draped his skin, stifling his veil magic.

Private Character Introduction: Kaidan (Brain Camp AU)

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Kaidan had plenty of time to go back over what had happened in the isolation cell he was tossed in.

That didn't mean he wanted to.

It was dark in the cell, and they'd run him into a redzone calorie deficit by turning the heat way down and not sending any food his way that first day. He'd given up illuminating the room with his corona when he realized they didn't trust the dampeners to keep his biotics contained.

Not after the strength of the attack he'd hit Vyrnnus with.

So he sat in the dark, shivering, starving, head aching with the backlash of no food and the amount of energy he'd burned murdering the head administrator.

Well, at least he didn't have anything in his stomach to throw up.

When the alarms started to blare, muffled through the walls, he'd started to his feet. "Damn it, Shepard." He just knew that his friend was behind whatever was happening out there. And Kaidan wasn't there to keep him from whatever crazy ass stunt he was pulling that was going to get him killed.

If Shepard died... Kaidan went back to his corner, dropped back down with his head spinning.

When the door crumpled and was thrown aside, he had to throw up a hand to shield his eyes. He should have thrown up a barrier as well, but even the thought of it, the slightest gesture toward the mnemonic made his head split and throb.

"We did it, Kai. Jump Zero's ours."

When he dropped his hand, he blinked up at Shepard, swallowing hard at his words.

He'd done it. Of course he had, because Shepard was a force of nature, and Kaidan hadn't been there to try to argue with the gale. He tried to work moisture into his mouth to respond and then everything was gone.

Character Introduction: Shepard (18-year-old Brain Camp AU)

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The sirens were blaring all through brain camp, bathing the corrugated metal in stripes of red. Shepard's boots pounded as he raced through the halls toward solitary, adrenaline spiking higher, higher as radio chatter carried the sound of battle to him.

"Shep, we've got them locked in!" one of the students called, echoed a second later by, "Cafeteria secured!"

It was a coup. Finally, after all this time, he and his fellow students had risen up to fight back...and all it had taken was Kaidan sacrificing himself to throw the first blow.

He grit his teeth, ignoring the dry scream of his muscles, the trickle of blood from the gash in his scalp, and took the corner fast. There were two scared-looking guards at the end of the hall, lifting their guns in alarm when Shepard appeared. He gave a barking laugh and charged, rushing through the hall in a flare of biotic power before slamming into them with the full brunt of his battle-crazed fury.

Yet even in the midst of a charge (electric, powerful), Shepard was as controlled as ever. He grabbed one by the hair and slammed her head back against the floor, knocking her unconscious. The other was trying to roll away, shields beginning to recharge--Shepard sent a focused mini-shockwave before the barrier could renew, knocking the man against the far wall. He crumpled, unconscious.

The sirens continued to wail.

"This is Shepard," he said, rising grimly to his feet. He collected their heat sinks and grabbed one of their pistols, checking the grip. It was close enough to the piece Kaidan preferred that it should do. "I've got him."

He lifted his other hand, pulling on his biotics to form a singularity--focused, small, brilliant--abutting the heavy door. Then, with a closed fist, he let it fracture, ripping the door off its hinges.

The cell they had been guarding was dark enough to make his stomach clench in renewed anger. Shepard stepped forward, still bristling with power, and swept the small room. His eyes met Kaidan's.

There was a long, heavy beat. A weighted silence. Then, swallowing, Shepard said, "We did it, Kai. Jump Zero's ours." But before the other boy could reply, the whole world flared white...and he was somewhere else entirely.

RP: Kaidan (kaidanmod), Open (near Normandy)

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When Kaidan blinked he could see leaves. Apple trees? Or cherries? That was weird. He raised his head stiffly, squinting.

Yeah, those were definitely trees.

For a moment his foggy brain tried to tell him he was home at the orchard, and that he hadn't left for Jump Zero yet, and he'd fallen asleep in the grass and was just now waking up, but the air tasted just as stale and metallic as it had in space, only worse. And the light was way wrong.

He sat up, clutching his spinning, splitting head, and then tried to squint past the stars and tracers, all the migraine halos and the spinning threads of darkness that signaled he was going to pass out again.

Why was the sky the worst color green he'd ever seen? He had to close his eyes to turn his head, and when he opened them he saw something that looked sort of like a turian cruiser, but way sleeker. And past that... was that a god damn castle?

He tried to stand, but ended up tipping forward onto his hands and knees, and the grass in front of his nose looked real as hell, and this was a really weird side effect of metabolic crash.

And none of it answered the question of where the hell was Shepard.

Private Character Introduction: Anders (Modern MMO AU)

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It was dungeon night and that meant that Anders was scrambling to his computer with caffeine shakes and a bag of corn chips he found in the cupboard that he wasn't sure were his, but he knew they were waiting - Hawke was waiting - because it was the night before reset and they only had three more hours to clear to the Architect and get a couple of attempts in before they had to clear the whole of the Deep Roads again.

And Anders hated healing trash pulls.

But he was settled now, even if he felt... off. A little slow on the draw, too distracted by half by Hawke's voice in his ear. He'd wanted, for weeks now, to have a conversation that was... more. More than conversations about how his classes were going, or what stupid t-shirt Hawke had caught Carver wearing while taking mirror selfies and flexing. (Although hearing Carver's outraged howling through Hawke's headset mic had been pretty fantastic.)

It didn't fix the leaden feeling in Anders stomach, and... Man, he felt feverish. Weird. He unmuted his mic to call a bathroom break, get a drink of water, whatever, but there was suddenly fire in his veins and he couldn't see anything and he knew he was screaming.

Everything went cold, and... wet. Really, really wet. He thrashed, choking on a mouthful of water, trying to find his way to the surface of a... pond. A big, freezing cold pond? What the actual fuck?

He managed to find footing in the shallow water and pushed himself toward the edge of the small lake, gasping and coughing. When he lifted his head and saw the outline of a castle he barked a sudden, hoarse laugh.

"It finally happened. I've gone completely barking mad."

Private Character Introduction: Blackwall (Ground Zero Universe)

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[OOC: Warning for game spoilers, Dragon Age Final Flight spoilers, and Blackwall-specific spoilers.]

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