The Herald of Andraste

The Tevinter Scapegoat

Sat, 05 Sep 2015 16:30:45 GMT

[It had been a year since Corypheus had been defeated, and the Inquisition was still standing strong as a watchful eye while Thedas tried to recover. For the Inquisitor, this meant a lot of politics and posturing, but he didn't mind.

He was happy, because he had Dorian.

After the final battle, Dorian had promised to stay a little longer before going to Tevinter, and Mahanon had invited him to live with him in his quarters. He refused to let it be a secret to anyone who His Worship had as a lover, which should have been a sweet thing if it didn't start up some rather nasty rumors.

The elf didn't care. He was happy, because he could wake up every morning next to the man he loved.

Time passed, however, and finally it was time for Dorian to go back to his homeland to see what he could do for it. Part of Mahanon wanted to come with him, but he knew it was impossible - not only because of his own duties, but an elf in Tevinter just wasn't a good idea. Not without a massive entourage and on some official Inquisition business, and he didn't have that much leverage in Tevinter. Yet.

The week before Dorian was supposed to leave, the pale mage had inadvertently started routine of waking up before the sun and untangling himself from Dorian to brood and pace at the balcony outside his extravagant room. Maybe it was worry to see his lover go (even if he said he would return as soon as he could, that this wasn't the end but a little time away), or dreams... he wasn't sure. He would pace until he found some form of peace, and would slip back into the bed.

As it was, routines were also dangerous. With Leliana as the new Divine, the Skyhold spynet was not as effective as it used to be. It took only one person slipping by defenses to create absolute chaos.]

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[Mahanon heard the 'thunk' of someone jumping down behind him, and he smiled softly, turning to greet Cole.]

You're up l-

[It wasn't Cole. It was a dark-clad man with only his eyes visible, a beautiful deep grey-brown despite the coldness in them. They looked almost like Dorian's, Mahanon absently thought as he noticed how everything seemed to slow down in his confusion and surprise. Then he followed the unknown person's gaze to where their hand was, clutching the hilt of a dagger. Tevene, by the looks of it. Very fancy.

Also very deep in his gut.

His brain couldn't quite keep up with that revelation, because the pain wasn't there yet. Only a strange pressure. He grasped for his magic, but it was weak and without bite. Magebane, Mahanon thought with slight bitterness. Of course.

Narrowing his eyes, his assailant ripped the dagger out with a twist that tore him further, and this time the elf felt it. The pained cry leaving him was halted by a rough hand hashly clasped against his mouth.

Maybe it would be enough for Dorian to hear him.

Maybe not.

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Modern Vintage (with whitetwoguns)

Sat, 18 Jul 2015 00:46:47 GMT

[Continued from here.]

[Mahanon stirs a bit when Larry moves, but doesn't seem to wake up. Missing the nice body heat, however, he subconsciously leans closer to where the other man had slept before he settles down once more. The pale man's hair is a mess, tousled and in general disarray from having been a bit sweat-dampened after their fun, and was now curling just slightly at the ends.

The digital clock on the nightstand says 4:34 in softly lit numbers. As soon as Larry stands, a leaf-shaped nightlight turns on near the stairs, almost as if to remind sleepy people that there were steps there. The light is dim enough to not bother anyone sleeping in the bedroom loft, and with the dark skies outside the windows, you could see a few stars even this far into the city.

There's a door leading out to a nice patio on the other side of the room, opening up to the roof of the building and fenced in by high white brick walls to safeguard from wind. There's even more plants out there, bushes and little trees mixed with flowers and greenery nicely settled in at the sides of the stone flooring, as well as a small pool.

Downstairs, the dog moves, hearing someone awake above and curious to see what was going on. The older mastiff doesn't walk up the stairs, however, instead satisfied to stand below and wag his tail.]

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SMUT PREFERENCES

Sat, 30 May 2015 14:50:13 GMT

Mainly shipped with Dorian and/or Iron Bull, but open to other male DA universe cast.
Modern Thedas AU for some crosscanon available.

YES
• Size Difference (Larger men in both size and dicks, which isn't hard since he's tiny.)
• Anal Sex (Mostly receiving but doesn't have a problem switching.)
• Oral Sex (Blowjobs and/or rimming. Giving or receiving, though he's very fond of giving.)
• Fingering (He's a small guy and needs a lot of prep, so why not make it fun.)
• Cowboy Position (Tiny elves like to ride.)
• Emotional Attachment (AKA assumed or starting relationships for memes, he doesn't do one-night stands unless that's the point of the meme.)
• Mild Bondage (Bound hands and/or physical restraining.)
• Biting/Scratching (He bruises really easily and likes to keep reminders.)
• Hair Pulling (It makes him embarrassed, but he likes it.)
• Magic (He's a mage. It will probably happen unless it's modern AU.)
• Lazy Morning Sex (Might not even end in orgasm, just feeling nice.)
• After-Battle Sex (Adrenaline! Dragons! Dicks!)
• Rejuvenation Potions (Handy second round helpers.)

MAYBE
• Dubcon/Noncon (Very picky with this.)
• Desire Demons (Being a mage has its drawbacks.)
• Anything Not On The List (Ask!)

NO
• Bathroom Stuff (Sweat, saliva, semen and blood is fine.)
• Tranquil Sex (If this is happening in a meme/PSL, no smut at all.)
• No Prep/Lubricant (It's half the fun.)

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Arda Marred Info Post

Mon, 18 May 2015 19:10:22 GMT

Player

Name: Draiol / Christa
Preferred Pronoun: She / Her
Contact: PM this account / draiol

Character

Name: His Worship, Inquisitor Mahanon Lavellan, Herald of Andraste (really prefers Mahanon or Lavellan)

Canon: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Pull-Point: ~~On the road leading to the quest 'What Pride Has Wrought'.~~ Post-Trespasser.

Powers Opt-In: N/A

Content Opt-Out: N/A

Age: 28 32; looks slightly younger due to his small size and fair skin. Elves in the Dragon Age Universe age like humans.

Gender/Sex: Cis-Male

Appearance: Mahanon is is an elf; the typical pointed-ear variety, even if they're longer than the Tolkien type. He's quite short, even for an elf, and looks like he could really use an extra sandwich or two since he tends to stress too much to remember eating.

He's very pale, suffering from a lack of pigment that makes him albino, (or more correctly, leucistic since he lacks all the pigment, not just melanin). With white shoulder-length hair that's a bit longer in the back and white brows and eyelashes, he's essentially a little ghost.

Mahanon's eyes are very pale blue and tend to have a bit of dark circles around them and bags underneath since sleeping isn't his forte any more. He sees badly in bright light, which can be an issue at times.

His face is covered in tattoos made from blood known as vallaslin, which is a coming-of-age tradition among the Dalish elves. As he's a mage and thus the next leader (Keeper) of his clan, his vallaslin is very complex and detailed, dedicated to the goddess Mythal.

He has similar tattoos as the ones under his eyes (but not vallaslin) at his collar bones and a rather long scar his left thigh. The most obvious thing about him however is the green-glowing mark on his left hand called the Anchor; it is this mark that started all the crazy stuff he's been part of.

Post-Trespasser: Mahanon no longer has the Anchor, as his left arm has been amputated just above the elbow.

History: Sent to the Divine Conclave - a peace summit between the ambassadors of the templars and the rebel mages for the purpose of negotiating a peaceful compromise to end the civil war - Mahanon Lavellan was supposed to spy for his Dalish clan to see what the outcome would be. After a massive explosion kills everyone at the Conclave but him, he's drawn into a mess involving a broken sky, a strange mark on his hand and the belief that he's a messiah, specifically the Herald of Andraste.

Joining with the Right and Left Hand of the religious leader known as the Divine, who was present and killed at the conclave, he's part in the rebirth of the Inquisition and is eventually named Inquisitor, leader of the Inquisition and a beacon of hope. After uncovering that the person behind the explosion is an ancient Darkspawn named Corypheus, he starts to uncover secret plots, fighting corrupted templars and cultist mages while trying to restore peace.

Joining with the rebel mages, stopping an assassination attempt on the Empress of Orlais, finding corrupted Wardens and killing High Dragons, Mahanon soon has his name on everyone's lips. However, after being tossed into the Fade, he's forced to make his hardest decision ever, leaving the Champion Hawke inside to battle a massive demon while the rest of them escape.

This weighs heavily on his mind, causing him to falter slightly in his duty until he's finally roused by the knowledge of where his enemy is striking next. He goes there, is lectured about his own gods, plays elven hopscotch and is cheated out of his people's heritage.

Eventually he kicks the bad guy's ass and wins.

...oh, and he went into the Deep Roads and found the last Inquisitor in Avvar-land, too. Everything seems good.

Post-Trespasser: ...for two years. Then nations are ungrateful and want to mess with the Inquisition, the qunari attack, there are weird mirrors everywhere and his hand is killing him softly.

One arm less and another war stopped, Mahanon disbands the Inquisition.

The Inquisitor

The Dalish

Clan Lavellan

Personality: Mahanon has gone through a lot of character development over the course of the game. Starting out as a slightly shy, nature-loving introvert with a deep interest in elven history, worried about his ability to lead his clan in the future, he grew into the leader of one of his world's largest political and religious forces.

Not a natural leader, he learned to take charge with the help of his advisers and friends, and eventually became the kind of man that could make difficult decisions. That doesn't mean he isn't eager to take advice from those with better knowledge than him, and usually refers to the better judgment of his ambassador when it comes to politics, which aren't his strong forte. In the end, however, his decisions are his alone.

Underneath his mask, however, he's quite sensitive. He stresses a lot, being somewhat of a fretting workaholic, and suffers from with night terrors thanks to everything he has gone through... and while he's outwardly hard to insult, he carries such things for a long time and will judge you for it.

Post-Trespasser: Thanks to Solas, Mahanon has lost a lot of his faith in the elven gods and is torn between himself and his heritage.

Fighting brings out another person in him - he shuts off any other thoughts when facing danger. No remorse, no mercy, no prisoners. It's the only way he can kill without it leaving scars in him that add to his nightmares, and thus tries to imagine enemies without faces as he rips them apart with his magic. Demons and monsters do not bring him the same pain, thankfully.

Abilities: Mahanon is a mage, which means that he is attuned to the Fade, a metaphysical existing simultaneously with the physical world separated by the Veil. With this connection, he is able to draw out energy from the Fade with the help of his mana and weave it into spells.

Mages can usually cast one or two spells depending on the cost and then have to wait for their mana to recharge (which takes a few moments), so they usually back up their magic with bladed magical staves that help them fire weaker elemental energy without the mana cost.

While mages technically has the ability to use all those spells, he's the most comfortable with these:

Barrier: Puts a protective barrier over the nearest people (max four) that must be destroyed before they will take any damage. It only lasts for around 30 seconds.

Winter's Grasp: Casts a large ice blast that turns an enemy into an ice statue and freezes them in place.

Flashfire: Traditional explosive fire ball.

Immolate: Less traditional ground explosion of fire at a targeted place.

Mahanon has specialized in Rift Magic, which is the manipulation of the Fade itself.

Rift Magic Game Specialization

Veil Strike: Recreates the mage's own fist from the essence of the Fade and smash nearby foes to the ground.

Stonefist: Summons a boulder from the Fade and smashes it into a target, sending them flying.

Pull of the Abyss: Creates a tiny rift (like a small black hole) that violently pull enemies toward a central point.

Veil Effects: These passive effects create green mist around him, upping mana and damage while weakening enemies and reducing their attack power.

Lastly, he's the Inquisitor not because if his stellar looks but the fact that he has a piece of a veil key in his hand, which gives him the ability to momentarily open a rift, briefly sundering the Veil and sucking his enemies physically into the Fade. It takes a lot of power, however, and he needs to work up to it by fighting and concentrating his magic.

This was also used to actually physically walk into the Fade when he used it to save himself and others from falling off a crashing bridge. It's doubtful that he can do that without being in similar circumstances, though.

(In Arda Marred, he will be tapping into the Music instead of the Fade - which may backlash on him, especially when using his larger Rift Magic spells. His mark will also not be able to open any Rifts that can swallow people, AKA his special Inquisitor ability.

The lack of the Fade also makes it impossible for him to dream while sleeping, but will not render him emotionless.)

As a Dragon Age elf, he has some limited night vision, with tapetum lucidum that make his eyes reflect light at night. Like most elves in pretty much any canon, he's also generally a bit more dextrous and agile.

Post-Trespasser: Mahanon no longer has the mark and thus cannot use any of its abilities.

Inventory:

• Clothes and a leather coat, heavy leather boots and metal gauntlets.

• An enchanted necklace, two enchanted rings and an enchanted belt (all spirit resistance).

• One staff that shoots (minor) fire bolts. The grip is leather-wrapped and the staff ends in a sharpened blade.

• A random assortment of herbs, rocks and RPG crap™ he has looted, none of it is very useful.

• Five lyrium potions (essentially supercharges magic for a short time).

• His mount, a white hart (elk/deer) named Ghilan.

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CHARACTER DETAILS

Wed, 29 Apr 2015 02:29:56 GMT

SCREENSHOTS

Mon, 27 Apr 2015 01:19:00 GMT

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THREAD TRACKER

Mon, 27 Apr 2015 01:17:04 GMT

G
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M
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ARDA MARRED

• Mahanon's Tag (Open Comm)
• Mahanon's Tag (Closed Comm)

M
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M
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P
S
L

MEMES

• Nursed Back To Health Meme (Dorian)
• Dear Mun Post (Dorian)
• Advice Meme (Size)
• Advice Meme (Sunscreen)
• The Morning After Meme (Dorian)
• Tinder Meme (Modern AU)
• Open Dorian Post
• Last Words Meme (Iron Bull)
• Random Scenario Meme (Dorian)
• Smut Picture Meme (Iron Bull)

PSLS

• Bull/Lavellan (with maraaslok)

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

• Pre-Arda Marred Timeline (with questionablewit)
• Modern AU (with serpentibus)
• Switched AU (with serpentibus)
• The Tevinter Scapegoat (with serpentibus)
• Roaring Twenties AU (with serpentibus)

Code by bannertech.

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HMD/CONTACT

Tue, 07 Apr 2015 22:48:38 GMT

LAVELLAN
“I am only one man;
Not sent by a god.”

personality
abilities + skills
information
permissions

character basics.

NAME.	Mahanon Lavellan
SPECIES.	(Dalish) Elf
OCCUPATION.	Rift Mage, Herald of Andraste, Inquisitor
AGE.	28
DATE OF BIRTH.	Harvestmere 26th
PLACE OF BIRTH.	Northern Free Marches
ORIENTATION.	Homosexual
DATING STATUS.	None / Iron Bull / Dorian (Playthrough Dependent)
DATING HISTORY.	Bellanaris Lavellan Revas Lavellan
FAMILY.	Melani Tillahnnen (Mother) Aravan Tillahnnen (Father) Satiae (Sister) Mahanin (Brother)
GAME.	Arda Marred • Info Post
∴	Mages Allied With The Inquisition
∴	Empress Celene Rules With Briala
∴	Wardens Joined The Inquisition
∴	Did Not Drink From The Well
∴	Leliana Was Made Divine
∴	☑ JoH, The Descent, Trespasser

personality.

Mahanon started out as a slightly shy, sensitive nature-loving introvert with a deep interest in elven history, worried about his ability to lead his clan in the future, and grew into the head of one of Thedas' largest political and religious forces.

Not a natural leader, he learned to take charge with the help of his advisors and friends, and eventually became the kind of man that could make difficult decisions. That doesn't mean he isn't eager to take advice from those with better knowledge than him, and usually refers to the better judgment of his ambassador when it comes to politics, which aren't his strong forte. In the end, however, his decisions are his alone.

He can be surprisingly stubborn at times when it comes to walking the middle road and wanting what is best for everyone, trying to be fair and compassionate while tending to make deals and compromises rather than give punishments. Partly thanks to this, Mahanon easily makes friends despite his introvert nature, and is fiercely loyal to those that earn his trust.

Underneath his mask, however, he is quite sensitive. He stresses a lot, being somewhat of a fretting workaholic, and suffers from with night terrors thanks to everything he has gone through... while he's outwardly hard to insult, he carries such things for a long time and will judge you for it.

Fighting brings out another person in him - he shuts off any other thoughts when facing danger. No remorse, no mercy, no prisoners. It's the only way he can kill without it leaving scars in him that add to his nightmares, and thus tries to imagine enemies without faces as he rips them apart with his magic. Demons and monsters do not bring him the same pain, thankfully.

(More to come.)

abilities + skills.

Mahanon is a mage, which means that he is attuned to the Fade, a metaphysical existing simultaneously with the physical world separated by the Veil. With this connection, he is able to draw out energy from the Fade with the help of his mana and weave it into spells.

Mages can usually cast one or two spells depending on the cost and then have to wait for their mana to recharge (which takes a few moments), so they usually back up their magic with bladed magical staves that help them fire weaker elemental energy without the mana cost.

While mages technically has the ability to use all those spells, he's the most comfortable with these:

Barrier: Puts a protective barrier over the nearest people (max four) that must be destroyed before they will take any damage. It only lasts for around 30 seconds.

Winter's Grasp: Casts a large ice blast that turns an enemy into an ice statue and freezes them in place.

Flashfire: Traditional explosive fire ball.

Immolate: Less traditional ground explosion of fire at a targeted place.

Mahanon has specialized in Rift Magic, which is the manipulation of the Fade itself.

Rift Magic Game Specialization

Veil Strike: Recreates the mage's own fist from the essence of the Fade and smash nearby foes to the ground.

Stonefist: Summons a boulder from the Fade and smashes it into a target, sending them flying.

Pull of the Abyss: Creates a tiny rift (like a small black hole) that violently pull enemies toward a central point.

Veil Effects: These passive effects create green mist around him, upping mana and damage while weakening enemies and reducing their attack power.

Lastly, he's the Inquisitor not because if his stellar looks but the fact that he has a piece of a veil key in his hand, which gives him the ability to momentarily open a rift, briefly sundering the Veil and sucking his enemies physically into the Fade. It takes a lot of power, however, and he needs to work up to it by fighting and concentrating his magic.

As a Dragon Age elf, he has some limited night vision, with tapetum lucidum that make his eyes reflect light at night. Like most elves in pretty much any canon, he's also generally a bit more dexterous and agile.

information.

The Inquisitor (Wiki)

The Dalish (Wiki)

Clan Lavellan (Wiki)

Vallaslin (Wiki)

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Visualosities

Character Details

Thread Tracker

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Dalish Deep Forest Comfort

Dalish Traveling Song

Dalish Lullaby

Tarot Cards

permissions.

[OOC]

BACKTAGGING: Forever and into eternity. I'm on a weird time zone.
THREADHOPPING: By all means!
FOURTHWALLING: Not really into that.
TRIGGERS: None

[IC]

HUGGING: Mahanon is a little wary of random hugs, but do not mind them from friends.
KISSING: Only welcome if he's in a relationship with the other person.
FLIRTING: By all means, flirt! He can be a little oblivious, though.
FIGHTING: Sure! He's rather weak at physical fighting but is a very talented mage.
INJURING: See above. Discuss anything serious, though!
KILLING: Only in PSLs/memes.
TELEPATHY/MIND CONTROL: Feel free to try. He has a very good sense of magic, however, and is used to keeping demons from whispering in his head.

OTHER: Nothing to add right now.

[MEMES/PSLs]

I'm up for anything in these and I'm totally okay with any world states, timelines, relationships and such. I love to play with characters from the other DA games as well!

He also has an AU Companion/Not-Inquisitor version for other Inquisitors.

Cross-canon threads are loved!

dragon age: inquisition. ma melava halani, mala suledin nadas • "anemoia" code by wearestardust at supersuits • official tarot card art

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For maraaslok

Mon, 06 Apr 2015 20:34:09 GMT

It was a rather ironic name for the tavern. Herald's Rest.

He hardly had any rest to speak of, even after the worst chaos had settled. The world was still very fragile, and while the main threat to Thedas was vanquished (ish), Mahanon still found himself in the middle of everything. Politics rather than magical tears in the Veil, but nevertheless just as dangerous. The Inquisitor had always tried to keep a balance and not get too involved in the cause between opposing forces, but without a greater threat, it was getting impossible to avoid.

It was a little overwhelming for a former Dalish First, whose merits mostly came from being in the wrongest place at the wrongest time. While he had eventually grown to lead with confidence, there were days when you just needed a drink. Maybe several.

Mahanon tended to dress down as much as possible when he visited the tavern to not draw too much attention to himself, but his vallasin and pale appearance was rather hard to hide. Stepping inside, he was greeted by laughter, music and the unmistakable smell of alcohol and old vomit. Oddly comforting, really.

It was loud enough that he could almost not get Cabot's attention, but thankfully he was soon one bottle richer of what he was fairly sure was wine. A cup was quickly produced as well, and then he wandered to the back of the tavern to escape the worst of the chatter.

The Inquisitor could have ordered up some actual, decent wine to his room and get pissed in private, but there was no point in that. He'd rather have company (and possibly mild supervision). Talking to his friends usually helped taking the edge off, after all.

Passing by Krem with a little smile and salute with the wine bottle, Mahanon unceremoniously slumped down in a chair next to Iron Bull with a content sigh. "I really hope you're not expecting someone, because I'm not certain I'm getting up from this seat again," he said as a greeting, picking out the cup from inside the sleeve of his robe.

"It's nice to see you, Bull." It had been a while.

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