Atlas Trevelyan

Atlas was about to reply with a ‘thank you’, but Hawke was quick to change his mind. Instead, he just laughed and nodded, “Alright, I’ll tell him that you sent me, then. He’s never struck me as the ‘healthy coping mechanisms’ type, but maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised.” At the change in subject, Atlas thought for a moment, then shrugged, “At the moment, it’s mostly just ‘try and keep the world from turning to shit’ again. I’m sure Cullen has something more detailed written down, though. It’s almost scary how rigid he is sometimes... I wonder if he’s ever loosened up,” he leaned back in his chair and took a drink, “Ah, Crestwood! Crestwood’s fun! Especially now that it’s not full of corpses.”

Atlas was quick to try and scoot away - to no avail, because Stan seemed to stick to his shadow no matter how he tried to move. It was certainly something that the likes of which he’d never seen, but damn did he absolutely not like it! “No,” Atlas remained still, one hand starting to reach for his dagger, “Get out of my shadow, demon!” That’s probably what it was, right?

Symbol muse asks🎤= My muse’s talent(s)Atlas is really acrobatic. Flexible and fast. He can maneuver quickly through a crowd or a battlefield, and avoid quick blows from an enemy.That, and he can do parkour. Who doesn’t love parkour!

Symbol muse asksQuite honestly... all of his advisors.As far as he’s concerned, there would be no inquisition without them, and he’s always willing to listen to their advice on any matters he’s unsure about, and their skills compliment each other well.There’s nobody better he could as for.

Atlas could deduce what it might be pretty quickly - though any specifics of the mystery juice were lost on him. While most wouldn’t care, he really did, less because of his annoying curiosity and more because it had just been dumped on one of his open wounds.  At least if he needed a leg amputated later, he’d know who was at fault. Letting out a grunt when he was haphazardly yanked to his feet, he sent the Beheaded a disgruntled look, “Sweet maker, I can move just fine on my own. You’re gonna take my arm off if you keep up with that.” Brushing himself off, he paused to look at the Beheaded with confusion when they pointed, and then looked down the path. ... “What, you want to come with me...?” he seemed hesitant to accept, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Symbol muse asks He’ll go out in the rain! Really, he doesn’t mind getting wet ... even if his companions occasionally feel otherwise. 

Symbol muse asks 🐱= My muse’s past petsAtlas’ family owned Mabari, but he really wouldn’t have considered them his. When he still lived in Ostwick he’d often scoop up cats he found off the street and give them a place to stay.He doesn’t own any pets currently, but he certainly wouldn’t mind having some cats or dogs around Skyhold.

Symbol muse asks Atlas has a deep appreciation for nature, as much as he likes to jokingly complain about how much he hates mud. He finds beauty in its power (barring the times when he’s getting relentlessly attacked by bears) and will often go on walks through the forest around Skyhold when he’s feeling particularly stressed out.He’s no mage, but to him it feels like a deep magic all its own somehow.

Atlas looked at Ji-Won, then at the hawk, with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t exactly enjoy the tedium of shopping for supplies either, nor was he particularly fond of Orlais, but you gotta do what you gotta do.“You’re bored,” he repeated, gently lifting an arm off of his shoulder, turning it around, and putting a few sovereigns into it, “Go buy yourself some candy, buddy.”He smiled and patted Ji-Won firmly on the shoulder, but the look was a lot more smug than anything.