friend of red jenny

This post has gone so much further than I expected it to. This is my sweet cat. His name is Eddie Potato.

the character of oghren that lives in my head whose character arc actually centers around his insecurities as a warrior, one of the most celebrated berserkers in orzammar, who lost his entire house in just one single day and spent the next two years alone and miserable while the rest of orzammar just happily forgot about his wife and his family and their entire legacy in favor of the more easily digestible tragedy that they all died in the deep roads. the oghren that canonically admired branka to such a degree that all he could do was boast about her brilliance and wistfully reminisces how she used to meticulously collect samples of every piece of metal that she'd found in order to study their composition and knew her so well that he could tell the warden exactly where she was going and what to look out for and how to get past her traps when not even harrowmont and bhelen and all their knowledge and experience could even come close. the one who canonically regrets letting her leave and believes, somehow, that he could've changed her or talked some sense into her, and the fact that he just watched her walk away into the darkness and did nothing was his greatest failure as her husband. the character whose insecurities as a husband and a warrior bleed into every facet of his life and affect every decision that he's ever made or ever will make. the oghren that literally, explicitly only drinks so much because he doesn't know how else to numb himself to his own thoughts and memories. the oghren who canonically found true happiness and love again after branka's death, with felsi, and ran away anyway because the inevitability of another failure in the back of his mind was just too much for him to bear. the oghren that had a good station with the king's army. that was respected and liked and admired by the army. and that respect only served to reinforce how unworthy and unqualified he actually felt. he's still casteless. his house is still dead. the woman he married and pledged to be with forever is still a corpse in the deep roads and he's still the man that killed her. and every accomplishment he achieves after that feels like a mockery of her.