hand over heart;

@fendeurs | critical role sentence starters

TRIGGER WARNING FOR SOME OF THIS. IT’S NOT DETAILED BUT SOME OF THIS IS IMPLIED REALLY UGLY STUFF.

NAME: Fenris (Birth name: Leto)

MIDDLENAME: N/A

LASTNAME: N/A (Alias LN: Llera)

AGE: 34

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FAMILY: Unknown.

BIRTHPLACE: Genoa, Italy

HOMETOWN: ???

CURRENT LOCATION:  Las Vegas, Nevada

NATIONALITY:  Italian

ETHNICITY: (Honestly not sure how to describe his ethnicity other than Not White)

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, German, Italian, some French, Spanish, some Russian

RELIGION:  Agnostic

HEIGHT: 6ft

BODY TYPE:  Athletic, lean

HAIR  COLOR & TYPE: White, somewhat shaggy

EYE  COLOR & TYPE:  Green

TATTOOS:  A bleeding skull on his left hip.

PIERCINGS:  N/A

SCARS : Evidence of old “injuries” along his back and sides and the backs of his thighs, a barely visible slit at the tips of his ears making it obvious how they were modified to look life elf ears, and though this isn’t scars at all, he has vitiligo.

EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND: Educated only by his life experiences, incapable of reading in any language

PETS:  N/A

CAREER: N/A

SOCIAL MEDIA USED:  N/A

SMOKING   : never   //   occasionally   //   “party smoker”   //   often

DRINKING   : never   //   occasionally   //   “ party drinker ”   //   often

DRUGS   : never   //   tried it a few times   //   occasionally  //   often

IF THEY DO DRUGS, WHAT KIND??: weed, cocaine, molly, heroine, amphetamines (none of these did he get hooked on willingly except weed)

ATHLETICS THEY ENJOY ??:  Martial arts

HOBBIES: Sketching, drinking, people watching

VIRGIN   ??   : yes   //   no

IF NOT, HOW OLD WERE THEY WHEN THEY LOST THEIR VIRGINITY??:  12

FAVOURITE DRINK:   wine, apple juice, water

FAVOURITE FOOD:   Italian, apples

FAVOURITE MUSIC:   Unknown

FAVOURITE MOVIE: Unknown

FAVOURITE TV SHOW:   NCIS, any crime related show

FAVOURITE BOOK:   Can’t read

CLOTHING STYLE:   hoodies, leather jackets & pants, tank tops, flannels

UNDERWEAR TYPE:   commando

TAGGED BY:  @reavcr

@mutilans

When Hawke saw the venatori mages attacking Fenris he saw red. He leapt ahead of the others, carving a path through them until none remained. His long hair clung to his sweat soaked face and he only stopped when the last mage fell, gurgling blood out his mouth. The moon hung overhead and cast the blood soaked sands in silver light.  Hawke swallowed thickly. If anything, Fenris was still as handsome as the day they’d first met.

“Fenris I—” Missed you. But that died on Hawke’s lips. Things hadn’t ended well between them and he doubted Fenris could say the same. He’d been a right prick toward Fenris during the end. He’d been a prick to everyone.  None of them had deserved it. Especially not him. “It’s good to see you’re well.” He finished lamely. Maker, he sounded a fool. Just looking at Fenris made his eyes burn.

When the others approached Hawke shot them a look. “Leave us.” He wanted to talk to Fenris—he wanted to talk to him alone, not with the Inquisitor and Maker knew who else watching. The Inquisitor seemed to respect this request, backing off and heading out of his line of sight. Hawke and Fenris would be fine alone. “I…I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” There was the faintest sound of hope to his voice. The last shred of it left since Kirkwall, but seeing Fenris rekindled that flame. It was enough to make him at least see some light. 

     Word of slaves being dragged through the sands of the Hissing Wastes didn’t take long to reach Fenris. After all that had happened in Kirkwall, he had a good chain of contacts to relay this information to him - even when he was out and about. Once it did get to him, he’d expedited his travel to the desert via carriages and any other transport he could find. Tevinter mages in southern Thedas tormenting slaves out in the open? The gall. The rumors of Tevinter making its move to recapture the rest of the continent were true - and that, to Fenris, was unsurprising.

     What he would’ve never expected, however, was to be surrounded by said mages and cornered up against a massive boulder - or who appeared just as one began bombarding him with chain lightning. Hawke. He appeared like a dream, so unexpected, but so welcome. Every one of the Venatori fell to his blade, and with Fenris reduced to an agonizing crouch as every vein of lyrium on his body pulsated angrily, all he could do was watch. And ache.

     This was a man who’d left him behind; a man who’d closed the door in his face when he most needed to find ideas for a direction for his future. Danarius was dead, but so was the soft Hawke. The familiar Hawke. The man to whom he’d once said, I am yours and meant it with every fiber of his being. He’d never intended to give of himself to another person ever again. Not after slavery. Not after the memories. But he had... and it had been pushed back in his face a few short months later.

     With the fight over, that old bitterness resurfaced. What Hawke was doing here was an even more important matter, though. Pushing himself with gritted teeth back to his feet, Fenris’ brows knit together.

@ingxni | critical role sentence starters 

     It’s remarkable how he’s following this man and fighting at his side. Even more remarkable is how he’s still alive, all things considered. Raising a hand in front of his face to keep himself from completely losing his composure, Fenris sighed heavily. “So…” He murmured, near monotone. “We have been looking for you this entire time, and you were -”

@moralbirthright​ | critical role sentence starters

     Skyhold would be a grand sight to behold were it not crawling with mages. And perhaps it wasn’t really - but the few he’d spotted made him think only of rotted food cast carelessly into the alley beside the Hanged Man, left to be infested with all manner of vermin. This fortress made Fenris’ skin crawl not only because of the mages - but because of one mage in particular.

     Fenris may have joined the cause far too late to know how such a man had made it into the Inquisitor’s inner circle, but whatever the reason… he shouldn’t be trusted. Not as he is. Dorian Pavus is at his core a man of Tevinter, and all men of Tevinter exist to preserve the damned place and all it stands for.

              I just… am pleased. To see you. That’s all.