Siren’s Call

Kieran Answers

🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?

Kieran's definitely perceived as physically attractive. He turned a lot of heads whenever he had his trips back to Val Royeaux I mean, look at that smile ;)

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

It's honestly a mix of both. Kieran's a pretty attractive guy already, but he moves with a level of easy confidence and assertiveness that it makes people go "Oh! Hello!"

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute? 

His eyes for sure. Bright golden yellow. (Red rings around the edges in RRAU bc of the blight :,) ) Lot's of people comment on them- and it's usually what people notice first.

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

Kieran's ability to easily match a person's banter with something of his own. Quips are quick and easy for him. Another thing is his curiosity for the past. He's a scholar at heart, and he'd jump at the chance to learn more about history in a heartbeat.

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

Kieran knows he's hot shit- and he doesn't mind using it to his advantage to get what he wants. You don't get around playing Orlais' "Grand Game" without knowing how to do so.

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

He does! He smells like florals, vanilla and parchment :)

👂 : Does your OC have an attractive voice?

My canon voice claim for him is Jonah Scott as Volt in Date Everything, so I like to imagine that he does, yes :)

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

Kieran's poly! He's had his fun having casual flings and such, but he has four partners in Veilguard canon (Neve, Bel, Luc and Taash) and four in RRAU! They're super cute btw ugh I love them BADDDD

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

Kieran's a great flirt ;) again he was a bit of a hot topic in Val Royeaux amongst the heirs and heiresses. He knows how to charm a room and turn heads with ease.

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

He's got experience, so if he wasn't before he certainly is now at 24. He loves any sort of kisses. Sweet, soft tender ones where he traces his thumb along the other's cheekbone/his hand on the base of their neck, or really heated kisses that leave them both flushed and breathless. Sometimes he's kinda a tease and nip at his partner's bottom lip. Kieran tends to just go with the flow of things. If his partner wants to take charge? nice. If they want him to take charge? also nice!

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

Kieran loves to cook for his partners. He'd love to make them their fav meal, and either a pretty and elegant candle light dinner, or maybe a picnic at an old elven ruin that overlooks Arlathan. He'd also love to take his partner out dancing!

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

Kieran again goes with the flow of things, sweet talking and romantic dates that end with a soft kiss on the cheek... Or maybe he cooks them a steak dinner so good he gets jumped three times (You know who you are). Kieran doesn't really have a distinct style. He just goes with what feels good with the person he enjoys.

👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?

Boxers and boxer briefs. Very practical, honestly- but they might have a nice design on them.

Leena Answers

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

Leena's proud of the physique she has from her fledgling training and consistent working out, but the scars she has makes her think she's.. Marred. She's very self conscious of them.

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

No. Very much no. She's an introvert and doesn't know how to people well. She's only had one relationship, and they were very exclusive. Those two.. Also ended in kinda a dumpster fire.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

She's... Unintentionally charming. When Leena gets awkward(a lot) she starts to ramble too much- and sometimes when she's talking to the person she has her eyes on, she can unintentionally drop such an insanely suave line, then fumble her words the very next second.

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

She's again.. Only been in one relationship so she only really knows what her ex and her liked for kisses, but that's not to say her kisses are bad! I think they're sweet. She loves tender, slow kisses that you can savour, being held close by her waist.

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

A switch! Def leans towards taking a little more control though. She doesn't have a lot of experience with others.. But she had been with her ex for several years, so it isn't like she doesn't know what she's doing.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Pet names. Pet names pet names pet na- Yeah. Uh. Whisper the little endearment in her ear and she's gone.

🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?

Definitely more reserved! she doesn't mind holding hands and maybe a quick peck on the cheek or lips but- other than that she likes to keep her affections behind closed doors.

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

A night out in the Treviso market to people watch, buy things, then she'd take them to the rooftops too stargaze.

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

Slow. She fumbles. She doesn't know what she's doing. Flowers? Are flowers good? Oh! maybe she can get them their fav coffee beans! Do little things for them- figure out their routine and do little things to make said routine easier.

Lucille Answers

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

It's a mix.. I mean look at that face card? Never declines. But Lucille also has this kinda mysterious aloofness to her that tends to draw curious people in.

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

Lucille's dry, witty humour. Quick one liners on the spot as she smirks, watching the other fumble. She really likes catching people off guard.

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

Lucille thinks she looks good for sure!! Maybe not the hottest shit in Tevinter, but she tries to stay well kept and puts some effort into her look to feel like the bad bitch she is.

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

She doesn't mind a few casual flings, but ultimately once things get serious, Lucille is very exclusive to that person.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

Pretty eyes. Ooooh pretty eyes. She looooves taking in every detail of them. She'd love to be able to stare into them for hooouuuursssss.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

She knows how to flirt-... Sometimes. Her lines come off kinda dry without meaning to- it's just the dry humour slipping out, but alas. But Lucille knows how to charm a person! Even if it doesn't always land. She's gotta being from an Altus family and all that.

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

I like to think so! She's had a few trysts- kissed a few people- figured out what she likes and what she doesn't. Same goes for others. She likes. She likes holding her partner by the waist and kiss them. She loooves any kind of kisses, heated and heavy or sweet and tender. She isn't very picky.

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

Kieran Tabris

24 | Half Elf | Cis man (He/Him) | Pansexual/Poly | Evoker Mage | Veil Jumper

Son of Varian Tabris and Morrigan, Kieran spent the first seven(?) years of his life in the Crossroads before living in Val Royeaux, Orlais, with his mother in the wake of Varian leaving to search for a cure for The Calling. Morrigan and Kieran moved to Skyhold when he was ten, and after the inquisition defeated Corypheus, Kieran would travel Thedas with his mother and eventually on his own, eagerly learning all he can about the ancient elvhen world and Thedas' history as a whole- but he would often return to Skyhold and Val Royeaux. He enjoyed the thrill or Orlais' "Grand Game," making quite the name for himself amongst the orlesian aristocrats for being quite the charmer. Eventually at 22, he found himself with the Veil Jumpers. Kieran is a very sweet and charming guy. Kind to a fault, will always extend a hand to anyone in need whenever he gets the chance to. He will always lend you a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen to whatever is eating away at your mid, and a voice whenever you come to him for advice. Quite honestly you could equate him to a golden retriever. A scholar at heart who looks at the world with curiosity, he wants to learn every single one of its secrets. History fascinates him and he loves to see how the world of Thedas has evolved and to ponder how it'll change in its future.

Leena Arainai

26 | City Elf | Cis woman (She/Her) | Lesbian | Duelist Rogue | Antivan Crow

Leena was born in Rialto's alienage. Her parents didn't want to stay there, but didn't have the money to leave, so they sold Leena to house Arainai when she was seven. Like most other fledglings of that house, she had to go through several pain endurance gauntlets to become a full fledged crow, where she got all of her scars. She became a full fledged crow at the age of 14 alongside another fledgling named Koa. They grew close and eventually began a relationship, but at 20, Koa chose to flee the crows. She offered for Leena to join, but fearing for what could happen, Leena refused. At 23, Leena's given a contract for Koa, and once again, fearing the consequences, she accepted and followed through with it. The biggest regret of her life. She leaped at the chance to join Varric and Harding. Anything for an out. Leena doesn't speak much unless needed when you first meet her. She's not a crow who can use her words and charm her way through any situation. Leena's the one who stays in the shadows while the others charm a room as she gets the clean kill. Get close to her though? Playful teasing. Bad jokes. She still doesn't talk much but it's- more. She doesn't shy away from speaking about her past if her friend asks about it. You just need to get to that point first. Also Maker preserve me, she can say the smoothest lines without even realizing what she's saying, but when it comes to someone flirting with her or actually trying to flirt?? Bumbling mess. Words? None.

Arris Rahmani

28 | City Elf | Trans man (He/Him) | Pansexual | Champion Warrior | Lord of Fortune

Born in Rivain, Arris frankly lives a relatively normal life- His mom raised him alone when his father left them at age six. They find out why nearly 6 months later, when a woman comes to their door with a young baby girl. Turns out he and the baby were half siblings- the father having had an affair. The mothers get together, though! Other than that bit of drama, Arris lives fairly well- his mama teaching him all she knows about fighting. He loved the little family they had. As soon as they were of age, He and his sister Kinza, joined the Lords of Fortune. They spent most of their time fighting in the Hall of Valor- The thrill of the fight exciting. Eventually, He finds himself working alongside Varric and Harding upon Isabela's suggestion. Who was he to say no? Arris is a loud and excitable thrill seeker- quick to make friends with anyone he meets and pull them into his and his sister's antics (with consent of course). The more the merrier! Due to some past experiences though, he's fiercely protective of his little sister, and will do anything he can to make sure that ultimately, by the end of the day, she's safe. While still excitable and energetic, if you grow closer to him, then he gets a little softer and calms down a bit- not always running at 110% energy.

Lucille Litra

27 | Human | Cis woman (She/Her) | Lesbian | Duelist Rogue | Shadow Dragon

Born a non mage to an altus family, Lucille was a bit of an outcast child. Not knowing what to do with her, Lucille's parents sent her to military school so she could at least keep a good reputation for her family. She got through school as quietly and as out of sight as she could, not caring for the high society life of Tevinter. She began to work or the military, but behind the scenes Lucille spent her free time doing work for the Shadow Dragons. Eventually, she gets caught and sent to jail, awaiting her sentence. Thankfully Varric, with the help of a few other Shadow Dragons break her out. She abandons her family life completely, having to go into hiding for awhile- but Lucille had never felt so free. Lucille isn't too much of a talker. Always kept to herself and threw herself into her studies and training completely. She didn't spend much time around people until she joined the Shadow Dragons. Luci knows how to be cordial and hold herself with nobles, but relaxes considerably with the others of her faction that she's grown close to. She's all dry sarcasm and quick wit for banter. She's also a bit(a lot) of a workaholic, sometimes needing to be physically pulled away from work to relax.

Arris Valens

29 | Elf | Transmasc non-binary (They/He) | Pansexual | Spellblade Mage | Shadow Dragon

He really wants to look away. He really, really does. But he can’t.

Looking at the black veins—the way it spreads up his torso and wraps around his arms. He doesn’t even know what his back looks like. The blight looks… Disturbing– creeping up his skin.

Then the mage lifts his gaze to his face. His golden eyes now hold thin red rings. It’s… unsettling. He swallows.

Elodie’s been visiting fairly regularly, dutiful in ensuring the mage’s recovery. She takes Eurydice’s advice into account, keeping different forms of elfroot on standby. Anything to help with aches or pains.

She was helpless to save him then…But she would do everything in her power to ease his pain.

“Mon cœur.” Her voice is soft as she knocks on the door. “May I come in?”

He jumps, pulled from his spiral, and calls in return, still unable to tear his eyes from the mirror. 

“Hi, Vhenan… You can come in.”

“I have more elfroot, as well as a lotion for any additional aches.” She opens the door with a small basket of supplies. She couldn’t save him, but she can soothe his pain.

“Eurydice said that they may not be as long lasting for relief, but they’re beneficial when—“ Her brow crinkles with curiosity as she notices where his attention was drawn toward.

“Is everything alright mon cœur.?”

Without his shirt, the lightning-like scars of the blight dance across his arms and chest, just below his heart. They’re clearly seen. Proof of his survival, that he came back to them… back to her.

The mage blinks himself out of his daze as he looks back at her through the mirror..

“Right- yes— Merci, my love. Here uh.. Désolé.. Let me get my shirt.”

It’s just hanging on the chair nearby– And the half elf doesn’t want to make his lover stare at the scars any longer. The healer realizes something’s amiss. It hadn’t been the first time he had attempted to hide them from her, from the others. Her heart aches knowing that the scars bother him so. 

She gently sets down the basket and walks over to her lover.

“Mon cœur.” She reaches up to cup his face. His eyes now hold a red ring that blends into gold, They resembled the sun even more, now. “Your mind is wandering. May I know your thoughts, s'il te plaît?”

“I…” Sighing, Kieran melts into her touch, and his eyes close as she stares into them so intently. “I simply.. Do not wish to disturb you with.. All of this. I’m— I look quite mangled. It cannot be a very nice sight, I imagine.”

Her poor heart. Her dear lover. She pouts softly at the confession, gently brushing her thumb along his cheekbone.

“Kieran…” She keeps her voice quiet and gentle. “I do not wish for you to be uncomfortable, but if you are worried about my opinion, I assure you, I am not disturbed in the least.”

The mage hums, eyes opening a fraction to look at her. 

“You’d.. Colour me surprised, then-.. My skin is littered with these black veins.. ‘Tis only what I’ve seen from my torso as well. I cannot imagine what my back looks like-..”

He knows more scars litter his back as well. That initial spike wasn’t the only one. He cringes at the memory as there’s probably several more little bits on his back.. Sprouting their own  twisting of veins.

“So yes uh… I’m surprised.”

She looks at him softly. If only he could see himself in her perspective. To see the beautiful man that she adores. The one whose eyes still hold the fire of both his passion and care. The eyes she fell in love with.

“Then let me be your eyes, my love.” The words leave her lips rather quickly but her expression proves her determination.

I want to help. I want to care for him. 

“Please…I want you to be able to see you the way I do.”

KIeran’s eyes search hers— there’s a bit of apprehensiveness behind them.. Not quite believing what she says yet, but the mage slowly nods.

“If… If you wish..”

She gently leads him into a soft, slow kiss before she begins her goal. She steps behind him, the hand that holds his face dropping to trace her fingers from his neck, then collarbone, then to his back.

Smiling softly, she looks at the array of scars, like little thunder clouds contrasting with the already adored constellation on his skin. A marvelous sky painted with a story of survival. 

“I don’t believe I’ll ever not be able to marvel at you mon cœur.” Elodie speaks softly as her hand grazes across his scars carefully. “Not when you have both stars and storms decorating your skin.”

Carefully, staring with the smaller scars, she begins to gently kiss each one.

Kieran’s breath hitches slightly at the healer’s words— the way her hand trails along his skin.. The little kisses.. He swallows. He’d never thought of them as storms— Just.. Something sickly.

“I don’t.. Storms.. Hm…?”

“Yes,” she speaks softly, determined to kiss each scar. Not a single one would go unloved by her. “Like lightning dancing across your skin. An artwork of its own, truly.”

His chuckle is soft and breathless, if a little hesitant even through his blush. “Artwork… Between you and I.. You’d be the first to think it—“ “Scars paint a picture, tell a story,” she hums softly as she steps back in front of him. Her grey blue eyes full of pure adoration. “They have beauty in their own right. You are beautiful, Kieran.”

Red-ringed gold stares back into hers, and the mage finds himself speechless. “I…”

There’s nothing he can say- or at least there are no words that he can find even as he wracks his brain for them— so instead Kieran kisses Elodie soft and slow, hands resting on her waist.

She brings her hands to his face as he kisses her, as if she holds the entire world gently in her hands. 

“Je t’aime de toute mon âme. Je t’adore.” She whispers softly on his lips– her words become her gentle confessional, her delicate prayer. 

Pulling his lover flush against him, the mage presses his forehead to hers. “..My heart is yours, Vhenan.. Always..”

“And my heart beats for you,” she smiles softly, as she aches to be held close by the man she adores. Aching to show him how loved he truly is. 

“You have me. In heart,” She kisses his lips.

 “In body.” She gives a soft kiss to the beauty mark on his cheek,

“and In soul.” She kisses the beauty mark on his chin before whispering softly in his ear. “I am entirely yours.”

A pause.

“Elodie..”

Kieran’s voice comes out a little shaky from her affections. The voices that had been nagging away at him since Lavendel finally seemed to calm as the mage remains focused on his lover— on how she makes his heart race.

A hand slowly trails up to cup her jawline. Cradling her face gently in his hands. “My love.. I..”

“Please…” She leaned into his touch, her voice gentle and soft. “Please let me show you just how wonderful you are to me. Let me show you the depths of my affection.”

He can only stare once again- eyes darting between her features. Kieran takes a second.. But he nods.

“…Okay.”

“Good,” there was a buzz of excitement and anticipation as the notion of being able to shower the mage with her praises.

The healer gently pulls him again into a slow but reverent kiss. Every touch intended to prove that the man she adores is worthy of the dedication. 

Soon she begins to gently pepper kisses along his lips, then jaw till she was at the base of his ear. Her breath gently ghosts his skin as she whispers, “I’d like for your eyes to remain on the mirror please. You deserve to see how beautiful you are.”

The mage’s breath hitches, hands tightening around her waist as he nods slowly. The moment felt extremely familiar. It makes Kieran’s skin buzz— and he does as told.

Eyes remaining trained on the mirror, he swallows.

“El– I.. Yes. Okay-..”

“Very good mon cœur.” She smiles, gently grazing his ear before showering him with slow, delicate kisses.

She feels out of her element, far more accustomed to letting her lover lead; however, she’s determined to prove her love, to dedicate herself wholly to him. To let him melt in the healer’s hands.

She keeps her touches soft and slow, her kisses following along a string of poetry and gentle praises. 

“My love, your light makes me weak for you, melting for you… Storms and constellations map your skin akin to the night sky… And your eyes…my love I fear you’ll make the sun jealous with how brilliant they are.”

Kieran watches as his blush goes from the tips of his ears all the way to his shoulders in the mirror— The praise makes his breath hitch, and his eyes dilate. “Maker— El..”

“You’re.. I-.. Elodie…”

The healer’s lashes flutter as she looks up to see his eyes… Maker. Her own stormy hue was clouded by desire, the ache to be close to him. 

But she desires more for his wants and wishes as she was eager to provide. 

“Please,” her delicate whisper once again brushing his lips, her grey blue eyes dilated, “tell me what you want.”

“Just—.. You. I want you. And your touch.. All of you..”

Darkened gold eyes meet hers again, and he closes the little distance between them, lips pressing against hers in a slow kiss. It was deep— tender, but there was no denying the hunger behind it as well. 

“Then you’ll have me,” Elodie whispers in between their kisses, her hands moving from his chest to cup his face, guiding him into another slow, hungry kiss.

“Kieran,” Her voice was breathy as her clothes were growing far too uncomfortable for the roaring fire in her core. But she focuses on her lover first. She gently prompts him to begin stepping backward toward the bed. Her freckled face crimson from her affections and her own desire. “I am yours.”

Maker, the healer makes Kieran feel beautiful.

He sees it before he feels it.

Does he scream? Does he make a sound? He doesn’t know. His throat feels raw nonetheless.

The explosion from one of those boil-infested darkspawn goes off faster than Kieran can even think to put up a barrier. He’s dazed, ears ringing. The world’s muffled and blurry. The mage tries to move, but he doesn’t seem to go forward.

And then he looks down.

There it is. A sharp, blighted icicle coated in a red sheen, right through his chest.

Then comes the pain.

“Hck—..” Kieran can’t breathe. Every inhale hurts. White-hot pain tears through his chest, small pricks in his back from other sharp points digging into his skin after piercing his armor. He coughs, tastes iron on his tongue—feels something dribble down the corner of his mouth. Kieran’s hands shakily move up, hovering around the ice.

How is he supposed to get out of this? He feels sick. He feels something twisted and disgusting flowing in his veins. Bile rises in his throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Slowly, the ringing in his ears fades. The world comes into focus as he hears the voice of his father nearby. Or perhaps Shirevas..? No. They can’t see him like this, please no—

“Kieran!”

It’s… so anguished. He never wants to hear his lover like that again. Ever. Oh, Maker. He’s going to die, isn’t he? No, nonono, he can’t die. Olivia will kill him. Jordan will kill him thrice over. He can’t. Not yet. Not before—

Just don’t stray where I can’t follow.

Kieran gasps, vision tunneling until his father is the only one he can see. “F–hng.. Father—”

“Sh.. Kieran, Kieran hush.”

Varian’s voice is steady despite the panic bubbling under his skin. His ears twitch with worry as he assesses the damage, because mythal’enaste, his little raven—

“Father I can’t— I ca—HCK!” Kieran’s gasp pulls Varian out of his thoughts.

“I can’t breathe— hurt— Dad I can’t die.. Promised ’livia— I can’t. Shir and El—”

The mage feels his father cradle his face. Serious, determined eyes meet his own. “Kieran, stop talking and save your strength. It hurts, but I need you to breathe. You will not break any promises today.”

And so he does. Kieran breathes. He coughs and it feels like thousands of knives are digging into his lungs, but he breathes.

Shirevas looks on in a panic, watching as Varian’s hands move to Kieran’s shoulders.

“Shirevas.”

Their head snaps up, turning to the Grey Warden with wide eyes. “Yes?”

“I need to pull Kieran off the spike.” A pained whine escapes the boy’s lips at his father’s words, but Varian’s voice remains steady. “You use electricity right? I need you to use it to stop the bleeding. At least until we get to the tents.”

The thought makes their gut churn, but ultimately The Warden’s right. They can only watch and keep the darkspawn at bay while Varian looks back to his little raven.

“Ir abelas, Kieran. I’m going to pull you, and this is going to hurt, but I need you to keep breathing. Stay awake. Stay with me, boy…”

Kieran stares at him wide-eyed as Varian grips him. “What— Father. Dad. Wait.”

“It can’t wait, little man. Ir abelas. I’m so sorry. Shirevas, get ready.”

And the Warden pulls.

Kieran can’t hold back his scream. The pain makes his head light. His skin buzzes and his ears ring. The mage feels another sting against the wound– white hot, searing pain.. He can only let out a pitiful whimper.

He can’t remember much of what happens after. It is all just a blur of dull pain and a sickly sensation coursing through his blood.

-=(+)=-

It takes everything in Shirevas to choke back a sob at his scream. That sound is going to haunt their mind for far too long.

Placing their hands on both ends of the open wound, they use the heat from their electricity to cauterize the wound. A dazed whimper falls from Kieran’s lips and his eyes are glazed over.

They can only follow as Varian starts running to the medical tents.

It’s— Fuck, they hate it. They hate all of it. Shirevas’ hands are too wet. Too red. It is his blood. Maker, his blood is on their hands. They try to wipe it off on their armor. Try and try and try, but their hands are still red. Still wet. Still wet with his blood.

Fuck, they need to wash their hands. Now. Right now—

“Shirevas, kid, stay with me. He’ll be okay. We’re going to make sure of that.”

His voice is strong, and for a second it fills the Shadow Dragon with the smallest sliver of hope. Their amulet still pulls at their chest. Kieran’s still breathing… But they also see the tenseness in Varian’s shoulders. They see how Varian’s ears stay down turned. That small bit of hope hangs on a frayed thread.

“..Okay.”

Please.

Please, Kieran.