#abanataashi

name.  no name. nickname(s).  the priestess, if that’s even considered a nickname. age.  ~7000. species. elvhen.

p e r s o n a l .

morality. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil. religious belief. Elvhen Pantheon. sins. lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues. chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice primary goals in life. Rebuild Falon’din’s following and release her Gods from their prison. languages known. Elvhen, Ancient Elvhen, Ancient Tevene, King’s Tongue (very choppy). secrets. Is an ancient elf.

p h y s i c a l .

build. slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other height. 152cm - 5′0″ weight. I don’t know a exact number but she’s underweight now, ever since she returned from Tevinter she has been training to gain the muscle that she has lost. scars/birthmarks. She has way too many scars to count all over her body, not only from self-harm but also from fights and wars. abilities/powers. Powerful blood and force with a bit of primal magic. restrictions. Due to the use of blood magic for most of her life she cannot heal her own scars only close the lighter ones. If she’s bleeding from a very deep scar and cannot find a way to close it she might pass out from blood loss.

f a v o u r i t e s .

favourite food. All spicy food is nice food. favourite drink. Rivaini Wine. favourite colour. Gold and Black. favourite music genre. Falon’din’s chants. favourite book genre. Any book that will help her understand better the cultures of this age, although she’s not keen on books. favourite movie genre. N/A favourite season. Summer.. favourite curse word(s).  She doesn’t often swear, but there is one that she enjoys: Nuva uralas telsyl na i’ga syl nyel laimem which means “ May nature strangle you with all the air you have wasted. “ favourite scent. The smell of the ocean.

f u n  s t u f f .

bottom or top. Both? Yes. Both. sings in the shower. Nope. likes bad puns. Nope, not really. 

tagged by: @vintyvanora & @elgarlen & @solasenbanel & @caedstrade ( man this was ages ago haha thank you for tagging me! )

interesting question! 

it depends! 

if he can’t handle the onslaught of memories (after all, skyhold is where the last weeks of the rebellion took place, and the fade reflects the reality of wherever the dreamer is) he’ll be wandering around at three am like the good old scarf grandpa he is.

;; ask about my demons - @abanataashi

azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something

“When I was a child I used to steal grapes.” a small mischievous smile formed on her lips as she chuckled “A lot of grapes.” enough to make her mother scream all the way home, slapping her hands and asking Elgar’nan what she had done to get a child such as her “But always from the baskets still in the fields or from the plants themselves. Never from the temples.” it was a obvious and simple lesson that she had learnt fast.

[ grabby hands for josie mix GIVE ME ALL THE MUSHY LOVE SONGS, she is too precious ]

from here | accepting

11. How much faith do they have in their justice system? Are they idealistic about it? [Edward]

He starts off with a lot of idealistic faith that the Templars are a pure and just cause. That goes downhill pretty quickly, but in general - yes, he has faith in the Thedas justice system as a whole. Like with Cora, that faith gets pretty well gutted with what happens with Ariadne (though perhaps his less so than that of the two women).

10. Do they take pride in their work or is it just a routine? [Cora]

Cora definitely takes pride in what she does, even if it’s just a routine. Some parts of the routine - like putting her hair up in a bun or putting on robes - aren’t particularly pride-worthy, but the way she interacts with her mages, the plans she has for the system, she takes pride in all of that even if it’s daily work.

15. If made to choose between their family’s desires and their own, which would they choose? [Cora]

“Ha! Y’know- ugh, that plonker, that absolute- think he was a Count, or something. Maybe the son of an Arl, I dunno. But I was just walking through the lower part of town, where the little people have their markets, and he was walking through all full of himself- and pushed this kid over, kicked his bread in the dirt. No one could move ‘cos they were scared of getting beat, but so angry they couldn’t ignore it.

When his contact sent word, he made sure that no other patients would remain at his clinic upon her arrival. He was a questionable sight on his own, the appearance of a Tal-Vashoth would make people talk, attract attention to his person. It was the last thing he wanted.

And so, he waited, until his friend pulled the curtain, followed by a very tall woman, even taller than he expected. He nodded and his friend walked out of the tent.