#about bacon

Adaar (not to be confused with the potential Inquisitor- lots of qunari share the same name you know-) was born 9:18 Dragon on Par Vollen to a Tal-Vashoth in hiding.  His time on the chain of islands was brief- she gave birth to him immediately prior to fleeing for Ferelden with the infant and her older son Anaan, who soon became Adaar’s caretaker upon her passing away from complications with the birth. An apostate woman had been arranged to teach Anaan to control his newly discovered magic, and she took them in as her own the moment they arrived.  Adaar knew of no other life than the one they had in Ferelden.  Anaan would not speak of Par Vollen, of the Qun, or most disappointingly, of their mother.

They lived in seclusion.  Being Two Tal-Vashoth and an apostate (they would later find out that Adaar himself was also Saarebas, so really that’s three apostates in one home) it was in their best interest to keep to themselves.  Anaan took seclusion to another level, avoiding his co-inhabitants completely unless necessary.  Adaar spent his time cooking (his hefty appetite earning him the nickname “Bacon” from Anaan) and gardening, and his brother spent it brooding and wishing they were back home.  A life of isolation did not suit the former.  He would hear the Chant of the Light over the rolling hills of the Hinterlands, resonating from the Chantry at Redcliffe, and longed to be a part of that world.  He wanted nothing more than to fit in, but there were not many who wouldn’t run and scream at the sight of him, even from the young age of ten.  

By 9:36 Dragon, well after the Blight had passed, Anaan decided to join a mercenary company destined for Minrathous.  Adaar, unable to convince his brother that fleeing to a country that their people had assaulted an abundance of times was a fucking horrible idea, insisted on joining him.  It was lucky that they were mages; Adaar the most powerful between the two. A particular Circle of Magi’s curiosity regarding the raw power of a Qunari Mage won them over, and they welcomed him among them as their “apprentice.”

Basically, Bacon messed up.  At first, it was all blood magic giving him what he wanted.  More humanesque features, a place where he finally fit in… but then it wasn’t just their own blood they were using.  He had been ushered into the dark underbelly of Tevinter- the one that everyone back in Ferelden gossiped about.  It was the death of a slave that finally drew him over the edge, desperately seeking an escape...and when he found freedom, he recited the Chant of Light the entire voyage back to Ferelden and vowed to find a Chantry that would take him in.  He needed to repent for what he had done.