#cockdarp

Sorry everyone.  Due to my own hiatus I've been belated in posting these notifications for others.  The following characters are hereby on hiatus until the 12th of this month due to a friend visiting from downstate (whoops these guys are my roommates prob should have put them on hiatus when I took mine as uh our friend is sharing the same space with all of us.  MY BAD.):

Alistair

Bethany Hawke

Cailan Theirin

Sten

And the following characters are on hiatus until the 14th due to less fun obligations (</3):

Bryony Verreuil

Feynriel

Morrigan

The following characters will be on hiatus until July 12th, 2014:

Duncan Wolfe

Fenris

Gamlen Amell

Garrett Hawke

The hiatus for the following characters has been extended to the 23rd of June:

Fergus

Marian

Merrill

OC Information:  Name: Natia Brosca Birthdate (Zodiac): Taurus (21st of Cloudreach) Age: 24 Sex: Female Gender: Feminine Sexuality: A Kinsey score of 2 Race: Dwarven Class: Warrior Job: Bodyguard, Lyrium middleman, part-time degenerate hooligan. Place of Origin: The Dust Town slums of Orzammar. Place of Residence: A somewhat nice (and by somewhat nice, I mean the roaches keep to their side and she keeps to hers) flat in Lowtown. Reason for coming to Kirkwall: She’s a Grey Warden deserter who was looking for freedom away from Fereldan. I’ve written a bit of her history over here. Blog URL: natiabroscas Faceclaim: Tatiana Maslany Four-to-Five Paragraph Post Sample:

Natia wasn’t much for enjoying the weather. She didn’t even remember knowing the word until her first night staying in a shoddy motel, the news crackling in through the static. Back in Orzammar there was no weather to speak of but rather a suffocating heat from the lava working it’s way through the underground city. 

Things there had been unchanging in the same way as the heat. She was casteless and casteless she remained along with her sister and her drunk of a mam’ and it was this: day in and day out. Set in Stone, Rica said once.

The topsiders, she quickly realized, had no concept of set in stone like her people did. They were all transient and fleeting with their free will and upward mobility. It was a freedom that made her both uneasy and nervous. 

Humans were a bit like the weather. After a tick, she figured that now she could be that too, if she wanted.

She looked up into the murky void above her head, swirled with clouds. The humans called it the sky and she was told, years ago, that ‘No, Nat you can’t fall into it,' but she gripped the railing hard all the same.

"Fuck that," She had been changing even in Orzammar. A brand winning the Provings. A Grey Warden… then a deserter. She’s like this new word, this weather. She’s the rain, she’s the clouds coming in over the water, and yeah…she could be the fucking tornado if she wanted to, Paragons be damned. 

The following characters will be on hiatus from today, May 31st, through June 18th:

Fergus

Marian

Merrill

Orsino