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          ► PHYSICAL FEATURES!  ││ Accepting ◄

[SKIN]: Revas’ skin color is medium deep, with warm undertones. She has freckles that run along her cheeks, and across her shoulders. To the touch, she’s a bit warmer than most. Perhaps due to the fact that Ferelden is quite cold compared to the Free Marches so she’s usually bundled up or running warm to fend off the cold. 

The Vallaslin on her face also covers most of her body. Long branches stretch and crawl over her like veins. A thick line runs from her belly button to over her heart before spreading out much like the tattoos over her forehead.  Branches lead to circles on her shoulders, thick lines shooting from them down her arms. Coils of ancient sigils wrap around her muscles. Large, sharp lines cover her back and sides, stopping at the end of her spine. The lines match those that shoot down her legs, wrapping around her thighs. 

Most of her Vallaslin, however, is interrupted and missing large portions due to scar tissue. Four deep claw marks tear across her chest from her left shoulder to right hip. A large burn sprawls from her lower back, wrapping around her hip and down her leg to above her knee. Another burn, much smaller than that, interrupts the tattoos on her right forearm. A deep, yet short, gash slices over the middle of her back,  Four much smaller claw marks tear through her left bicep. 

Blushing is her general state, depending on the instance or reason it can usually go to her shoulders. It makes her feel odd, how often she blushes, but it’s slowly becoming her natural state; Light blushing. 

The skin on her hands, and elbows is rather rough. Calloused and worn down from all her fighting now. For the first few months in the inquisition, she wore bandages around her hands due to the fact that they were getting sores and cuts. Leather and silk is much better. But the rest of her skin is soft, and delicate. Smooth, minus the scars.

To touch on this subject now, seems pretty appropriate so uh: Most of her scars are received from within battle, or from her childhood. 

The claw marks across her chest were received from a terror demon.

Claw marks on her arm are from her childhood, when darkspawn attacked her clan. They’re not faded and usually have a wrap around them due to never healing properly.

The burn on her arm is more recent than the one on her side, received from that one time she didn’t have healing potions or covers on her arms and a wraith shot a fire ball.

The burn on her side and leg is from a dragon. Recent, but still healing nicely. 

     Ivy crawled in neatly-trimmed vines over the edge of Leliana’s balcony, wove through the stone columns of the railing and hung down in green, leafy ropes. It was common to see plants hanging about the colorful stone walls of buildings in Val Royeaux, or grown so that they could climb them, trimmed like show-dogs to look green, but not overgrown.

     The plants would stay. She would have no balcony at the Cathedral, and hopefully the next owner of her little city apartment would appreciate her gardening. The inside of the apartment was packed away. Velvet curtains were folded up so that they were off the ground, the dark red carpet vacuumed and cleaned, and her precious few material belongings stashed in crates, which sat by the door, ready to be moved.

     She had been working with the Divine for two weeks now, but the idea of moving into the cathedral made it all feel so... official.

          ( and her head still hurt her; she didn’t know whether or not she was going mad. visions of the woods, strangers in the garden -- she had sent a letter to Morrigan describing the location that she'd seen, but had yet to receive a reply )

     She took a last look out at the tall, ivory spires of the Chantry headquarters, visible only a few blocks away from her apartment. Massive, they were -- the Cathedral, which had taken two-hundred years to completely construct, was more a palace than a chantry. Did they need so much space? It was unlikely.

          ( the smell of the place had changed. there was something more foul on the air that made her wrinkle her nose. salty - was it humid? val royeaux had never been humid -- )

     Then Leliana turned, and strolled back inside. She left the door open, so that the voices of the street musicians drifted in on the summer air as she gathered her day pack from the corner. Two templars were going to come get the rest of her things as well as her furniture later on that afternoon, friends of hers, so she didn’t bother with the crates. As she pulled on her boots, she breathed in the scent of smoke and bread from the bakery down the road, felt the mild air on her skin. 

Dwarf ladies! *weeps* YEEEESSS

I picked up 2 Sigruns and 3 Brankas in a hero pack. I COULD HAVE A WHOLE DWARF LADY SQUAD OMFG. I JUST NEED DAGNA AND HARDING.

delayedcorruption replied to your photoset “Dagna and Scout Harding are now in Heroes of Dragon Age as part of the...”

is that.................. r e d lyrium.............

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wow put that thing back where it belongs or so help me