#dorianmancer

My first inquisitor, Otto Lavellan (he/they/it)

Heres the matching dorian portrait i drew

He's 25 at the start of Inquisiton.

Goes along with the whole Inquistion thing because he wants to get shit done but he is very "Fuck the Chantry". He's uncomfortable with the mere idea of the Inquisiton.

Proudly Dalish

Has strawberry blonde hair.

Was born with Fade green eyes and his clan made a big deal about it bc the Keeper had a dream of a child born with those same eyes the night before his birth.

Hates being called the Herald of Andraste because not only is that not his religion, he thinks the 'chosen one' thing is nugshit.

Freckles for days.

He's a Knight-Enchanter with a affinity for nature magic, so he likes to combine the two.

He's a trans guy.

Is in a relationship with Dorian Pavus

Has claustrophobia

Is 5 foot and 1 inch tall. If you call him cute you better pick a God and pray they show you mercy because he won't.

Screams inside whenever he has to deal with the Chantry or Orlesians. Leliana is the exception.

Worries about the unknown effects of the Anchor on his body.

Doesn't like the idea of having his own army, especially an army that sees him as a religious figure.

Loves strawberries and strawberry ice cream.

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Posting my inquisitor wip to keep me motivated

Sorry this took so long! I had some other stuff to add but I got frustrated with it so I'm posting what I have. Sorry if it sucks.

WARNING: GENDER DYSPHORIA MENTION

18.    Dorian and Iveanis Lavellan

“Don’t cry. It’s gonna be alright.”

Dorian whispered as he held Iveanis. He'd found the elf curled up in bed, tears streaming down his face. By now he'd had seen enough of these episodes to know what the source of Iveanis' distress was his own body, even if he didn't know exactly how to help. That lack of knowledge made him feel useless and if there was anyone he wanted to be of use to, it was his amatus. Kaffas...think of something Pavus! Remember what Cole said about Lavellan's thoughts during these episodes. He'll probably be worried about being. 'man enough', especially when it comes to me.

Iveanis sniffed and looked up at the other man. His fade green eyes were just as beautiful as usual, albeit a bit red and puffy. Dorian felt his chest tighten at seeing the man he loved being hurting so much, but being powerless to help him.

"Vhenan..I...t-thought...thought you told me that you were getting some studying done tonight."

"I was. Strangest thing though, Cole stopped by and told me you needed me. Hard to choose even the highest quality reading material over that, not that your library has any."

The elf buried his face into Dorian's chest once again and angrily mumbled something that sounded like "fuck you".

Dorian smirked as he rubbed Iveanis' back.

"Maybe when you're feeling better."

That got a chuckle out of him and earned Dorian a playful smack on the ass. The elf then lifted his head, deeply kissing his beloved. After a moment they pulled their faces away.

"You're an incorrigible flirt."

"Luckily for you, I'm also yours."

Iveanis laughed again. It was clear that he was starting to feel better despite the look of pain behind his eyes. Dorian hoped that one day he could make that look fade, if not make it disappear all together. He gently cradled Iv's face in his hands and kissed his forehead.

"Amatus...I may not know how to help you, but I love you. No matter what your body looks like, it belongs to the man I love. There is nothing wrong with you."

Tears started to well up in the elf's eyes and for a moment Dorian was worried he'd said the wrong thing. Iveanis then shook his head, wiping his eyes. He pressed his forehead to Dorian's.

"Don't worry, these are happy tears. You have no idea how much your words mean to me, even when they aren't perfect. All you need to do is be here for me."

Dorian smiled softly, gently rubbing Iveanis' back. 

Ven: My favorite part of the Rift Mage specialization? Getting to use magic to make enemies smack into other nearby enemies.

Solas: Surely there are oth-

Ven: Shhhh, let me have this. It's not like I'm using blood magic or anything. I just like smashing enemies into other enemies.

Cole: It DOES look cool.

Ven: My son has spoken, Solas. I'd tell you to kiss my ass, but Dorian has that covered.