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For Mercy Trevelyan

1. Does your Inquisitor believe they are the Herald of Andraste?

Mercy doesn’t know what she believes--she goes to the Conclave with few expectations and tremendously broken faith, and when these people--these powerful, serious, intelligent people call her the chosen one, it takes all the self-control she has not to laugh at them. 

Because with everything she does in a world spinning out of control, she believes less in the Maker (what benevolent god would allow all this to happen, and if he’s not powerful-enough to stop it then how is he a god in the first place?). The more she learns of the first Inquisition, the more she believes: Andraste was a legend, but a person, with luck and fear and people at her back with a vested interest in her success. 

But she builds a Chantry garden so that the visitors to Skyhold might find respite there; she tells Josephine to spread word of Andraste’s love for all people, regardless of creed or country or status or magic in their veins. And as Cassandra’s faith wavers she places a hand on the back of her friend’s neck and says, “You lasted longer than I would have.” 

It doesn’t help. She knows it doesn’t help. The bottle of Antivan brandy and cups she sets down on the table do more good. 

6. How does your character feel about becoming Inquisitor?

Filled with incandescent rage. Not the plate-smashing kind, but the cold-and-quiet fuming kind, the speak-only-when-it’s-absolutely-necessary-kind, the be-glad-we-aren’t-practicing-with-live-blades-right-now-kind. They didn’t even ask, and she was never supposed to be in charge of anything, for the love of all that’s holy she once lost a flock of geese. 

(The kicker is she would have said yes if they’d brought it to her attention before making the announcement. She was conscious and lucid for half the walk to Skyhold and for a brief, glorious moment she believed again, and there’s power in belief--in herself, a wavering flicker of faith in the god of her childhood, who delivered her to safety with perhaps half an hour’s life left in her body--and her people went and started a movement behind her back.

The first night in her new quarters, full of dust and rubble with a creaky old bed blankets too thin to be warm, she stands barefoot on the balcony and wonders if she’d freeze to death if she stayed out the night through. And then she realizes that she can’t feel the fingers on her right hand, her sword-hand, and that her entire left side hurts, and goes back inside but doesn’t actually sleep. It takes a while before she forgives the conspirators, but they are hers and she is not, at this point, so fuzz-brained with anger and sadness that she can’t keep track of half a dozen large grumpy birds.)

And then, as it goes: she meets Hawke.

19. Do they take the time to hunt the dragons in Thedas or no?

Well, she tries. She and her companions always end up skittering away, half dead, covered head to foot in burns and bruises and trying not to breathe too deeply for all their collective broken ribs. 

24. If Varric was to give your Inquisitor a nickname, what would it be?

Others will test you, do not be afraid.

I will fight with you.

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Whenever I hear that line I automatically think of this comic, lol: reubelyn.deviantart.com…