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“Killed him? Wait, what, literally?”

Cage squinted up from where he had been sitting on the porch, legs sprawled over the stairs. He had considered not entertaining the question with a response, but after a moment’s thought, decided a statement so stupid could not have been left unanswered either.

“Of course literally, how the hell else would I mean that phrase? Have you never seen a dog fight, or something?”

Normally such a chastisement would have left Emelius red in the face from anger not from embarrassment, but whenever he was around Cage, it was like a constant reminder of his own ignorance as a dog. It was impossible not to feel so utterly exposed around the first person in Emelius’ life who wore his emotions on his sleeve and said exactly what he was thinking. It was relieving, just as it was terrifying.

“Not… Not exactly, at least, not the kind you are describing,” Emelius said, clearing his throat as he tried to regain his composure. “Fights in the slums may be a fight to the death, but it is not common practice to kill purebred dogs unless neither master is willing to back down. They’re too–”

“Expensive, valuable, precious?” Cage said finishing Emelius’ sentence before he quickly stood to face the other dog. Even though Cage was more than a head shorter than the butler, the radiating heat of his anger made up for the rest of his missing height. “How else would you like to shit on my existence, huh? Remember, Dmitri asked me to fight for him, not the other way around, alright?”

“I did not mean–”

“I never cared about the opinion of a purebred dog and I’m not about to start now, so you can save your breath, pretty boy.”

Cage did not even bother to give Emelius a second glance as he stormed inside, leaving Emelius unsatisfied with a half finished cigarette in his fingers and an unspoken argument lodged in his throat.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU

Kennedy (Childhood)

Kennedy used to get teased by boys as a kid for being so meticulous about her hair. Until she had a growth spurt and everyone decided to hush about it.

Kennedy (Old Age/Aging)

Kennedy doesn’t get to grow old. She dies doing her duty.

Eden (Sleep)

finding all the old rp fanvids

6) What’s their alignment? (chaotic good, neutral evil, etc.)

(Bear with me, I don’t have a very good grasp on the alignment system. Need more D&D)

Before becoming the Inquisitor, she was firmly in Chaotic Neutral territory. She was very self-serving, despised the rules and restrictions placed on her by her noble family, and wanted little more than to run away into the sunset. Even after waking up beneath a big green swirly of Thedas threatening death, she doesn’t really change much. Not until certain events that happen later. And at that point, I would shift her to Chaotic God.

Answered 10!

18) Who will they romance, if anyone?

/AGGRIEVED

Natia has never needed a man in her life, and never really wanted one. She is a one woman team, a perfect solitary unit. She will even butt heads with many of the important men that will be in her life once she becomes an Inquisitor. But that doesn’t stop her from flirting with them, and makes friends with more than a few. In the end, however, and for reasons that start with ‘A’ and end with ‘ddiction’, she will fall for Cullen. It won’t be pretty for a while, but in the end, it will work. 

19) Do they have any scars? What are they from?

N’aww

Petrina Devereux walked into the brothel with her hair pulled into a tight bun and her chin tilted upward. There were a number of confused faces looking upon her, and she didn’t much care if they knew who she was or not. Though she did recognize a few of them from the University.

Regardless, Trina had it in her mind to take over the establishment. If the men and women at Espergild thought her a whore, then why not play the part? It didn’t matter what she did now anyway. Her reputation was tarnished and her research no longer had funding. A reliable source of income was needed, and sex was always a profitable source of wealth.

“My name is Petrina Devereux. I have acquired this business as my own. Those who work here, stay. Those who pay for company, I ask you all to leave.” She eyed the men who were ready to protest, and tilted her head. “Sir, if you care to keep your sole reason that you have a need to be here, I suggest you bite your tongue.” She clasped her hands together. “You will be fully refunded, and given extra for the inconvenience, of course.”

Slowly but surely, the men trickled out, and the women gathered to meet their new Madam. “I do not care about your life stories. I do not really care about you at all. What I care about is that you are all in good health and good practice and will make me money. Your past is your past, as mine is mine. Eyes toward the future, ladies, and we should have no troubles.”