#inqueuesitor

WARNING: Light profanity

TIMELINE: Before Halamshiral

NOTE: I base the Rivaini language off Spanish. 

The Inquisitor was sitting at his desk, scratching away at the parchment with quill and ink in his office. It was nearing the later hours of night now, but he wanted to get a few more things finished before he headed upstairs and joined Bull in the comfort of their bed.

When there was a wrapping of knuckles on the door, he looked up. One of his advisers? This late? It must have been important, if so. He allowed his voice to call out for whoever it was to enter almost nonchalantly, but the door swung open with a force that made his head snap up. 

Talan. His half brother. Why wasn’t he surprised with the dramatic entrance. He’d learned that his brother was quite the performer.

“Maker’s breath, must you barge in here like that? You’ll rip the bloody door from its hinges. Be careful.” Kaaras’ voice showed immediate frustration. He wished he could blame it on being tired, but he couldn’t. Talan, unfortunately, had a way of making his blood boil that no one had, not even Corypheus. 

Talan tutted his tongue and brushed his long, velvety hair over a shoulder. “Aw, relax, dear brother,” he laughed, making his way over and sitting himself onto the desk. There was that grimace across his bother’s lips and his brow furrowing. Should he start picking his belongings up and moving them to different places? Watch Kaaras get all flustered and pissed off enough that he’d wear that little scowl where his nose scrunched into a cute, angry button?

Definitely.

He went to pick up some of the papers, but a hand stopped him, tight around his wrist. Ah, so Kaaras’ reflexes were getting better–or perhaps he was getting more predictable? How disappointing, if so. 

Talan grinned, cool blue eyes catching fiery red. “N’aw, I am not allowed to play with the Inquisitor’s things?”

“No. You are not,” Kaaras stated firmly, moving Talan’s hand away from the pile of papers he’d been working on for hours. Be damned if he was about to allow his brother to muck it all up. He’d already re-written what felt like a hundred of them until he was perfectly happy with them. Perfectionist was putting it lightly when it came to Kaaras Adaar. 

“Now, what do you want?” Because Talan clearly wanted something. He always did, even if it was just being annoying--his favourite past time, Kaaras was convinced. Sometimes, he was extremely thankful he’d not grown up with Talan, otherwise he was sure he’d have gone mad.

Taking his hand back, Talan touched something on his wrist. “I, my dear little brother, made you something.” He slipped the hand crafted bracelet over his knuckles and held it up for show. “You clearly have fine taste in jewellery with those pretty rings of yours, so I thought I would add to your collection.”

Looking at the bracelet, Kaaras’ brows raised, his stern expression going a little softer. Talan had… made him something? A bracelet, of all things? He looked between his brother and the bracelet before carefully examining it. It was woven with some kind of wool by the looks of it. No, it was definitely wool–he knew that texture anywhere. And on it was a wooden carving of…

Kaaras expelled a soft laugh from his nostrils. “A ram’s head, hm?” His eyes went back to Talan and he felt his cheeks warm. Why he was blushing was beyond him, but receiving gifts wasn’t something he would ever be used to. A childhood of bullying and being different would do that.

“Carnero. That means ram in Rivaini,” Talan informed, a happy smile on his face. “I have noticed you are rather fond of the creatures.” Well, besides the farm Kaaras had grown up on he’d learned of, he had the skull of one on his staff, and Kaaras’ horns were rather ram-like in nature. If Kaaras thought he didn’t take notice of those small details, he was wrong.

“Did you know that the ram is a symbol of determination and leadership? I thought it suited you well.”

Kaaras leant his elbows onto the desk and looked at the wooden carving. That was sweet… He knew Talan had a softer side, he’d seen it before, but he was also Tal’Vashoth, and freshly so. He didn’t know how to be a brother, or family (not because he didn’t want to know, but because the Qun didn’t have that–not like Kaaras anyway). But here his brother was, giving him something that symbolised his person, but also his title as Inquisitor. Something so personal to Kaaras that not even his inner circle may have known.

He looked back at the older qunari and offered him a touched smile. “Thank you, Talan. That… this is very kind of you.” They were not always on the best of terms, and Maker knew it was because Talan liked to drive him up the wall, but somewhere deep down in there, Talan cared enough to make this for him.

Of course, the moment things got serious, Talan backed out like a bat out of hell, playing it lightly and just giving Kaaras a big, toothy grin. “Did you know, they’re also stubborn asses.”

Kaaras’ eyes halved. “Are you calling me a stubborn arse?” He was right. Kaaras knew he was very stubborn.

“You call yourself a stubborn ass,” Talan laughed. “But between you and me, my dear little brother, I think it is one of your charms.” He tapped his clawed fingertip onto Kaaras’ nose before he withdrew from the table. “That and your real ass, of course. I know you must be wonderful with the ladies. Or men. Whatever you prefer. Maybe both?”

Kaaras’ ears lowered, his cheeks going dark and the scowl returning. “Don’t ruin the moment, Talan.”

“Already did,” the rogue teased. “And with that, I bid you adieu.” He gave an over dramatic bow. “Inquisitor.” He swung open the door as dramatically as he’d entered before he blew Kaaras a kiss over his shoulder. “I love ewe.” Despite his own horns, he tucked his arms beside his head, his fingers mimicking horns.

Kaaras rolled his eyes, scoffing before the door closed behind his brother. With the bracelet still in his hands, he rolled his sleeve up and placed it over the thick of his hand so it could sit comfortably around his wrist, the little carving against the table. He didn’t plan on taking it off any time soon. In fact, he was more than proud to wear it.

Meet Kaaras’ mother: Aban Adaar

Some quick things I should mention:

No, she’s not a mage, I just really liked the Saarebas armour and wanted to check it out.

Aban was only 16 turning 17 when she fell pregnant with Kaaras and fled the Qun (she’s only 46 at current and was obviously a very young mother)

Aban was a former Tamassran under the Qun who taught converts the language of the Qunari people (clearly a young one in training). She can speak Common, Qunlat, Antivan, Rivaini and some Tevene.

Unfortunately, the lighting in game did make her age lines kind of disappear, she does have them around her mouth/cheeks and eyes, though.

She is not a fighter and has no in game class/specialisation. She is a mother and a teacher, and unfortunately wouldn’t know how to defend herself very well outside of instinct. 

Her voice and face claim is Sigourney Weaver :3 <3333 

Like mot qunari, she is muscular in nature, but she also works the farm which keeps her somewhat in shape. Outside of her work on the farm, she doesn’t work out or train to keep in shape/fight. 

Personality: Aban is strict, forward and disciplined in nature. She still struggles to come to terms with some of the customs of the South despite being there for 29 years.

She is a fiercely caring mother to her children. Kaaras is her only blood child, but she is willing to take any orphan or individual in need under her wing (which is how Aith came to be a part of their family).

Aban is not an inherently violent person and does not like the thought of killing and war, however, that won’t stop her from tugging an ear, slapping a wrist or a bottom smack if needed. She believes that different techniques work with different children.It was part of her duty under the Qun to observe these behaviours and use of tactics. 

Aban analyses all people she comes to meet thanks to her training under the Qun. As well as teaching converts the language of her people, she also chose specific careers for the growing children of the Qun, sexually pleased those who were in need and helped stitch the lips and eyes of Saarebas.

Anaan Adaar (Kaaras’ father) was her first real lover. It was he who lost his purpose when he fell deeply in love with her. When she fell pregnant with child, she instantly became attached to her unborn baby, and knew that there was no other way but to flee.

She greatly misses her life in Par Vollen and gave up everything for her lover and her son. There are days that she mourns the loss of it, but she’d give up anything for the sake of her family, and does not regret her decision.

MODS:

 Kaaras is not ashamed of his fat. 

Yes, Kaaras is overweight. He has an endomorphic body. Naturally, this means he is more prone to gaining weight, particularly around the thighs, buttocks and waist (hips) and abs. In no way does this mean Kaaras doesn’t gain muscle or have muscle beneath his fat. He does. He is the classic “big boned” look (which is endomorphs).  

Even with Kaaras’ low self esteem, his weight has never been something he’s been concerned about, or ashamed of unless someone specifically teases him about it (and it’s not so much about the weight but someone picking on him). As a qunari, he’s always been seen as bigger than normal, however, so perhaps that also makes it easier for him to shrug off the idea of being overweight vs someone just calling him big no thanks to his race.

Growing up in poverty, Kaaras was a small, undernourished child. This caused a lot of hormonal and growth issues for Kaaras (even in the womb considering his mother was also undernourished during her pregnancy thanks to a life on the run from the Qun).

As a child, Kaaras was thin and short. He still had a classic stout stature and ‘big bone’ appearance, but he was thin and far less filled out than he is now. Kaaras was not born chubby, nor did he live his youth overweight. He was always underweight for his body type.

However, once he began travelling, earning coin, he also found a fondness for food. A life with so little made him have a real passion for tasting anything he could, but also because he cherishes food, because he won’t waste a SINGLE bite. Kaaras IS a foodie. He consumes a lot more calories than any human, and that’s purely just because of him being a much larger body than humans. He’s a qunari, he NEEDS to consume more. But a life with a steady job and comfort has led Kaaras to eating more than he needs, particularly due to stress eating.

Once he became captain of his mercenary company and stopped drinking alcohol, food has definitely become a sort of crutch for him. He stress eats, which has caused him to gain more weight, and in turn making the Kaaras he is as Inquisitor. Within the last few years, he has filled out due to a steadier career, less moving around and the stress of being a leader–not to mention food being so accessible (it’s a number of things, not just the one). Kaaras is a recovering alcoholic as well, so food is definitely something he fell onto as a sort of replacement for that.

Kaaras is NOT unhealthy because of his weight. If anything, he’s MUCH healthier than he used to be. Growing up poor meant little meals, meant not enough food for him to develop and grow properly. Now, he’s actually far healthier than he’s ever been. Just because he has a little bit of weight to him, doesn’t mean he’s grossly unhealthy. He exercises regularly, he trains vigorously, and despite his layer of fat, he’s as fit as a horse.

This is why Kaaras is not ashamed of his fat. He knows he was unhealthy as a child, he knows he was underweight. He felt it. He feels the difference now to when he was growing up. Kaaras has much more energy than he used to, and yes, he stress eats, but he still exercises every day, keeps himself fit and has a healthy amount of muscle over his body as well.

Being an endomorph means that even with his exercise, it’s harder to lose the weight he’s gained and for the muscle to replace the fat. That’s just his body type. He also has a number of hormonal issues which means it’s harder for him to lose weight as well, once it’s gained.

If Kaaras wanted to lose the weight he had, he COULD with hard work and diet control, but he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t care. Because he knows that he’s much healthier than he used to be, and his fat does not make him feel ashamed.

The only time Kaaras will ever feel concerned about his weight is when someone points it out in a manner of fat shaming him (and again, that’s because someone is literally making FUN of him), or he’s worried about a smaller lover that he might potentially hurt (and that’s to do with his size as a person, as a qunari, not because of him being overweight).

Well, now she was certain she had never blushed so hard in her life. She felt her blood rush to the rest of her face and up to the very tips of her ears, and stared at him a moment before she gave a little smile and a quiet giggle. That funny sensation in her stomach was still there - like butterflies.

"I like your laugh," she said. And... since he said he'd kiss her again... She scooted closer and reached up - Kaaras was much taller than her, even when seated - to press a shy kiss to his lips.

"I..." she met his eyes. "I'm okay with it..."

The both of them were apparently blushing messes. He rarely was told that someone enjoyed his laughter, or maybe if he gave people the time and day they might have. But Kaaras was so busy, and in truth, he’d not been looking for any kind of romantic relationship with anyone because of his work. Somehow (and whilst stuck in an elevator), the two of them had just crossed paths. 

His long ears twitched as she scooted closer and pressed her lips to his. His eyes looked to hers, red on green, and Kaaras found his hand moving to her arm, before he pressed a kiss back. It was brief, but he found himself wanting more, so he moved forward and kissed her again, this time slower... longer. 

If she did not wish to kiss him, she was free to tell him to stop any time she wanted. He’d not take offence, but this opportunity may never present itself again, and he wanted to kiss her, to feel close to her. 

// Sometimes I think Josephine is a much better suitor for Kaaras than Bull. While I love Bull and obviously that’s still Kaaras’ canon romance, he and Josephine would have had a more comfortable lifestyle that matches one another’s.

Kaaras has been working with nobles for the last 3-4 years in Starkhaven, he’s grown to understand how the system works and is a diplomatic man himself, this works really well with Josie’s character. Not just that but the both of them are kind hearted people who use violence as a last resort.

Overall, their personalities click, they are open minded, supportive of mages and all races, and they are both shy and awkward when it comes to intimacy. They are also both very professional when it comes to their work.

So why didn’t Kaaras take to Josie? Because he had interest in Bull first. If Bull would have rejected him, or Bull wouldn’t have eventually opened up to him in their own intimacy, then I don’t think Kaaras would have continued a relationship with him or pursued one.

Bull’s character is very in depth and the slow burn is something that is a plus for both these romances. Rushed romance is never an option with Kaaras because he doesn’t work well with rushing head first into these sorts of things. That grace period between Haven and Skyhold (and AFTER Here Lies the Abyss) is what allows Bull’s romance to work (and Josie’s if they’d have gotten together).

Josie’s and Kaaras’ romance is that of a classic fairy tale. Beautiful woman, handsome knight trying to save the world. They are literally Disney vibes, and that WORKS for Kaaras, because he is the classic knight in shining armour type.

I think what drew Kaaras to Bull was (without my bias of course) that Kaaras DOES lean a little more towards men, especially men who are older than him. With Kaaras, physical traits are a secondary factor in any romance, but there was definitely something alluring about the fact that Bull is a qunari–and that’s something Kaaras has had less experience with in the past. While his previous lover was also a qunari, most of Kaaras’ experience comes from humans and elves. There’s definitely a comfort factor when it comes to Kaaras’ insecurities about his body and physical appearance that he knew Bull would never judge him for. Around lovers who are smaller, Kaaras can feel at times that he has to be extra careful due to his weight and size. He never has to worry about this with Bull, therefore it’s something that he’s felt more freedom and comfort in.

Then there’s the fact that Bull makes him laugh. The way to Kaaras’ heart is laughter. If you can make him laugh, show you’re not serious ALL the time, it’s something he’s instantly drawn towards. Kaaras wants a lover who isn’t ashamed of themselves or wants to hide him away. He wants that open freedom, and that’s not to say Josie wouldn’t have allowed that, but Kaaras knows enough about nobles to know that the relationship would have had to deal with politics and politics and love shouldn’t be mixed. With Bull, he’s free of that.

There are times I really wish that Josie was his canon romance because they’re such a sweet and doting couple, and I just adore Josephine’s romance, but there’s also reasons why I know it could have also been complicated–especially when Kaaras is forced to duel for her love. If anything, he would have respected Josie’s wishes and not gone behind her back the way it’s done in game.

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: He found Pelle to be immature and brattish. He felt like Pelle always found ways for them to argue.

Current impression:  He understands that they have different opinions on matters, but that’s okay. He still feels Pelle needs a little guidance every now and again, but he’s also young, so it makes sense. He’s warmed up to Pelle a lot, and has taken him under his wing a little. He has also seen him grow and learn, and that makes him proud for him.

Are they attracted to your muse?:  Pelle is aesthetically attractive, yes, but there’s nothing romantic to it. 

Something they find frightening about your muse: Pelle can be a bit of a dingus at times lol. Kaaras fears that he’s going to get caught up in something he will deeply regret, or something that will end up getting him severely hurt.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  He’s curious. It’s a good trait, though, it means he’s willing to learn and discover. 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  Yes.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  He’d take him out, but it would not be romantic. If anything, Kaaras feels they have a more familiar bond. Father/son thing happening, even if Kaaras isn’t THAT much older than Pelle, lol. He still feels it >.< 

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  Jovial. 

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No. Not even if he was pissed at him. 

repost this with your flower and what it means!

Birth flower - Sasanqua Language of flowers - surmount Massage - You have the strength of surmounting.