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Cain & Samael, then me and Lewen.
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Cain & Samael, then me and Lewen.
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Lewen (6'5)
Lewen has his last name is Minnie
Lewen has adopted by his family going to adopted, Minnie family got to adopted.
Sarah going to find 10 Heart Lockets and Heart Fruits/Fruit Hearts, Sarah has search skills and discovered skills
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Shrike is a dæmon of whimsy and few words. He rarely seems to sit still for long, which is not always to their interest; a patient, restrained dæmon gives away fewer signals and more than once he has taken inadvisable action that has earned trouble. Larkin shrugs at the idea that anything she says would curb his ways, however. He is highly interactive with other dæmons, landing on a larger one, tugging at a tail, or fluttering about in a way that draws their attention (and dulls their human’s in turn), but only ever allows these moments on his terms - should another move for him, he will dart quickly out of reach. He is also known for frequently pushing the distance boundaries of the bond, to the point that Larkin is accustomed enough to the ache of the pull to ignore it better than most. That ‘Shrike’ eventually settled as a black-billed magpie is of great amusement to human and dæmon both, and as with Larkin’s own name it was self-selected in the absence of parental input, plucked from some tatty magazine out of childish appeal.
Avery wears his heart on his sleeve, but Muhima is better at guarding it than he is. She is not one to stray, and is most often found on his shoulder or on nearby furniture, the earthy colouring of a frilled-neck lizard allowing her to blend in to most settings as long as she remains still, watchful and wary. She doesn’t like to be investigated closely, and though she tries to hold her ground she can be stirred into sudden slithering away from curious probings - and if either is sufficiently provoked that frill may snap forward in company with a gaping hiss as clear warning. Theirs is a close and communicative relationship: long discussions, debates, and arguments made loudly on rooftops, muttered in public, whispered in the dark before sleep. She is opinionated and stubborn, but much less ill-tempered; she battles regularly against impulse and anxieties as they arise. On bad days she will slip under his shirt and lie close and quiet, skin to skin, laying words aside in favour of the silent weight of her love. On very bad days, he won’t let her.
Lewen and his dæmon are something of an unusual case, in that he is very much male, she is very much female, and her form is very much that of a stag. It tends to be a point of curiosity when others notice, but neither of the pair dwells much on the meaning anymore: they are as they are. Jalla makes for sensible counsel, maintaining inscrutable poise in most situations and adeptly trading silent communication with Lewen through glances and the flick of an ear. She is also adept at positioning herself delicately and deliberately so that the bulk of her overshadows a vocal opponent’s dæmon. Though she is mercifully only as large as a white-tailed deer gets, the confines of townships and the narrow winding stairs of Skyhold don’t delight her, and she is never entirely at ease unless out on the road where she can be a valuable aid in carrying equipment and finding safe paths - Dalish dæmons have never scorned practical labour the way a human noble’s might.
It can be difficult for people to reconcile the grim and ghastly face of a death godlike with the bewhiskered adorableness of a sea otter, but anyone who actually talks to Neus will understand quickly enough. Kotissan (or Kotchi, as she calls him) is not quite as good-natured as his counterpart, more often the muttered voice of sarcastic cynicism to be reprovingly nudged with a toe. He’s not shy of approaching other dæmons and usually remembers his manners in doing so; with younger and smaller dæmons in particular he is much more gentle than his acerbic commentary suggests. He is affectionate with his human, winding around ankles and draping over shoulders, and the fierce-eyed watchfulness he turns on others is entirely a matter of protectiveness. He does like to pretend he will eat her pet spider just to earn an exasperated swatting.
Characters ranked by honesty in descending order:
Neus: Literally pledged to the god that celebrates honesty, so. She’s not so rigid as to refuse to bend the truth if the consequences for doing otherwise would be seriously dire, but she also doesn’t try to pretend that loopholes exist - the intent to deceive is what matters, not the exact words - so 99.9% of the time she’s as straight-shooting as anyone can be.
Elbrin: Sees no point in lying and is known for being uncomfortably blunt. She’s not particularly good at lying either; can sometimes get away with it because she’s difficult to read overall, but anyone who knows her well will see it coming as she fixes a stare over their shoulder and speaks even more woodenly than usual.
Lewen: Is honest by preference, but he knows the value of choosing one’s words carefully and he’s capable of light manipulation from a diplomatic front. He’s also very much on the tactful end of the scale in casual interactions.
Yarrow: Doesn’t lie often by nature, but has no moral objection to the notion and in the event that she does tell an untruth it’s with the same guiltless confidence as everything she says, so she tends to get away with it.
Avery: Technically he values honesty, but he lies a lot in a defensive sort of way - of course he wants this, no he doesn’t like that, god he’d be happy to never see you again. He’s not great at it though, and even worse at lying to himself. Seems to think that the louder and angrier he says it the more truthful it will become.
Larkin: Arguably lies more often than she tells the truth. Truth is power and careless honesty means handing that power to other people, so she wants to control who knows what about her, thanks. She also lies to test reactions to statements, lies to purposefully manipulate people, and occasionally lies just for fun.
anthony fineran (b 1981), fir lodge lewen, 2021
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The adventures in the Frostback Basin are honestly some of the most fun Lewen has all game. With the threat of Corypheus no longer hanging over everyone’s heads and a mission statement that’s more about historical exploration than an imminent crisis, it’s almost like a vacation! ...naturally it’s a vacation that devolves into an imminent crisis and ends with them fist-fighting an ancient Avvar god of war on an icy plain because that’s just how their luck goes, but everything else was great. Stone-Bear Hold was hearty and warm, the treehouses were delightful, and he just generally revelled in romping through the lush forests and marshlands of the basin while Dorian and Sera complained endlessly because they are useless city brats.
(The discoveries surrounding Ameridan are sobering, of course; although there’s a vicious satisfaction to be had in flinging this particular truth at the world, he has to consider what time and censors might do to his own history down the track. After all, it’s hard enough to stop people rewriting who he is and what he stands for while he’s alive and present.)
The adventures in the Deep Roads, on the other hand, are not so relaxing. Lewen never considered himself the claustrophobic sort until he found himself rubbing his forehead and requesting that no one remind him exactly how far they were underground because it was threatening to give him a serious case of the jitters. There was some unexpectedly gorgeous scenery and he enjoyed the chance to speak with Orzhammer dwarves for simple curiosity’s sake, but there were also fifty thousand darkspawn and a lot of gingerly edging around beautiful sprouts of lyrium that would kill him stone cold dead if he so much as brushed against them. He has no idea what to make of how the venture concluded.
Aaaand casting done!
I have a couple good ones, the rest is meh but it should be good.
I’m really happy with Lewen and I got one of my friend’s who’s nonbinary to play Lee so I’m very happy with that.
Still have to finish the play today but i’m gud.
Tbh Lewen just has very low standards for human behaviour, and slurs and dismissals are a lot more bearable when you’ve been raised to expect homicidal violence. Still tiring and unpleasant, and still warily regarded as a possible prelude to violence, but if violence is not present then he’s not going to provoke it.
It’s a stance further influenced by his position as First; he’s used to putting personal biases aside for the benefit of the group, and Keepers who choose the more aggressive path have often led their clans to ruin. Not because the anger is undeserved or unjustified, but because it’s simply not a fight the Dalish can win right now. They’re too reliant on not being anyone’s priority; on having blind eyes turned to their collection of apostates, and rulers reluctant to court trouble of their own by pursuing them across borders. A clan that persistently stirs up ill-feeling can find itself the cause of temporary alliances that set a dedicated force on their tails, and though they’re far from helpless, the humans have the weight of numbers on their side.
So Lewen denies himself anger because he’s unwilling to risk the potential consequences, and it’s a habit that extends all the way into his time in the Inquisition. Doesn’t rise to any baiting at Haven, because he doesn’t yet trust they won’t turn on him if he seems too troublesome; doesn’t make a scene at the Winter Palace because they need Orlais’ goodwill; doesn’t throw down with rude nobles because these people would kill him. They would kill him and those like him, and that’s been a reality of his life since he was very small. Better, then, to pick his battles with care. Better to sacrifice personal pride if it will mean securing safety, or progress, or even just pride for his fellows.
It helps, of course, that he’s not a particularly angry individual – much easier to suppress a temper that is slow to boil than one that comes on your quickly and with little warning. It also helps to have grown up Dalish, away from the atrocities of the alienages and the Circles and among people like himself who taught him love and respect for his culture. He grew up threatened, but it was an outside threat, something that could usually be avoided if one was careful, and if it did come to violence then there was the assurance of his clan at his back. He’s fought for his pride, but he hasn’t had to fight every single day; he’s lived with the fear of violence, but the dramatic life-or-death sort, not smaller violence city humans can and do unleash on the city elves on a regular basis.