Procrastination Station

If you asked him his 'Real Name' he'd give you a tight smile and say, "That's a bit rude, don't you think?" Rook's 'Real Name' is complicated (because I can't let anything be simple) In an orphanage in Ferelden, they called the quiet little redhead Finn, but that wasn't his name. In a circus in Orlais, he wanted to blend in, so he told them his name was Benoit. But no one called him that. On a Tevinter slave ship, packed tight with bodies and chains, he shivered and prayed no one would notice him enough to call him anything. In House de Riva, too old to be a fledgling, and only adept at surviving whatever they put him through, he called himself Jackdaw, but a Crow that can hardly fight is hardly a Crow at all. So they called him Magpie: for his hair, already graying at a mere 25, his sticky fingers, and near constant chatter. When Varric finds him, middle aged, and thrown out of the only place he'd managed to carve out a home for himself, he gives him the nickname Rook. At first, he thinks it's a cruel joke. Another bird, not quiet what he was supposed to be, but as he travels with Varric, he starts to realize what it means, what Varric sees in him, and he wants to live up to that. So he is Rook. As far as discussion though, that is confusing and annoying LMAO, so I call him Silver. The accident that orphaned Silver left him fade-touched, not that he knows that. As far as he knows, bad luck has simply followed him all his life, and as an adult he has keenly honed his ear to that little voice in his head 'what's over there?' 'I wonder where that person is going?' 'this seems safe' that always led him into trouble, to the point where he can use his 'bad luck' like dowsing rods to find, ambushes, hidden treasure, important people, ect.

In game, when Varric introduces Rook as "an expert on trouble" I really latched onto that. I liked the idea of folding in game mechanics into his character, like the way Rook just kind of knows where to go for quests ect. Plus the way that Rook will 'nearly miss' jumps ALL THE TIME, so I made it part of him through his 'bad luck'. It's also a fun meta thing, if I want something to happen I can just blame that >:] I also really wanted a reason for Silver to be able to hear Spite, so being fade-touched already, plus Solas cracking his skull like an egg, I figure Silver can hear spirits in general at close distances. Not like he hasn't already gone through the ringer because of the ritual, now he's hearing voices. Sorry bud. (not really)

Appearance

Silver is on the upper end of average height and his build thickset, solid muscle under a layer of fat, completely by design. He is Much stronger and faster than he looks, so that people underestimate him, and so he can escape whatever sticky situation he ends up in. There’s also a bit of vanity that goes into it, but an ample chest and ass can be, and have been, plenty useful. Silver is pale but Covered in freckles and fair body hair, with very short gray hair, and a matching pointed beard and curled mustache. His blocky eyebrows rest over gray-green eyes that angle downward, giving him an almost drowsy appearance. (He also has really prominent bottom lashes that are one of my FAVORITE things about his design) All of this combined with his hooked nose and full lips make his heritage hard to pin down. Silver’s only tattoo is a geometric band around his throat of dwarven design, but he has plenty of scars. One on his upper lip, from when he was a child, faint ones around his wrists and ankles from the Tevinter slave ship, an acid burn across his hip from his first job with the Crows, and various scars on his arms and legs from narrow escapes. About half the time he goes around with an easy smile and relaxed posture, trying to slip under people’s guard and notice, and the other half of the time he has a tight, wide eyed grimace as he tries to wiggle out of whatever problem he’s stumbled into.

Personality

Silver has lived too many different lives, now the masks he wears feel more real than the man underneath. He is the Epitome of ‘humor as a defense mechanism’. The last person who really truly loved him unconditionally died saving his life, so he believes he must keep people at a casual distance for their sake as well as his own, but if someone were to really get to know him? To understand all that he is and want him still, platonically or romantically? “Devoted” wouldn’t cover the half of it. A stranger just meeting him would see a smooth talker with an easy smile, joker, flirt, kind of a little shit, who will startle people with flashes of real sincerity and concern for others. Usually this care and concern lands him neck deep in trouble, but eh, what can you do. Someone who has known him for a while would see a man who watches and listens more than he seems, observation being his primary key to survival. Silver will always try to talk his way out of a problem first, but less in a ‘pacifism, kindness, you’re better than this’ kind of way, and more of a ‘con man with his back to the wall and a pitchfork in his face’ kind of way.