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Hey there! I'm Knave!

I. I'm in my mid-twenties and located on the east coast of the US. If there's something else about me you need to know before you're willing to RP, shoot me a PM c:

II. My schedule alternates pretty often and I'm in an RP server that takes precedence before this - you can expect one or two nights a week of two to three replies, and I may have to take an unannounced hiatus. I am ghost-friendly in turn, obviously.

III. Novella ig? I typically put out about 500 words per post, but can go down to 100 or up to 1500 depending on what you give me. I struggle more with being concise. I appreciate quality over quantity in replies and, while I love internal monologue, I need there to be something concrete for my character to reply to. If I give you a reply that you struggle with, let me know and I'll rewrite so it's more inciting.

IV. I prioritize character-driven plots and relationships over combat or intrigue. The character I'll be playing for this is a gay Tabris, but romance isn't the only thing I'm looking for. I'm happy to write platonic relationships - a friend, family member, or rival - as long as the feelings between the two characters are intense.

V. This is canon-divergent, so any character or plot within the DA universe is on the table. You wanna play Solas, groggy from waking up early? I'd be so down with that. Some characters I'm particularly interested in playing with are Zevran, Morrigan, Shianni, Mahariel, Brosca, a Twin!Tabris, Velanna, Merril, and Fenris. I love OC's, too!

VI. Smut may happen, depends on how you feel about it. This is Origins and the horror tag is there for a reason; this will be heavy with mature, triggering themes. Please be 20 or older. If you have any concerns or specific triggers, feel free to bring them up while we're plotting.

VII. I'd like to do this through discord. If you're interested, PM me for my handle ;3

the premise; knave's character

Duncan, Commander of the Grey in Ferelden, had been gathering more recruits in recent years - a boy who was nearly a Templar, the last scion of Highever's arlship, a blighted Dalish warrior, a casteless exile - in preparation for the King's stand against the Blight at Ostagar. The last two recruits were from Denerim; a fast-talking pickpocket and an elven archer that loathed Duncan with a passion. Unfortunately for the Wardens, it's Tabris that survives the joining and not Daveth.

Despite his precautions, Duncan's efforts were doomed to failure. Almost every Warden perished in Ostagar.

But Flemeth's intervention was not the only thing that saved the Order - while Alistair and one other make their way to Lothering on the witch's advice, some others have escaped the carnage and make their way through the wilds alone. Perhaps they encounter each other, or perhaps one of them encounters someone else entirely...

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The general idea behind this is that each of the P/C origins was recruited and that some of them miraculously survive Ostagar without Flemeth, if that was unclear - they're under no obligation to follow the plot of Origins, but the world will continue to be affected by the HoF's choices and the encroaching Blight if they don't. You can read more about the Tabris I'll be playing here. We can use the following prompt if it interests you, but feel free to suggest something else! I think that's it - again, if you're interested, shoot me a PM c:

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Had someone told Seysil that he'd miss the semi-constant drizzle of rain that characterized Ferelden's brief summers, he would have (forced and bitterly, angrily) laughed them off. He'd spent most of his childhood waiting for Summerday and that scant week-or-so on either side of it that existed between the bone-deep cold of winter and the season of unending piss.

It was just the Alienage's luck; spend eight months out of the year padding the walls with as many rugs as you can produce and you'll find yourself wringing them out on the step the remaining four - or at least until your step sinks below the mud. All the filth flows downhill from the Arl's estate, pools in the levee they insist is a wall built for your safety. 'Flushing the rats into the River Drakon,' he'd heard someone remark, once.

This two-week drought was unprecedented. Unnatural. 'Cause he wanted it, Eys thought, was the reason it wasn't coming. Rain was fickle that way. Played coy.

It was just one more way the world felt tilted on its axis. It didn't bear thinking about.

He was picking his way through a clearing in the forest - either the Northernmost reaches of the Kocari Wilds or the marches of the Brecilian - and lamenting a shallow depression in the ground, barren of vegetation save for a few hardy clumps of prairie grass, sprouting up through the hexagonal cracks in what ought to be the silt of a small pond. It was difficult to say what expression he wore beneath the wash of blood on his face, though the colors he wore were unmistakable; this lost, lone elf was a member of the Grey Wardens. Traitors to Calenhad's line in the eyes of half of the Bannorn, though he was not yet aware of this lie.

Eys exhaled through his nose and pressed on. He was doing his best to ignore the twinge of the gash in his side and the darkspawn blood seeping into his skin and scouring worse than any caustic lye.

He couldn't do anything about the ragged punctures left by the genlock mace that glanced his ribs until he could access his pack, couldn't access his pack until his hands were clean and he wasn't going to contaminate any of the precious resources it had protected from this latest bloodbath. He needed a generous source of water before he could do anything.

The tavern song he was humming died on his tongue and the drone of insects in the brush fell silent with the snap of something heavy coming down on a fallen branch; something was moving in the forest, obscured by the treeline, though he didn't know if it was man, beast, or worse. He ducked into the thicket as quietly as a city boy could manage and reached for his axe, holding his breath and cursing himself for not stringing his bow as soon as he woke.

alternate plots

DENERIM DURING DARKSPAWN CHRONICLES: In the Darkspawn Chronicles DLC, the player can run into Zevran defending the Alienage - in lore, Alistair spared Zev and sent him on his way, so our favorite crow was hiding out in Denerim.

In Origins, if the player selects any origin that isn’t City Elf, they can find Soris in Howe’s dungeons. He’ll describe how his cousin died in custody after they infiltrated the Arl’s estate.

I like these two little fun facts. I’m putting them in a jar and shaking them. I'm cool with playing either Tabris or Zevran for this.

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After slaying Vaughan, Tabris takes the fall for what happened and expects to be executed, but with both the Arl Orien and the King away for the month the execution is postponed - and then Ostagar happens. With Howe taking over the Arl’s estate while he advises Loghain, those trapped in the dungeons suffer his whims.

Tabris, an experienced burglar who’s familiar with the estate, plans their escape meticulously. The only thing that wasn’t accounted for was the Antivan Crow being hosted in the room they planned to defenestrate themselves from.

From here, we can decide where this goes - it’s been three weeks since Ostagar, Zev has just taken the bid for Alistair and he and Howe are scheduled to meet with Loghain in the morning, Tabris is weakened from imprisonment, and the Alienage walls have just been locked for the purge. I’m planning on the meat of this taking place in Denerim, but I’m happy for this to go in other directions, too.

DA2, FENRIS & ZEVRAN: If anyone likes playing Fen, I think it'd be cool to have these two meet through Isabela and tackle Thedas' slave trade problem together.

INQUISITION, HOF & THE INQUISITOR: It's a cop out that the Inquisition quest that deals with an order-wide Calling features Stroud instead of the Hero of Ferelden - that makes the choice between Hawke and the Warden much harder. Let's stick the HoF in Stroud/Alistair/Loghain's place.