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Inquisition aftermath

DECEMBER 2013		JANUARY 2014		FEBRUARY 2014
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Ellie		Ico
Elissa		Isabela
Merrill		Ammy
Kili		Hawke
		Las Vegas

SEPTEMBER 2013		OCTOBER 2013		NOVEMBER 2013
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L - Kidnapping and cutting ties		L - Reading with Ellie		P - 02. A Memoir
L - UE hold
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Rescue		Celes		Arya
Vanadi		Hawke		Gold
		Fiona		Sofiya
		Colette
		Isabela
		Kaneis
		Town Meeting
		Cable

JUNE 2013		JULY 2013		AUGUST 2013
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		P - 01 - Demons
		L - Dinosaurs with Merrill and Elissa
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Arrival:Mixed		Aurican		Ellie
Law		Nathan		Vanadi
Ygritte		Charles		Charles
Loki		Koltira		Merrill
Ygritte		Dinosaur beach		Ellie
Vanadi		Thassarian
Ygritte		Demon Hunting

OCTOBER 2016

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Kitty

Kara (Met AC)

Tourist mingle

Winn (Met AC)

Scrapyard mingle (Met AC)

Marian (IB)

Kirk (IB)

Marian

Anders

Marian (IB)

Marian

McCoy

Nami

Chloe

JULY 2016		AUGUST 2016		SEPTEMBER 2016
Posts		Posts		Posts
Threads		Threads		Threads
Riona (Met AC)		Adalwolfe (Met AC)		Kirk (Met AC)
Nami		Kirk found a thing		Anders
Anders/Riona (Met AC)		Finwe (Met AC)		Riona's party (Met AC)
Anders (IB)		Anders		Dragon fight
Adalwolfe (IB)		Leliana (Met AC)		Adalwolfe (Met AC)
Kirk		Riona		Allen
Leliana		Juno		Hawke
Planet mingle (Met AC)		Hawke		Kara
		Felix		Winn/Kitty
				Leliana
				Anya

DRIFT FLEET ACTIVITY: JAN 2015 - JUN 2016

FROM: SUBJECT: KIRK Fenris? It's me. Can I come in? MARIAN/CLOUD Meanacing DORIAN Well, I wasn't certain what to expect... JUSTICE You seem to have escaped the planet unharmed. RIONA You know, when someone is three sheets to the wind and suggests a threesome... RIONA Fenris! It feels like ages since we've spoken. KIRK ACTION MARIAN Fenriiiiis ADALWOLFE please tell me you didn't sleep with Isabela too ANDERS :3 MARIAN This will do KIRK Can we talk? MARIAN You're a mess, Marian. ADALWOLFE Special delivery! ANDERS Maybe it will help with your face. HAWKE Fenris? You there? VARRIC Don't-- don't do anything. OCTAVIA Hey, Fenris ELIZE Fenris? JOVE ACTION STEVEN fenrisssssssssssssssssssssssss ROBIN Listen, Fenris, I know you don't give a shit about me, but-- FELIX Fenris, I apologize for contacting you in this way, but I was wondering... JOVE SO ABOUT COLE JOVE STRAWBERRIES

TO: SUBJECT: KIRK About Anders KIRK Kirk wakes KIRK Kirk? Can we speak? MARIAN Where are you? We need to speak. KIRK You wish to speak HAWKE We need to speak VARRIC Varric. Varric. Varric wake up. JOVE Jove. May I have a moment of your time? JOVE Can we speak? Are you busy? HAWKE Is there anywhere on this blighted hole we can find any decent alcohol? JOVE I was spiteful and angry to you, and I owe you an apology. HAWKE Hawke. Did you know the Inquisition have a demon? VARRIC There is something I need to tell you.

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OUT OF CHARACTER:
Name/Handle: TF
Contact: PM of teeff
Reference: Current Player

IN-CHARACTER:
Character name: Fenris
Character journal: wolfuncaged
Series name: Dragon Age
Canon notes: Point: Dragon Age 2. The Last Straw quest - just before the Chantry blows up.

Previous game: exsilium. Fenris arrived in Exislium, to learn he'd be conscripted into a war on a completely different world, against the United Earth, who ultimately threatened all worlds, including Thedas. Given a magical link to his Blade of Mercy (which he never used to its full potential because magic) he begrudgingly helped and pretty much failed to make that many friends in his entire time there. He made like, three. Seriously. He did learn how to tolerate Merrill, an elf mage from his world, a little more. To the point where he stopped telling her she needed to die all the time, anyway. He also learned his world can have multiple outcomes, with multiple Hawkes, which is really disturbing as far as he's concerned. When the war was won, Fenris chose to go back to Thedas, his version of Thedas, along with Merrill. Instead, he gets to go to Drift Fleet. Happy times for him.

Species: Elf

History:

Fenris' story starts, like many elves within the Tevinter Imperium, in chains. Born with the name Leto, he was a slave to an unnamed magister for some time, until a magister by the name of Danarius offered high stakes for the position of his bodyguard. Leto fought and competed for the position, and when he won, he used to boon to free his mother and sister from slavery. Danarius had dark magic in store for the young elf, he tattooed Leto's skin with lyrium, a toxic, highly magical substance in their world. The lyrium would give Leto the ability to become semi-tangible and a truly difficult adversary to beat. Wanting to keep his prize to himself, Danrius stripped Leto of his memories before the branding, and renamed him Fenris. His 'little wolf'.

It was only by chance that Fenris learned of true freedom. He was left behind during a battle between a group of magisters and qunari. Badly injured, he was raised back to health by Quinari Fog Warriors, who taught him how to live for the sake of living, and to answer to no one. Still, when Danarius returned to reclaim his property, he ordered Fenris to slaughter his saviours, and Fenris obeyed, as he always had. It was too late, however, his eyes had already been opened, and horrified by his actions, he fled his master and eventually made it to Kirkwall.

There, he met the Champion and had many adventures. All of which are here. Most of his past follows this but as the action is based on player choice: he allowed his sister, Varania, to live, and learned the truth of his past. He has also gone through both the Legacy and the Mark of the Assassin DLCs.


Personality:

"Such a curious lad. The chains are broken, but are you truly free?"

The first thing people will notice about Fenris is that he has a lot of unresolved anger issues. He has lived for a long time in an impossible situation, every step he takes which he believes will lead him to freedom only making the situation harder. It has made him frustrated, and he has a tendency to lash out at others as a way to cope with it. He can throw a cutting remark as easily as he can wield a blade, often not caring if he hurts someone's feelings or not in the process. There are times, if he is close enough to a person, where he'll apologise for his actions, but these are few and far between, mostly because he doesn't LET people get close to him.

Which comes to the next point. Trust doesn't come easily to him, in fact, it hardly comes to him at all. His time of being a slave on the run has taught him that trust is a good way to get yourself captured or killed. Better to shut the world out, not let them near, then at least he'd have a chance of making it to the next day. Slowly but surely, he begins to allow Hawke and his companions closer to him, but trust is still something he only gives him small amounts, he even struggles to acknowledge them as his friends at all.

A lot of his distrust lies in magic and those who wield it, which he can't be blamed for. After all, magic was seared into his skin, making him a living weapon, it took away his memories and kept him captive for years. He watched the magisters of Tevinter use magic in the worst way possible, sacrificing innocent lives for simple party tricks. He has learned to despise anyone with an ability to use magic, believing it was only too easy for them to be swayed into the darkness, to make a deal with a demon, or to even become a magister. He knows magic has its uses, but he firmly believes all mages are just a step or two away from true destruction.

That is not to say he isn't able to relax once in a while. Once he knows a person well enough, he is willing to talk to them, in his awkward way, even occasionally cracking a joke. Though this is rare enough that Varric feels the need to write it down when it happens. Fenris is very cynical, and as such his humour follows suit. It's dry and guarded, and used only when he feels comfortable.

He has a tendency to be more sympathetic towards other slaves and other elves. Elves are treated in Thedas very much as second class citizens after all, and he understands what a struggle it is for his race to survive. Sometimes, it's easier for an elf to be a slave, than become a nomad with the Dalish or to cling to the city slums. Though he is sympathetic, it only goes so far. If they are unwilling to help themselves, he grows irritated with them, and is quick to show his contempt towards them. The Dalish are often treated as such, given their use of magic, and the fact Fenris feels they are clinging to an old life that elves will never have again.

With all of this going on inside his head, he tends to brood. A lot. He prefers to remain alone, in the dank mansion he stole, just being with his thoughts. He never bothers to clean up the place he lives in, letting corpses rot where they lay and leaving most of the rooms untouched. He's never seen a point, as he's never truly believed Kirkwall could be a permanent home for him. even after living there for years. His companions often point out his brooding tendencies, Varric even asking if it was a sport in Tevinter. When Fenris is left alone, you can bet brooding is what he'll be doing. Often with a bottle of wine.

He's a very skilled fighter, and doesn't let his personal issues get in the way of battle. He just gets on with it and leaves the talking for later. The lyrium he has branded into his flesh causes him constant pain, even more so when he uses it, but again, he does not allow this to bother him in battle. This is more from hard training with Danarius than out of any real desire. Fenris truly is a killer, but he takes no joy in it, nor does he feel overly remorseful for those he has killed. It's just the way of the world, if a battle must be fought, then casualties are inevitable, he sees no need to concern himself with this fact.

Though he's gained his freedom, Fenris remains very much still in bondage. Bound by his own hatred and prejudice he is unwilling or unable to shake off, he finds he is not truly free, a realisation that feeds his anger, becoming an unbroken circle. With only scattered memories of his past, he has no experience to fall back on in being free, perhaps he never planned to actually escape Danarius' clutches, perhaps he assumed he'd be dead by now, either way, Fenris has no clue how to live as a free man. He lives from day to day, taking the world as it comes and not daring to plan for the future. Why would he? When a future was something he could never have.


Abilities:

Fenris' skin is infused with Lyrium, an extremely dangerous and powerful mineral found in Thedas (think of it as akin to magical uranium), the lyrium making up the decorative tattoos all over his body. These tattoos give him semi-intangible abilities. He can activate them to phase through solid objects and become harder to track on the battle field. He tends to favour using this ability by phasing his hand into a person's chest, then solidifying his hand, crushing their heart in the process. Because he's a nice guy like that.
The lyrium also gives him all the abilities on the Tevinter Fugitive talent tree.

Fenris is also a warrior, and has such has these fighting talents (which mostly involve beating the shit out of things, or getting things to come closer so he can beat the shit out of them better):
Two-Handed - Blows and cuts with a two handed weapon.
Vanguard - Offensive talents.
Battlemaster - Stamina and taunting talents.
Defender - Defensive talents.
Warmonger - Stunning talents.

Augment Skillset: Security. Because...mercenary warrior. It's the only thing he'd be comfortable with.

Sample: Have a sample, hating demons, doin' the thing.

HERE BE INQUISITION SPOILERS - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Fenris had been enjoying the life he'd set up for himself. Certainly, he would have rather been with Hawke, but the Champion was insistent that he move away for a while. Hawke always was too worried about others being targeted for their sake. Or, more likely, Fenris giving his own life to defend Hawke's. It was something he made no secret about being true, and thus, he was living this exiled life, away. Until things died down, anyway.

Fenris still got letters, of course, and now he could read for himself (easily the greatest gift Hawke has ever given him) he could enjoy sitting by his fire, in the small hut he'd fashioned for himself, pouring over tales from his friends of an evening. Hawke wrote often, as did Varric. On occasion, he got one from Isabella, enjoying her life on the high seas once more, or more sedate tales from Aveline, keeping Kirkwall as safe as she could. From Anders and Merrill, Fenris heard nothing, and he liked it just fine that way. Sebastian - well, that had rather gone sour. If Aveline's letters were anything to go by, their once friend was now a very serious threat to a city who needed no more. Pity, he'd always liked Sebastian.

He'd been happily tearing apart Tevinter slavers, fending them off a small family of refugees on the day he found the letter. He'd returned home, his muscles aching from a good fight, hard fought, a small pastry in his hand, a gift forced upon him by people who could not afford to lose the food, but could afford to lose their dignity in refusing to thank the elf who saved them even less. Fenris had mumbled his thanks and gone on his way. The letter was attached to his door, waiting for him.

Fenris recognised Varric's handwriting and smiled to himself, plucking the letter off the door and letting himself in. The dwarf had gotten himself into more trouble lately, and Fenris was vaguely amused by the tales Varric had to tell about the Inquisition and the rag tag members within it. He placed his pastry on the table and opened the parchment.

Fenris.

Already, Fenris knew something was wrong. Varric never addressed him by name in his letters. Usually it was 'Elf', or 'Broody', and one time (when he'd suspected the dwarf had had a little too much to drink) 'Ser GrouchyElf the Third'. Never Fenris. He felt his hands tighten on the parchment, crumpling it lightly under his fingertips.

Shit. I've written this a thousand times already and I can't make it any easier. It's Hawke.

Fenris read on. Varric spoke of the Inquisition, of the return of Corypheus (who, it turned out, was not as dead as they originally thought) of Hawke offering aide. He spoke, of the Grey Wardens becoming corrupted. Fenris did not find that surprising. The only Grey Warden he truly had experience with was Anders, and he did nothing to give them a good reputation in the elf's eyes. Varric continued on, speaking of an archdemon, of a rip in the veil, of the Fade.

He spoke of a choice made by someone whom knew Hawke only fleetingly. Who never spent any true time by the Champion's side, who only knew Hawke as a brief ally, someone to fight alongside in what was to be a short and uneventful battle. Hawke was supposed to get the job done, and return. Hawke was supposed to...

Hawke's dead.

No.

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

No.

I know how much you meant to each other. I wish I could take it all away, but I can't. It's bullshit, and I can't. I'm sorry.

Fenris' hands had tightened so much, a tear had appeared in the corner of the parchment. With an angry yell, as if that was the cause of everything, of all the boiling, bubbling emotions swirling inside of him, the earth beneath him threatening to give way at any second. He ripped the letter in half, crumpling it and throwing it across the room, the scream of rage and loss erupting from him like a volcano. He released his always barely restrained anger upon his hut, chairs were kicked over, tables upturned, dishes smashed against the wall, all while Fenris screamed until he was hoarse.

Only when the energy had drained out of him did he stop and carefully pick up the letter again. He placed the parts together, almost reverently, and read the words again, letting them sink in, as his heart sank into the dark pit it had once inhabited so long ago. How it was before Hawke came, and changed his life forever by being someone he could rely on on, someone who understood him, who would be his safety rope, always ready to pull him out of the darkness.

That rope was gone. Hawke was gone. Now, his heart was well and truly a broken, useless thing.

If you need anything, let me know. Hell, come to Skyhold if you want to. I don't know. Let me help you.

But Fenris knew he was beyond help. He didn't care any more. For the first time since those awful days as Danarius' pet, all he wanted to do was curl up and stop existing. I couldn't bear the thought of living without you. He'd told Hawke that, once.

We'll get through this mess. -Varric

It was only then that Fenris let himself cry.