ｈｅ ★ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ ★ ａｔ ★ ｍｙ ★ ｓｉｎｓ▼▲ ｐｒｉｖａｔｅ~

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[shadow=black,left]role[/shadow] mage.

[shadow=black,left]traits[/shadow] short tempered || impulsive || angry || broken || sarcastic || protective || humorous || fighter || challenger || secretive || snarky || stubborn || arrogant || witty || lowkey crybaby

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]wow oml he's freaking adorable like wo w

would you like to start or?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]of course not.
should they all know each other by now, or should hawke and anders and carver just find fenris and ethos?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]alright! give me some time to type up a post.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;][glow=black,2,300]"would you two just stop bickering already!?" carver's voice roared to the two mages who have been bickering and arguing since this morning. anders and valier. it was over the dumbest things, too. whether it was about how one or the other had been holding their staff wrong the whole time, or if their hair was a certain way to where it managed to make men and women steer clear of them. literally anything, and it had been getting on aveline's last nerve; while varric had been having the time of his life and keeping this whole scene in mind so he could write it down later.

before the four knew it, they were surrounded by templars. slave-owners no doubt, as well. as per usual in a beginning battle, the four all backed up into each other to form a square, with weapons aimed and readied to the templars, which there had been about a dozen of. valier gripped the handle to his staff, his blood already beginning to boil. he hated templars with a burning passion, and he knew his recently deceased sister, bethany had too. he would kill these bastards in her name. "see anders this is what we get for you living in darktown!"

that was the last thing valier said before the templars charged. they were taken down as quickly as they appeared, and val flicked blood that had splattered on his cheek, off onto the ground. valier and the rest had sheathed their weapons, but val immediately took his out again when a man - an enemy no doubt - began going down the steps with a battle cry. ready to take him out, said man fell face first into the pavement beneath the stairs. in his back, a hand reaching through his chest.

val's icy blue eyes dragged from the arm in the man's back, to the one who caused it. there appeared an elf with electric blue markings all over his body, with hair as white as snow and eyes as green as an emerald. "who are you!?" val called out, still readying his weapon. but carver came to his brother's side and gently pushed the staff down with a hand, signaling val to sheath it. in which he did ever so reluctantly as the elf then began to explain himself.

"my name is fenris. a former-slave. i have a ... friend, with me not too far from here. he's hiding and i need to get back to him quickly. come with me." fenris said in a rather quick breath before turning and walking in the direction of where his friend had been. "why would we follow y--ow!" carver smacked the back of his younger brother's head, causing him to grunt and rub the place he'd been hit, staying silent as they were guided to where fenris' friend had been in hiding.

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fenris checked his shorter friend for any wounds with the simple scan through of his body with his emerald green eyes before turning to look at the four men who had all been new faces to ethos. "i've no idea. figured they would be able to help us, seeing as they took down a dozen templars in under a small amount of time." the lyrium-marked elf presumed, eyeing the four as though telling them to introduce themselves.

"the name's varric. storyteller, author." the dwarf introduced with a cocky side-grin before holding up his crossbow. valier rolled his eyes - he was bringing up the damn weapon again. "and this here's bianca. real beauty, isn't she?" his husky voice said, seemingly proud of the crossbow. val has heard him say the word 'bianca' more than the words 'next drink!' in the hanging man.

next had been carver. "my name's carver. nice to meet you...ish. um, i didn't name my weapon." he said a bit awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and turning to his younger brother, who rolled his eyes and finally introduced himself. "my name's valier hawke. i'm a mage as you can tell. and i hate him." val gestured to anders with his head.

carver only shook his head as fenris then proceeded on. "i am fenris, as you already know. this is my friend ethos. we'll be accompanying you from now on." the elf said, not even bothering to ask permission. val liked the dude already, but he knew he and the elf were going to get into fights like he and anders did. valier had that effect on people apparently.

"lets all head to the hanging man. we could go for a good rest and some good drinks." varric said, beginning to lead the way with the other five in tow now. valier didn't drink, despite his persona tricking people into thinking he did. he steered clear from alcohol along with his sister bethany ever since their uncle tamlan had picked up on it.

but unfortunately, bethany hadn't been here anymore and the only people in the group who knew of her death had been valier himself and his older brother, carver. now that he was thinking about it, valier had still been in mourning of the loss of his baby sister and decided to drink the night away and forget the day of her death had ever happened.

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soon enough the six had arrived inside the hanging man and varric went straight to the back where he slept and usually hung out at to write down his story things. carver went to go talk with a group of people he'd usually hang out with when in the tavern, and fenris stayed close to ethos. "how do you trust them so easily, ethos?" fenris questioned the smaller elf silently to where only they could hear each other. despite forcing them oth to travel along with the humans and dwarf, fenris has yet to fully trust the bunch yet. the taller elf grabbed the other's wrist and pretty much dragged him to the bar, where fenris ordered a simple yet strong flavored red wine, waiting for ethos' answer.

meanwhile, valier was now next to anders. probably a bad idea for the two to be so close together, but, in a tavern it had been fine. fights happened there all the time. "psst," val went to anders next to him, trying to grab his attention. "your shoe's untied." he lied, hoping to get anders to fall for this one like he'd try many other times before.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;][glow=black,2,300]fenris couldn't help but to let out at least a small chuckle now. "and if they betray us?" he questioned, taking a sip from his alcoholic beverage, his emerald orbs never leaving the smaller elf. resting the bottle down, fenris studied over ethos. taking in on how much they've been through together. it had always been them. they were closer then fenris and his own sister, who had still been under the ruling of danarius. betraying b*tch. fenris thought with venom to himself about his sibling. though, the venom was shared with danarius as well. he despised the two with a passion, and was grateful only for the fact that ethos had been there to be the only light guiding his path when he couldn't find any other.

"aw damn, it got you last time!" chevalier joked, patting the healer on his back before sitting next to him. he was, honestly, a bit scared to order a drink. an alcoholic one that is -- as noted before, val had never drank a sip of alcohol in his life. but he was debating the decision now, in planning to get drunk and forget bethany's death for just one night, and in the morning he could focus on a hangover. every second of his life ever since bethany, her death haunted him. she had been the only person who could handle his anger and personality. sighing, val opened his lips to order, but stopped when the hairs on his neck pricked up. which only happened when he felt a bad vibe. shutting his mouth, he scanned around the tavern with his crystal blue eyes for any sign of danger. him. valier landed on a hooded figure, who made suddenly drew his bow and aimed an arrow straight for anders. eyes widening, val jumped into action and blocked the arrow from hitting the blonde. when the arrow flew in his direction, val jumped in front of it, causing him to get struck smack dab in the chest and collapsing to the ground. realizing what he'd done, the hooded man made a speeded beeline towards the door and made a swift exit. meanwhile, val choked up blood, the whole tavern in a fuss now. "s-sh*t...that hurt..."

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"what the hell!?" carver yelled, already sprinting after the hooded figure out of the tavern, fury in his eyes as he drew his sword, the group of friends he'd been talking to close in tow after him to help track down the bastard who shot his brother in attempt to get anders. "nevermind then." fenris muttered, turning back to drink. "it's not our problem, ethos." he said silently to the smaller male, not caring how heartless he had sounded as he took another sip of his wine.

valier grunted in pain, "yeah well you're our healer. can't really let anything happen to ya' now can we? little wound or not." the stubborn male said, scoffing. the back of his head dropped against the wooden floor again as soon as anders whipped out the arrow from hawke's chest. "damn..." he groaned, covering his eyes with the back of his arm to hide growing tears. chevalier hawke wasn't one for crying, but where the arrow had hit him also happened to be a place where a scar was from previous fights. although he had scars all over, that had been the one. "you're buying me a drink after this, bastard."

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hawke felt a twitch at his lips, before his smile totally vanished into a pained frown. his jaw tightened, flexing its muscles. "i make no promises, anders. gotta protect my team." he answered, breath hitching. but then a new voice was heard. "ethos?" he spoke before scoffing, smirking a bit. "yeah, i'll be fine. no worries. i've had wor--oW ANDERS!" when he finished, that might've been when it hurt the most. sitting up, hawke flinched, still pained but forced himself up anyway despite the wound.

a few seconds after, fenris would be heard giving a grunt, causing hawke to glance over and catching him staring in ethos' direction. not with a gaze of hatred or envy like he'd had since what the redhead seemed to of been forever, but with a look of compassion and protection and...love? val might've been impulsive, but he sure as hell wasn't blind. fenris was in love with ethos, and he assumed fenris hadn't even realized it himself.

valier gestured to the lyrium-marked elf, "looks like your boyfriend wants ya' back." val teased, nudging ethos before grunting in pain again. he clutched the cloth that hid his wound slightly, grimacing at the pain. the redhead then took a spot next to anders again, and things went back to how they were before val had gotten shot. laying his head in his arms on the counter, he turned his head to where his gaze was directly on anders.

so many thoughts were going through his head now. why had valier felt the need to jump in front of that arrow instead of simply warning anders of the man? why did the hatred for said blonde, suddenly diminish into what seemed to of been a hiding interest? valier couldn't stop staring at the mage who had practically just saved his life. s-sh*t...