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| NAME: Zevran Arainai AGE: 37 NATIONALITY: Antivan RACE: Elven OCCUPATION: Assassin TITLE: Ombra Nera RANK: Grandmaster of the Kestrels | HEIGHT: 5'4" BUILD: Slender HAIR: Blond EYES: L: Copper, R: Milky White SKIN: Tanned VOICE: Luscious BEARING: Fluid |
| DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Scarring on the right side of his face over his scarred, milky white eye. Antivan Accent, extensive tattoos all over his body (yes even there), pointy elf ears, a multitude of subtle scars that are slightly paler than his tan skin tone, almost always in boots. | |
Status
Mostly recovered from his run in with the Crows. Spends his days training, teaching, or relaxing in a quiet corner to sketch and drink wine. Evenings are reserved for the tavern. Most often he can be seen spending time with his Kestrels that he has taken in from the Crows, training them or teaching them now to not be Crows, but be people. He still continues his lessons in Roguery with other rogues that need the training in the Courtyard.
Reputation
Saved Ferelden with Alistair and the Warden and the whole of their merry little band, is responsible for quite a few assassinations of the Antivan Crow Masters and Grandmasters over the past decade, enough to earn the title of 'Black Shadow'. They aren't all that creative, the Crows. Known for his skill with the blades and his skill in bed (maybe more the latter than the former) Zev's been bouncing around Thedas enough for word to get around that he is an elf that gets the job done at a reasonable price.
Hooks
If you want someone killed, he's your elf. Or if you want to avoid being killed he is also available as a bodyguard, if he likes you he can be coaxed into sharing his techniques. Fellow assassins or Crows are welcome to seek him out for a fight, a roll in the hay, or a bit of perspective on working as a free agent. He is beginning to build the bones of his own house of Assassins in the Inquisition.
Approval & Gifts
+ Flirtatious Banter + Pragmatic Choices + Efficient War Tactics + Actions benefiting Elves |
- Excessive Sadism / Cruelty - Pointless Backstabbing - Inconsistency in Negotiations - Waste of Resources |
GIFTS Zevran has a preference for leather goods, boots, Antivan brandy, finely made daggers, gold rings and necklaces, semiprecious stones, luxurious soap, hair oil, bars of semiprecious metals, pulpy adventure novels, and crafted feathers of wood, metal, or silk. | |
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| NAME: Zevran Arainai CANON: Dragon Age | AGE: 36 GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 5'4" |
| PHYSIQUE: Slender compared to most humans, Zevran's still wirey for an elf, all compacted muscle with a delicate sharpness to his features that's common of his kind, with enough softness where it counts (his ass, he's very proud of it). COMPLEXION: Tattoos and scars aside, Zev's skin is a uniform tawny gold. HYGIENE: A large part of his job is being pretty and appealing, and thus he keeps a tidy appearance, keeps himself clean, and makes certain he always smells pleasant. It's easier to hide poison under sweet perfume than most might assume. HAIR: A long, wavy blonde often held away from his face with braids or bound in a longer tail at his nape, it reaches just between his shoulder blades when loose. EYES: Copper or amber depending upon the light. In the dark they shine much like a cat's. DEFINING MARKS: Extensive tattoos all over his body (yes even there), pointy elf ears, a multitude of subtle scars that are slightly paler than his tan skin tone, a glowing green mark in his left hand, almost always in boots. ACCENT/SPEECH: A luscious, wry, rolling baritone with a lilting Antivan Accent that is very similar to an Earth's Southern Italian Accent, butting up against Spanish. BEARING/DEMEANOR: Zev holds himself carefully, shoulders sloped, chin tipped down, it could be mistaken for demure. A desire to be seen as small and harmless. But when he is comfortable? He is alert, shoulders back, chin up, sultry and fluid in his manner, holding himself as an open invitation for attention. His eartips are the best tell for his emotional state, tiltig a few degrees upward or downward depending. GAIT: Silent and smooth, unhurried, almost lazy if not on the prowl. | |
Habits
Speaks with his hands more oftn than not, and gives most people a good twice over. Once from head to toe to establish how much of a threat they are and a second to gauge how attractive they are. He tends to rock back upon his heels to buy himself a few more inches of space when in close conversation, and holds himself with a back to the wall, always with a line of escape available to him. When bored he will roll a coin across his knuckles, or flip his dagger around his hand idly.
Skills
A more thorough breakdown of what jobs (and the skills connected to them) as well as the level of knowledge/dedication he has to each is available here. Zev is skilled in combat and conversation, in the kitchen and the bedroom, he has a talented voice and magical hands, a sharp wit and a somewhat optimistically pragmatic outlook on life.
Hooks
He cooks, he cleans, he does windows. He flirts as easily as breathing and sometimes with little more than a look. He's friendly and capable and an excellent bodyguard, a wry conversationalist, an excellent bedpartner, a skilled masseuse and a discerning musician. And there's the glowing green mark in his hand that is some manner of magic he himself does not fully understand.
Approval & Gifts
+ Flirtatious Banter + Pragmatic Choices + Efficient War Tactics + Actions benefiting Elves |
- Excessive Sadism / Cruelty - Pointless Backstabbing - Inconsistency in Negotiations - Waste of Resources |
GIFTS Zevran has a preference for leather goods, boots, fine brandy, Well made daggers, gold rings and necklaces, semiprecious stones, luxurious soap, hair oil, bars of semiprecious metals, pulpy adventure novels, and crafted feathers of wood, metal, or silk. | |
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| NAME: Zevran Arainai CANON: Dragon Age SCRUBS: Violet | AGE: 28 GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 5'4" |
| PHYSIQUE: Slender compared to most humans, Zevran's still wirey for an elf, all compacted muscle with a delicate sharpness to his features that's common of his kind, with enough softness where it counts (his ass, he's very proud of it). COMPLEXION: Tattoos and scars aside, Zev's skin is a uniform tawny gold. HYGIENE: A large part of his job is being pretty and appealing, and thus he keeps a tidy appearance, keeps himself clean, and makes certain he always smells pleasant. It's easier to hide poison under sweet perfume than most might assume. HAIR: A long, wavy blonde often held away from his face with braids or bond at his nape, it reaches just below his collar when loose. EYES: Copper or amber depending upon the light. In the dark they shine much like a cat's. DEFINING MARKS: Extensive tattoos all over his body (yes even there), pointy elf ears, a multitude of subtle scars that are slightly paler than his tan skin tone, almost always in boots. ACCENT/SPEECH: A luscious, wry, rolling baritone with a lilting Antivan Accent that is very similar to an Earth's Southern Italian Accent, butting up against Spanish. BEARING/DEMEANOR: Zev holds himself carefully, shoulders sloped, chin tipped down, it could be mistaken for demure. A desire to be seen as small and harmless. But when he is comfortable? He is alert, shoulders back, chin up, sultry and fluid in his manner, holding himself as an open invitation for attention. His eartips are the best tell for his emotional state, tiltig a few degrees upward or downward depending. GAIT: Silent and smooth, unhurried, almost lazy if not on the prowl. | |
Habits
Speaks with his hands more oftn than not, and gives most people a good twice over. Once from head to toe to establish how much of a threat they are and a second to gauge how attractive they are. He tends to rock back upon his heels to buy himself a few more inches of space when in close conversation, and holds himself with a back to the wall, always with a line of escape available to him. When bored he will roll a coin across his knuckles, or flip his dagger around his hand idly.
Skills
A more thorough breakdown of what jobs (and the skills connected to them) as well as the level of knowledge/dedication he has to each is available here. Zev is skilled in combat and conversation, in the kitchen and the bedroom, he has a talented voice and magical hands, a sharp wit and a somewhat optimistically pragmatic outlook on life.
Hooks
He cooks, he cleans, he does windows. He flirts as easily as breathing and sometimes with little more than a look. He's friendly and capable and an excellent bodyguard, a wry conversationalist, an excellent bedpartner, a skilled massuse and a discerning musician. He is also, as of arrival, very cold and very paranoid.
Approval & Gifts
+ Flirtatious Banter + Pragmatic Choices + Efficient War Tactics + Actions benefiting Elves |
- Excessive Sadism / Cruelty - Pointless Backstabbing - Inconsistency in Negotiations - Waste of Resources |
GIFTS Zevran has a preference for leather goods, boots, Fine brandy, Well made daggers, gold rings and necklaces, semiprecious stones, luxurious soap, hair oil, bars of semiprecious metals, pulpy adventure novels, and crafted feathers of wood, metal, or silk. | |
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BASICS
Your name or nickname: Belle
Your year of birth: 1987
A reliable DW account the mods can PM to reach you:ombranera
Who you currently play at 6I: Tony Stark
Link to your hold comment: Here
Referral: N/A
Character name: Zevran Arainai
Character type: Fandom
Fandom/Canon: Dragon Age: Origins
Character DW journal:
Does this character have previous CR?: No
HISTORY
WIKI LINK HERE.
What is your canon exit point?: End of the Fifth Blight
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW
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PERSONALITY QUESTIONS
What skills does your character bring to the situation?
Antivan Crow - While no longer a Crow Zevran retains their techniques and training as well as picking up on a few new tricks in his year away from the organization. A master of stealth, dual wielding, poisons, a high resistance to pain or other manners of torture, contortion and the Antivan equivalent of parkour (naked or dressed). He's become an even more skilled assassin in the past year traveling with The Warden, enough to assist in the slaying of an Archdemon. A year on the road has made him all the more skilled in tracking, hunting, surviving off the land, keeping watch and defense against creatures more dangerous and much, much larger than he is.
Rogue - Being an assassin means being a sneaky bastard first. Zev can pick locks, pick pockets, detect & dismantle or build traps of various designs, create and resist a wide variety of poisons and venomous oils to be used on arrows or blades, detect or arrange an ambush with great skill, and fight dirty in every which way. He's also quite cunning and a skilled liar, able to coerce his allies into seeing things his way or bluff his enemies out of a fight, he's not as able to handle large groups of attackers on his lonesome easily. Having the mental clarity and patience to do so has come easier to him as he's gotten older but it's not his first choice.
Academic - Part of reading the political landscape of Antiva to make the most of assassinations is knowing how the cards will fall after a mark is dead. Either by the Crows or his own curiosity Zevran is knowledgeable in a great deal of the lore of Thedas's countries and it's people, including the Dalish from what little he remembers of his mother and outside observation. Of course he's not above bluffing to supplement what he already knows or taking a wild stab at what might be so. Being genre savvy offers him a bit of credibility even then. None of his actual political knowledge will be useful in the village but his ability to spin a tale or judge a group into playing along with whatever option is less likely to see them all dead? Probably helpful.
Lothario - Getting a mark to bed you is an easy way to kill them afterward; a tactic Zev preferred in his youth and one he's not at all above using even now. He was trained and employed as the great seducer of his trio while they worked together, playing the honeypot with great abandon. Between his contortion and his increased stamina due to Crow training, as well as his bluffing and coercion abilities and the touch of an actor's soul, he could make himself whatever the mark most desired before murdering them. In the village, little deaths won't end in literal larger ones- it makes for great morale boosting and beyond that he's greatly skilled in massage, mending, altering, stitching clothing, cooking, cleaning, hair trimming/braiding, and manicures (to an extent).
Why did you choose this specific character for 6I, and how do you picture them fitting into the game?
Tony's pretty deep into the heavier plot elements while not particularly fitey himself. I wanted to bring someone in that was A) a little more combat oriented and B) a little less serious. Zev isn't as bogged down by his baggage and will be better able to adapt without getting wound up in the hows, whens, and whys of how he arrived. He wants to live and live well while proving he is useful if only to keep people from deciding he's not worth keeping around, but it's not so much a desperate panic on his part as it is a calm pragmatic choice brought about by his past. He's someone that can and will make connections and comfortably tease others about the circumstances, make light of whatever horrible or not so horrible turns the village might take, and defend his new home fiercely if only for the fact that he lives there and he'd like to keep living there.
While he is a more combat oriented character his auxiliary skills are primarily domestic, cooking, sewing, tending to morale with Antivan Massage or music and humor, and I feel like he could and would get a kick out of providing more of that than the assassiny stabby side of his skillset. Not that he minds but making something out of precious little was how he got by for so long with the Crows, being the beautician (sort of) for people will be a service he'd happily offer if only to stave off boredom and to get all the good gossip.
How do you imagine your character will survive in 6I, and in what ways will they contribute to the settlement, if any?
Zev is an assassin, a fighter, a survivor- and a musician, a lover, someone that enjoys many fine things and knows how to make his own slice of reality into something bearable by taking his surroundings and sprucing them up into something palatable. He can hunt, track, he can grind poisons and antidotes, he can craft scented oils and cosmetics to an extent, cook, massage- couch surf from house to house as paranoia won't really let him hole up in one place for awhile- and make each stop a little bit warmer, a little bit brighter with his humor, his skills, and his cooking. Seriously, living off the land is no excuse not to eat well. Offering a slice of civilization and normalcy via tending to his appearance and those around him? Is good for village morale. I can see him becoming the village Barber/Beautician pretty easily.
How will your character react to...Being separated, possibly permanently, from loved ones and their previous life, including loss of powers, if applicable? HA what loved ones?
I kid, He made friends, genuine friends on the road during the Fifth Blight and while it will hurt to lose that connection- it's something he's used to. People do not stay in his life very long and as he's marked for Death by the Crows? Kind of not something he'd worry about overmuch. If he's not in reach of Antiva he's not likely to die- and seeing as the last time he left his city he gave up all hope of ever returning? Losing that doesn't bother him as much as it could. He may be homesick from time to time, may miss The Warden but- he has ever been one to pull himself up and move forward (save for that one incident but he got over it). He's never had any powers to speak of and thus loses nothing, his skills are hard earned after years of training, trial and error, and pursued interest. The Village is simply another realm to settle in and explore. It's a grand adventure!
Their environment being manipulated, possibly in strange or extraordinary ways, and possibly in ways which restrain them?
It is not his favorite thing. His brush in the Fade was...uncomfortable to say the least, reminders of a part of his life he'd survived and tried not to think about. It is what it is, he moves forward. Having personal agency is relatively new to him in earnest; so having the world work against him rather than his fellow crows? Feels slightly less unfair. After all Crows could band together and not be assholes to one another but choose to be terrible because...that is all the know. Nature is a somewhat compassionate if brutal mistress (He's met her, she's lovely and terrifying) and therefore somewhat easier to understand and endure because- she is as she is, because that is what she is. She cannot choose to be different, it is in her nature. Just as it is in his to endure and find humor along the way.
Being physically and/or mentally manipulated, such as having hallucinations or suddenly possessing special abilities they did not have before?
He really didn't like the Fade but he was able to shake it off for the most part and move forward with the mission. Being twisted about by his own companions in the Crows? That was the greater betrayal. When who he trusts turns the knife against him, that is when it is most difficult for him; as trust isn't something he hands out easily and sentiment isn't something he is meant to feel. When the rest of the world outside that limited circle decides to make a toy of him? That's a day ending in Y. It's familiar enough that he will experience and tamp down on distress as it happens and focus on moving forward. On hiding his discomfit and laughing it off afterward. Suddenly having skills or powers he did not have before? He'd take to it with far less fear and far more glee than caution.
Magic without risk of demonic possession? He is all about this, and will inevitably seek ways to use whatever he picks up as means of making his life more comfortable, or endearing himself to people he assumes hold some kind of power.
POWERS & SPECIAL ABILITIES
N/A
WRITING SAMPLES
SAMPLE 1
Why did you choose this sample? Zev adapting to the environment with little fear and a great amount of curiosity- also with a touch of his reservations and empathy RE looking different than most and how that shapes his worldview.
Linked or pasted sample: With Kurt on the TDM
SAMPLE 2
Why did you choose this sample? It's a good showing of how Zevran attempts to navigate conflict without resorting to knives and how he handles power dynamics in a tense situation.
Linked or pasted sample: With Iron Bull on the Duplicity TDM
To Be A Kestrel...
JOINING THE GUILD
SO YOU WISH TO BE AN ASSASSIN? It is no easy task, this, but for those with the desire to be paid for killing and the skill to do so well? It can be managed. Should you wish something more than mere mercenary work? To have training, tools, and a safe house beyond compare? This is where you ought to inquire. My Kestrels and I hope to do away with some of the less savory aspects of being a guilded member of an Assassin House- there is no competition, there is no penalty for failure save perhaps not being paid as one might be in any other profession for not getting the job done, and there is no indentured servitude. Work as you wish, with whom you wish, as long as you wish. Should you desire to depart after your time with us? You are welcome to do so!
What makes the Kestrels unique in Thedas is the true concept of brotherhood we employ. We help one another succeed in our contracts and therefore perform our jobs quickly, effectively, and cleanly. When the job is done and done well? We are all paid handsomely for it.
BY WHAT RULES DO THE KESTRELS ABIDE? These things are simple enough:
That is what marks us as Kestrels.
That and a lovely retirement package: a pleasant sum of gold and an outstanding contract on anyone that would attempt to, instead, take a contract on your head. Let it never be said we do not take care of our own! It is a dark and bloody business, assassinations, but there is no reason to not be personable about it. You travel to fascinating places, meet interesting people, kill them, and then you are paid for it! Marvelous fun.
WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO BE A KESTREL? Aside from a desire to kill people for money, discretion, and a sense of loyalty? Skill! We can and shall train up those that are uninitiated in the ways of stealth and murder, but we do have a few preferences:
DO YOU MEET ALL THESE REQUIREMENTS? Can you keep to the listed rules? Then fill out the following and apply to join the guild. There will be a physical and verbal or written depending upon one's literacy level, evaluation to determine aptitude, eligibility, and the required training.
I look forward to hearing from all interested parties.
What makes the Kestrels unique in Thedas is the true concept of brotherhood we employ. We help one another succeed in our contracts and therefore perform our jobs quickly, effectively, and cleanly. When the job is done and done well? We are all paid handsomely for it.
BY WHAT RULES DO THE KESTRELS ABIDE? These things are simple enough:
We do not kill without reason, we do not attract attention, and we do not betray our brothers. We do what must be done to see the mark killed, but we do not act out of order, we do not risk our companions, we do not risk ourselves. To be an Assassin is to move in shadow, to blend in, to be invisible until the moment comes to strike and to vanish once the deed is done. We are not branded as Kestrels by anything more than our actions- we are not branded at all. We wear the armor of our House, wield its blades, use its techniques, stand among our brothers. We do not rat one another out, we do not leave a man behind. If caught- the full weight of the House will fall upon those that thought it wise to capture one of our own. If killed (which should not happen as we are very careful and plan accordingly, but if), the fallen Kestrel's family (should they have any) shall be provided with their wages and coin enough to cover the funeral. Also they shall be avenged. Mercilessly. We stand together in this.
➣ Do not kill the innocent. ➣ Be unseen. ➣ Remain loyal to the House.
That is what marks us as Kestrels.
That and a lovely retirement package: a pleasant sum of gold and an outstanding contract on anyone that would attempt to, instead, take a contract on your head. Let it never be said we do not take care of our own! It is a dark and bloody business, assassinations, but there is no reason to not be personable about it. You travel to fascinating places, meet interesting people, kill them, and then you are paid for it! Marvelous fun.
WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO BE A KESTREL? Aside from a desire to kill people for money, discretion, and a sense of loyalty? Skill! We can and shall train up those that are uninitiated in the ways of stealth and murder, but we do have a few preferences:
This is a non-exhaustive list, but it is some of the things we hold above all other qualifications. Much can be taught! But the desire to learn, to work well with one's fellows, to be discreet? This is of the highest import. Also a sense of humor- one cannot take oneself too seriously when one's job includes death for coin. Rogues will do best in our training but we always have room in our ranks for Warriors and Mages. There is a place for anyone of a mind in the Kestrels.
➣ An aptitude for stealth and the dexterous handling of blades. ➣ The ability to work well in a pair, trio, or team. ➣ One that is able to stick to a plan or improvise as needed. ➣ Multilingualism! It is preferred but not required and likewise can be taught. ➣ Literacy- this too can be taught! There is no shame in not knowing. ➣ That you be in good health and of sound body and mind. ➣ That you are not squeamish about death and killing. ➣ That you do not judge your fellow Kestrels for how they cope. ➣ Should you be religious, that you practice in private unless asked otherwise.
(We do try to observe holy days as specified)
DO YOU MEET ALL THESE REQUIREMENTS? Can you keep to the listed rules? Then fill out the following and apply to join the guild. There will be a physical and verbal or written depending upon one's literacy level, evaluation to determine aptitude, eligibility, and the required training.
I look forward to hearing from all interested parties.
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Zevran's Kestrels
| FORMER CROWS | |||||
 Age: 19 Country: Rivain | TERESA ❦ ELF ☠ NECROMANCER Poisons, Entropy, Terror, Healing. Her role is to take the mark apart, keep them stocked, and put the rest of the cell back together. |
 Age: 25 Country: Rivain | SETTIMIO ❂ HUMAN ⚔ DUELIST Planning, Tracking, Marking, Trapping. He places the pieces that let the job go smoothly and keeps the kills quick with his duel daggers. |
 Age: 16 Country: Antiva | VITALIA ❦ ELF ⚗ TEMPEST Crowd Control, Potions, Honey-Trap. She creates chaos when needed, or crafts smoke bombs for a swift and certain escape. |
| "Play'n with death is no the same as play'n god. Death is certain. God is not." | "It's simple. Know where the other man will be before they do. And then stab them." | "Four parts saltpeter to one part charcoal and a half part blood lotus. Light, throw, run." | |||
 Age: 18 Country: Antiva | LORETO ❂ HUMAN ⚜ INFILTRATOR Chameleon, Honey-Trap, Disguises, Forgery. He gets them in without question, and gets the mark isolated, or keeps guards distracted. |
 Age: 20 Country: Antiva | AURELIANA ❦ ELF ♮ BARD Honey-Trap, Negotiator, Extractor. Gets the intel they need by any means (torture, bribery, seduction) to complete the mission. |
 Age: 18 Country: Antiva | NICODEMO ❦ ELF ⚙ ARTIFICER Traps, Sniper, Security. He keeps them armed and disables any traps they find, or takes them out from a distance. |
| "Give people what they want and you get by. Be what they want and they give you everything." | "Honey attracts more flies than vinegar. It also better hides the taste of arsenic." | "Steady hand, keen eye, strong arm for the draw. Even dragons fall against a good shot." | |||
Zevran's Thoughts and Indiscretions
Amicos
He is as dear a friend as Zevran would allow- and to hear of this Calling? Troubles him deeply. He is not so keen to lose someone he has come to care for in ways he cannot entirely understand. The closest he can come to it is calling Alistair his brother; there is a deep love for him that Zevran is trying and ill suited to expressing.
Alistair is solidly on his side of the border, though were he to ever change his mind, Zevran has called dibs.
Seriously, he called it years ago. He gets first ride on that griffon and will fight for the honor.
Alistair is solidly on his side of the border, though were he to ever change his mind, Zevran has called dibs.
Seriously, he called it years ago. He gets first ride on that griffon and will fight for the honor.
An old friend from the blight, Morrigan has ever had Zevran's respect for how she took the fate that was chosen for her and wrenched it back into her own favor. Not one to stand idly by, she does what she must, how she must, to see to her own survival. Having a son has softened her somewhat, but he would never say so to her face. If nothing else he can trust her to look after her own interests. As long as they align? They are well.
The similarities Zevran can draw between himself and Leliana are many- and the depth of them are staggering. After learning her tale during the Blight his teasing became less flirtatious and more trolling. All she has endured? She did not need him. Her faith and her resolve to see it through and be better than those that shaped her earned his respect. Her humor and kindness earned her his affection. As close to a younger sister as he has ever had, it is good to be working with her again.
Becios
A most handsome albeit brooding elf with a fascinating set of tattoos, violent coping mechanisms, and hair that looks as though he cut it himself. Zev has to say there is something about the tall, dark, and dangerous sort that he finds enticing. Fenris wears all the same bitterness and frustration on his sleeve that Zevran hides behind a mask- being around him? Is a little liberating. There is no need for an act or for a mask and they share quiet company.
And occasionally, each other's beds, though thusfar it's only been at the hands of Isabela that such a thing has come to pass.
And occasionally, each other's beds, though thusfar it's only been at the hands of Isabela that such a thing has come to pass.
There is something to be said about the attractiveness of fame- between that, the voice, the chest hair? Mm. But Varric is far more useful to Zevran as a business contact than he is as a dalliance and as such the flirtatious are teasing and light at best. Business before pleasure after all. Not that Zevran often holds to it but with a man quite so connected and canny as Varric? It's worthwhile.
Powerful, gorgeous, dangerous. She is the worst sort of trap and the best sort of patron. That she is courting his favor so blatantly and with all the same gestures she would use for another noble? Makes her twice as canny. That she actually means seeing him as a useful manner of equal with none of the condescension? Has him intrigued.
Sescios
Isabela, queen of the sea, queen of the duels, and queen of his heart. Well. Not seriously but she does hold one of the rare shards of himself he can hand out beyond sharing a bed or sharing a battle. She is a friend, easily and without judgement- though they do compare notes from time to time. Tricks they pick up, lovers they have had. Lovers they have shared. She is a familiar port in the current storm, a safe haven that he need not act quite so much around as he would for most others.
Also, Andraste's glistening curls, her mouth and the things it can do. Zevran is very nearly jealous of her talented tongue- or would be had he not learned quite so much from her.
Also, Andraste's glistening curls, her mouth and the things it can do. Zevran is very nearly jealous of her talented tongue- or would be had he not learned quite so much from her.
So fair and fine a thing he did not expect to find when searching for a source of traps- and find Cyril he did. Something in the Dalish beauty reminds Zevran of a porcelain shell wrapped around a core of lead. Fine, seemingly delicate and a bit of bauble, but with a surprising weight and strength to it one would not expect. Spending a night ravishing him was probably the best way to break in his new home- a bed is so much more comfortable after it's been laid in after all. Cyril is a playful, dependable source of comfort and pleasure when they are both of a mind. Whatever reservations Zevran had, however temporary, have been resolved.
Here he cannot quite choose what he admires most. The voice? The eyes? How expressive he is in bed? All of the above and more, please.
Here he cannot quite choose what he admires most. The voice? The eyes? How expressive he is in bed? All of the above and more, please.
Maker yes. Yes to everything. Yes to all of it. Every which way. The smile, the laugh, the equipment, the muscles- Zevran is more than willing to be invaded by this particular Qunari. Zevran thoroughly enjoyed being reshaped every which way, never before has he been so swiftly driven into that light, floating space where nothing mattered at all. Taas wants nothing more than what they choose to share and Zevran has come to see him as a dependable friend in scratching an itch. A plus, would tap again. Or rather be tapped by.
Perhaps after a day of rest, though. It was quite the workout.
Perhaps after a day of rest, though. It was quite the workout.
When caught between a rock and a hard place- Anders blew up the rock. Zevran doesn't judge him for what he has done; to be proactive in such a way takes determination and fear- what he is does not bother him. What he might do if everything comes unwound in the Inquisition if pushed to a similar place of desperation? That worries him. More than enough to take pains to see Anders settled. Reminded of his humanity with affection and desire.
A massive spy that is massively pleasing- Zevran approached on a whim and came away far more settled in his own skin than he can remember in years. Spies know spies for what they are; however, but Zevran is knows for certain that Bull has no contact with the Crows aside of the business end of his axe. That the Bull saved him when they came for him- kept a promise he'd supposedly made in jest? Means more than Zevran is able to put into words. One day he might be able to repay the kindness.
There are many things to enjoy of Orlais- the wine, the women, the men. The way the Nobility and the Chevaliers treat elves? Less so. As an Antivan before all else Zevran allows such things to roll off his back, but in Michel Zevran has found, perhaps, an opportunity to turn the tables on the institution. Disgraced or not, winding this handsome man around his fingers and leaving him desperate? Has an appeal. That somewhere along the line Michel has hooked his own fingers into a place Zevran thought long shut? Should be distressing. That he is not distressed- well. That bears worrying.
A fine figure with deft hands, quick eyes, and a wicked mouth. Fate is everything in himself that Zevran enjoys with none of the unfortunate flaws. They discuss tales and tricks, compare notes and stories of wondrous or absurd deeds done over wine or brandy. Every twisted tumble into bed lightens Zevran's mood all the more. That he made no attempt to treat him differently after saving him from the Crows, after seeing what was done to him- Zevran is endlessly grateful for the normalcy Fate offers.
Noble, clever, handsome- no, not handsome. Pretty. Horribly pretty. Beautiful in a way only those of the highest caste in Tevinter tend to be and quite skilled in bed. He has a wit about him Zevran enjoys, a mouth for much the same, and a causal ease about him that's carefully crafted. Such things are fun to poke at and Dorian's reactions are delightful.
Bacios
Svelte and Inquisitive, almost effervescent, Zevran finds himself intrigued by Ellana- She is lovely and kind and fresh- which is a stark contrast to another elven maid that she reminds him of. She is so bright and eager to learn, in fact he now teaches her how to play the lute and how to dance in return for kisses. Surprisingly enough that is all she desires and, again, Zevran is pleased to be of service.
It has been too long since he could have anything half as easy and light as this. She has attempted to point out the importance of having deeper relationships and while Zevran appreciates the concern- he is fine. Mostly.
It has been too long since he could have anything half as easy and light as this. She has attempted to point out the importance of having deeper relationships and while Zevran appreciates the concern- he is fine. Mostly.
Though fairly certain she could break him were he to offend her, Zevran finds Korrin enthralling in so many ways. That she is so passionate for causes close to her heart, so absolute in not putting up with what she deems bullshit? He is impressed. She is a fine friend for drinking and for kissing and every inch of her is lovely.
Her practicality speaks well of her and he must admire her distinct inability to give a shit about people she finds insufferable. It's enticing. They have had their fun, watching the progression of her relationship with Araceli? So much more amusing. He has come to see her as an anchor since his rescue from the Crows- no matter what comes to pass? He knows she will be there for him. It's novel.
Her practicality speaks well of her and he must admire her distinct inability to give a shit about people she finds insufferable. It's enticing. They have had their fun, watching the progression of her relationship with Araceli? So much more amusing. He has come to see her as an anchor since his rescue from the Crows- no matter what comes to pass? He knows she will be there for him. It's novel.
A templar that can flirt and roll with a filthy rendition of the chant is someone Zevran can mind and mind happily. That he is currently courting Pel earns him a bit of attention, but no more affection as he is otherwise engaged.
Gircios
Human. Male. Noble. Three things that have never brought Zevran anything but trouble in his past, and yet it is the quiet determination to take his place in the Inquisition without any particularly special treatment and Max's self admitted romantic streak that makes him an idle bit of contemplation for Zevran. Dallying with him would be dangerous- but flirting? Coaxing out yet another blush, keeping himself in the lordship's good graces? That could come in handy.
Idle flirtation is all that shall come of it, Maxwell is comfortably enamored with Gavin and as ill advised a match as he finds it to be- he'll not interfere. Well. He won't make it difficult- he will help them along.
Idle flirtation is all that shall come of it, Maxwell is comfortably enamored with Gavin and as ill advised a match as he finds it to be- he'll not interfere. Well. He won't make it difficult- he will help them along.
Cute is the word that comes to mind here. Eager. Young, easily, but not so much that it feels strange to Zevran. Lithe and well built in the way of most Dalish- Gavin is terribly sweet and twice as endearing, though somewhat clumsy at times. It did make the lovemaking more fun and less serious- something playful which he has missed in his dalliances of the past few years. Gavin is light and easy, and that in and of itself is more than enough for Zevran. He is terribly young at times and Zevran sincerely wonders how it is that he yet lives- but charming enough that his strangeness can be forgiven. There's a camaraderie there Zevran isn't accustomed to but...could learn to like.
With the settling of Gavin's relationship with Maxwell, Zevran has set aside the bulk of their flirtations in favor of an easy association.
With the settling of Gavin's relationship with Maxwell, Zevran has set aside the bulk of their flirtations in favor of an easy association.
The somber and dutiful tend to be quite beautiful, Pel's bearing is almost regal to Zevran, a quiet, unassuming grace that seems more at home in a lady of court than in a Dalish maiden wandering about the Inquisition. That she is so estranged from kindness has some small part of him aching for her, she seems to wish him to be a dream for her. An illusion of the perfect lover and as always, Zevran is happy to oblige. Especially if it grants him more of that unassuming sweetness.
They had their shared fantasy and spent a marvelous night together- but she has stepped into a path with a better man. In the interest of limiting complications, Zevran has stepped aside. Even after that has come to an end he's more content with her as a friend than playing the fantasy any longer- it's comfortable. Safe.
They had their shared fantasy and spent a marvelous night together- but she has stepped into a path with a better man. In the interest of limiting complications, Zevran has stepped aside. Even after that has come to an end he's more content with her as a friend than playing the fantasy any longer- it's comfortable. Safe.
Merrill is...strange to Zevran. She is sweet and kind and hardworking and naive and something about that makes him want to keep her from getting into trouble- not exactly a sentiment he is accustomed to in the slightest. But she is at the same time playful, deeply compassionate, and quite capable with her magics. Simply because she is kind and cares does not make a child of her. Teasing her is fun- especially when she teases him back. They read smutty literature together while spoiling their dogs. Not the strangest way he's handled his flirtations- and one he enjoys.
Ah, the broad shoulders of a smith and talented fingers of a mage, what more could an elf ask for? Sam is a little on the 'fresh from the circle' side, leading to a few hiccups in his conversations with Zevran, but it's all taken in stride. Hard to keep a grudge against someone with puppy dog eyes and is so very determined to do the right thing. Also: Tall. Every tall. Nice warm, large hands. Things with Sam and Krem seem to be progressing nicely- but the teasing continues all the same. He is, after all, a helper.
A gorgeous hunk of manhood that commands The Iron Bull's Chargers, Krem has a jaw, eyes, and breadth of shoulders with which Zevran would very much like to be better acquainted. The voice is lovely as well, as is his work ethic. A most capable and handsome man, Zev found his way into Krem's bed to relieve some stress during the mire mission- and has since come to look upon helping him with his personal concerns something of a quest. A few favors in the right place might see him off well.
Araceli Bonaventura y Castell, Rifter, Pirate, Rogue- and a terrible reminder of many things Zevran may never truly have ever again. That sense of freedom in his own country, the camaradarie that came as part of being the Crows, the lovely serving maidens in the taverns- the handsome bartenders- she is a slice of Antiva come to life and compressed into one burnished, copper package. With a quick wit and keen eyes, swift hands and quirked lips she has fallen into his favor easily with what they share of their worlds. What differences they have are enough to keep them grounded, but not so much they cannot enjoy one another. After she rescued him from the Crows the relationship has slid solidly into the almost familial- though he is still sorting out what that means for them.
Sweetly enticing and quite fair- Zevran finds himself drawn to this mage if only to tease. He cannot help if making him blush and sputter is part of the appeal- the rest? Seeing exactly how far that blush might go and wringing out some sweet gasps. They are slowly becoming more familiar with one another, never before has Zevran met someone that required quite so much patience.
Zevran has never before known an elf quite like Galadriel. From another world where, perhaps, things where different. Where they were more instead of less. Watching her is, on occasion, painful for the sheer waste of potential his own people seem to live in- then he remembers they are not his people and he moves along. He stands apart but basks in her light as much as she will allow.
A sweet, shy lady that he's recently come to know. Until they take one another's measure? Zevran is intrigued in the courtly role he plays for her. It is amusing if nothing else.
A face he didn't expect to see again- a child from the alienage in Denerim. He saved her and that leaves him mindful, but he cannot help her find those she lost.
A finer woman he has yet to meet, thoroughly Fereldan, entirely above his usual line of bullshit- and engaging with her wits and aversion to his tactics. He's thoroughly charmed by Mia- that she is Cullen's older sister only sweetens the deal. They play chess or read together now and then- especially late at night when he is trying to keep himself from the call of the battlements.
Socios
Fate had not been kind to Cullen when Zevran saw him last- it was hardly kind to him now with the state of the world as it is- but his bloodline? Was very kind. That strange, gaunt, terrified (and justly so) templar has grown up and won puberty. If there were a patron god of aging well? Zevran would slaughter them a calf or debauch a virgin or five in their honor because- well. Look at him? Look at him. The eyes, the shoulders, the JAW, the everything.
Of course, Cullen is also something close to being his superior, running the army and all. It wouldn't be wise- but Zevran is not always known to be wise. Flirting would be fun. He does blush so prettily, after all.
Of course, Cullen is also something close to being his superior, running the army and all. It wouldn't be wise- but Zevran is not always known to be wise. Flirting would be fun. He does blush so prettily, after all.
No matter how handsome, no matter how clever- THIS Rogue lost Zevran a costly bounty and for that he has his eternal scorn. Or at least until they share a glass of brandy and talk shop- Antivans resolve their issues with either violence or a good meal.
Or a casual conversation about boots and shirts and trading some information for the same. He still owes Scipio a half cape but all in due time. It is nice to have someone from the mother country.
Or a casual conversation about boots and shirts and trading some information for the same. He still owes Scipio a half cape but all in due time. It is nice to have someone from the mother country.
No matter how handsome, no matter how clever- THIS Rogue lost Zevran a costly bounty and for that he has his eternal scorn. Or at least until they share a glass of brandy and talk shop- Antivans resolve their issues with either violence or a good meal.
They've opted for a good meal and the hatchet has been thoroughly buried. Metaphorically, that is.
They've opted for a good meal and the hatchet has been thoroughly buried. Metaphorically, that is.
Strong, competent, dangerous, with a strong jaw and piercing eyes- Were it not for the constant reminder of some measure of devotion to the Chantry emblazoned upon her armor and his own sad state upon meeting, Zevran would have thrown himself at Maria's tender mercies immediately, begging forgiveness for his salacious thoughts- well. Not in all seriousness, but he would not mind being made to repent for his sins at her capable hands. They are quite lovely.
Quiet and keeps to himself, but has warm hands and a deft touch. Is not the most civil of company but is terribly pretty and terribly strange- would not take coin when offered so Zevran left it behind in his pack. Learning more of him would be wonderful. Especially since it seems as though he is hiding something quite dire. No one is this calm, no one is this civil, no one is this twitchy about thanks or compliments. Between that and the scars? Something is afoot. Zevran would know what.
Charming, but drunk. Lovely! But drunk. Smelled quite nice under the brandy- but very, very drunk. Zevran shall have to meet her sober some day. The name sounds familiar enough for him to be wary, but little more.
A lovely scout that is dazzled by him and he, in turn, intends to dazzle further. Competence in the face of a challenge is hot to him, and Harding has that in spades. Also those lovely dwarva legs. Mmmm.
Stealthy, wary, skilled, bit of an actress but not quite practiced. She reminds him terribly much of the young Crows that were better at playing with emotions than they were playing with knives. He teaches her what he can of how to be a better actress and a better spy- careful not to put her in a position like his in the past. He is so terribly careful with Beleth, wanting her to come away from their lessons well.
A troubled elf with temper and impulse control issues that would have seen him dead in the Crows. To keep him from getting killed or getting anyone else killed, Zevran has started teaching him how to fight better. Not quite the training he would give one attempting to be an assassin or even the full of Crow techniques- but ways to improve. Merrick has a habit of following him about and Zevran is both charmed and disturbed by this more often than not.
That Alistair is so intent that he NOT corrupt this lovely mage is half the fun. Being told he shouldn't is the best way to make certain that Zevran at least makes a token attempt.
There are shades in her that Zevran remembers well from his own past- with none of the caution and none of the mindfulness of her position or views that would save her and those she cares for pain or trouble. He's training her in the basics of being a rogue but there is an awareness it seems she needs to temper; as she is so young? It will take time.
The adoration this young man heaps upon Zevran is...disconcerting. But he is an enthusiastic student if noting else!
So much of her reminds Zevran of himself. She's been spared the worst of it, the rending, better to be a dagger than a honeyed blade. If he has his way? She'll never know the like of murdering from a man's bedside. She won't know anything of murder at all. Battle? A different dance entirely.
Sneaky little dwarva with subtle skills. Lovely, but still unknown. They are exchanging tactics at the moment.
A merc with a mouth and a mind. Zevran hasn't quite taken his measure just yet.
A foreign man from a foreign land that reminds him of a handful of Crows that didn't hate him and a lot of warriors from the Marches. He will have to cook him a proper northern meal someday.
Steal a thumb to keep a plague from spreading and suddenly you're a terrible person. Well. Zev is terrible but not for keeping everyone from dying unduly. The ensuing prank war has been an excellent test of creativity, though.
Sam fears him for being an assassin. Zevran finds it hilarious. He appears whenever he can, sharpening a knife oh so innocently. Watching Sam scurry away never gets old.
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bannertech.Zevran's Thoughts and Indiscretions
Amicos
A decade on and Alistair is still handsome enough that it makes Zevran wish he could coax the Grey Warden across the border- serious flirtations aren't a thing any longer. He is as dear a friend as Zevran would allow- and to hear of this Calling? Troubles him deeply. He is not so keen to lose someone he has come to care for in ways he cannot entirely understand. The closest he can come to it is calling Alistair his brother; there is a deep love for him that Zevran is trying and ill suited to expressing.
Alistair is solidly on his side of the border, though were he to ever change his mind, Zevran has called dibs.
Seriously, he called it years ago. He gets first ride on that griffon and will fight for the honor.
Alistair is solidly on his side of the border, though were he to ever change his mind, Zevran has called dibs.
Seriously, he called it years ago. He gets first ride on that griffon and will fight for the honor.
Becios
A most handsome albeit brooding elf with a fascinating set of tattoos, violent coping mechanisms, and hair that looks as though he cut it himself. Zev has to say there is something about the tall, dark, and dangerous sort that he finds enticing. Fenris wears all the same bitterness and frustration on his sleeve that Zevran hides behind a mask- being around him? Is a little liberating. There is no need for an act or for a mask and they share quiet company.
And occasionally, each other's beds, though thusfar it's only been at the hands of Isabela that such a thing has come to pass.
And occasionally, each other's beds, though thusfar it's only been at the hands of Isabela that such a thing has come to pass.
Sescios
Isabela, queen of the sea, queen of the duels, and queen of his heart. Well. Not seriously but she does hold one of the rare shards of himself he can hand out beyond sharing a bed or sharing a battle. She is a friend, easily and without judgement- though they do compare notes from time to time. Tricks they pick up, lovers they have had. Lovers they have shared. She is a familiar port in the current storm, a safe haven that he need not act quite so much around as he would for most others.
Also, Andraste's glistening curls, her mouth and the things it can do. Zevran is very nearly jealous of her talented tongue- or would be had he not learned quite so much from her.
Also, Andraste's glistening curls, her mouth and the things it can do. Zevran is very nearly jealous of her talented tongue- or would be had he not learned quite so much from her.
So fair and fine a thing he did not expect to find when searching for a source of traps- and find Cyril he did. Something in the Dalish beauty reminds Zevran of a porcelain shell wrapped around a core of lead. Fine, seemingly delicate and a bit of bauble, but with a surprising weight and strength to it one would not expect. Spending a night ravishing him was probably the best way to break in his new home- a bed is so much more comfortable after it's been laid in after all. Cyril is a playful, dependable source of comfort and pleasure when they are both of a mind. Whatever reservations Zevran had, however temporary, have been resolved.
Here he cannot quite choose what he admires most. The voice? The eyes? How expressive he is in bed? All of the above and more, please.
Here he cannot quite choose what he admires most. The voice? The eyes? How expressive he is in bed? All of the above and more, please.
Maker yes. Yes to everything. Yes to all of it. Every which way. The smile, the laugh, the equipment, the muscles- Zevran is more than willing to be invaded by this particular Qunari. Zevran thoroughly enjoyed being reshaped every which way, never before has he been so swiftly driven into that light, floating space where nothing mattered at all. Taas wants nothing more than what they choose to share and Zevran has come to see him as a dependable friend in scratching an itch. A plus, would tap again. Or rather be tapped by.
Perhaps after a day of rest, though. It was quite the workout.
Perhaps after a day of rest, though. It was quite the workout.
Bacios
Svelte and Inquisitive, almost effervescent, Zevran finds himself equally intrigued by Ellana- amused by her naivete but not so much as to take advantage. And at this point? It very much would be taking advantage. She is lovely and kind and fresh- which is a stark contrast to another elven maid that she reminds him of despite everything. She is so bright and eager to learn, in fact he now teaches her how to play the lute and how to dance in return for kisses. Surprisingly enough that is all she desires and, again, Zevran is pleased to be of service.
It is nice to have a kissing friend once more- it has been too long since he could have anything half as easy and light as this. She has attempted to point out the importance of having deeper relationships and while Zevran appreciates the concern- he is fine. Mostly.
It is nice to have a kissing friend once more- it has been too long since he could have anything half as easy and light as this. She has attempted to point out the importance of having deeper relationships and while Zevran appreciates the concern- he is fine. Mostly.
Though fairly certain she could break him were he to offend her, Zevran finds Korrin enthralling in so many ways- and would not mind enthralling her in turn in a few more. That she wishes to know more of his travels during the Blight- the truth of it? Speaks well of her. That she is so passionate for causes close to her heart, so absolute in not putting up with what she deems bullshit? He is impressed. She is a fine friend for drinking and for kissing and every inch of her is lovely.
Also those eyes. Maker above, those eyes. And lips. And bosom. And everything. Her practicality speaks well of her and he must admire her distinct inability to give a shit about people she finds insufferable. It's enticing.
Also those eyes. Maker above, those eyes. And lips. And bosom. And everything. Her practicality speaks well of her and he must admire her distinct inability to give a shit about people she finds insufferable. It's enticing.
Gircios
Human. Male. Noble. Three things that have never brought Zevran anything but trouble in his past, and yet it is the quiet determination to take his place in the Inquisition without any particularly special treatment and Max's self admitted romantic streak that makes him an idle bit of contemplation for Zevran. Dallying with him would be dangerous- but flirting? Coaxing out yet another blush, keeping himself in the lordship's good graces? That could come in handy.
Idle flirtation is all that shall come of it, Maxwell is comfortably enamored with Gavin and as ill advised a match as he finds it to be- he'll not interfere.
Idle flirtation is all that shall come of it, Maxwell is comfortably enamored with Gavin and as ill advised a match as he finds it to be- he'll not interfere.
Cute is the word that comes to mind here. Eager. Young, easily, but not so much that it feels strange to Zevran. Lithe and well built in the way of most Dalish- Gavin is terribly sweet and twice as endearing, though somewhat clumsy at times. It did make the lovemaking more fun and less serious- something playful which he has missed in his dalliances of the past few years. Gavin is light and easy, and that in and of itself is more than enough for Zevran. He is terribly young at times and Zevran sincerely wonders how it is that he yet lives- but charming enough that his strangeness can be forgiven. There's a camaraderie there Zevran isn't accustomed to but...could learn to like.
With the settling of Gavin's relationship with Maxwell, Zevran has set aside the bulk of their flirtations in favor of an easy association.
With the settling of Gavin's relationship with Maxwell, Zevran has set aside the bulk of their flirtations in favor of an easy association.
The somber and dutiful tend to be quite beautiful, Pel's bearing is almost regal to Zevran, a quiet, unassuming grace that seems more at home in a lady of court than in a Dalish maiden wandering about the Inquisition. That she is so estranged from kindness has some small part of him aching for her, she seems to wish him to be a dream for her. An illusion of the perfect lover and as always, Zevran is happy to oblige. Especially if it grants him more of that unassuming sweetness.
They had their shared fantasy and spent a marvelous night together- but she has stepped into a path with a better man. In the interest of limiting complications, Zevran has stepped aside.
They had their shared fantasy and spent a marvelous night together- but she has stepped into a path with a better man. In the interest of limiting complications, Zevran has stepped aside.
Merrill is...strange to Zevran. She is sweet and kind and hardworking and naive and something about that makes him want to keep her from getting into trouble- not exactly a sentiment he is accustomed to in the slightest. But she is at the same time playful, deeply compassionate, and quite capable with her magics. Simply because she is kind and cares does not make a child of her. Teasing her is fun- especially when she teases him back.
Ah, the broad shoulders of a smith and talented fingers of a mage, what more could an elf ask for? Sam is a little on the 'fresh from the circle' side, leading to a few hiccups in his conversations with Zevran, but it's all taken in stride. Hard to keep a grudge against someone with puppy dog eyes and is so very determined to do the right thing. Also: Tall. Every tall. Nice warm, large hands. Things with Sam and Krem seem to be progressing nicely- but the teasing continues all the same. He is, after all, a helper.
A gorgeous hunk of manhood that commands The Iron Bull's Chargers, Krem has a jaw, eyes, and breadth of shoulders with which Zevran would very much like to be better acquainted. The voice is lovely as well, as is his work ethic. A most capable and handsome man, Zev found his way into Krem's bed to relieve some stress during the mire mission- and has since come to look upon helping him with his personal concerns something of a quest. A few favors in the right place might see him off well.
Socios
Fate had not been kind to Cullen when Zevran saw him last- it was hardly kind to him now with the state of the world as it is- but his bloodline? Was very kind. That strange, gaunt, terrified (and justly so) templar has grown up and won puberty. If there were a patron god of aging well? Zevran would slaughter them a calf or debauch a virgin or five in their honor because- well. Look at him? Look at him. The eyes, the shoulders, the JAW, the everything.
Of course, Cullen is also something close to being his superior, running the army and all. It wouldn't be wise- but Zevran is not always known to be wise. Flirting would be fun. He does blush so prettily, after all.
Of course, Cullen is also something close to being his superior, running the army and all. It wouldn't be wise- but Zevran is not always known to be wise. Flirting would be fun. He does blush so prettily, after all.
No matter how handsome, no matter how clever- THIS Rogue lost Zevran a costly bounty and for that he has his eternal scorn. Or at least until they share a glass of brandy and talk shop- Antivans resolve their issues with either violence or a good meal.
Or a casual conversation about boots and shirts and trading some information for the same. He still owes Scipio a half cape but all in due time. It is nice to have someone from the mother country.
Or a casual conversation about boots and shirts and trading some information for the same. He still owes Scipio a half cape but all in due time. It is nice to have someone from the mother country.
No matter how handsome, no matter how clever- THIS Rogue lost Zevran a costly bounty and for that he has his eternal scorn. Or at least until they share a glass of brandy and talk shop- Antivans resolve their issues with either violence or a good meal.
They've opted for a good meal and the hatchet has been thoroughly buried. Metaphorically, that is.
They've opted for a good meal and the hatchet has been thoroughly buried. Metaphorically, that is.
Strong, competent, dangerous, with a strong jaw and piercing eyes- Were it not for the constant reminder of some measure of devotion to the Chantry emblazoned upon her armor and his own sad state upon meeting, Zevran would have thrown himself at Maria's tender mercies immediately, begging forgiveness for his salacious thoughts- well. Not in all seriousness, but he would not mind being made to repent for his sins at her capable hands. They are quite lovely.
Quiet and keeps to himself, but has warm hands and a deft touch. Is not the most civil of company but is terribly pretty and terribly strange- would not take coin when offered so Zevran left it behind in his pack. Learning more of him would be wonderful. Especially since it seems as though he is hiding something quite dire. No one is this calm, no one is this civil, no one is this twitchy about thanks or compliments. Between that and the scars? Something is afoot. Zevran would know what.
Charming, but drunk. Lovely! But drunk. Smelled quite nice under the brandy- but very, very drunk. Zevran shall have to meet her sober some day. The name sounds familiar enough for him to be wary, but little more.
A lovely scout that is dazzled by him and he, in turn, intends to dazzle further. Competence in the face of a challenge is hot to him, and Harding has that in spades. Also those lovely dwarva legs. Mmmm.
Stealthy, wary, skilled, bit of an actress but not quite practiced. She reminds him terribly much of the young Crows that were better at playing with emotions than they were playing with knives. He teaches her what he can of how to be a better actress and a better spy- careful not to put her in a position like his in the past. He is so terribly careful with Beleth, wanting her to come away from their lessons well.
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Professions
Actual → Assassin → Prostitute (Former) → Escape Artist → Trap Maker → Poison Master → Bodyguard → Spy | Hobbyist → Musician → Acrobat → Contortionist → Cook → Hair Dresser → Warden Wrangler → Artist (sketches) → Masseuse → Leather Worker → Tailor → Belly Dancer → Oil Maker | Assorted → Gardener → Model → Barrister → Dragon Bait → Stable Hand → Bartender → Glassblower → Shoemaker → Butcher → Enchanter's Assistant → "Seer" → Messenger → Wine Steward's Aide → Valet → Dyer → Bee Keeper → Furrier |
VOICES
→ Alistair → Cousland → Sten → Oghren → Ignacio → Alejandro → Taliesin | → → → → → → → | → → → → → → → |
VER 1 - DECONSTRUCTING
Ah, the broad shoulders of a smith and talented fingers of a mage, what more could an elf ask for? Sam is a little on the 'fresh from the circle' side, leading to a few hiccups in his conversations with Zevran, but it's all taken in stride. Hard to keep a grudge against someone with puppy dog eyes and is so very determined to do the right thing. Also: Tall. Every tall. Nice warm, large hands. Zevran can appreciate the blazes out of him without having to over-commit.
A gorgeous hunk of manhood that commands The Iron Bull's Chargers, Krem has a jaw, eyes, and breadth of shoulders with which Zevran would very much like to be better acquainted. The voice is lovely as well, as is his work ethic. Zevran predominantly sees Krem as a business contact but when he settles in? Oh the wooing. There shall be much of it. Or the admiration for he is quite handsome and quite capable.
Charming, but drunk. Lovely! But drunk. Smelled quite nice under the brandy- but very, very drunk. Zevran shall have to meet her sober some day.
A lovely scout that is dazzled by him and he, in turn, intends to dazzle further. Competence in the face of a challenge is hot to him, and Harding has that in spades. Also those lovely dwarva legs. Mmmm.
Stealthy, wary, skilled, bit of an actress but not quite practiced. There is potential here- and not just in the bedroom. Once Zevran has gotten over the mess with Merrick he may seek her out to offer assistance. Also she has a very fine bosom. And eyes.
A violent, irritable ass that can't fight quite well enough for it to be worthwhile and can't mind himself enough to avoid trouble. Zevran would very much like to cut some sense into him. Or, as the case may be, teach him to do better. Provided he holds still long enough to listen.
There is something to be said about the attractiveness of fame- between that, the voice, the chest hair? Mm. But Varric is far more useful to Zevran as a business contact than he is as a dalliance and as such the flirtatious are teasing and light at best. Business before pleasure after all. Not that Zevran often holds to it but with a man quite so connected and canny as Varric? It's worthwhile.
Araceli Bonaventura y Castell, Rifter, Pirate, Rogue- and a terrible reminder of many things Zevran may never truly have ever again. That sense of freedom in his own country, the camaradarie that came as part of being the Crows, the lovely serving maidens in the taverns- the handsome bartenders- she is a slice of Antiva come to life and compressed into one burnished, copper package. With a quick wit and keen eyes, swift hands and quirked lips she has fallen into his favor easily with what they share of their worlds. What differences they have are enough to keep them grounded, but not so much they cannot enjoy one another.
Sweetly enticing and quite fair- Zevran finds himself drawn to this mage if only to tease. He cannot help if making him blush and sputter is part of the appeal- the rest? Seeing exactly how far that blush might go and wringing out some sweet gasps.
That Alistair is so intent that he NOT corrupt this lovely mage is half the fun. Being told he shouldn't is the best way to make certain that Zevran at least makes a token attempt.
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