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[Leonia]

Dave of Canada wrote...

trickybunny wrote...

lol how am I being hypocritical?

You were telling people to stop and then you immediatelty insult afterward?

I'm not trying to be an ass but you're such a jerk, Dave.

[Miserysky]

This question of stoicism is a good one, and even the classic representation of it could work here. I wonder if it's a bit of a mesh of the two? I'd say modern idea of stoic is one who lacks emotion, but the more classical idea is one who has incredible emotional self-control and are extremely rational and ethical. As a former slave, stoicism would be very apt, since it espouses equality of people. In the end, if they adopt a more classical approach I would assume people wouldn't even realize it. They'd say "oh Fenris doesn't share his feelings he's stoic" and think you're bringing him out of his shell when he starts talking about positive emotions or humanistic things, but really, those are all in character with a stoic persona, not "bringing him out of his shell" at all.

[trickybunny]

Dave of Canada wrote...

trickybunny wrote...

lol how am I being hypocritical?

You were telling people to stop and then you immediatelty insult afterward?

lmao you were insulted? Wow a sensitive lot you all are but ok then. Moving back on topic now

[littlenikki]

bsbcaer wrote...

trickybunny wrote...

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As for coming over to the Varric thread, I glance around at times to see what you guys are talking about but meh it has nothing to do with Varric but just like the one chick prefers the vibe over there than here. You guys are really close knit and the general impression is that nobody is going to talk to you...ever.  

What's funny (at least to me) is that it feels as if this thread is a little more cliquey (for lack of a better word) than the Varric thread...But, that impression can feel like it's been reinforced by the speed of the thread.

Feel free to jump in over there...we don't bite and we have come up with some nice stuff involving both characters. 

I love reading the Varric thread  Yet, I admit I do find myself somewhat intimidated from some of the sterotypical views a few posters on there have of the typical Fenris fangirl...of which I am hopelessly and totally one. However, Varric looks to me like an amazing character and even though I'm really not interested him in as a LI, I do plan to make him and my Hawkette total PICs

But yea...I'm not sure if it's since I'm already so comfortabale posting here, but I dunno, I get unnecessarily scared I guess

[surfgirlusa_2006]

Alistairschica wrote...

I'm interested in the statement from the wiki that some Elves gave themselves over to slavery in order to provide for their families. (probably not the exact phrasing, mind you) That would be a super 'awww' moment if it was learned that Fenris had done so. And wasn't it talked about before...how OLD he might be? Were there any guesses?

Hmm...I'd peg him as being in the late 20's.  I don't have anything to back it up, though.

[Commander of the Grey]

Experimentel wrote...

Alistairschica wrote...

I'm interested in the statement from the wiki that some Elves gave themselves over to slavery in order to provide for their families. (probably not the exact phrasing, mind you) That would be a super 'awww' moment if it was learned that Fenris had done so. And wasn't it talked about before...how OLD he might be? Were there any guesses?

That's a great question.

Does that lyruim give him some sort of enlonged life you think? Or would it shorten it, like the taint?

Hmm, also very good questions.     If it causes him pain, even if it might not be much, I'd say it would act much like the taint over time.  It also saddens me to think of how old he might be and that it still causes him discomfort after so long.  Granted, David said he doesn't dwell on it but still.  Just the thought is horrible. 

[bsbcaer]

Miserysky wrote...

This question of stoicism is a good one, and even the classic representation of it could work here. I wonder if it's a bit of a mesh of the two? I'd say modern idea of stoic is one who lacks emotion, but the more classical idea is one who has incredible emotional self-control and are extremely rational and ethical. As a former slave, stoicism would be very apt, since it espouses equality of people. In the end, if they adopt a more classical approach I would assume people wouldn't even realize it. They'd say "oh Fenris doesn't share his feelings he's stoic" and think you're bringing him out of his shell when he starts talking about positive emotions or humanistic things, but really, those are all in character with a stoic persona, not "bringing him out of his shell" at all.

This is just me, but I think the best example of a modern definition of stoic/stoicism would be Vulcans and their system of closing themselves off from emotion. 

[Tashash]

Experimentel wrote...

Alistairschica wrote...

I'm interested in the statement from the wiki that some Elves gave themselves over to slavery in order to provide for their families. (probably not the exact phrasing, mind you) That would be a super 'awww' moment if it was learned that Fenris had done so. And wasn't it talked about before...how OLD he might be? Were there any guesses?

That's a great question.

Does that lyruim give him some sort of enlonged life you think? Or would it shorten it, like the taint?

Hrrrmmmm.......If Fenris had given himself up, definitly Awwwwww.

I'd put him at late 20's, but thats just my opinion.

For some reason I like the idea of the lyrium extending his life, maybe because he actually survived the ordeal............

Which bring me to a random thought - what if the lyrium has something to do with the Arlathan elves immoratality? What if eleves once actually used lyrium in Vallaslin? (Dalish tattoos)

[MagneticDawn]

Alistairschica wrote...

I'm interested in the statement from the wiki that some Elves gave themselves over to slavery in order to provide for their families. (probably not the exact phrasing, mind you) That would be a super 'awww' moment if it was learned that Fenris had done so. And wasn't it talked about before...how OLD he might be? Were there any guesses?

Hmm, What? You want his going into the question sheet?

[Miserysky]

bsbcaer wrote...

This is just me, but I think the best example of a modern definition of stoic/stoicism would be Vulcans and their system of closing themselves off from emotion. 

You're right, that's a great example.  And the lack of understanding of emotion is a big part of this modern definition.  I always thought of classical stoics as understanding emotion the best simply because of what they are.  It's so strange the reversal of depictions.
Edit--engrish

Modifié par Miserysky, 21 janvier 2011 - 06:58 .

[Dave of Canada]

trickybunny wrote...

lmao you were insulted? Wow a sensitive lot you all are but ok then.

... "you lot"? I'm not insulted, nor do I take offense much to anything on these forums but you're intentionally trying to provoke with your comments. How can we go "on-topic" when you always throw in an insult at the end and going "ON TOPIC NOW", as if you're trying to get the last word?

[Commander of the Grey]

surfgirlusa_2006 wrote...

Alistairschica wrote...

I'm interested in the statement from the wiki that some Elves gave themselves over to slavery in order to provide for their families. (probably not the exact phrasing, mind you) That would be a super 'awww' moment if it was learned that Fenris had done so. And wasn't it talked about before...how OLD he might be? Were there any guesses?

Hmm...I'd peg him as being in the late 20's.  I don't have anything to back it up, though.

PM sent. 

As for age, I meant him being from Tevinter and an elf, that might hint to him being rather old?  It might not be anything like that and David said not to assume some crazy story but we need something to talk about until we get juicy info, right? 

I think someone called it Gaider-aid?  Sorry, I forgot who.  Gawd, I laughed so hard. 

[MagneticDawn]

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What if Fenris was like the Elven version of Sten without the strange qun views?

[Commander of the Grey]

MagneticDawn wrote...

Alistairschica wrote...

I'm interested in the statement from the wiki that some Elves gave themselves over to slavery in order to provide for their families. (probably not the exact phrasing, mind you) That would be a super 'awww' moment if it was learned that Fenris had done so. And wasn't it talked about before...how OLD he might be? Were there any guesses?

Hmm, What? You want his going into the question sheet?

Nah, I seriously doubt he would answer it.  His actual age might be rather telling of some things.  (Of what I have no clue)  I'm just trying to stay on topic and ignore the bickering. 

[upsettingshorts]

MagneticDawn wrote...

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What if Fenris was like the Elven version of Sten without the strange qun views?

Sten without the Qun is practically a vegetable.   That doesn't sound very compelling.

[MagneticDawn]

Upsettingshorts wrote...

MagneticDawn wrote...

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What if Fenris was like the Elven version of Sten without the strange qun views?

Sten without the Qun is practically a vegetable.   That doesn't sound very compelling.

Well, sten *was* the stoic type..

[upsettingshorts]

MagneticDawn wrote...

Well, sten *was* the stoic type..

Depends on what you mean by stoic.  Hence my question.

[Leonia]

One does not have to be a qunari to be stoic-like.

[Miserysky]

I think it's fair to assume most people on this thread use stoic in the modern definition. He was by no means a stoic by classical definition. I don't think we'll know until it's released, but I'd rather him be a true stoic.

[Tashash]

Ok, here's my submission for the prompt ''Scar'' Please enjoy. Constructive criticism appreaciated, I shall put on my big-girl pants.



Hawke walked down to the tidal pools outside of Kirkwall, a wisp of a spell lighting her way across the wind and wave worn rocks.

Her back burned. It had been days since she had been able to seek relief for it; being Champion of Kirkwall had more downsides than perks she was finding.

But tonight, it was still early spring and still cold, and the hour was late – no sane person would be here at this time and she could relax. Bethany and Carver would make her excuses to their companions and keep them from following.

She moved to one pool of salt water; deep enough to fully submerge herself in, and circled with ledges that she could sit on. It would do.

Buckles and buttons were undone as she slipped out of her mage robes, smallclothes following. Hawke shivered in the cold night air, and then steeled herself to step into the water – it would be much colder. She stepped into the pool, quickly sinking until only her shoulders remained dry.

Most of her skin froze at the contact, but for her back.

Cold, cooling, soothing, chasing away skin-memories of fire and pain.

It was bliss and relief from pain that felt like it had gone on for years.....HAD gone on for years, a parting gift from a Darkspawn emissary as her family had fled Lothering.

Only in these moments could she try and forget, away from the daily agony that she hid. It was important that no one knew, she remembered too well other reactions. She closed her eyes, listening to the far-off noise of the waves and remembered.

‘Maker! What is that?’
‘Just scars, they hardly even hurt anymore...’
‘Eugh....They...I’m leaving’
‘But....’

Then the rumours had started to circulate, a grey-eyed demon in the shape of a beautiful woman who led men to her bed and then turned into a monster.

The first time she heard it she had cried herself to sleep in Bethany’s arms, something she had not done since their father had died. Hawke had never known shame, not for being a mage, not for her interest in taking men and women to her bed, not for her related disinterest in the race of her bed-mates, not for anything.

But for the pocked, burnt and scarred flesh that led from the back of her left thigh to her right shoulder that magic could not heal Hawke knew shame. And she hated it. She hated her weakness in feeling ashamed.

The softest rustle of fabric over leather had her eyes slamming open.

‘No, no, no, nononono...’

His reflection mirrored in the still tidal pool perfectly, lit by her spell wisp. Weather-browned skin, sharp, prefect features, moss-green eyes, hair silver-white as the Lyrium that banded his skin.

Fenris.

‘Andraste’s ******, WHY?’

Fenris, former slave but now a cherished member of their little band, who was as beautifully lethal in battle as the wolf-god he was named for, possessed of a courage and conviction that left her in awe. Calm and patient as stone.

Gorgeous Fenris, whom she had wanted in so many ways since their first meeting, and whose own scars could be considered more a work of art than a flaw, unlike her own...disfigurement.  
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Fenris had only wanted a walk; he had had no intention of running into anyone. He had simply been restless.

He had gone to the tidal pools because he had been sure he would be alone. It was cold, late and dark – who in their right mind would come here?

He had seen the far-off wisp of magic and had crept closer to investigate. Trouble could be anywhere.

He had not meant to inadvertently spy on the Champion, his companion. Then when he had realised it was Hawke he had thought the human mage was in trouble, and moved to help. Why else would she be sitting, bare to her skin, in a tidal pool in the dead of night?

Then, as he had come closer he had seen the skin of her back clearer.

Scars. The makings left by fire that had burnt hot and fierce, and old, jagged wounds. They covered all the skin across her shoulders that he could see, and continued down her back into the water.

And he had remembered, when they had first met, the look in those fog-grey eyes. The look he had mistaken for pity, and had despised.

But Hawke had never acted as if she pitied him, had treated him no differently than Isabella or Varric or the rest of their party. And had respected his aversion to being touched.....

Hawke had not pitied him, she had understood him. That had been what was in her eyes.

The understanding of what it was to be scarred.

Fenris had moved closer to her then, unthinkingly and the woman’s eyes had flown open, startled, and stared at the water; looking at his face reflected in the water as he looked at hers.

And what he saw in her eyes now was fear. And shame. And he could not bear it. Having discovered a secret of
Hawke’s he felt compelled to share one of his own.

He knelt slowly behind her, and reached out to trail gentle fingertips across the scarring on her shoulder, leant forward to let his lips almost touch the shell of her ear.

‘I don’t care Hawke.’

Modifié par Tashash, 21 janvier 2011 - 07:28 .

[Commander of the Grey]

leonia42 wrote...

One does not have to be a qunari to be stoic-like.

I fell in love with Sten the moment I learned that he took a cookie from a kid.  Someone remember his exact words? 

[tankgirly]

Tashash wrote...

Ok, here's my submission for the prompt ''Scar'' Please enjoy. Constructive criticism appreaciated, I shall put on my big-girl pants.



Hawke walked down to the tidal pools outside of Kirkwall, a wisp of a spell lighting her way across the wind and wave worn rocks.
Her back burned. It had been days since she had been able to seek relief for it; being Champion of Kirkwall had more downsides than perks she was finding.
But tonight, it was still early spring and still cold, and the hour was late – no sane person would be here at this time and she could relax. Bethany and Carver would make her excuses to their companions and keep them from following.
She moved to one pool of sal****er; deep enough to fully submerge herself in, and circled with ledges that she could sit on. It would do.
Buckles and buttons were undone as she slipped out of her mage robes, smallclothes following. Hawke shivered in the cold night air, and then steeled herself to step into the water – it would be much colder. She stepped into the pool, quickly sinking until only her shoulders remained dry.
Most of her skin froze at the contact, but for her back.
Cold, cooling, soothing, chasing away skin-memories of fire and pain.
It was bliss and relief from pain that felt like it had gone on for years.....HAD gone on for years, a parting gift from a Darkspawn emissary as her family had fled Lothering.
Only in these moments could she try and forget, away from the daily agony that she hid. It was important that no one knew, she remembered too well other reactions. She closed her eyes, listening to the far-off noise of the waves and remembered.
‘Maker! What is that?’
‘Just scars, they hardly even hurt anymore...’
‘Eugh....They...I’m leaving’
‘But....’
Then the rumours had started to circulate, a grey-eyed demon in the shape of a beautiful woman who led men to her bed and then turned into a monster.
The first time she heard it she had cried herself to sleep in Bethany’s arms, something she had not done since their father had died. Hawke had never known shame, not for being a mage, not for her interest in taking men and women to her bed, not for her related disinterest in the race of her bed-mates, not for anything.
But for the pocked, burnt and scarred flesh that led from the back of her left thigh to her right shoulder that magic could not heal Hawke knew shame. And she hated it. She hated her weakness in feeling ashamed.
The softest rustle of fabric over leather had her eyes slamming open.
‘No, no, no, nononono...’
His reflection mirrored in the still tidal pool perfectly, lit by her spell wisp. Weather-browned skin, sharp, prefect features, moss-green eyes, hair silver-white as the Lyrium that banded his skin.
Fenris.
‘Andraste’s ******, WHY?’
Fenris, former slave but now a cherished member of their little band, who was as beautifully lethal in battle as the wolf-god he was named for, possessed of a courage and conviction that left her in awe. Calm and patient as stone.
Gorgeous Fenris, whom she had wanted in so many ways since their first meeting, and whose own scars could be considered more a work of art than a flaw, unlike her own...disfigurement.  
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fenris had only wanted a walk; he had had no intention of running into anyone. He had simply been restless.
He had gone to the tidal pools because he had been sure he would be alone. It was cold, late and dark – who in their right mind would come here?
He had seen the far-off wisp of magic and had crept closer to investigate. Trouble could be anywhere.
He had not meant to inadvertently spy on the Champion, his companion. Then when he had realised it was Hawke he had thought the human mage was in trouble, and moved to help. Why else would she be sitting, bare to her skin, in a tidal pool in the dead of night?
Then, as he had come closer he had seen the skin of her back clearer.
Scars. The makings left by fire that had burnt hot and fierce, and old, jagged wounds. They covered all the skin across her shoulders that he could see, and continued down her back into the water.
And he had remembered, when they had first met, the look in those fog-grey eyes. The look he had mistaken for pity, and had despised.
But Hawke had never acted as if she pitied him, had treated him no differently than Isabella or Varric or the rest of their party. And had respected his aversion to being touched.....
Hawke had not pitied him, she had understood him. That had been what was in her eyes.
The understanding of what it was to be scarred.
Fenris had moved closer to her then, unthinkingly and the woman’s eyes had flown open, startled, and stared at the water; looking at his face reflected in the water as he looked at hers.
And what he saw in her eyes now was fear. And shame. And he could not bear it. Having discovered a secret of Hawke’s he felt compelled to share one of his own.
He knelt slowly behind her, and reached out to trail gentle fingertips across the scarring on her shoulder, leant forward to let his lips almost touch the shell of her ear.
‘I don’t care Hawke.’

Filed.
Nicely done. Dear.

[Commander of the Grey]

@ Tashash



That is just too awesome for words. Love it. Love it!

[Miserysky]

That was lovely, tashash. Very touching!

[trickybunny]

Nice Tash, the formating is killing me but that's not your fault. Also can you clear up what this is saying "She moved to one pool of sal****er; deep enough to fully submerge herself in, and circled with ledges that she could sit on. It would do." Unnecessary censoring I assume on BSN's behalf lol