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[Collider]

Even sharks lust after Fenris.

Modifié par Collider, 04 février 2011 - 10:45 .

[JediHealerCosmin]

Ok, been working on a little something for you Fenris guys/gals for a while Hope you enjoy!
It's also important to note that there is a small prize for the first person to guess the reference. Won't be a cookie, but a little funny poem involving a cookie =P 



We Are Alive
                      by Cosmin



The fires of battle had finally gone dim,
And the enemy himself was kneeling before him.
"Have mercy, my Fenris!" the Magister said
But the elf's eyes were glowing red.


As drops of rain continued to pour from the sky,
His only wish now, was to see this man die.
Memories of torture and pain flashed through his mind
It seemed only fitting to respond in kind.


Fenris' blades were aimed for the wizard's neck
The pain, the suffering, he couldn't forget.
But there was always one person who showed he was not a slave,
And right now, she needed to be saved.


The elf left the man to his fate
For he would never forgive himself, if it was too late.
Across the battlefield he paced,
And the bodies of many comrades he faced.


Only one person sparked his attention,
Twas Marian Hawke, did I not mention?
The Champion stood lifeless on the ground
And Fenris fell on his knees at the sight he found.


He took the woman in his arms
As he should have done when he first heard the alarms.
Tears of sadness poured down his cheek,
His body was trembling, and he could not speak.


His forehead touched hers in pain
Realizing that his love was now slain.
But just as the rain was washing away his hopes,
A warm hand on his cheek pulled him close.


As he adjusted his sight, their lips met in a kiss
Marian was alright, he couldn't believe this.
She looked deep into his eyes,
And gently whispered: "We are alive."

Modifié par JediHealerCosmin, 04 février 2011 - 10:50 .

[Absafraginlootly]

Collider wrote...

ankuu wrote...

They released a couple more screenshots and the party seems to be the same: Izzie/Varric/Bethany/Aveline and now, Merrill. Why aren't they playing with Fenris? Maybe he gets recruited later in the game and the reporters didn't get him yet?

That's my guess.
Fenris doesn't seem to be vital to the plot, either.

In the picture that shows the full party Hawke is a two handed warrior, which is what Fen is so it makes sense Fen isn't there.

[ankuu]

Collider wrote...

ankuu wrote...

They released a couple more screenshots and the party seems to be the same: Izzie/Varric/Bethany/Aveline and now, Merrill. Why aren't they playing with Fenris? Maybe he gets recruited later in the game and the reporters didn't get him yet?

That's my guess.
Fenris doesn't seem to be vital to the plot, either.

Ser Gaider said that Fenris does have a hook. And Izzie is important even if you don't recruit her and take her all over the place with you...i dunno what to think.

[Collider]

Ser Gaider said that Fenris does have a hook.

Of course he does. He's being written by Gaider. Any good character has a hook.

And Izzie is important even if you don't recruit her and take her all over the place with you...i dunno what to think.

Hmm, interesting.

I have doubts that Fenris would be vital, but either way, I'd like him to get involved in the plot. The problem with Mass Effect 2 was that you had all these interesting squad mates, but they barely interacted with each other (in most cases, not at all) and had little to no involvement or relation to the story/plot. I'm hoping DA2 is quite different from that.



Apparently there's some sort of elven uprising in the Free Marches/Kirkwall. Given that Fenris is an elf, what do you think his part in that could be?

[Cutlasskiwi]

@Cosmin: Wow, that was beautiful! I loved it 

[Away]

So my blackout lasted like...two days, but I can't help myself. Here's a prompt fill for Time, do forgive me for it.

Just Give it Time

“Don't move” the uncharacteristic authority in the voice was what really made Hawke freeze, foot half way in the air.

“Fenris?” she asked, “something the matter?”

“Step back,” was all he said, and so she complied, placing her raised foot behind her, turning slowly. “Thank you,” he said gruffly, pushing past her lightly to kneel down. Hawke blinked once in surprise before leaning down, front almost pressed against Fenris' back.

He was focused on a tiny sprouting flower, half wilted by the lack of nutrients to be found on Kirkwall's street. Fenris' face was oddly blank, a look Hawke recognized, one meaning there was a memory just out of reach. “Fenris?” her voice was softer as she placed a careful hand on his shoulder. He didn't shrug it off, instead gently
stroking the tiny violet petals.

“I don't know why I did that,” he said honestly, a bit bitterly, “if you don't step on it someone else will.”

“Oh I don't know,” Hawke said in consideration, “this is Lowtown, I don't think anyone will mind if I tear up a few cobble stones.”

“That is not necessary,” Fenris said, or rather tried to say, but Hawke had already managed to pry one of the stones up.

“I think it is,” she told him, grinning as she carefully wiggled the tiny flower, tugging it free from the ground. “We can plant this back home,” she said, standing as Fenris replaced the stone, patting it down as if he felt a little guilty about it. “I'm surprised you noticed it,” she said conversationally as they walkeddown the empty street, “dusk doesn't make for particularly good lighting.”

Fenris looked up at that, not because he was unaware of the fact it was nightfall and more out of reflex, the knowledge that when Hawke mentions something it is best to look at it ingrained after nine
years. The sky at it's farthest reaches was blue-black, descending into the sun's last push, a fiery red orange lining the far horizon. “It felt important,” he told her finally, and she nodded, hands still cupped around the failing little plant.

Back at the Hawke estate Fenris obediently followed his leader as she skirted the edge of the building, opening the gate for her into the small walled off garden. She surveyed it only for a moment, taking in the retreating blooms, ready to sleep for the night, before heading to one of the walls. A few centimetres away she dug a tiny hole with her finger, placing the violet bloom's roots into it, patting the soil back down around it. “We'll give it some water and let nature do the rest,” she said confidently.

“It is very small Hawke,” Fenris said dubiously, “and half dead, I don't think you want it in your garden.” He paused, thinking. “I don't think your mother wants it in her garden.”

“Sure she will,” Hawke said easily, “they're lalias,” she said, “mother loves them. We got bigger ones in Lothering, but these ones climb.”

“You know about plants,” Fenris said, following her into the house.

“I grew up outside of a tiny town, of course I do,” she replied, laughing slightly, “and I know that flower will be beautiful.”

“Of course,” Fenris said, obviously not believing her. Hawke smiled, shaking her head.

“Trust me Fenris,” she said, “they're plants, they just need time.”

Two years later

Hawke entered the tiny garden silently, breathing in the smell of flowers, tension leeching out of her shoulders as she closed the slightly rusty gate behind her. She surveyed the little space, taking in the red roses and vibrantly green ferns, before her gaze turned to the purple covered east wall. Smiling sadly she approached the flowers,
gently coaxing a small bunch up to her nose, breathing deeply.

“I told you they just needed time,” she said softly, voice barely a whisper. Around her leaves rustled in a sudden breeze and she chuckled sadly. “Turns out we didn't have it though, did we?” The
breeze rustled again and she let the blooms return to their normal place, running a hand through her hair. “I don't regret it at all Fenris,” she said softly, “not a second of it.”

The breeze sways the climbing flowers, causing a waft of their sweet scent and she looked up at the blue sky almost accusingly, “you'll learn to trust me some day,” she told her invisible watcher, “you just need the time.” This time the breeze brought the sound of childrens laughter and she shook her head, her own laughter freer
than before, happier. “Laugh it up Fenris,” she said, turning to the door, “it'll only take time for it to happen.” As she opened the door the breeze blew again, and it almost seemed like an agreement.

And I totally made up those flowers, just so we're all clear. You can decide for yourself why Fenris thought it important.

edit for formatting.

Modifié par TheSquadette, 04 février 2011 - 11:26 .

[Wynne]

WHEW. Finally exams are done and I can get back to having fun! (21 or so new pages of fun, no less!) Although, when Feb. 22 rolls around, if I have the strength I will be in a total forum blackout. Otherwise I'll be happily playing the demo. It'll probably depend on whether the CC is in--if it's in, I will likely play; otherwise, I'll desperately attempt to avoid any spoilers about the demo or the game. I want the full experience, not a teaser, especially since I've already purchased the game.

Minxie18 wrote...

Hehe, thank you Wynne. You know, when I read your post it made me think that after we finally meet Fenris and see what he's like, we're going to look back at some of things we've written in this thread and do a collective facepalm.

I have a sense of that as well.

ankuu wrote...

It would be really interesting to find out how Ser Gaider actually imagined Fenris. Besides "with shoes" xD

And the convo between the elves of DA2 and Leliana! Epic! [smilie]../../../images/forum/emoticons/grin.png[/smilie]

Also, from dA:
dirtyblueblood

http://mwar.devianta...me fenris&qo=64
mwar

This and Tamyn's finished work are now my very favorite fanart pieces. Glorious stuff.

Upsettingshorts wrote...

Wynne wrote...
Odd how a lot of people seem so opposed to Fenris being available without fully knowing his character yet.

Odd how a lot of people seem so invested in Fenris being available without fully knowing his character yet.

It's
simple:  It's called having a discussion.  Until we know more, that's
all any of us can do.  The idea that he might not be so well-adjusted
given his background, and that may have significant consequences is an
interesting discussion.

No, that's actually not odd in the slightest. It's called having an intriguing design and fascinating concept in a game with romances available. Saying "I am invested in this character because the information given and design shown interest me" is nowhere near as strange as saying "even though I have no idea how damaged this character is because no clear sign has been given as to how damaged it is, this character is still obviously too damaged for a romance."

As to the 'discussion', there is a rather large difference between discussing something and cautioning the children that they'd best realize this is very serious business and nobody should be romancing someone with this many issues--as if "that many issues" actually was a known fact. The person in question said "he can't even be touched without punching someone," which was a plainly inaccurate and exaggerated assessment of what was said by developers.  That was what I was objecting to, and forgive me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you've been around long enough to have gotten that. Same with you, Pseudocog. Neither of you strike me as the type who doesn't read very well.

When people discuss the idea of something being the case, rather than saying "I hope he's not a romance because he IS too messed up," the former is fine, even interesting, while the latter is obnoxious. Period.

Please, feel free to discuss Fenris being as screwed up as you like, I will read it and even weigh in, but I ask that you not throw my words back at me when all I want is is for people to step back and think before they make declarations like, "Fenris is simply too damaged for a romance." That is precisely as fallacious a statement as "Fenris is absolutely fine." The point is, we. do. not. know. And yet, since the former may hurt feelings whereas the latter absolutely cannot, one would think a little sensitivity is called for.

Ah, well. Since this is the internet, maybe I'm hoping for too much. But I've come to expect a certain level of friendliness and understanding from this thread, and trying to slam the door on the idea of him being an LI before we have any real idea of the viableness of that hope strikes me as simply rude to those who are still optimistic, and create works of art and fanfiction to that effect. So yes, I took offense--only to the lack of sensitivity, not to the idea of Fenris being too damaged. The latter, I could handle, both as a thought and if it was the reality.

Modifié par Wynne, 04 février 2011 - 11:50 .

[Collider]

In my opinion, it's rather premature to rule Fenris out as a love interest.

[Wynne]

I appreciate that opinion very much, and wholeheartedly agree.

[Collider]

If anything, I would see his aversion to touch (and possibly, by extension, getting close to someone emotionally) and demons as an interesting obstacle to traverse in his romance or friendship path.

[Absafraginlootly]

TheSquadette wrote...

So my blackout lasted like...two days, but I can't help myself. Here's a prompt fill for Time, do forgive me for it.

Just Give it Time

“Don't move” the uncharacteristic authority in the voice was what really made Hawke freeze, foot half way in the air.

“Fenris?” she asked, “something the matter?”

“Step back,” was all he said, and so she complied, placing her raised foot behind her, turning slowly. “Thank you,” he said gruffly, pushing past her lightly to kneel down. Hawke blinked once in surprise before leaning down, front almost pressed against Fenris' back.

He was focused on a tiny sprouting flower, half wilted by the lack of nutrients to be found on Kirkwall's street. Fenris' face was oddly blank, a look Hawke recognized, one meaning there was a memory just out of reach. “Fenris?” her voice was softer as she placed a careful hand on his shoulder. He didn't shrug it off, instead gently
stroking the tiny violet petals.

“I don't know why I did that,” he said honestly, a bit bitterly, “if you don't step on it someone else will.”

“Oh I don't know,” Hawke said in consideration, “this is Lowtown, I don't think anyone will mind if I tear up a few cobble stones.”

“That is not necessary,” Fenris said, or rather tried to say, but Hawke had already managed to pry one of the stones up.

“I think it is,” she told him, grinning as she carefully wiggled the tiny flower, tugging it free from the ground. “We can plant this back home,” she said, standing as Fenris replaced the stone, patting it down as if he felt a little guilty about it. “I'm surprised you noticed it,” she said conversationally as they walkeddown the empty street, “dusk doesn't make for particularly good lighting.”

Fenris looked up at that, not because he was unaware of the fact it was nightfall and more out of reflex, the knowledge that when Hawke mentions something it is best to look at it ingrained after nine
years. The sky at it's farthest reaches was blue-black, descending into the sun's last push, a fiery red orange lining the far horizon. “It felt important,” he told her finally, and she nodded, hands still cupped around the failing little plant.

Back at the Hawke estate Fenris obediently followed his leader as she skirted the edge of the building, opening the gate for her into the small walled off garden. She surveyed it only for a moment, taking in the retreating blooms, ready to sleep for the night, before heading to one of the walls. A few centimetres away she dug a tiny hole with her finger, placing the violet bloom's roots into it, patting the soil back down around it. “We'll give it some water and let nature do the rest,” she said confidently.

“It is very small Hawke,” Fenris said dubiously, “and half dead, I don't think you want it in your garden.” He paused, thinking. “I don't think your mother wants it in her garden.”

“Sure she will,” Hawke said easily, “they're lalias,” she said, “mother loves them. We got bigger ones in Lothering, but these ones climb.”

“You know about plants,” Fenris said, following her into the house.

“I grew up outside of a tiny town, of course I do,” she replied, laughing slightly, “and I know that flower will be beautiful.”

“Of course,” Fenris said, obviously not believing her. Hawke smiled, shaking her head.

“Trust me Fenris,” she said, “they're plants, they just need time.”

Two years later

Hawke entered the tiny garden silently, breathing in the smell of flowers, tension leeching out of her shoulders as she closed the slightly rusty gate behind her. She surveyed the little space, taking in the red roses and vibrantly green ferns, before her gaze turned to the purple covered east wall. Smiling sadly she approached the flowers,
gently coaxing a small bunch up to her nose, breathing deeply.

“I told you they just needed time,” she said softly, voice barely a whisper. Around her leaves rustled in a sudden breeze and she chuckled sadly. “Turns out we didn't have it though, did we?” The
breeze rustled again and she let the blooms return to their normal place, running a hand through her hair. “I don't regret it at all Fenris,” she said softly, “not a second of it.”

The breeze sways the climbing flowers, causing a waft of their sweet scent and she looked up at the blue sky almost accusingly, “you'll learn to trust me some day,” she told her invisible watcher, “you just need the time.” This time the breeze brought the sound of childrens laughter and she shook her head, her own laughter freer
than before, happier. “Laugh it up Fenris,” she said, turning to the door, “it'll only take time for it to happen.” As she opened the door the breeze blew again, and it almost seemed like an agreement.

And I totally made up those flowers, just so we're all clear. You can decide for yourself why Fenris thought it important.

edit for formatting.

So, is he dead or is she just talking to herself in the last bit?

Anyways, I liked the first part even if the second part confused me a little.

[Cutlasskiwi]

 @Wynne: Your posts are simply the best, better than all the rest. Good grief, I need to get that song out of my head before I go insane. Seriously though, your posts are always so much fun to read 

[lnicol1900]

Okay. Here's my story prompt for Time.

The elf kept his head bowed and stared fearfully at the ground, his black fringe trembling before his eyes as much as he himself was. He had done it this time, he knew it. He’d crossed that line that he should never have been near. And now, he was going to pay the price.

“Please forgive me, Master,” he whispered pleadingly. “I will do as you order, and I will not slight against you ever again. I swear this, Master, please forgive.”

He knew it was hopeless, but he could not stop himself from trying. Even now, he waited for the hand that would strike him and order him to be silent. He yearned for it almost, just to prove that he would be true to his word.

“I am glad to hear that,” the Master stated, making the elf look up slightly in surprise before remembering his place and staring back down at the floor. “You have shown spirit, and I think that may be exactly what I’ve been missing in my work.”

“Master…?” he asked, one part surprised, one part hopeful, and eight parts terrified.

“This is your chance to prove your worth to me,” the Master continued. “You will assist me in my work. If you perform admirably, I will consider all past transgressions forgotten.”

“I will not disappoint you, Master,” the elf promised, relieved at being given a second chance.

---***---

Fenris leant against the walls of his cell, the cool stone easing the pain that burned in his skin. His body shook from the shock and he stared blankly at the silvery white lines that flowed across his skin. His hair, both black and silver, fell in front of his face, quivering slightly as he did.

His mind was numb of everything apart from the fearful wondering of when his master would come for him, to place more silver lines on his body. He was always afraid that the next set of lines would be the last, and that he wouldn’t be able to take the pain and die. But, while he was in that room, with the lines being burnt into him, he would fear that he would live through it.

The other slaves, the ones that were like him, only not covered in lines, they would stare at him for a moment, and then turn away. Some would look at him sorrowfully, like they pitied him. Other looked expectantly at him, as if they thought he should know them, but that was impossible. He didn’t know them… did he?

He raised his eyes to look up at the tiny window that let the morning light in. They would be coming soon.

---***---

With one final swipe, the last target was dead, and Fenris sheathed his sword. His body trembled from the exertion, his silver hair moving gently in the light breeze. He stood silently, unmoving, waiting for his next order. As he waited, he stared at what he had destroyed.

It was a man, a human like his master, wearing armour that bore an unfamiliar crest. His master had ordered the man killed, and he had done so without hesitation. But, as he looked at the blank face, he wondered why he had been ordered to kill. The man was no one as far as he was concerned, and had not even challenged his master.

His mind suddenly disquiet, he thought through every action, every kill. He had always done as his master ordered, and there had never been any explanation, no meaning to the death he had caused. And when the day was done, he was sent back to the cell they kept him in with a meagre meal and forgot about him until he was needed again.

“No more…” he whispered to himself. “No more.”

---***---

The street ran red with the blood of the bounty hunters, and Fenris felt no regret. At the expense of the lives of those men, he had saved many more from the horror of slavery. He would feel no regret.

His mind still on edge from the confrontation, he spun round upon hearing the sound of boots on cobblestone, a hand instinctively on the handle of his weapon. He saw a human woman, armed and armoured, staring at him. She didn’t seem fazed by his aggressive stance, a smirk lying firmly on her face.

“Remind me never to ****** you off,” she called jovially. “Did you leave any of them alive?”

“What’s it to you?” he demanded.

“Well, it’s come to our attention that there’s a little bit of slavery going on here,” she explained, motioning to the small group behind her. “We thought we’d come and remind them that such activities are illegal in the Free Marches, and then, kindly ask them to release everyone they’ve captured and find another occupation.”

“And if the slavers say no?” he asked, sceptical of woman’s plans.

“Why do you think we brought weapons?” She shot back, smirking. “So, did you leave any of this group alive? Finding their hideout will be so much easier if someone gives us directions.”

“I know where they’re stationed,” Fenris stated factually.

“Interesting…” the woman smiled conspiringly, before looking at the carnage around him. “You’re quite talented with a blade, and you took out this slaver’s raid group quite easily. Would you like to tag along and help?”

Fenris didn’t reply, uneasy at the woman’s casualness towards him. He had only been free for a few months, and her eagerness for him join made him suspicious of walking into a trap. His former master would no doubt want him back, and he had already faced a group of bounty hunters that had come to reclaim him.

And yet, when he looked into her eyes, he realised that he could only see respect. She respected his abilities, and she respected him. The thought was more than a little baffling.

“You don’t even know me, and I don’t know you,” he countered. “Why would you ask for my help, and why should I give it?”

“I’m here to get the job done, preferably as quickly and as cleanly as possible,” she explained. “You can handle yourself in a fight and you say you know where the slavers are. I’m willing to go on a bit of faith. As for why you should help me… well, it looks like we’re here for the same thing. We both win.”

He stared at her. He could tell by her open expression that she indeed meant only to stop the slavers. He had been taking them out whenever he saw them, but she was going to stop the operations altogether. It was, he hated to admit, something he wouldn’t be able to accomplish on his own.

“Very well,” he agreed finally.

“Great,” the woman chirped brightly. “The name’s Hawke, by the way. Leanne Hawke.”

“Fenris,” he replied.

“Fenris,” she echoed. “Lead the way. Let’s get these bastards.”

He turned and began walking in the direction he had seen successful raids go. He looked over his shoulder to see Hawke and her companions join him, keeping a respectful distance behind him. With a pleasantly odd feeling bubbling up in his chest, he led the group.

His time with these people, he could already tell, was going to be interesting indeed.

[upsettingshorts]

Wynne wrote...

No, that's actually not odd in the slightest. It's called having an intriguing design and fascinating concept in a game with romances available. Saying "I am invested in this character because the information given and design shown interest me" is nowhere near as strange as saying "even though I have no idea how damaged this character is because no clear sign has been given as to how damaged it is, this character is still obviously too damaged for a romance."

Funny, I view them as equally "strange" because they're both conclusions based on almost no data.  People who are intrigued by whatever that scant evidence tells them make up what they want Fenris to be.  People who are put off by whatever that scant evidence tells them construct whatever they think Fenris isn't.  Different symptoms, same condition.

Wynne wrote...

That was what I was objecting to, and forgive me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you've been around long enough to have gotten that. Same with you, Pseudocog. Neither of you strike me as the type who doesn't read very well.

I wasn't interested in the most extreme examples, myself, either.  Simply forwarding the notion that, given his background, a non-physical romance would be intriguing.

Wynne wrote...

When people discuss the idea of something being the case, rather than saying "I hope he's not a romance because he IS too messed up," the former is fine, even interesting, while the latter is obnoxious. Period.

And how's that different from "I hope he is a romance because I like that he's messed up" ? Especially when the poster or discussion goes on to invent numerous ways in which his particular brand of messed up leads to specific fetishes.  I find that pretty obnoxious, myself.

Granted that is not a habit exclusive to this thread.

Wynne wrote...

The point is, we. do. not. know.

Yes, that is the point.  At that point I was trying to point out that the collective preconceptions present in this thread may be in error.   You don't make a point stick without throwing hard.

Wynne wrote...

So yes, I took offense--only to the lack of sensitivity, not to the idea of Fenris being too damaged. The latter, I could handle, both as a thought and if it was the reality.

If the post you're quoting is one you'd deem insensitive and/or rude, I really don't know what to tell you.  When I want to be those things, I try to make it much more obvious.  I am not really interested in apologizing for being blunt, that just leads to multiple pages of hedging, clarification, misunderstanding, backtracking, and goalpost moving.  Which would derail the conversation off of the topic into a debate over who said what and why.  Kind of like this one.

Collider wrote...

In my opinion, it's rather premature to rule Fenris out as a love interest.

It's rather premature to conclude anything beyond he's a male elf character in DA2 who is likely to be a companion and be a two-handed sword wielding warrior. 

Modifié par Upsettingshorts, 04 février 2011 - 06:36 .

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

Wynne wrote...
No, that's actually not odd in the slightest. It's called having an intriguing design and fascinating concept in a game with romances available. Saying "I am invested in this character because the information given and design shown interest me" is nowhere near as strange as saying "even though I have no idea how damaged this character is because no clear sign has been given as to how damaged it is, this character is still obviously too damaged for a romance."

As to the 'discussion', there is a rather large difference between discussing something and cautioning the children that they'd best realize this is very serious business and nobody should be romancing someone with this many issues--as if "that many issues" actually was a known fact. The person in question said "he can't even be touched without punching someone," which was a plainly inaccurate and exaggerated assessment of what was said by developers.  That was what I was objecting to, and forgive me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you've been around long enough to have gotten that. Same with you, Pseudocog. Neither of you strike me as the type who doesn't read very well.

When people discuss the idea of something being the case, rather than saying "I hope he's not a romance because he IS too messed up," the former is fine, even interesting, while the latter is obnoxious. Period.

Please, feel free to discuss Fenris being as screwed up as you like, I will read it and even weigh in, but I ask that you not throw my words back at me when all I want is is for people to step back and think before they make declarations like, "Fenris is simply too damaged for a romance." That is precisely as fallacious a statement as "Fenris is absolutely fine." The point is, we. do. not. know. And yet, since the former may hurt feelings whereas the latter absolutely cannot, one would think a little sensitivity is called for.

Ah, well. Since this is the internet, maybe I'm hoping for too much. But I've come to expect a certain level of friendliness and understanding from this thread, and trying to slam the door on the idea of him being an LI before we have any real idea of the viableness of that hope strikes me as simply rude to those who are still optimistic, and create works of art and fanfiction to that effect. So yes, I took offense--only to the lack of sensitivity, not to the idea of Fenris being too damaged. The latter, I could handle, both as a thought and if it was the reality.

Exactly. We don't know. We don't know one way or the other. All we do know are like ten sentances that all describe someone who at the very least will have some issues. We can't doubt that he's a LI when all we know about him is his torture-and-amnesia backstory? We're not being mean or insensitive, we're inferring based on the presented evidence and trying to guess how it would effect him and Hawke and everybody else.

Some of us find the possible side effects of the invasive torture described on his character page more interesting and important than whether he is a LI.

It's not like anything we say changes whether he has a romance sidequest. And why can there not be both pro- and anti- stances on something we have little to no evidence for anyway? It's the same as the people speculting whether Merrill is that 'virginal girl next door.' Does that line refer to Merrill? Does it not? Will Fenris' amnesia and history of torture affect his ability to form romantic relationships? Will they not?

Why are you taking some people's speculation over a character's well-being personally?

ETA: All we know about him are things that either indicate issues (aversion to physical contact) or would result in psychological issues (branding, amnesia etc.). There's more evidence for him being a little messed up than not*. Since the theme in here is FENRIS LI   it's all we can really do to speculate how that history would affect his relationship building skills.

*Also, he's a Dragon Age character.

Modifié par Pseudocognition, 04 février 2011 - 07:47 .

[Deliciously-Demonic]

I hate snowstorms. >.<



What's been going on, guys? Any new info?

[Eternally Faithful]

I don't mind snowstorms. It means I get to stay home.



Sadly, nope, nothing. But I bet the devs will reveal the LI's on Valentine's Day. It's what I'd do.

[Jaarlitar]

Hmm...did some fanart of Fenris at work. Now just gotta figure out how to get it here without a scanner.

[Deliciously-Demonic]

Digital Camera?

[yoshibb]

Collider wrote...

Ser Gaider said that Fenris does have a hook.

Of course he does. He's being written by Gaider. Any good character has a hook.

And Izzie is important even if you don't recruit her and take her all over the place with you...i dunno what to think.

Hmm, interesting.
I have doubts that Fenris would be vital, but either way, I'd like him to get involved in the plot. The problem with Mass Effect 2 was that you had all these interesting squad mates, but they barely interacted with each other (in most cases, not at all) and had little to no involvement or relation to the story/plot. I'm hoping DA2 is quite different from that.

Apparently there's some sort of elven uprising in the Free Marches/Kirkwall. Given that Fenris is an elf, what do you think his part in that could be?

This was his post about Fenris relations to the plot, in case you're interested:

David Gaider wrote...

Dr. Doctor wrote...
The one question that I have for Dave, is how do you go about creating a character like Fenris? Is the major plot of the story hammered out before characters are introduced, or are general character profiles introduced before moving along with the story?

There are two things that need to exist when creating a companion:

1) A place in the story.

2) A hook.

#1 doesn't always happen if #2 is really strong, so sometimes we forget... and then we regret it later on. A place in the story means that there is something going on in the plot (or one of the plots) that is very central to what that character is about. They care about it, so you do too. Plots can be abstract things, especially when they relate to a world you have only a vicarious stake in, so followers serve to personify those conflicts.

But #2 is enough. There has to be a hook-- for me, not the player. Something that I want to say with a character, either a moment I know I want them to have, a twist on a romantic archetype, a thing that they have which makes me excited to write them. If there isn't a hook, no matter what we do the character will be boring. That can happen, too, in which case you have to create a hook. For yourself. Nobody else needs to care about it.

For Morrigan, the hook was the Dark Ritual. I knew that moment would exist almost before the rest of the game did. Alistair didn't start off having a hook, and I realized it after I began writing him. He was a distrustful, surly sort and I hated it. So... what to do? I wanted to make his dialogue fun, the sort of person who guys wouldn't hate because he was a buddy. Since I was watching BtVS at the time, it came to me when I was (predictably) analyzing Joss Whedon's method of delivering dialogue. Anachronistic, sure, but could it be done in fantasy...? I wanted to try.

There was a hook for Fenris, but I can't tell you what it is yet. It's a spoiler. The tattoos came later (and, amusingly, before I even saw Jack), but there was an element to Fenris that made me want to write him. His #1 is also significant, which is important as I mandated that every DA2 character would need a #1. It's a more personal story, after all, without a "YOU MUST SAVE THE WORLD NO YOU MUST" thing going on-- and thus the ciphers are that much more important.

Everything else after that fact is just mechanics and plot documents. And finding the voice. That's separate and not always easy, and sometimes doesn't come until you hit the Moment-- which could happen right away or halfway through writing the character.

[Jaarlitar]

Okey, here goes or nothing...



Also drew my Lady Hawke, Rhea.



Couldn't really get his hair right, though

[Away]

Very nice, Rhea is a beautiful name for Lady Hawke, and I don't think Fenris' hair is too bad, a little short maybe but I still think it looks great.

[Collider]

It's rather premature to conclude anything beyond he's a male elf character in DA2 who is likely to be a companion and be a two-handed sword wielding warrior.

Yes, it works both ways.

[obsessedwjpn]

I just want to pop in here and add my two cents to this whole discussion on what is and isn't too premature to say about Fenris. I think those who remain optimistic and want to believe that Fenris will become a LI shouldn't be put down for this feeling but I also don't believe we should assume anything as to how the story will play out. Therefore, both opinions are defendable so let's just all accept eachother's differences and get along, shall we?



I am personally a fan of Fenris and I would love him to be a LI, seeing as so far there are only three possible LI for heterosexual relationships (or homosexual, however it works) and in Dragon Age Origins we had two male characters who were possible LIs so I assume that at least two of the characters this time around will be the same for female players. I would imagine in Dragon Age 2 they would keep the same amount of potential LIs, if not increase them. So here's to hoping! It's all a matter of calculations...



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