Random thought, and if this has already been discussed to death, feel free to tell me to go get a nice, big cup of STFU...
But I'm curious, out of all us Anders-mancers, how many prefer a mage Hawke vs non-mage Hawke? As much insane amount of fun as playing a mage is this time around (and as sexy as the battle animations for them are... squee!), I really feel more of a "kinship" (I guess you could say) with non-mage Hawke being all Mage Protector (or Apostates' Aegis, if you will). Can't decide if my ultimate canon Hawke will be a rogue or a 2H warrior, but she's definitely fiercely protective of her sister and crazypants boyfriend.
Dunno. Just really rings right to see an enemy beeline for Anders and scything my way between them, all like "Get your hands off him, you damn, dirty darkspawn!" or raising my hackles whenever templars are nearby... "If you want him, come and claim him!" Rawr.

And totally missed out on the convo about 30 pages back (can't keep up with this thread), but I'll raise my hand as being another of the one-LI per playthrough group. And much like leggywillow, my first Lady Hawke was the sarcastic, living-in-her-own-little-world Cloud Cuckoolander. Although, given her rather caustic attitude towards templars and "violence seems to answer everything" line of thinking, she struck me a lot as being the
Hancock of Kirkwall. Sarcastic, rough-around-the-edges, probably fairly inebriated a lot of times, but ultimately good at heart. LOL There were definitely lines from that movie I could hear her saying adapted versions of...
Meredith: Rawr rawr stomp stomp hiss you can't always be there to protect your little apostate boyfriend hiss rawr...
Lady Hawke: What did you call him?
Meredith: Little apostate boyfriend snarl hiss...
Lady Hawke: (leans in close) Call him an apostate
one more time...
Meredith: Apostate.
Lady Hawke: *flips a table*
Or the incredibly annoying amount of blood mages...
Grace: Rawr hiss no matter what you do I'll hate you and kidnap a loved one later rawr hiss snarl...
Lady Hawke: If you don't give yourselves up quietly, I swear to the Maker, your head is going up his ****, his head is going up your ****, and you drew the short stick, cause your head is going up my ****!