Most characters in the witcher world is very complicated and there tons of back story (or main story) behind their development.
Even CDPR does wonders in TW3, but they are too wonderfu to be fully explored in this 100+ hr RPG masterpiece.
I would try to summerized some of them (with this wonderful thread of course) ![]()
http://forums.cdproj...-(all-spoilers)
Yennefer
Originally Posted by Kallelinski
Yennefer only appears to be cold to outsiders, because she never learned it any different. Yennefer never had a real familiy, not before or after becoming a sorceress, not until she met Geralt and Ciri. The society of sorcerers even told her that the only family she has now is the Brotherhood. She will never be loved by anyone, never have children, never have friends and so on. Feelings are for the weak, showing feelings is a weakness.
Her direct mentor was known for that. Her mentor had the idea to expel any kind of (motherly) feelings for every sorceress and i think Yennefer was her master copy.
She was made to be like this and yet she changes for the better. I am glad Yennefer didn't do the same with Ciri, showing that she still had a kind soul in her despite that "education program" and as we have read/seen later, she would do anything for those she holds dear, despite how her life was before. All other sorceresses could never understand what Yennefer sees in Geralt and why she clings on him so much, but that's the big difference between her and the rest, since she learned that having/showing feelings is not a flaw.
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When a woman with a strong self confidence shows insecurity, it shouldn't be considered a weakness, but human and that's probably the biggest compliment you can give a sorcerer.
For Geralt
Similar to Yen, Geralt is always suffered from his feelings to love to hate to understand and embrace the world that only considered any wicther must be a emotionless, greedy, monster killing freak. He suffered from the insecurity for whether his mutated body/mind is emotionally capable to love to be loved, he could not decide his passion towards Yen and Ciri would bring them happiness safety or sorrow /mortal danger of that old curse 'Not witcher ever dies in his bed'. Yen's love and Ciri's compassion sustains Geralt to stand for his own path which defy any understanding for that profession.
They are a family beyond any common understanding,yet they are also soul-mates who suffered from the curses of destiny but sustain each other to live for their own path.
Geralt's dream
He thought for her and Yennefer smiled, listening to his thoughts. The smile quivered on her cheek along with the crescent shadows of her eyelashes.
‘A home?’ asked Yennefer suddenly. ‘What home? Do you have a home? You want to build a home? Oh . . . I’m sorry. I shouldn’t . . .’
He was quiet. He was angry with himself. As he had been thinking for her, he had accidentally allowed her to read a thought about herself.
‘A pretty dream,’ said Yennefer, stroking him lightly on the shoulder. ‘A home. A house built with your own hands, and you and I in that house. You would keep horses and sheep, and I would have a little garden, cook food and card wool, which we would take to market. With the pennies earned from selling the wool and various crops we would buy what we needed; let’s say some copper cauldrons and an iron rake. Every now and then, Ciri would visit us with her husband and three children, and Triss Merigold would occasionally look in, to stay for a few days. We’d grow old together, beautifully and with dignity. And should I ever get bored, you would play for me in the evening on your homemade bagpipes. Playing the bagpipes – as everyone knows – is the best remedy for depression.’
The Witcher said nothing. The enchantress cleared her throat softly.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, a moment later. He got up on an elbow, leaned across and kissed her. She moved suddenly, and hugged him. Wordlessly.
‘Say something.’
‘I wouldn’t like to lose you, Yen.’
‘But you have me.’
‘The night will end.’
‘Everything ends.’
No, he thought. I don’t want it to be like that. I’m tired. Too tired to accept the perspective of endings which are beginnings, and starting everything over again. I’d like . . .
‘Don’t talk,’ she said, quickly placing her fingers on his lips. ‘Don’t tell me what you’d like and what you desire. Because it might turn out I won’t be able to fulfil your desires, and that causes me pain.’
‘What do you desire, Yen? What do you dream about?’
‘Only about achievable things.’
‘And about me?’
‘I already have you.’
He remained quiet for a long time, waiting until she broke the silence.
‘Geralt?’
‘Mm?’
‘Love me, please.’





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