Alixanna venait de finir de se tresser les cheveux quand elle a posé les yeux sur le bourgeon floral. Il a jailli, sans entrave par les planches de plancher, il est toujours bourgeon fermé un vert vibrant et brillant dans la lumière du soleil tôt le matin. C'était exactement comme toutes les queues de fées que la brune avait entendues murmurer avant le coucher. C'était affreux.
"Nope", Alixanna s'est moquée, traquant son bureau. La jeune fille a arraché un seau de racine de gingembre fraîchement récoltée et a jeté son contenu, non en flincant comme plusieurs tiges roulées sur le sol. Alixanna a avancé sur la fleur sans prétention et a placé le seau dessus, dissimulant effectivement sa présence.
"Mieux", la jeune fille s'est montrée reconnaissante en admirant son travail pratique. Avec un peu de chance, sa mère ne l'a même pas remarqué.
Après avoir lavé son visage et attaché un tablier sur sa simple robe bleue, Alixanna s'est enfoncée dans la cuisine où sa mère l'attendait déjà. "Bonjour ma chère," Elora a salué sa fille avec un câlin. Presque instantanément, la femme âgée recula et fronça. "Vous ne portez pas de corset."
-- Excellente observation, répondit Alixanna avec un sourire, grimpant une pomme et prenant place à la table. Elora a croisé les bras et a porté les lèvres, clairement pas amusée. « Ne t'inquiète pas, maman, je suis décente », répondit l'adolescente, les coins de sa bouche secouant le sourire.
"Bien," Elora s'est cognée, atteignant une main pour mettre une mèche de cheveux en retrait derrière l'oreille d'Alixanna. "J'ai organisé une réunion pour vous et le fils du duc la semaine prochaine," la femme aînée a parlé précipitamment, l'excitation scintille dans ses yeux verts.
Alixanna a pris une bouchée de sa pomme et mâché délicatement pendant un moment. -- Vous voulez dire Finnley? qu'elle a clarifié, sa mère hurlant vicieusement avant que la question n'ait même fini de quitter sa bouche. "Vraiment? J'ai entendu dire qu'il avait un troisième téton."
"C'est juste une taupe!" Elora a crié, jetant ses mains dans l'exaspération et le grondement. "Et avec tout le terrain qu'a sa famille, il n'aurait pas d'importance si le garçon avait quinze trayons supplémentaires", la femme a fini avec un grondement.
"Gross", a dit Alixanna, mais il n'y avait que de l'humour dans sa voix. La jeune fille a fini sa pomme et s'en est débarrassée correctement, avant d'arrondir à nouveau la table pour faire un câlin à sa mère. « Aussi charmante que je pense que les anomies du corps sont, je vais devoir passer », a informé l'adolescente, faisant gémir sa mère et enterrer son visage dans ses mains. Farrest nous a-t-il apporté le moineau de la prairie?
"Non, il y a une sorte de camouflage dans le jardin du maire. Mme Caperthon a dit quelque chose au sujet d'un cerf jaune », a dit Elora, agitant une main parfaitement manucurée comme pour rejeter toute la situation entirley. "Elle a aussi dit que le maire accusait Farrest d'avoir senti des dieux ou quelque chose comme ça, mais honnêtement, la femme a quatre-vingt-trois ans. Elle m'a dit hier qu'elle cultivait une pomme de terre dans son nombril."
-- Mmm, répondit Alixanna, en attachant les lacets sur ses bottes en cuir usées. "Je n'en douterais pas, Da et moi avons trouvé un gland là-dedans la dernière fois."
Elora avait l'air apaisée par cette nouvelle information.
"D'accord, je ferais mieux d'aller chercher cette herse. Da en a besoin pour une nouvelle salve sur laquelle il travaille. Au revoir, maman!" Alixanna a dit, et avec une vague d'adieu, limité dans les escaliers et par la porte d'entrée.
Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer
Appearance






Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy
Personality:
Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution.
One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved.
As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties.
He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless.
There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it.
Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off.
Bio
Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled.
Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy.
Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business!
Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told.
Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name.
Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird.
Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits.
He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him.
Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed...
Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble.
Skills:
Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother.
Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect.
Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd.
Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him.
Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks.
Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic.
As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.