...mais l'âme sœur ne veut pas dire partenaire romantique ou partenaire de vie. Une âme sœur est quelqu'un qui vous ressemble beaucoup. Quelqu'un avec qui vous pouvez vous connecter à un niveau beaucoup plus profond que le physique.
Essaie de dire à ma mère qu'Alixanna s'est évanouie sous son souffle. Elle pensait à sa propre fleur, cachée sous le seau près de sa porte. Elle a pensé à la façon dont sa mère allait absolument perdre l'esprit de ses dieux quand elle l'a trouvé. Alixanna n'a pas pensé à qui avait la fleur qui correspondait à la sienne. Elle avait traversé ce pont une autre fois.
Quand tu reverras ton père, dis-lui que je lui dis bonjour et que je compte le rendre bientôt. Juste pour parler, a dit Gareth, souriant de moutons dans le désordre qu'il a fait.
Oui monsieur, la petite brune lui répondit, lui exhibant un sourire affectueux et lui donnant un coup de poing ludique à l'épaule. Elle doutait qu'il pouvait le sentir à travers tout son muscle. Merci pour le discours de fleurs. Si je vois Guinevere, je vais le passer le long. » Elle lui fait un câlin rapide avant de passer par la porte d'entrée et de repartir pour la clinique.
Alixanna est presque à la maison quand elle voit un flash de lumière sortir du coin de l'œil. Elle regarde vers le terrain d'entraînement et bas et voici, il y a Guinevere dans toute sa gloire, piratant violemment les mannequins de la pratique de la paille. Alixanna's respire des prises. L'autre adolescent est couvert d'une fine sueur et la lumière du soleil brille de ses boucles et de son armure, lui donnant une sorte éthérée d'éclat. Elle ressemble à un ange. Un ange de guerre en sueur et en colère.
Alixanna tousse.
Le jeune guérisseur sprinte pratiquement le reste du chemin jusqu'à la clinique. Elle ne sait pas si ses ovaires peuvent s'occuper de voir beaucoup plus de Guinevere ou d'Aldric aujourd'hui. Ils pourraient exploser.
Alixanna appelle alors qu'elle passe par la porte d'entrée. Atlas est assis à sa table de travail, broyant un peu de concoction avec son mortier et son pilon. Tout ce que je peux vous aider, da?
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.