• Racial status: Elf
• Armor
• Lyrium tattoos
• Sword - Ream-Ward
• Aggregio Pavalli wine
• Maul - Dogs of War
• Battleaxe - All-Fall
• The Book of Shartan

[It's not that Fenris is completely unaccustomed to cold. He's been to less than temperate regions before, and lived through plenty of seasons that were equally less than temperate. An escaped slave on the run has to endure plenty of unpleasant conditions, and he hadn't always been in the position to be well-equipped for the environments he was ( Read more... )

[It's a bit late, perhaps due to Fenris' own reluctance to give up something as endlessly useful and reassuring as a good quality sword, but he was specifically asked to return it, and he has no intention of going back on his word - or taking advantage of the generosity of the man who'd helped him during the zombie infestation. So, once he stops ( Read more... )

[After getting the call from Hawke, Fenris had scoured his house and garage for anything remotely like the sort of two-handed weapon he's used to using. Sadly, Mayfield has very little in the way of mauls, battleaxes, or bastard swords just lying around the place. What he did find was a shovel. This is hardly ideal, but it'll do in a pinch, and ( Read more... )

[Fenris snaps awake rather suddenly. He's not sure what woke him up specifically, but there is a definite sense of wrongness to his surroundings - even beyond what he's been forced to accustom himself to in Mayfield. The bed is different, the atmosphere is different...his clothes are different ( Read more... )

[It would just figure that the next surprise Mayfield would spring on them would be something for which Fenris' newly regained armor is wholly useless. What good does it do him against milk?

He's the only non-drone member of his household; if anyone is going to drink the milk, unfortunately, it's down to him and only him.][Filtered to fellow ( Read more... )

[He doesn't filter this, because he doesn't actually...know how, at least not very well. Besides, who outside his world is going to care? But he probably would, otherwise.]Some years ago, I was injured fighting on Seheron. A group of qunari rebels took me in, tended to my wounds. They were...admirable, far beyond my limited ability to understand at ( Read more... )

[Fenris is having some difficulties today. Part of him is quietly pleased that it's the 4th of July, and that he's going to take his daughter to see the fireworks later...but every time he happens to look in a mirror, or glance down at his arms, he sees the newly regained lyrium brands etched across his skin, and this jolts him out of any such ( Read more... )

[Fenris is vaguely aware that Hawke would disapprove of this - killing someone on her behalf. Not that he hasn't already done so a hundred times over, traveling with her, but the situation here is different and he expects the distinction would matter to her, even if it means little to him. That, and she's not part of this; he's not mentioning it to ( Read more... )

[Fenris is stalking through Mayfield today, looking uncomfortable and irritable in the clothing Mayfield has provided for him. There must have been a time before he wore his armor constantly, taking it off only to clean and repair it or for sleep, but those days have been forgotten. It feels like walking around without his skin ( Read more... )