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Wild is the music of the autumnal wind
Basics
Name: Lelaros
Age: 18 during Inquisition, 20 during Trespasser
Date of Birth: Mid-Autumn
Height: 5'3"
Sex: Female
Gender: Genderfluid
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Pansexual
Family:Mallel (birth parent), Unnamed father, Feylhen (older brother)
Languages: A little bit of everything, because of traveling. Speaks with an Orlesian accent, won't say if it's fake or not.
Prefered Weapons: Long range. Specializes in bow and spear/javelin. Caries twin daggers, but doesn't much like hand to hand combat.
Faceclaim: Jessica Parker Kennedy
Lelaros is all legs and slender, but with soft curves. His eyes are hazel, and depending on the light and the color he's wearing they can appear light brown or yellow, and sometimes even green. His hair is dark, but full of rich browns and dark red tones, and in the sunlight the red shows through very well. It's long, about mid back and curly.
His style of dress is very dependent on how he feels day to day. Sometimes binding and a nice tunic and leggings will suffice. Other days it's vibrant low bodiced dresses with full skirts. There's rarely any in between. In the relative privacy of his own room, it's usually a robe, a sheet or nothing at all. Whether tunic or dress, it's likely he made it himself. He favors autumnal colors; reds, golds, yellows, oranges. Brown isn't a favorite of his, but he can work with it. He loves patterns, and experimenting with them to see what will work together.
He enjoys wearing pretty clips in his hair, and often it's worn down, but partly braided with beads or clips or both. Often he can be seen wearing pretty rings and bracelets. Don't ask him wear they came from, he won't tell you.
As he's still so young, Lelaros still has a baby face at times. Sometimes it's hard to tell how youthful he is, especially when he wears his kohl around his eyes and has his curls all done up nicely. But other times, it's very easy to see, when he dresses more masculine and doesn't apply his kohl, and wears his hair pulled back (aka, when he isn't all "fancied" up). He definitely, for the most part, tries to make himself seem older than he actually is on most days.
Put simply, Lelaros can be a handful. He is a near constant ball of upbeat energy, bouncing here there and everywhere. He's not one to dwell on things he can't fix, such as his exile or being disheartened by his brother's approval of it.
He is fiery and stubborn, traits he gets from Mallel. While friendly and outgoing, most people are unassumingly kept at arm's length until he believes they can be trusted. He's flirty, though it's usually of the playful sort. Physical modesty is not one of his strong points, though most especially within the privacy of his own room and he won't apologize for that.
Lelaros is quite good at pushing people's buttons, but knowing when to back off. He can be a bit of a brat and quite vain when the mood suits him. He's very clever, though rarely lets it be seen, prefering to let all those besides the ones he trusts to severely underestimate him. Streetwise, he's very bright, and has learned to swindle and network with the best of them with his easy charm and friendliness.
But he's also very kind and very generous, when he wishes to be, or when it serves him, and so very willing to help out anyone in need. That nature was part of the reason he was set on becoming a Jenny, to help people who can't help themselves, because he knows what it's like not to be able to help himself. But Lelaros is sharp as a tact, and can tell when people are trying to take advantage of his generosity.
He also has a bit of a darker side to him, one that people rarely get to see because it's so well hidden. Lelaros can absolutely be a very selfish person, and there are very few people whom he wouldn't throw under the cart to save his own skin if he's in an extreme pinch. He's very flawed, with very grey morals. He's very ambitious, and there is little he won't do to achieve his goals. He has a very, very hard time connecting to people emotionally, due to extreme mental abuse growing up. It's like a switch he flipped off when he was at his most broken down, and he hasn't been able to turn it back on. He is a very broken and fragile person, but all of that is shoved down deep inside and he believes he has better things to do than to try and fix himself.
Lelaros is the youngest son of chief of a highly reclusive dalish clan. His brother, Feylhen, remembers their mother well. Lelaros doesn't remember her at all and knows precious little other than she left sometime between his first and second year. All he had of her as a child were bitter biting remarks from his father and brother that he was too much like her, and disapproving looks from other memebers of the clan. As a child, he never understood what they meant, only that they cut very deeply. Even now Lelaros isn't sure. When he was older, he did begin to recieve letters from his mother, though he burned them as soon as he read them and replied in fear of his father and brother knowing.
As he grew, Lelaros noticed that sometimes he was comfortable in dresses, and other times he was comfortable wearing his brother's old clothes. He grew to have a hoard of them, though whenever Feylhen would find it, they would be taken and quickly cut up and used for other things. And it wasn't a subject that his father nor brother would speak to him about. This only paved the way for Lelaros' rebellious streak to grow and flourish, much to his father's disappointment. He was wild in his early teens, which only furthered the animosity towards him within the family and within the majority of the clan.
When things came to a boiling point and his father had had enough of his ways. Coupled with the whispered rumors that Lelaros was a blood mage like his mother, Lelaros was exiled from the clan. He never received his vallaslin, an insult to injury. It would've been Ghilan'nain. While it hurt him, he knew there was nothing he could say nor do to plead his case, not with his father and brother so resentful. He packed his things and left in the night, and Mallel (birth parent) met him to guide him to a safe place to gather himself and his thoughts. He stays with Mallel for a few days before heading off on his own path and away from the forests he called home.
Free from his clan's influence, Lelaros feels more comfortable within his own skin and begins dressing whatever way he wishes to. He begins to refer to himself as 'he' instead of 'she', though not because he has more masculine days than feminine or neutral ones, but because he liked the sound of it and for him, it felt safer and more comfortable than 'she'. He believes very strongly that that was partly due to his father and brother. Often he wonders if it didn't hold such negativity for him personally if he would still go by 'she'. Even to this day his gender confuses him, but he's much more sure, confident and content with himself.
After leaving Mallel, Lelaros ends up being taken in by a woman whom owns an inn and tavern called La Petite Rose on the outskirts of Val Fontaine. Ros worked as a waitress ( and often times for extra coins, worked upstairs ) at the inn. The other girls there took him under their wing, taught him the languages, reading, writing, math. He was bright and quick. It was there at the inn where he began to realize his talent for getting secrets and gathering information, and where he learned he could use his body as a weapon.
Lelaros hears about the Inquisition while working as a Jenny and through the grapevine. Many of his friends (and Friends) stay behind, though he travels to see what it's all about, and if he can help.
@burningarrcws Toeb was missing- not that Luen was worried. No, he was a big boy and knew that dogs liked to run on their own sometime. The pack got too noisy when they were all together and would snap at each other’s heels. Except… Toeb and Hen were the only two that actively lived in Skyhold with them. Maybe Toeb went to go visit the pack then? (Luen wished he had gone too in that case. He missed Tummely and Staggers. They probably were full grown from their puppy bodies into lanky lab ones now.
He missed the pack but it was too dangerous for little elflings to leave Skyhold right now. Thats what babae said anyways…
That left Luen under Lelaros’ care as babae and Hen went to look for Toeb. That wasn’t all bad. He liked his sibling but…he didn’t think that Lelaros liked him. He was always shooing him away and snarling at him like he had a thorn stuck in his paw. Luen could understand a sour dog any day but Ros was a big mystery.
He was quiet for a little longer as he kicked his legs back and forth restlessly in his chair. Finally he sighed and leaned over the surface of the table, chin resting on his hands. “Ros! Can we play a game? I’s boring in here. An’ it smells!” He wrinkled his nose, lips fixed in an exaggerated pout.
Why had Mallel chosen him for this? There were at least a dozen other people far better with children, far less busy and far more qualified to babysit than he. The Iron Bull, for one, could have so easily looked after Luen while Mallel was away. Luen adored him, after all, and Mallel seemed almost suspiciously close to the qunari. Even Varric would be more qualified than he. For half a beat he even wished Eugenie was there, with her children. At least then Luen would have someone around his own age to play with.
Frowning, Lelaros’ eye flickered up from his leads at the question, a frown forming upon his lips. He didn’t have time for games, there was work to be done.
“It doesn’t smell.” Though perhaps Liari could use a bath. He’d call in one of his favors later for that. “Yeah, here’s a game for you. It’s called the Quiet Game. Means the first one to talk loses. Last person to talk gets a sweet. It begins— now.”
Hazel eyes flicker up from his embroidery, and cast a glance out of his window. “That’s because it’s raining, brat. Can’t change the weather for you, and you’re not going out there to catch cold. So you’re just gonna have to sit tight until Mal comes back.” He pauses for a moment, sets his sewing aside. “Come on. I’ll take you to Eugenie. She’s ‘round here somewhere.”
“No, I’ve got this under control. Let me do my job, Mallel. I’ve been doing it for two years and I’m damn good at it. Just keep out of my way. It’s not pride that’s clouding my judgement, it’s you questioning me.. Just— give me space and let me fucking work.”
oftheferalfolk-deactivated20161 said: {meme}{Luen} "But why do I have t' wear pants? The men a' th' tav'n said you never wear pants!"
“The men at the tavern don’t know shit, stop listening to them. I wear pants whenever I fucking feel like it. They’re just talkin’ real big because I won’t fuck most of ‘em.”
“Listen, brat, it’s cold here, you’re gonna need pants.” With some hesitation, he picks the boy up and sets him next to Liari on the bed. Why Mal thought it was a good idea that he should babysit, he’d never know. Kids were weird and they smelled. “Just sit there and do— whatever brats do while I make you some decent pants, yeah?”
“I always worry,” Mallel replied, voice stern and firm. “You think because you’ve grown up out of my sight and by your own strength that your fully capable.” He frowned, arms folding in front of him. The positioning was of self comfort, not an effort to make himself look formidable. He also wasn’t used to touch or closeness in general having kept to himself so many years.
“I’ve seen many people dead because of these demons. Experienced warriors and defenseless peasants alike. Out in the wilds or rotting within their homes. There isn’t a safe place as far as I’m concerned. You could have been one of the dead left to decay in the fields for all I would have known.” His lips thinned for a moment before he said, “You’re capable but as fallible as any.. I just don’t wa- ohf!”
He grunted as Luen came running up to them, tripping over Toeb to run face first into his father’s hip. As talkative as he was with the qunari he was silent now, peeking over at his brother with curiosity. Mallel sighed and pulled him up onto one hip, “believe it or not, he’s shy.”
“Because I am. Me still being around just proves that. If I wasn’t, I’d been dead four years ago. Or maybe it’s just ‘cause you still see me as a tiny brat still crying for your milk that you can’t see the truth.” His lips pursed then, and he mimicked his father’s movements, though his were out of defense.
“I know it’s dangerous out there. But I’m not a warrior or a peasant. I’m something entirely different. And maybe if you didn’t underestimate me, you might see that. You don’t know what I’m capable of with just a little smile. I’m too smart to die in some field.”
He glanced down at his brother with guarded indifference. They had the same curling mop of hair, but Luen was still a little too young for Lelaros to see any resemblance between the too of them. “Course he’s shy. He lives in the forest with you and dogs and probably not much else, if you still live the way I remember.”
Excuses were just that: excuses. Mallel glanced over the bar, drawing his fingers over the wooden surface before glancing back for Luen. The child was happy enough to chat up the qunari, tiny fingers fisted in the man’s pant leg. Golden eyes drew back to hazel then, unimpressed. “Say what you will but that does nothing to ease months of worry.” His voice was hard, ungiving. It changed completely in the next breath.
He reached out and pushed Lelaro’s hair back behind one pointed ear. Mallel smiled, old ink stretching across his face with it. “You are safe though. I suppose that is all that matters when demons are pulling themselves from the air.” Toeb whined lightly in relief, pushing back over to Lelaros. He pushed his cold nose against the elf’s ankle, laying down for a moment. Just a moment at best. The dog was too restless for his own good and something smelled fantastic on the other side of the room.
“That makes the both of us then,” Mallel said. He glanced back over at Luen who was chattering amiably still though the qunari had lifted him onto his shoulders now. For a war hardened mercenary he made a good sitter. “Skyhold is the safest place rumor says,” he added in a quieter voice.
He followed Mallel’s gaze, and at first he was confused, until he spied the curly mop of hair and the tiny little hands. So that was Luen, the child he hadn’t seen in nearly four years, a surprising reminder of how long it had been since he had seen either of them. The last time he’d seen Luen, the child was still attached to Mallel’s breast for milk and still crying for no reason at all. Now he wasn’t sure which was worse, a talkative child or a crying baby.
“You know I can take care of myself, one way or another. Could even back then. Have my whole life. Youd didn’t have to worry. I’m smart enough to find some place to shack up until demons stopped coming from the sky and it— or someone, patches up the giant hole.” Though he doesn’t mean to, he flinches at the touch, so unused to affection when there’s no ulterior motives behind it.
As Mallel’s gaze once again moved to Luen, his mouth set into a thin line. How lucky his little brother was, to be so loved. It’s something he’d probably never have, not naturally, anyway. “Well, yeah. It is a fortress that’s damn hard to find.”
Ah. Sohis child was here. Mallel didn’t express his surprise. Instead he tipped his head to the side, braids sliding along his shoulder. He tried for a smile, the expression laced with his clear disappointment. “Don’t try and look happy,” he replied. He patted the qunari’s arm with a muttered “excuse me” before he walked over to Lelaros, eyes narrowed.
“I am here to offer my services. I was about to write you and tell you as much but that seems unnecessary. Good thing since a certain boy hasn’t written back in a long while. Do you have any idea how worried I was for you?” Toeb gave a deep whine as his alpha drew near and he hopped down, skirting over to the elf to butt his head gently against his leg. Mallel dropped one hand to ruffle his fur but maintained his eye contact with the other.
“My magic is useful apparently. They seem to have enough hedge mages. I can’t imagine what a dog whisperer can do for them but there you have it.” He pulled a chair back and sat down with little intended grace, groaning with the movement. It was nice to be in a place with furnishings. Rocks and stumps were only so forgiving. “I suppose you are here for your ‘Friends’.”
Hazel eyes narrowed for a moment before gathering and folding his documents before promptly slipping them back into his bodice. Ah, the tone of a disappointed parent. How well he knew it. Other than anger, it was the only tone his father ever took with him. And now it’s come full circle and he’s disappointed both parents. He knew it was only a matter of time. He was, after all, a terrible wicked child.
“You already knew how much I traveled, and that letters would be scattered. And once I came here, I had work to do, confidential work, and I couldn’t be writing too many letters. Too risky. I didn’t even know where you might be with a big hole in the sky, and I didn’t want to send Liari on some wild goose chase.” He needed her here, and needed her to ferry letters to other places.
“I’m here for myself, mostly, because I have the ability to help.” He was avoiding and he knew it. He didn’t quite like talk of Friends with someone who wasn’t a Friend, especially not in public.