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I was thinking of making tags for certain things in case people want to block them. 
Like 
"ymirr reblogs" for… reblogs
"ymirr babbling" for stuff that isn’t reblogs or myart.
As far as I know you can block these things, I am not internet knowledgeable which seems to confuse some people because I am computer knowledgeable… But I think it’s some addon to tumblr.
But I might forget at times, seeing as I often forget to add “myart” to my art.

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People asked for smutty things, I can’t quite do it fully.
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I brought forth this idea of an Inquisitor to a friend, and they demanded I do something of them.. He’s based off of this image of a character in The Banner Saga I saw, called Tryggvi.
Tryggvi Trevelyan
Human Drunken Master Mage! 
Warning A Long Read
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Background
He was born to an elven lady of the brothel, as for father he was clearly human but Tryggvi never quite got to the point to understand there even was a need of one, probably still don’t know he’s supposed to have one. 
He never seemed a bright boy, in the sense he never had the patience for books. Adventurous though, curious.  But growing up at the brothel, with folk from various paths of life wandering through, he learned much in which was needed to stay alive in the world. 
This is one of the biggest brothels in Orlais, part of the underbelly of the nation, secrets pour in, tales told, lies woven. The Madame is quite a powerful figure, the hold she and her girls have on quite a numerous nobles and criminals spread far and wide, makes them quite a powerful group by themselves. 
They were all practically his mothers, none more so than the other. His birth mother took a drunken tumble with a customer into the sea and drowned while he was still rather young. Tryggvi, through all of it, didn’t realise she was dead. Figured she like some other mothers/prostitutes left for another brothel or for other various reasons.
In his mind, and from what various customers told him, he was the luckiest person alive to have as many “mothers” as he did. The one he liked the most was the Madame, she might not have given him much open love and attention, but she gave him sweets once in a while for good behaviour, always told him to not let it get to his head that she cared.
When he reached puberty, he was shown to be a mage. The ladies of the brothel used their… fine powers of persuasion.. towards templar customers to learn how to best hide and protect him.They tried to teach the boy magic through books they had procured, they soon learned it was out of their league.
One day while he was practising the martial side of a mage, a Templar came across the scene. Thinking the boy was pretending to be a chevalier, he decided to show him some moves as he himself had once been one. He took a liking to the boy, and came back frequently to train him. 
Tryggvi’s “moms” tried to keep the boy away from the Templar, but Tryggvi had gotten the taste of spear fighting. Eventually he’d always have one of them with him for practice.
Ser Gevardine started to suspect there was something about the boy that the whores didn’t want him to know. Seeing them giving him a grim stare, each and everyone of them. A dagger close at hand… So he casually went about and used holy smite on the boy one day, and when Tryggvi collapsed the templar knew. The prostitute started screaming for help, and a shitstorm brewed towards the Templar. If this had been a son of a Noble, the Noble would have to let him go when found out, because their title and position so fragile to reputation. If a commoner, there was little choice. But this was a different situation, and the Templar figured that trying to drag that boy to the Circle would not be easy. 
He never reported it, but returned on another occasion with a mage. Thinking, for now, the best option was to keep an eye on the boy while making sure he’ll be capable to defend himself from any attempts by demons.
Years later, when Tryggvi was 17, the Knight Commander learns about the boy, but before the Madam is forced to break out her guns, he vanishes with a spear in his hands. 



Personality
He seems very much like a drunkard, often inappropriate expressions, or lack thereof where there ought to be some, which can be very unnerving. Seeming absent minded and daft, but will surprise you on various occasions which leaves you wondering if he’s just playing you. He can come across as very dumb, as things that may seem common knowledge, he won’t know. He lived in the capital of Orlais for years, doesn’t know the Capital of Orlais…He is however bright enough where it counts. He’s got a knack of staying alive, or getting out of the worst of situations. That turns out to become a challenge when pulled into the Inquisition, because now he’s got to keep other’s alive as well. Because he’s used to being alone, and he’s also got a knack of getting himself into trouble. He will always give off the impression that he’s dumber than he really is."Always better to be underestimated than overestimated."
He was a big drunk, but after a drunken bet that lead him into Tevinter, he stopped. I imagine some slavers use those “dog catching noose rod things” hence the scars on his neck.
Tryggvi looooves women, simply adores them. Don’t quite know what to do with them however, but loves them still. You could say he’s hetero asexual, and gay.
Vivienne reminds him a lot of the Madame, she doesn’t quite like that comparison, but still.
I imagine he always favoured fighting with a spear or halberds, and Vivienne didn’t tolerate any of that. He’s a mage, he better learn how to properly use those gifts. So she sort of makes him her apprentice, though agonising. 
He has a thing for elves, an elf should be hugged or squeezed and cuddled with. It takes a lot of mental effort not to squeeze Solas and Sera.Scared shitless of Cole though.

Varric "So in order to get the family tree down here, in case your history is hiding some jucy stuff, what was your mother’s name?"
Tryggvi "Hmm, Sarah, Lillian, Beatrice, Susanne, Celice,  Morgana, Mathilda, Hilda, Gertrud, Julia, Rita-"
Varric "She couldn’t quite figure which name to keep eh? Hah."
Tryggvi "Which one?"
Varric "Say what?"
Tryggvi "Beatrice changed her name each month i think, The great bosum of Orlai, Feisty Foul Fiddle, Bum ala rouge, were some"
Varric "Tryggvi you beast! I’m not talking about the fine ladies of the night that you’ve slept with! Haha.."
Tryggvi "I slept with all my mums you twit."
Varric “Uhhhh…. Tryggvi… I… You lost me there.”
Tryggvi “It wasn’t like there was a bed for me”
Varric "Maker’s breath boy, that explains nothing!”


Tryggvi is well aware of what Varric is asking…
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I brought forth this idea of an Inquisitor to a friend, and they demanded I do something of them.. He’s based off of this image of a character in The Banner Saga I saw, called Tryggvi.
Tryggvi Trevelyan
Human Drunken Master Mage! 
Warning A Long Read
[[MORE]]
Background
He was born to an elven lady of the brothel, as for father he was clearly human but Tryggvi never quite got to the point to understand there even was a need of one, probably still don’t know he’s supposed to have one. 
He never seemed a bright boy, in the sense he never had the patience for books. Adventurous though, curious.  But growing up at the brothel, with folk from various paths of life wandering through, he learned much in which was needed to stay alive in the world. 
This is one of the biggest brothels in Orlais, part of the underbelly of the nation, secrets pour in, tales told, lies woven. The Madame is quite a powerful figure, the hold she and her girls have on quite a numerous nobles and criminals spread far and wide, makes them quite a powerful group by themselves. 
They were all practically his mothers, none more so than the other. His birth mother took a drunken tumble with a customer into the sea and drowned while he was still rather young. Tryggvi, through all of it, didn’t realise she was dead. Figured she like some other mothers/prostitutes left for another brothel or for other various reasons.
In his mind, and from what various customers told him, he was the luckiest person alive to have as many “mothers” as he did. The one he liked the most was the Madame, she might not have given him much open love and attention, but she gave him sweets once in a while for good behaviour, always told him to not let it get to his head that she cared.
When he reached puberty, he was shown to be a mage. The ladies of the brothel used their… fine powers of persuasion.. towards templar customers to learn how to best hide and protect him.They tried to teach the boy magic through books they had procured, they soon learned it was out of their league.
One day while he was practising the martial side of a mage, a Templar came across the scene. Thinking the boy was pretending to be a chevalier, he decided to show him some moves as he himself had once been one. He took a liking to the boy, and came back frequently to train him. 
Tryggvi’s “moms” tried to keep the boy away from the Templar, but Tryggvi had gotten the taste of spear fighting. Eventually he’d always have one of them with him for practice.
Ser Gevardine started to suspect there was something about the boy that the whores didn’t want him to know. Seeing them giving him a grim stare, each and everyone of them. A dagger close at hand… So he casually went about and used holy smite on the boy one day, and when Tryggvi collapsed the templar knew. The prostitute started screaming for help, and a shitstorm brewed towards the Templar. If this had been a son of a Noble, the Noble would have to let him go when found out, because their title and position so fragile to reputation. If a commoner, there was little choice. But this was a different situation, and the Templar figured that trying to drag that boy to the Circle would not be easy. 
He never reported it, but returned on another occasion with a mage. Thinking, for now, the best option was to keep an eye on the boy while making sure he’ll be capable to defend himself from any attempts by demons.
Years later, when Tryggvi was 17, the Knight Commander learns about the boy, but before the Madam is forced to break out her guns, he vanishes with a spear in his hands. 



Personality
He seems very much like a drunkard, often inappropriate expressions, or lack thereof where there ought to be some, which can be very unnerving. Seeming absent minded and daft, but will surprise you on various occasions which leaves you wondering if he’s just playing you. He can come across as very dumb, as things that may seem common knowledge, he won’t know. He lived in the capital of Orlais for years, doesn’t know the Capital of Orlais…He is however bright enough where it counts. He’s got a knack of staying alive, or getting out of the worst of situations. That turns out to become a challenge when pulled into the Inquisition, because now he’s got to keep other’s alive as well. Because he’s used to being alone, and he’s also got a knack of getting himself into trouble. He will always give off the impression that he’s dumber than he really is."Always better to be underestimated than overestimated."
He was a big drunk, but after a drunken bet that lead him into Tevinter, he stopped. I imagine some slavers use those “dog catching noose rod things” hence the scars on his neck.
Tryggvi looooves women, simply adores them. Don’t quite know what to do with them however, but loves them still. You could say he’s hetero asexual, and gay.
Vivienne reminds him a lot of the Madame, she doesn’t quite like that comparison, but still.
I imagine he always favoured fighting with a spear or halberds, and Vivienne didn’t tolerate any of that. He’s a mage, he better learn how to properly use those gifts. So she sort of makes him her apprentice, though agonising. 
He has a thing for elves, an elf should be hugged or squeezed and cuddled with. It takes a lot of mental effort not to squeeze Solas and Sera.Scared shitless of Cole though.

Varric "So in order to get the family tree down here, in case your history is hiding some jucy stuff, what was your mother’s name?"
Tryggvi "Hmm, Sarah, Lillian, Beatrice, Susanne, Celice,  Morgana, Mathilda, Hilda, Gertrud, Julia, Rita-"
Varric "She couldn’t quite figure which name to keep eh? Hah."
Tryggvi "Which one?"
Varric "Say what?"
Tryggvi "Beatrice changed her name each month i think, The great bosum of Orlai, Feisty Foul Fiddle, Bum ala rouge, were some"
Varric "Tryggvi you beast! I’m not talking about the fine ladies of the night that you’ve slept with! Haha.."
Tryggvi "I slept with all my mums you twit."
Varric “Uhhhh…. Tryggvi… I… You lost me there.”
Tryggvi “It wasn’t like there was a bed for me”
Varric "Maker’s breath boy, that explains nothing!”


Tryggvi is well aware of what Varric is asking…
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painterly sketches, DHMG + Inquisitor
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painterly sketches, DHMG + Inquisitor
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