Inquisitor Revasan Lavellan

ie: if Sene Lavellan’s hot,
psychotic dad had been at the Conclave instead of her. Highly probable,
in fact. Revasan is 38, the heir to the Lavellan Clan, and First to
Keeper Deshanna Lavellan, his biological uncle. He is 6′2,” highly
intelligent, and well-versed with the sword. His pastimes include
chain-smoking, bourbon, walking the corn fields at night, decrypting
ancient elvhen texts, diving ruins in his younger years, running the
family business, and pissing off his daughter. His wife’s name is Rasha.
He loves her more than the sun is bright. OC Post!

THE ROAD SO FAR with Revasan:

1. L o L – Storming the Rift.

Roderick: On your head be the consequences, Seeker!

Revasan: [laughs, polishing his sword] Who the fuck is this ponce? Nice hat. Are
you serious?

2. Old Friends! – Finally back at Haven.

Revasan: Varric! Old boy. How the fuck are you?

Varric: Revasan Lavellan. I should ask you the same. Does
your Keeper approve of your extended detention down here in Human Land?

[laughs] Probably not. Then again, having a Lavellan at the top of some
new fucked up religious organization in the south can’t possibly be bad
for business.
Anyway, this shit is weird. Where the fuck are the drugs?

Varric: [sighs]

3. Yikes. – First Night in Haven.

Varric: [at the tavern] Do you have any idea who this
guy is, Cassandra?

Cassandra: The elf? Of course not….why?

Varric: That is the heir to the richest clan of Dalish elves
this civilization has ever seen.

Cassandra: Rich Dalish elves?

Varric: He’s the smartest elf in Thedas, but a fucking
psychopath. I hear he used to dive ruins for kicks. He’s probably killed more demons
than all of us combined.

Cassandra: [concerned, watching Revasan from across the
bar—he’s terribly handsome, and lighting his bourbon on fire to
impress the soldiers] Well then, let us hope he comes in handy.

4. First Meeting with Solas – Next Day, in Haven.

Solas: [does Fade poetry]

Revasan: [lights a joint] My gods. You’re a fucking
psychopath, just like me. Do go on.

5. Fffffffff – Same Conversation, still in Haven.

Solas: When I dream in such places, I go deep into the Fade.
I can find memories no other living being has ever seen.

Revasan: [smoking, incredulous] A Dreamer? Are you fucking
shitting me?

Solas: I am not.

Revasan: What the fuck are you, an ancient elf?

Solas: [sweats] Do not be silly.

6. Do you even ruin-dive, bro? – Same Conversation, still in Haven.

Revasan: You take naps in ancient ruins?

Solas: On occasion. I do set wards. And I’ve learned that if
you leave out food for the giant spiders, they are usually content to live and
let live.

Revasan: Giant spiders? What about giant demons?

Solas: Excuse me?

Revasan: I’ve taken naps in ancient ruins, too, my friend,
and I’ve been woken up by a lot worse than some fucking arachnids. Usually it
would be my brother, drunk on absinthe and hallucinating. But sometimes, it was
demons. Fucking disgusting abominations if you ask me.

Solas: [w t f ?] Well then.

7. Well, shit. – War Room Introductions.

Josie: The Chantry has denounced the Inquisition—and you,

Revasan: [laughs] Fuck the Chantry.

Cullen: Excuse me?

Revasan: You heard me.

Cullen: Last time I heard someone say that, things got

Revasan: [produces a joint from his pocket] Yes, well, hold onto your frilly
fucking coat, Commander Cullen, because they’re about to get a whole lot weirder. Now, does anybody have a light?

And scene (for now). This is a legit playthrough that I am enjoying immensely. I’ll hopefully update this as I go lol.

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also, @buttsonthebeach, per your interest. ❤

The journey of Inquisitor Revasan Lavellan continues, and the plot thickens, under the cut…

8. A trail of
dead bodies to the Crossroads. – The Hinterlands

Revasan: [crouches over the corpse of a young Templar] Oh, fucking bollocks.

Varric: [concerned] I know you’ve killed a lot of demons, Rev, but you
ever killed a person? It’s a whole different sport.

Solas: I am wondering that as well.

Revasan: [straightening the dead boy’s collar] I’ve killed
men, yes. Bandits, outright. A great many, in fact. But bandits are worthless
specimens. They fight for themselves and nothing more. These are men and women
who fight for a cause. [grows pensive]

Cassandra: Are you disturbed, Revasan?

Revasan: [collects himself, stands, soldiers forth] No.

Revasan: [does not speak or smoke for twenty straight

9. Meeting Between Two Equals. – The Hinterlands, camping at the farm

Revasan: That rift at the river over there, it’s diabolical.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the gods put it there just to fuck with

Solas: I’ve read up on you, Revasan, your accomplishments,
your research. You are rather prestigious in your line of work.

Revasan: Your point?

Solas: I wasn’t sure you actually believed in the elven

Revasan: I believe all sorts of weird shit, Solas. I believe
in the Maker. I believe a pantheon can mean many things.

Solas: Interesting.

Revasan: Gods rise and fall. They declare their godhood.
They are defined by those who worship at their feet. That is all the
Andrastians believe. Their god rose up, called to another, who carried his word
to the people of the earth. They followed. Hence, the legend of Andraste. The
elven gods are elusive, and my research is conflicting. I can’t tell if they
were actually gods or just the rich, slave-driving nobility of their time.

Solas: [takes off his gloves, tosses them to the earth] Hmm.

Revasan: You all right, friend?

Solas: Of course. But pardon my curiosity—you speak ancient elven?

Revasan: A great deal. Don’t you?

Solas: Indeed. Grab the whiskey. We have much to discuss.

10. Headstrong. – Back at Haven

Cassandra: I see what must be done, and I do it. I see no
point in running around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.

Revasan: Ha! You remind me of my daughter.

Cassandra:  Your

Revasan: Yes. She’s nineteen. She does what she thinks is
right. She never hems or haws. It is at once both terrifying and yet
reassuring—that I made her that way. Of course it’s hubris to take the blame.
But I know where she gets it. I understand you, Cassandra.

Cassandra: I—that is—thank you. I would like to meet her,
someday. And your wife. What are their names?

Revasan: My wife is Rasha. My daughter is Sene. They both
have great big red hair. It’s wonderful. Anyway, I plan to send for them as
soon as I can ensure that the way is safe.

Cassandra: That is good to know.

11. L o L, Pt. 2. – Haven, cont’d

Roderick: [blabs]

Revasan: Look! Ah, Commander Cullen. Look who it is. Our
ponce friend again, in his funny hat. Commander Cullen, remind me why he’s

Roderick: Clearly your Templar knows where to draw the line.

Cullen: He’s toothless. There’s no point turning him into a
martyr simply because he runs at the mouth.

Revasan: [claps Cullen on the shoulder] I like you,
Commander. A lot. Let’s lose this asshole and get a drink.

Cullen: [shocked] I—uh—yes. That would be fine. I could use
a break anyway.

Revasan: Good. [turns to Roderick] You are not invited. Go…pray or something.

12. The Grey Warden. – Back to the fucking Hinterlands

Blackwall: You’re no farmer.

Revasan: [smokes] Actually—ah, fuck it. Nevermind.

13. The Grey Warden. – cont’d

Revasan: You fight well. There’s a poise in you that I
recognize—that of a Chevalier, I presume?

Blackwall: What? [sweats] I’m a Warden. That’s all you need
to know.

Revasan: [studies him] Hmm. My mistake.

Blackwall: How would you know the chevalier style anyway,
elf? No offense, of course.

Revasan: None taken. But my clan is very rich and very
important, you see. I was trained in the sword by ex-chevaliers when I was a
boy. It was secondhand, but it did the trick.

Blackwall: [perplexed] That is…unexpected.

Revasan: Yeah. No shit.

14. The Grey Warden. – cont’d

Revasan: The Inquisition needs help, sure, but what can one
fucking Grey Warden do?

Blackwall: Save the fucking world, if pressed.

Revasan: [ponders] Hmm. Well. That is fact, actually, Warden

Blackwall: Am I in?

Revasan: [shakes his hand] Abso-fucking-lutely. Welcome to
the Inquisition. I extend to you a cordial invitation to Haven. The booze is
mediocre, and the snow is fucking freezing, but the people are warm, and
everybody’s having a great time so far.



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