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Sprung fully formed from beneath a mossy rock, MNat now roams the foggy regions of northern California with two very annoying cats. Since graduating in 2010 from the Academy of Art with a BFA in Illustration, she subsists largely on a diet of tea and books. She currently whiles away her time with freelance illustration and reading.|
She does not always refer to herself in the third person.
It took a moment for her eyes to pick out the odd shape crouched on the floor. To her embarrassment, she saw that it was clothed only in the inky black stuff. Its long arms, its over-large, clawed hands, were all slick with darkness. A single large glob rolled off its chin and splattered at its feet. Strings of something distinctly meaty hung between its knife-sharp teeth.
Not ink, Caro realized. Not ink.
The thing raised its head and fixed her with one shining eye.
“I beg your pardon, Miss Caroline,” it said with her friend Cadmus’ voice. “But would you be so kind as to shut the door?”
I wrote a thing, I drew a thing! I continue to work on my thesis, based on my YA vampire story Carpe Noctem. (working title)
A: “There is justice in the world.”
I: “Justice is an idea. It makes sense in a world of ideas, but not in our world."
Samson, from Dragon Age Inquisition.
I love it when seemingly small players from previous DA games come back and they're suddenly REALLY IMPORTANT.
Also: I am 110% sure that Samson has some weird unrequited hatecrush on Cullen. He’s all, “I know I’m supposed to be fleeing because my nemesis has discovered our hideout but I’m going to stop and write a letter to my ex-roommate explaining my intentions and begging him to join me. Please see attached drawing of the two of us frolicking hand-in-hand through fields of red lyrium. Look how great everything would be if you were dating me instead of the Inquisition, Cullen. XOXO, Samson.” .
You’re not fooling anyone, Samson. No one is fooled.
My darling Warden, from Dragon Age Origins.
Serious and dutiful, Rokka Mahariel was the beloved daughter of her Dalish Clan, and one they were particularly sad to lose to the Blight. Slow to smile and consummately quiet, Rokka’s journey transformed her from an unassuming girl to a confident young woman who earned the friendship of an eclectic band of unlikely comrades. She learned to persuade or intimidate in equal measure, to trust in her own wits and intuition, to speak her mind, to command armies… and ultimately slayed an archdemon.
She even learned how to tell a few jokes. Though, considering who she learned them from, they’re probably not very good jokes.