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Varania | The Tranquil

True Neutral
Written by grummelwau

They told me I would lose myself. They never explained who would be left to notice.

Original CharacterElf Mage (Tranquil)Female
  • Thedas
  • 30s
  • Straight
  • None

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Dragon Age
  • 1 stories
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  • 7 followers

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THE HALL OF MIRRORS

VARANIA

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"Every mirror tells the truth.
The difficulty lies in deciding which truth you are looking at."
THE FACE
THE TRANQUIL EVERYONE SEES
THE FIRST REFLECTION
THE OUTER SELF

Varania enters a room with a quiet, self-contained presence. She watches before she speaks and often leaves the impression of someone who is several steps ahead of everyone else. To most people, she may seem composed, mysterious, ghostly... perhaps even eerie or uncanny.

She is a quiet contradiction: Composed yet unreadable, gentle yet difficult to truly know. On her forehead, she bears the Mark of the Tranquil: Ever since a cruel ritual that severed her connection to the Fade, she carries an eerie stillness where emotions, dreams, and magic once lived, leaving behind a presence that is strangely distant but impossible to forget.

She may seem like a closed book. But perhaps she is simply a book that makes everyone believe they already understand the ending.


"They told me I would lose myself. They never explained who would be left to notice."
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THE CORRIDOR BEGINS
THE MASK
WHO SHE PRETENDS TO BE
The Inquisitor's sister. The quiet tailor. The hollow Tranquil. The cursed outcast who has convinced everyone — including herself — that there is nothing left to save.
THE SHADOW
WHAT SHE DOES NOT SHOW
The compassion that persists where it should not. The things she feels without understanding. The instinct to protect what she cannot possibly love.
THE STRANGER
 WHO EVEN SHE DOES NOT KNOW
The girl she cannot remember being. The woman she never intended to become. The parts of herself that survived without permission, burning with sweltering passion.
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THE MIRRORS BEGIN TO CRACK
THE FOURTH MIRROR
THE PAST AGAINST THE PRESENT

Varania is an elf who was born into slavery in the Tevinter Imperium alongside her older brother Leto.

She was freed when Leto struck a bargain for her and their mother, after which the siblings were separated and their paths diverged. But freedom did not mean an easy life. 

Throughout her childhood and early adulthood, Varania was forced to navigate a world that offered her few choices, selling her body and taking whatever work she could find to survive — especially after her mother's death. It took years of hardship before she could save enough coin to pursue an occupation of her own. Eventually, she trained as a tailor.

For several years, her life was as promising as it could be for a member of a suppressed race. She had a steady profession and lived under the protection of her employer, working as both tailor and servant within their household. At last, she had found something resembling peace... 

Until her magical talent was discovered — and with it, the path that would ultimately destroy the life she had built for herself.

Varania found her brother Leto again, years after their separation. But the man she found was no longer the brother she remembered. Now known as Fenris, Leto had lost his memories of his past — and with them any recollection of Varania as his sister. Their reunion was a one-sided homecoming: Varania remembered him, while to Fenris, she was a stranger.

Believing he was doing what was best for her, Fenris ultimately dragged Varania to one of Thedas' Circles of Magi against her will, convinced that it was the only place where her newly discovered magic could be properly trained and controlled. Instead, he delivered her into the hands of a corrupt institution that would seal her fate.

Wrongfully deemed incapable of resisting demonic possession, Varania was made Tranquil by the templars. The process severed her connection to the Fade and stripped her of her magic. Her forehead was branded with the symbol of the Chantry, marking her forever as a shameful, weak-willed outsider in the eyes of society.

Like all Tranquil, she can no longer dream or experience emotion. What remains of her is governed by reason and logic alone.

Despite her rough life, Varania was once witty, passionate, strong, and fiercely alive. Now, she is quiet and expressionless — a woman who remembers what it meant to feel, but can no longer reach it.


"The cruelest thing you can do to someone you love is to decide what they need without asking them." 
THE FIFTH MIRROR
THE HEART
"Emotion and duty are not one. You are still my brother, even if I feel nothing for you. Love is not the thing you feel when you have nothing to lose. It is the thing you choose to protect when you know precisely what it will cost you."
THE SIXTH MIRROR
THE MIND
"I do not believe the world is cruel. Cruelty requires intent. The world is simply indifferent, and people mistake that indifference for malice because they cannot bear the thought that suffering might have no purpose."
THE SEVENTH MIRROR
THE FIRE
"I have been broken in every way a person can be broken. And yet, somewhere beneath all that ruin, there is still something that refuses to kneel. I don't know what that means yet. Maybe I will one day."

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THE LAST MIRROR
THE TRUTH

What happens when every reflection is stripped away? When her Tranquility is cured? When there is no audience. No mask. No performance. No one left to impress or deceive.

Who is Varania then?

Perhaps this is the only mirror that matters. Perhaps it is the one she refuses to look into. And perhaps it is the only one we have yet to uncover...

THE REFLECTION THAT REMAINS


"Perhaps we are all just reflections.
A collection of memories. A series of choices.
A collection of faces we have worn for so long that we can no longer remember which one was ours."



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THE HALL OF MIRRORS
NEVER ENDS

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