To help the story along I'm going to describe how my Inquisitor looks below. V

Description: She has slash scar across her nose, she has beautiful long red curly hair she likes to wear in a long flowing pony tail, shining emerald eyes; she likes to wear dark red lipstick and eyeliner to make her look bad ass. She also has red roses tattooed all across her arms and upper chest, to cover the massive amount of scars she has from her childhood. She's 5'7 tall, wears rogue armor, a family crest necklace, tan skin, and moderately muscular.

Human, Rogue/ranger.

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"The Road to Inquisition"

1. The Teller and The Story:

-Knock knock-

There's a knock at the study's door.

"Come in!" The Inquisitor calls.

In steps Varric Tethras.

The Inquisitor's face lights up instantly, she smiles genuinely to see him. "Varric!"

"Inquisitor." Varric addresses the girl with a moderate bow.

The Inquisitor smirks. "No need to bullshit the politeness Tethras; Cassandra isn't around to scowl at your rudeness."

Varric looks around carefully. "So she isn't." He instantly relaxes. "Thank the Maker; The Seeker must be busy talking with Lion Boy."

The Inquisitor chuckles. "Cullen hates it when you call him that."

Varric smiles as he goes to sit in the chair in front of the Inquisitor's desk. "But you love it."

"Yeah." The Inquisitor replies wistfully, suddenly looking distant.

"Woah there!" Varric snaps a finger in the red head's face. It wakes her up. "They must be putting too much paper work in front of you; you're falling asleep eyes open."

The Inquisitor slaps herself lightly on the cheek. "Yeah," She lies easily. "That must be it." After a moment of silence, the dwarf trying to look innocent in front of her, the Inquisitor side eyed the archer. "You need something? As you said, Cullen and Josephine have stacked about a miles worth of paper work on my desk." The Inquisitor motions to said mountains of paperwork on her desk.

"Well," The dwarf starts. "I thought maybe you might want to take a break. And I was free…."

"And I owe you a story." The Inquisitor cuts him off, grinning.

"Exactly! As you know, I'm a collector and teller of stories. And I've pretty much been through the Keep, got everyone's life story out of them." He explains.

"Even Iron Bull's?" She asks, surprised.

"Yes, painfully so."

The Inquisitor laughs. "So," She leans back, arms folded behind her head now. "What do you want to know?"

"Well for one, your name." He says, and just as the red head opens her mouth, he continues. "And I mean your real name."

She gives him a look. "So you've heard."

"Yep." He nods.

The Inquisitor sighs. "Very well. My name is Scarlett, which you know. It's Scarlett Voxx."

"And the nickname Scar?" He questions.

"Easy, from the scar on my nose, plus it's a shortened version of Scarlett." She explains.

"So it's true then, you're really the Bloody Heir?" Varric concludes.

Scarlett sighs again and nods. "Unfortunately." She pauses. "I hope you're not here to get the story about that."

Varric shakes his head and hands. "No, not at all! Just the uncut adventures of Scar the Inquisitor."

Scarlett raises a red brow. "They're not really adventures, it's kinda just my life, and it's not so grand."

"I heard you protected the elven alienage during the Blight in Denerim. Is that true?" He asks; Scar nods slowly. "You lived with the Dalish for two years?" She nods again. "Fought in Amarathine under the Hero of Ferelden?" She nods one last time. "I certainly wouldn't call your life boring."

"You can call it painful then….and hard. I've just been trying to survive and do the right thing….like I promised I would." She clarifies as well as she can to the dwarf.

"Promised? Promised who?" He questions, tilting his head.

"Falline." Scarlett instantly replies. "She was the closest thing I've ever had to a mother."

Suddenly, when Scar looks back up, Varric is holding a chalk writing utensil and cloth paper; it makes the red head jump a bit in her seat.

"I want all the details." He says, grinning.

Scarlett smiles and laughs under her breath, of course he'd want all the gory details. "Alright, I guess I should start from the beginning?"

The dwarf nods. "It would be for the best."

"Well, the latest memory I have as a child was when I was four." Scar stops and glares at the disappointed look on Varric's face. "What? You were expecting me to start with: 'No shit, there I was.'?"

Varric shrugs. "All the best story tellers do."

Scar sighs.