AN: so i finaly finishd da2 and it wus awsummmmm. i luved everyone especialy fenfen who is sooo hot much hotter than all the first ones. i apoplogize to those who want hawk/fenris right away - this is a slow bild becus i am improoving my riting since the later few years. fangs to my gurl gxk for being my beta (which i know what it is now)

My name is Mercie Hawke. I live in a small, decrepit hovel owned by my uncle Gamlen Hawke, with my mother Leandra Hawke and my sister Bethany Hawke in the city of Kirkwall in the Free Marches. A few short years ago, my life was perfect. My mother, father, brother, sister and I all lived in a cozy little farmhouse in a Ferelden village called Lothering. Then, everything changed when the Darkspawn attacked! As you know, Darkspawn originated when the curse on Thedas only known as Magi corrupted the Maker's sacred ground. They are twisted mirrors of their once human replicas - which is funny, because it's hard to get more twisted than a mage.

My father was a mage, as is my sister, and it has been a stain on our family - and one of the main reasons why we are living in this disgusting hovel! The other reason is that Gamlen is a useless drunk with a gambling problem and also we had to flee Ferelden, so we are broke.

Oh also my brother died back in Ferelden but it's ok because he was whiny and jealous and would probably turn out just like his uncle, and my sister is useless and doesn't work on account of the fact that she is a mage and therefore is too cowardly to walk the streets. As you also know, Kirkwall, which is where we live, is home to a very sizeable amount of templars, which is partially why I wanted to come here in the first place - to know that the streets can be safe of evil magics that spit in the face of the Andraste. Also, I was hoping that they would finally catch my hideous apostate sister and enslave her in the circle, as she deserves, but so far they've been pretty bad at their jobs.

Andraste was a great powerful woman, one whom I like to model myself after. She was a powerful warrior in her day, and took down the hateful and disgusting Tevinter Imperium, which was run by darkspawn-worshipping mage whores. She was also a warrior and very powerful, which is why I, too, am a warrior and very powerful. Some day, I hope to lead a siege against the tevinters and recapture their land in her name but also mine mostly mine! My name.

Anyway, it was a pretty nice day in Kirkwall because it wasn't too hot and not too cold either. Also it was pretty nice because after being enslaved as lowly mercenaries for a year to pay for our entrance into the city, Bethany and I were finally free and now we could make our own name. Well, mostly I would make a name for myself and Bethany would just freeload off of me because for some reason she can't leave the house when I'm not around. Unfortunately I had literally no money so I couldn't even go to the Hanged Man and drink unless I met up with some of my old mercenary buddies but I didn't really feel like it because I wanted to enjoy being free and also sometimes they would hit on Bethany which I totally didn't understand because she's not nearly as pretty as me.

I decided to go to Hightown because it was sunnier there and even though I was broke the sun is free. Bethany followed me as usual, and I sighed but just pretended she didn't exist which was pretty much what I did every day anyway. It usually worked out okay until she decided to talk to someone, but I trained that instinct out of her pretty well. So even though she was quiet she kept on smiling all the time, which turned out to be pretty annoying too.

"Why are you smiling so much? You keep flashing your teeth like their going out of style. Don't you know they look like chicklets!?" I demanded as we walked up the stairs to Hightown.

"Oh, it's just very nice outside today," she said vacantly. "It's almost summer."

"Don't be so shallow," I said. "Do you only think about the weather and like pretty Orlesian clothes?"

"No, I also think it's nice that we don't have to work for the Red Iron anymore."

"You just think that because you suck at being a mercenary," I said. She didn't reply because she totally knew it was true. I was a really awesome mercenary because I was a warrior and really good at killing people and also the sight of blood did nothing but strengthen my desire to win. But Bethany was like a delicate flower who couldn't stand the sight of blood and also was a healing and burning things mage so she really sucked at killing people. That's probably why all of my mercenary friends invited me to the hanged man and not Bethany, but she always came along anyway. Get your own friends, Bethany!

So we walked into Hightown and Bethany immediately started looking at everyone's pretty clothes which I thought was so useless because why wear satiny dresses when you could wear bulky and powerful armor with giant pauldrons that make your enemies run away at the mere sight of you because they are so scared.

We ran into this random dwarf because he said he could pay us money. Of course, a dwarf and money go together almost as well as dwarves and sewage. I wanted to smack him on the spot for even approaching me and sullying my naturally sunshiney and friendly aura. Did he think we were lowly whores just because we were beautiful? Dwarves are also so insensitive and disgusting and short! I read somewhere that they ate and pooped dirt! Unfortunately, I super needed money, and so did Bethany if she was going to buy and of those dresses which i totally wouldn't let her anyway because let's face it, I'd be the one making all of the money in this relationship. I was forced to make nice with the dwarf because Bethany is not allowed to talk to people. I tried my best not to punch his stupid face every time he said words.

"So I heard you were like paying money for people to kill darkspawn," I said. "I am like super good at killing darkspawn because I am from Fereldan and killed like a million of them just to get here. Also I am a warrior - AND NOT A WHORE SO DON'T EVEN THINK IT BUCKO - and clearly you will need one because you are just a dwarf and are therefore weak and cannot defend yourself. But I can defend you for money. Also my sister Bethany has to come along."

The dwarf thought about that for a second and then said "Ew, you're from Fereldan? Gross, we don't accept your kind here."

I was shocked and appalled. "Well I don't accept your kind anywhere, filthy nug humper," I told him because he is gross and a dwarf. So I totally flipped my hair and walked away from him and he probably eyed my babealicious bod as I sashayed away but he wasn't going to get any of it because he is a dwarf and ugly and I am not an easy lay, ok. I will save myself for the man who truly loves me and preferably is hot but maybe I'll make an exception because I am open-minded but not a dwarf or one of those gross grey horned guys but we'll get to them later.

I was about to go back to Lowtown when another dwarf stopped me. I wanted to punch him in the face because I was so tired of being bothered by dwarves, but he ignored my glare of pure disdain and talked to me anyway.

"I heard you were talking to my brother Bartrand about the Deep Roads expedition," he said.

"Is that the one where I kill darkspawn for money?" I asked. "Because I am super good at killing darkspawn and also I need money."

"Well my friend, you are talking to the right dwarf," he said. "The name's Varric, and I'm going to get you on that expedition."

"I don't usually like talking to dwarves," I warned him very concernedly and caringly for I wasn't a racist I just wanted him to be aware that I was uncomfortable and for him not to be concerned, "but I totally love money. So I guess I have something in common with you Dwarves amirite. Also is it okay if my sister Bethany comes with us? She's totally terrible at killing darkspawn but she'll complain forever if she gets left at home. Also she needs money too." I leaned in a little closer so she wouldn't hear this last part - she was busy staring at some guy's clothes anyway. "Also she makes pretty good bait."

"Hold up there birdie, it isn't quite that open an invitation," said the dwarf. "The only way you're going to get on that expedition is if you partner with Bartrand. It means investing fifty gold crowns but I promise the returns will be excellent."

"Fifty crowns?" I gasped, shocked. That's like a lot of money in the Free Marches where they use weird instead of dollars like everyone else. "But I have zero crowns. I came here to look for money, and now you're telling me to give you money?"

"Sweetie, that's how life works. It's called business," said Varric with a smile. "Don't worry, I'll get you some jobs to start you up. You said you were good at killing darkspawn, right? And other things too, if my sources from the Red Iron are to be trusted. You'll do fine."

"So you have jobs for me that will get me money, then? Good, because or else I would have to stop talking to you immediately."

"Of course! I will make it worth your while. There's just one thing - don't tell Bartrand. And definitely don't let him know that I'll be partnering my way into his expedition as well."

"Wait, you're going on the expedition? But I thought I was!"

"We both are. Together. And sunshine over there too." He looked at Bethany and she finally noticed, skipping over to us.

"Is this a new friend?" she asked.

"Bethany, you know we don't make friends with dwarves, that's below us," I chastised. I turned to Varric. "I mean it's good that you're gonna get us money and stuff, but we still can't be friends."

Varric puffed in something that sounded like frustration. "It's a good thing you're so strong," he said cryptically and then walked away. "Meet me at the hanged man later if you need a job."

Just like that, he disappeared into the crowd. Which was probably really easy for him because he's so short, but also hard because he's so stinky. I turned to Bethany. "Girl, I was going to go for a drink anyway!" I said. "Usually I spend money at the hanged man but this time I'll be getting money!"

Bethany seemed pretty excited but she knew she shouldn't talk unless she had to, so instead she just followed me as we made our way out of Hightown.