Marian Hawke wasn't a traditional beauty like her sister had been, but she could pass for exotic and saucy when she wanted to be. She was of average height, brown eyes and her blond hair was knotted back in a tight braid to keep it from her face when she was reading, or brewing potions or picking fights with random carta members.
Oh and she had freckles, lots and lots of freckles, all over her body. They were kind of hard to miss and as a kid she got teased about them. But a few well aimed punches (from Carter) usually settled that particular problem. Nowadays, they didn't bother her at all and she would pester Fenris about how they matched (much to his annoyance).
"You really think this is a good idea, Hawke?" Fenris spoke quietly next to her, carefully watching the looming Gallows just up ahead.
"Sure, what's another mage in a courtyard filled to the brim with them anyway?" She flashed him a winning smile.
"Broody does have a point, Hawke" Varric spoke up "If they decide to ignore the fact that- if you really wanted to- you could probably buy the Gallows, and haul your ass in. We won't be able to bail you out"
"Really you two, I'm just going to buy some herbs for Anders" She exclaimed as they came up to, and passed into, the massive courtyard.
Why make such a fuss out of this, she did it every week and not once had she been on the receiving end of a templar's smiting. And it was all because of a little money and a petty estate up in High Town, they couldn't touch her. So might as well make the best of it before Meredith herself went bat shit crazy and decided to smite her!
And it wasn't like she was dancing naked atop the slave statues while summoning demons with one hand and taunting templars with the other. As tempting as that was, but maybe next week.
"Come on Fenris, Varric, drinks at the Hanged man when we're do-uhmf" she turned back to where she was heading just in time to get a face full of soft robes. "Oh sorry I wa-" Before her was the most beautiful man she'd ever laid eyes on. He was all flawless pale skin, perfect grey hair slicked back and soulful jade eyes.
She was at a loss for words, the busy courtyard seemed to stop around her as she watched the elven man speak to her but she barely heard him. Why was he apologizing to her? Oh, right! Say something, Hawke! Be witty, charm him with your amazing intellect!
"Y-you have pretty eyes"
Damn it!
"Pardon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I have to g-go!"
The last thing she saw of him was mirth dancing in his eyes as she turned and practically ran out of the gallows and all the way down to the boats. Her freckled cheeks were burning and she briefly pondered dunking her head in the cool water but she'd most likely end up drowning herself.
"You have pretty eyes?" Varric laughed behind her as he came down the hill "That's the best you could come up with, Hawke?"
"Shut up, dwarf" Hawke all but growled in humiliation.
"Really Hawke, I've seen you charm the pants of darkspawn" He continued "But one first enchanter and you're tongue-tied?"
"That was the FIRST ENCHANTER?" She shrieked before covering her face in horror as Varric howled with laughter. "Damn it Varric, you're not helping!"