Hello! Thank you for even opening this story! I don't own any of this (I mean, I wrote it, just not the Bioware bits) except Alicia, but go ahead and copy her, she's really just a F!Hawke but...different...yeah. Just a few warnings: The early chapters probably won't have any sex in them, unless I put flashbacks in, but the later ones might have a few scenes... I'll mention what gender's they are between, in case anyone's a bit uncomfortable with it. It's totally cool if you are! They shouldn't be too detailed anyway. The rating is mainly for the swearing which will, of course, get worse later on. Hopefully, though, you'll enjoy what I've written!

Alicia Amell threw a flaming hot fireball over her shoulder and ran. Alicia Amell was not a Warden, she was a soldier. She had fought at Ostagar with her cousin, Carver, and was now running through Lothering with him and the rest of her remaining family. Alicia sure was a fire cracker. Her attitude and weapon of choice often matched; she was often seen with a constantly sharp dagger in her hand, and metaphorical ones flying from her tongue. Alicia looked almost identical to her cousin, Bethany; the same blue eyes with the depth of an ocean, the same black hair, except straight and cut to her chin. They even wore the same clothes before Alicia was carted off to the Circle when she was seven. "A stealth mage, huh?" Carver shouted, nearly getting grabbed by a Hurlock.
"Yup, got a problem, junior?" Alicia yelled, sending out a ring of fire to a group of Hurlock Bolters, which were rounding up on Leandra Hawke, her aunt. Alicia, admittedly, was quite different from a normal mage. She took after her two favourite cousins, Nathan and Carver Hawke. Carver was a warrior, choosing to wield a massive, two-handed sword. Nathan, however, was a rogue. Quite a boisterous rouge, but a dagger wielding, lock picking rouge nonetheless. Nathan looked almost identical to Alicia; his eyes were the same shape, and his lips always looked as if a bad smell was about. His hair was a dirty blonde, and that was almost the only difference between Nathan and his favourite cousin.
"Not at all, Shackles!" Carver beheaded a lonely Genlock, and grimaced at the feel of it's blood sticking to his face. 'Shackles' was a nickname that Carver had thought of when Alicia had gone to the Circle. To start with, she hated it, but over time she realised that the Hawke family loved her more than her own ever would, and that Carver especially resented the Circle for what it did. In fact, during fighting, there was often a lot of banter going between the cousins, and Bethany was usually the butt of it.
Suddenly, Alicia felt a warm presence pressing up against her back. She drew her daggers almost instantly, before a loud, imposing voice came from over her shoulder. "It's just me, Shackles," Nathan kicked a Hurlock in the stomach, and slit it's throat in one swift move.
"About time, too." Alicia grunted, cracking her knuckles. She was soon aware that she and Nathan were surrounded by a ring of Darkspawn, and that they were back to back, ready for a full on fight. "Well, Nate, you ready?"
"Call me Nate one more time today and I will break your fucking fingers." Nathan spat angrily, and pounced off Alicia's back, hacking and slashing every Darkspawn that came in reach of him.
"I don't think that's a good idea, when I saved your arse back there." Alicia, too, bounded off her cousin, and began alternating between magic and melee combat. Nathan kicked an Acid Flask over to an Emissary, who was trying to trap Bethany in a hex. Carver, sensing the break in combat, launched himself onto the Emissary, seeing red.
"That's- my- sister-" He yelled, stabbing the Genlock in the eye, not caring about the amount of blood that was pouring onto his uniform. Bethany whacked Carver over the head with her white-wooden staff, and threw him back to a reality of which he didn't want to come back to.
"Carver, stop!" Bethany yelled, throwing a healing spell at Leandra, who was being rounded by Genlock Grunt's. Caver knew that he had to keep his head down and keep fighting otherwise they'd never make it to Gwaren; he was easily their strongest fighter. Suddenly, and without warning, Carver was surrounded. Before, he was outside the ever shrinking ring of Darkspawn that encased Alicia and Nathan, but now he was being circled himself. Alicia looked at Nathan, who nodded strongly, and they both jumped into action. Carver was panicking, and throwing his sword about, left, right and centre, just trying to find an escape route. Nathan made himself almost invisible, and suck between two Darkspawn that were scrapping with each other. Alicia shouted for Bethany.
"Beth!" Alicia called, raising her right hand, still grasping a dagger.
"Fire and Ice?" Bethany yelled back, keeping herself safe with a ball of pure mana that surrounded her.
"Fire and Ice!" Alicia sent out two great fireballs at the Darkspawn that were hounding Carver. Nathan managed to grab his brother just in time, before huge shards of ice flew at them. By burning and freezing the Darkspawn, the Hawke's were victorious. Carver lent on his sword's hilt and panted, Nathan's firm hand grasping his shoulder, keeping him steady. Leandra seemed completely fine, and was rushing over to her children's sides. Bethany stood next to Alicia, and was silently tending to a small scratch on her face.
"Are you alright?" Alicia asked, breaking the awkward quiet. Leandra was kissing Carver's forehead in a calming fashion, and thanking Nathan in between kisses.
"I'm scared," Bethany said frankly, turning her attention to a cut on her own arm. "You and Carver, you've seen these things before. But Nathan and me? No, never." She turned to look at her cousin. In truth, Alicia and the Hawke children were second cousins, but acted more like brothers and sisters since Alicia was granted leave a few years ago. Rare as it was, Alicia relished the chance to see her family again, but was upset to find that her mother and father, Revka and Damion Amell, had fled for Antiva shortly after they sent her and her sisters and brothers to the Circle. On several occasions, Alicia had received letters of her sibling's deaths, which drew her more and more towards Leandra Amell, and her deceased husband, Malcolm Hawke.
"You've never even killed before today, Beth." Alicia stated, vivid images of Ostagar ran through her mind. "You cried when we had to eat the rabbit that time, remember?" Alicia smiled fondly, smelling Lothering in her memories.
"Yeah... It was a cute bunny," Bethany smiled, nodded once, and walked over to her two brothers, and offered healing. Nathan's sandy coloured hair now had flecks of blood in it, some fresh and red, some a deep red, and almost black colour. His armour was typical of a rogue in Fereldan; studded leather with knee high boots, laced up perfectly. His two daggers were saddled onto his back, unlike Alicia's, who were on her left side on her belt. Carver had a split lip, which Bethany was healing, whilst talking to her mother. Carver had eyes just like his sister; a piercing blue which could almost cut glass if they wanted. His strong jaw was stiff from fatigue, and his palms were sweaty. When he left Lothering after coming from Ostagar, he only had time to grab one rucksack. He had pulled on a dark brown pair of trousers, and a cream tunic. On the tunic were straps, from which he hung his sword. He had large arm braces on both wrists, which came in handy when he was throwing punches back in Lothering. Now, however... Well, Alicia doubted whether this garb would do much good against Darkspawn. Alicia and Carver both served under Calian, and were not strangers to going a few rounds with the Darkspawn. Now, however... It was different, at least for Carver. His country? Eh. He didn't care if the entire flaming kingdom went under. But his family? If anyone touches his family... Alicia just wanted to fight. Adrenaline, she always said. And her family was important too. She had lost Jowan... Cullen... She wasn't about to lose them either. Bethany pulled away from Carver after healing his lip, and turned her attention to a nasty gash in Nathan's leg. Bethany was beautiful. No doubt about it. Leandra had often said that she'd marry a prince one day, if she ever met one. Bethany, like every single bloody Hawke alive, was protective of her own. Her twin, Carver, was obvious, but she had taken a shine to Alicia, no matter how different they were. Alicia was hard hitting, sarcastic and ruthless. Bethany was diplomatic, sweet and level-headed. Bethany tried to hide her magic as much as possible, whereas Alicia didn't care. She just knew that she was headed to the Circle, and she figured that prolonging the wait was just boring. Bethany swept her hair to one side; it was amazing. Secretly, as she got older, Alicia envied Bethany for her looks. Black hair that curled at the ends; big blue eyes that could make anyone melt... In truth, Bethany was a virgin, and didn't really care about boys; she just wanted to be left in peace. Alicia... Not so much.
"Ready?" Nathan was stood in front of Alicia, and tapping her just above her collar bones. She nodded, and darted off around the corner, along with her family. Carver stayed with his mother, but Bethany, Alicia and Nathan ran ahead, scouting.
"Why didn't you serve?" Alicia asked. She had been wondering this since she caught up with her family at Lothering.
"I uh... I pick pocketed the recruitment officer's coin purse when he came around a few years back. Carver clipped me around the ear, and signed up instead." Nathan shook his head as he jogged, "it should have been me."
"Look, Carver and Alicia are both perfectly fine. You're too reckless." Bethany was holding her staff out a little as she ran, readying herself.
Nathan grunted at his sister, which he often found annoyingly optimistic, and turned his head slightly to Alicia. "Why did you sign up?"
"Uh... Well, I was glad to be offered leave, considering I've been in that bloody circle almost all my life, but it wasn't enough. Sure, seeing you all was great, but boring. Cullen had to come with me," she was interrupted.
"He was nice, though." Bethany pointed out. True enough, Cullen was a very nice Templar, considering that it wasn't uncommon to be beaten in other Circles. "He didn't turn me in, did he? And he went for a drink in the refuge when you visited." Alicia felt a homesick pang. Cullen was the nicest Templar she'd ever had to put up with, and in fact, the nicest man to ever even talk to her. Truth be told, Alicia was scared that Cullen would go off to fight, and get killed, and of course, she'd never be told about it, because she was a mage, and he was her guardian.
"Anyway," Alicia said, glaring at her magical cousin, "I wasn't allowed weapons or a staff when I went, and I had to be shackled the entire journey. I understand why, but I couldn't even piss without that great idiot watching." Alicia added, a little too fondly. "Anyhow, a Grey Warden came through, looking for recruits, just about the same time as Jowan went all Blood Mage-y, and his girlfriend," she shuddered loudly, "and that Surana kid were going to be locked up, when Duncan stepped in and was all like 'no, they can come with me'. I asked to tag along." Alicia looked up at Nathan, "I missed you lot, and it was a sure fire way out. I talked to Irving, who agreed, and said that I'd be pretty good on a battlefield. I travelled with Wynne," she grinned happily, "she was my mentor for a few years, and was a really good spirit healer." She looked at Bethany, "you'd love her."
"Alicia?" Carver and Leandra were walking behind them, "Mazah Surana died in the Joining, I forgot to say..." Carver looked sad, "I think a Dalish Elf and a couple of Dwarves made it through."
"Aeducan," Alicia snorted, remembering a dwarf, quite like herself. Yza Aeducan was an exile. She had flaming red hair, and deep brown eyes, and a fiery temper. "She was pretty cool, actually. We had a few on the first night." They had stopped in a large, arena like area, and the Thedas stood still; not a sound, not a gust of wind or drop of rain fell onto them.