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[filthydipper]

PLAYER

Name: Mhairi
Age: 29
Contact: bansheesquad#0389 (discord)
Other Characters: n/a
Interests: Still mostly dwarf things with Yngvi and dwarf politics and how being the lower end of the low conflicts with other people along with dwarves generally being overlooked by everyone despite dealing with your lyrium etc etc.

CHARACTER

Name: Yngvi
Canon/OC: Original
Journal: filthydipper
Race: Dwarf
Nationality: Free Marcher/Kirkwall
Occupation: Mercenary/nebulously still Carta; you can take the dwarf out the Carta but you can't take the Carta outta the dwarf, that's how that old saying goes
Division: Scouting
Mage or Not: Not
Age: early-20s

History

• Born and raised by the Carta Yngvi was brought up communally in a very tough environment, closest to one other dwarf his age called Gunnar. They both call themselves brothers. Family in the Carta is complicated. It's violent. It's about learning to do what you will to survive.
• As he grew up he got involved more heavily in Carta work (lyrium smuggling, weapons smuggling, illegal gambling, overlaps with the Coterie work, protection rackets, all the usual Carta highlights) and showed that he did in fact have a pretty bright mind. And a tendency to get in trouble. So he learnt to be a confidence trickster/grifter. Got the artificer skills started.
• Finally proving himself enough to get to graduate from Darktown to Lowtown and beyond, Yngvi met Asher Hardie and eventually got offered the chance in his early teens to become part of The Boneflayers with Gunnar. They didn't leave the Carta. It was good for business to have two boys off with a mercenary company.
• Besides the whole Arishok business kicked off.
• So Yngvi saw the world for several years. Wheeling and dealing. Fighting. The Inquisition happened. Asher joined. Asher died. They took his body to the hold.
• Yngvi joined the Inquisition and did a lot and began to question his place in things re: dwarves especially. It blew up in his face predictably because mages are selfish.
• Notable highlight of that time he went to Orzammar for the Carta with the Inquisition and there was red lyrium and it was terrible because yes it's a mercy kill but it was senseless and it finally pushed him to really start talking about his part in being complicit in the evils of the Carta and yes, Orzammar too.
• Yngvi is returning to the Inquisition after leaving prior to everyone leaving for Ghislain. Yngvi left with the Boneflayer to go on jobs in Ferelden to be out of the Carta's reach for the moment; his father had been making a play to see where Yngvi would be pulled between Inquisition or Carta. Yngvi is still thinking about leaving the Carta but with the bulk of the Inquisition gone from Kirkwall he had concerns regarding how safe he'd be if they came kocking. Equally, in his opinion, the Inquisition as a whole hadn't done enough to warrant Yngvi going off to spill his blood for Orlais.
• Not for that pay.
• Yngvi comes back though because he doesn't really want the Carta to feel he's been sent running (which he won't be discussing), because someone does have to honour the Boneflayers deal, because he has friends to look out for and because there are dwarf interests to keep a decent eye on.

Personality

Yngvi likes to lie. Yngvi likes to tell many lies some of which live in the truth, some of which have skirted close to it and others that have never even heard of this thing you call the truth because he feels comfortable that way. In telling a story. In having that bit of control over how he tells his life to you because it's a good way to see how people react because when you're a short dwarf who's lived a shit life, being able to tell a lie can save you. He excels at trying to live in a refuge of audacity especially when upset or uncomfortable because he'd rather not.

After all, people will shrug off or laugh at 'I ate my brothers and sisters' if you've told lots of lies and tall tales instead of maybe realising what that means if there were a bunch of you in Darktown in comptetion with each other, all trying to survive and taking the food out of the mouths of each other.

There are few Yngvi trusts with the unedited version of himself but when he does that trust is absolute until it isn't. He is stupendously loyal to a fault to the chosen few who get there, who get to see the messy parts of himself he doesn't understand or know what to do with. Because he wasn't allowed to have anything that was 'his' growing up and that included his own personal feelings so he's had some catching up to do. But that trust can be taken away with careless words and actions and might never be earned back but he'd open a vein if he loves you.

He's comfortable with looking at violence in the moment, same with pragmatism, but afterwards it tends to stick to him now he's had time to be away from his upbringing - one where you were only to have absolute loyalty to the Carta and nothing else - and he's someone living with a tremendous amount of guilt about something he never had control over. After all, Yngvi didn't choose to be born to the Carta. He was too small to know he wanted to do more than please people at first and tha he didn't want to go hungry or cold and that he had to please people to do that. He didn't know the suffering involved in his food, his blankets, his medicine. But as an adult he does and he still wonders how you make it right, or if you can make it right at all.

Not that he'd tell most people that, better to just remind people that siblings are frogspawn and geese have teeth you know.

Opinions & Affiliations

Orzammar is a terrible place full of terrible people (minus the Casteless) that he has complicated opinions on due to a level of being complicit in the Casteless situation due to the Carta but the whole thing needs to be overthrown, the entire Caste system gutted, and he'd shed no tears for it.

The Dalish remind him of Orzammar. True elves trying to tell city elves how to be going on and on about their ways which is a hill he'd die on seeing as he's half-raised in the healthier part of his life by an elfblood and a city elf. The Dalish can also rot for all he cares.

Mages need to get over themselves. Be part of the world. The world where you are not the only ones who had a rough go. Where other people would kill for all that you had because guess what: people were watched and are watched, get beaten for not being right with less people to watch their backs then you, with no roof over their heads and no meals. And there are good reasons to be scared of mages.

Templars...well he's also conflicted. Some are okay. Some are awful. He's sold them a lot of lyrium and feels bad about that when he sees how they've gone because that's all the doing of the Chantry which is the biggest con of all that people keep buying into, the Carta wishes it could be half as successful at a con as the Chantry's been.

Adaptation Notes

N/A

Strengths & Weaknesses

+ actually stupendously loyal? Like if you do become his friend you have a bro for life he will be there for you.
+ also he's really good with his axes in a fight, really good. Two daggers, pfft, try two axes scrubs.
+ knows all there is to know about the underworld, like, if it's shady underworld stuff, he's going to know it.
+ it's very easy to befriend him, it is astonishingly easy to befriend him. If you're doing it wrong, you're overthinking it.
+ actual charming bastard, no, not even lying. Yngvi was a damn good confidence trickster, grifter and even a honey trap sometimes. Orlais can say what it likes, pretty sure the Carta would've written the book on real tradecraft instead of fopping about in a mask and perfume.
+ really good at making traps.
+ very good understanding of many languages (spoken) of Thedas from all his travels

- actually stupendously loyal? You will not get rid of him, he is a barnacle, I don't know how you would scrape this tiny dwarf off.
- able to eat about a week of food in one sitting because he had zero idea where his next meal was coming from as a kid so yeah he will just eat and eat and eat.
- literally unable to shut up. He is the DVD director's commentary that you cannot mute. You might need to break his jaw.
- short. Even for a dwarf he's pretty short. He had no food and no sunlight in frigging Darktown okay.
- really good at making traps means he does not use this power for good.
- lacks in tact so whatever is there in his tiny peanut brain will just come out with zero filter because wow why are you getting offended what's wrong with you wow you people, you're worse than Orlesians.
- if you hurt him, you have hurt him. He will find it very hard to overcome that. You can probably be friends but that's going to live there forever and be remembered.
- pretty book dumb. He has many street smarts, and he can read and write but unless he is/was told 'Yngvi go learn about this thing' then he is going to have no idea what that is in any great detail but he'll pretend he does. Probably to upset you.
- lies about the book smarts he does indeed have because he wasn't really encouraged to share and outside very few trusted individuals, he's not forthcoming

Has the Artificer spec and his carta spec if he can return with both.

Inventory

• set of rogue armour
• some clothes and boots
• two axes, brass knuckles, a dagger (and whetstone)
• traps, necessary trap components
• twenty nugs, one goose, one oversized horse, one kitten
• comically oversized warhammer ready to kiss people
• keg chariot of odds and ends (pelt blankets, blankets, small gifts)

Motivation

Someone still has to represent the Boneflayers, technically. More than that, there are people (individuals) that he cares about and he doesn't entirely trust the Inquisition as an overall entity to be looking out for them and their safety so he should probably be there. Ditto there aren't really that many dwarves and he recalls himself as the mouthiest of the dwarves so there should be a dwarf. Mouthing off. Looking out for dwarf stuff with 900 mages and a bunch of Dalish elves kicking about you know.

SAMPLES

sample #1
Reckon I maybe owe a few folk an explanation.  A few.  Enough I could count on one hand with space left since it's m'lady, the provost, Coupe, and y'know there's probably some of you back from the fields of shit who can't do that now.  But like, here's the thing: reckon I don't really owe you the big grand speech with all the weeping and throwing myself upon the tender mercies and picking at the why did you go buggering off Yngvi you coward because obviously the person who doesn't want to go to the war is a coward.

But you're all off bleeding for Orlais like Orlais has done shit for you lately.  And you've never been to one of my family dinners so you can't compare shit.

So I'm back, if you want to know, maybe I'll say, maybe I won't, there's three people that deserve knowing and them three got the grace and manners not to be worse than a pack of fishwives starved for gossip, some of you know who you are, d'you there's place where tongue is a delicacy but the amount of wagging some do here they'd be stringier than old cows.

And don't give me 'but they're our allies'.  It's Orlais.  Like that one polishing the throne with her bony arse wouldn't fuck anyone over first chance she gets and some know who's first bent over the barrel.

[Hi he's back who missed him, m'lady he's still got your silverware.]

sample #2
Kirkwall never changed much.  If she hadn't changed when he'd come back after more than ten years away save the odd building wedged in where it hadn't been before, the ugly statue of a jumped-up doglord, the whole Meredith thing then everything the Inquisition had been doing with the Gallows then a few months wouldn't be enough to drastically alter the landscape.  Or shouldn't be.  Then again, the Inquisition being the Inquisition and him two years and coin to spare with them he'd seen enough that he wouldn't put it past them to have gone off to Orlais and to have left the whole place on fire, someone tripping over old gaatlok the qunari had forgotten about.

It'd be about par for the course really.  

At least this time he was riding in and not stumbling off a ship on jelly legs, the keg trundling noisily behind him, the nugs trotting along beneath the horse, the goose stuffed into the keg and hissing, and a kitten stuffed tight inside his coat because winter for a hairless kitten in the Marches wasn't going to be pleasant inside a hollowed out keg chariot.  

There were dwarves watching him, which was to be expected, it was Kirkwall after all and everyone had at least half an eye if they couldn't spare a whole one on your business and riding in on a tourney horse wasn't ever going to have an ounce of subtlety about it in the first place so he nodded, managed a 'lads' and didn't get a grunt.  Not merchants.  Not merchants by a mile in oilcloth down this end of Lowtown, faces he'd seen before and one was already off--

Well there wasn't anything he could do about that unless he turned into some sort of chevalier and tried running them done, and that'd get the guard (maybe, he'd never seen any real evidence if Kirkwall's guard had improved since his day but they'd probably turn out for a dwarf as they always had and he couldn't count on the Carta to come bail him out, hadn't been able to count on it then either) and it'd probably be a worse bollocking when the Inquisition got word.  Maybe the cells in the Gallows.  Maybe it'd be the cells anyway.  

"Like to see 'em try," he muttered, scratching a yawning kitten under the chin as he steered the entourage through and for the Gallows.  "Knew how to pick any lock 'fore I counted my age on two hands.  S'not like I made promises to do everything they said, already did shit like clear out the red lyrium and corpses, s'enough for a lifetime and a bit that."

(There were still eyes all the way up.  All the way there.  Kirkwall hadn't changed one bit.  Not in ten years.  Not in a few months.)