Disney Age

[Lyaera Amavaintria]

Alright, this is probably a weird title, but upon watching a couple of Disney movies lately I began to think... "What if Dragon Age became like Disney for a day?" xD Not to mention we all got talking about this in the CBox a few weeks back

So here's a little fun thread where you could choose a song for your character that most suits them, or put them in a scenario like in the movies.. I was really bored, so go away!! XD

This song I think suits one of my characters, though I changed the lyrics a bit :3

Here's the link: Click.

God Help The Outcasts (Hunchback of Notre Dame) - Lyaera Amavaintria.

- - -

It was the dark of the night and Lyaera could no longer sleep, not even in her dreams could she find comfort and with each passing day the sadness in her heart grew.

Upon sneaking out of her Master's estate, she found herself in a place that was near untainted by the Magisters, it seemed that all that remained was a tiny flicker of Andraste's light in this dark and depressing place. She remained silent, noticing other slaves such as herself hiding in corners or holding onto their loved ones in desperation before day finally came and they would be separated once more.

She stood before the podium of the Chantry, her eyes filled with sorrow as she held her hands together and bowed her head sadly.

"I don't know if You can hear me, or if You're even there, I don't know if You would listen to an elf slave's prayer..." she didn't know what came over her as she sung those words, but she could feel the desperation, she had to feel something--anything! She dare not raise her head as it already felt as if the eyes of the statues were already telling her that she was just a mere slave and nothing more.

"They tell me I'm just a slave... I shouldn't speak to You, still I see Your name in stories, weren't You once an elf slave, too?" others began to peep out from the shadows, as Lyaera paced the hall. She had read of him in a book though slaves were not permitted to read nor feel as if they were worth anything and despite her struggles, she had managed to read of the man she now admired.

"Shartan, help these poor slaves," she prayed, quietly as she held in a cry, the young eighteen year old elf forced herself not to break "... enslaved from birth, show them the mercy they don't find in Tevinter. The lost and forgotten, they look to You still, Shartan, help the slaves or nobody will..."

It would be considered foolish to pray to someone who was not Divine in any way, though still she accepted him into her life, thus granting her the slightest glimmer of hope. She continued to walk along the halls, watching hopelessly as younger elves held onto their mothers and fathers, something Lyaera wished she had still. Magisters cared for no one, it plagued her mind on why someone would grant such power to anyone and the Templars here were no better, they did nothing to control them.

Standing there while leaning against a pillar with sorrowful eyes, she watched as others began to pray to whatever God they believed in.

"I ask for wealth!" prayed a small old elf, she could see he wanted to live the rest of his life in luxury, something it seemed he had never been blessed with.

"I ask for fame!" a young elf child smiled, holding onto his mother as Lyaera saw that all he wanted was to make her proud of him, the two embraced, thus causing a warmth in Lyaera's heart.

"I ask for glory to shine on my name!" cried a middle aged Elven man covered in scars.

"I ask for love, I can possess!" a graying Elven woman sobbed, clearly she had recently lost someone which then 'caused the red head's heart to sink.

"I ask for Shartan and Andraste to bless me!" they all sang together.

She couldn't bare the sight of her people's suffering as she tore away from the pillar, tears threatening to spill from her eyes yet she remained strong. Her voice resounded off the walls.

"I ask for nothing!" she cried and shook her head as tears thickened her voice "... I can get by, but I know so many less lucky than I." Whether that was true or not remained to be seen, but she cared not for herself, only some way did she wish that she could help these poor souls, if only she could do something that would end their suffering.

"Please help these poor slaves, the abused and down-trod, I thought we all were The Creator's children..." her voice held a slight tremble before she then composed herself, she looked up to the sunlight shining in through the stained glass windows above her, she knew it would soon be time for her and all these poor souls to return to their Master's before they found out they were gone. The rays fell on the young Elven woman, bathing her in light and thus giving her hair a somewhat fiery glow, and she closed her eyes...

"Shartan, help the slaves," she whispered, clutching the material to her dress that clung to her chest "... The Creator's children..."

And with that, a single tear fell down her cheek. A young Elven girl came over and took Lyaera's hand, her smile was so innocent and hopeful, the red head could not help but smile back gently before being led out the Chantry along with her race...

A flicker of Hope remained in her heart.

- - -

BAWWWWWWWWW!!!! T^T But anyway xD Feel free to post your own little song in here, I'm looking forward to seeing them... c'mooooon!! Have some fun every now and again!

[Lyaera Amavaintria]

Hellfire (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) - Magister Krios.

Link: Click.

- - -

Priests of The Imperial Chantry wandered about the vast halls, their incense wafting in front of them like a will-o'-the-wisp. Krios watched them from a balcony, a hellish fire burned brightly behind him from the fireplace, making him appear like the very devil himself. The priests were murmuring chants, causing Krios to turn away in disgust as he took his place upon an armchair gazing into the fire with his elbows upon his knees as he leaned forward.

"Blessed Maker," his low yet dark voice muttered while resting his chin upon his joined hands, he told the flames, as if saying the words out loud would make them true. "you know I am a righteous man. Of my virtue I am justly proud." Righteous was too kind a word, self-righteous more like. The fireplace's flames drew him in, his eyes near burning at the mere sight as his cold as stone heart held longing.

"And to you, Maker," chorused the priests from below him, Krios attempted to block their voices out.

"Blessed Maker," he repeated, resting his elbow on the mantle and his face buried into his hand. "You know I'm so much better than those common, vulgar, weak, licentious slaves." It was not gloating, he made sure to remind himself. It was true! All Magisters were better than the rest, no one rose higher in their ranks. A memory then came to him...

"I have sinned in your eyes…"

He had loved her in his own 'special' way, treated her well in his head and gave her all he could give or so he thought. "Then tell me, Maker, why I see her dancing there, why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul!" he gasped, clutching his chest as his mind began to hallucinate, he saw her there within the fire, alluring and dancing which only caused him to reach out to grab her, the fire merely wrapping around his hand without harming him. He inhaled deeply as if he could still smell the scent of her hair and closed his eyes, her image was much more clearer now.

Hair like flames dancing as her body moved with such grace, though the longing stopped as he realised that it was she who betrayed him, she had left him without return, a foolish mistake on her part. His eyes then flew open and there she was again within the fire, tormenting his feeble mind.

"In my deepest, tainted thoughts,"

"I feel her, I see her!" he imagined her form cased in fire emerge from the fireplace to embrace him, but as his arms were to wrap around her, she vanished cruelly "the sun caught in fiery hair is blazing in me out of all control!"

"In my words and my deeds…"

The fire caught his attention again, though this time he sprung from his chair thus causing it to fall back as he staggered, his eyes appearing much like a young boy's laying upon a demon. "Like fire! Hellfire! This fire in my skin!" he felt her red-orange hand burn into his cheek but he clutched the fiery hand desperately, his thoughts tainted and unclean as he imagined her within his control once more "this burning desire is turning me to sin!"

He was beyond help now, his obsession took over him and his mind was now completely lost, succumbing to madness. The still great and powerful Magister, but once respected, was now crumbling all because of this filthy Elven slave that had betrayed him. She came to his again, her flaming form now stepping out of the fire and approaching him which then caused him to back away in near fear.

"It's not my fault!" he growled, attempting to use his own magic to douse the flames out, though only caused destruction.

"It is my fault," chanted the priests, still lost in their sermon. But their voices--by the Maker, their voices were so loud, so cruel, spitting judgement at him like the very fire that neared him.

"I'm not to blame!"

"It is my fault."

"It is this slave woman!" he cried out in despair, the anger he had learned to nurture in his past bubbled in his gut. "The bitch who sent this flame!" It was then Shades sprouted from the ground, circling him, if they had eyes he would see them judging him, wondering why their summoner gave in to such a foolish desire.

"It is my most grievous fault."

"It's not my fault!"

"It is my fault."

It now felt as if the Shades were joining in on this torture, their shadows were thrown against the walls making it appear there were more than what there were. Krios could feel his head pounding in excruciating pain. "If in The Maker's plan, He made the demons so much stronger than a man!" he bellowed, pulling out a silk purple scarf from his pocket that she once wore when she danced for him and glanced at it briefly before throwing it into the fire, watching as it burnt while her figure still approached him.

"Protect me, Maker!" he pleaded, his rage twisting itself like a hot coals burning his heart. "Don't let this siren cast her spell. Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone!" It was then he stood defiantly, the flame figure seemed to stop and back away as he now neared her, thus causing her to back away due to the crazed look in his eye, a scene he was all too familiar with.

"Destroy my song bird! And let her taste the fires of Hell or else let her be mine and mine alone!" he sneered, his hands were then engulfed in flame as he gripped the figure's wrist, those burning eyes staring back into his in fear. It was then suddenly a beautiful woman clothed in purple and dark makeup entered the room, everything went back to how it was in that moment, there were no shades, no fiery temptress, and Krios regained his composure.

"Lord Krios!" she spoke, she stood there proud and with her usual alluring smirk on her lips. He turned to her and glared, the Magister was in no mood to be disturbed. "What is it!?" he sneered, staying where he was but still stood there imposingly yet impatiently, the woman just merely remained with her usual look upon that desirable face of hers, a face which Krios did not long for, and she knew it - jealousy scalded her heart.

"We've found her, we know where she is..."

Krios's eyes lit up upon these words and spoke rather impatiently. "Where!? Tell me!" he was about to rush to her and grab her had she not answered him in time.

"Orlais, my Lord."

He mused for a moment before then turning his cold gaze to the woman. "Very good, now get out!" he spat, and once again he was alone, the atmosphere from before returned. He had her now, she would not escaped him this time and now he would be able to make her his forever.

"Hellfire! Blight fire! Now slave, it's your turn!" he pulled the flamed figure closer so that he was now eye level, his eyes watering slightly due to the heat yet it did not seem to burn him or his fine robes. He then yanked her fiery arm, he wouldn't let this wench betray him! She would pay for what she's done!. "Choose me or your pyre, be mine or you will burn!"

The fire then went out and the room began to dim into darkness while the Shades swarmed around Krios, slowly returning from whence they came. "Maker have mercy on her, Maker have mercy on me! But she will be mine... or... she... will... burn!"

His cruel plan could finally be put into action, and no one could stop him!

[Lucina Custodia]

Ok..... Not really sure if I'm doing this right but.... Hey ho!

Lyrics... Altered a little but serves the same purpose.

Reflection (Mulan) - Lucina Custodia

Here's the link: Click.

---

Another mission, ended with little gain for all, especially herself.

These were the thoughts that plagued Lucina's mind as she returned to the Gallows, what was left anyway as she led one of the horses that was carrying the gear for them towards the stable area. This particular one seemed to understand her pain so simply walked with her before she saw the Knight-Commander.

He smiled at her, full of hope as Lucina sighed and pulled the horse's head a little to hide her own with a gentle hand, feeling ashamed as she took the horse into it's stall and untacked it to let it rest and drink some water. Looking down, Lucina's eyes caught her own reflection (or was it that of Meredith her old Mentor?) and something compelled her to sing as she pushed back one of her, or one of Meredith's, locks of hair. "Look at me. I will never pass for a perfect woman. Or a perfect Templar." She sighed as she walked away to the side and gave away her sword to the Armoury, "Can it be, I'm not meant to play this part?"

Walking away to the sides, Lucina sang on, "Now I see. That if I were truly to be myself, I would break my oath and my heart....."

Walking towards one of the statues outside the temporary Chantry, Lucina looked down again and saw a small body of water, "Who is that Templar I see? Staring straight, back at me? Why is my reflection someone I want to forget?" She swallowed a lump as tears began to form in her eyes which she blinked away as she walked towards the Chantry.

Inside the halls of what was once a simple place, now turned bad memory, Lucina saw images of herself as she walked. "Somehow I cannot hide what I've done, though I've tried!" She sang as she kneeled before a statue of Andraste, pressing her hands together before feeling that she still had her hood up with the familiar metal circlet that held it in place.

Looking up, Lucina saw her reflection in the statue, "When will my reflection show.... Who I am inside?" As she sang, Lucina took off her circlet and then, with her blue eyes snapped shut, Lucina ripped the hood from her head

Opening them sharply again, Lucina sighed before shaking her hair out of it's previous confines of the hood. "When will my reflection show, who I am inside?" Standing up again, Lucina left the Chantry and walked outside to a bench, her hood and circlet in her hand before she sat down and placed them at her side as she ran her fingers through her hair, somehow not really feeling all that better for the walk.

---

Good, bad, ugly?

Needs work done? Well, I gave it shot and it's.... Rather interesting.

[Lyaera Amavaintria]

Oh, wow! That's really good Lucina, the song fits perfectly given Lucina is quite the spitting image of Meredith, so it really shows that she sees her instead of herself when looking at her reflection, after all that Meredith's done I'm sure it makes her feel awful D:

I really like it! ^_^



Next up, I'll be doing for my recently accepted character, Amalia :3

[Sophie]

When Will My Life Begin (Tangled/Rapunzel) - Sophie

Link: HERE!

I changed the scene a little bit to match Sophie. Obviously she can't do some of the things Rapunzel can with her hair.

----

Sophie peered over the sill of the window to her sleeping quarters, gazing at the morning sun and city below. It was a beautiful summer morning, usual for the capital of Orlais. Summers were always beautiful in the Heartlands, and it never got passed a girl like Sophie. She breathed in the morning air that had scents of flowers lingering, and it made her want to do the one thing she loved to do best:

Sing.

"It's seven o'clock, I wake up and outside it's clear," she began to sing as a bird flew down and landed on the back of her hand. She lifted the small blue bird with her index finger, giving it a warm smile. When the bird gave a single chirp, her eyes sprung open and she zipped around and ran from the window, the bird flying closely behind her.

She ran out of the sleeping quarters and slid down the banister of the staircase before landing on the ground floor near the kitchens. She looked up a the bird near her head and ran to grab a broom, "Quick, I sweep, the palace must shine! I wax, I scrub, I tidy and I get rid of dust!" She quickly swept the floor clean as she sang, dust and dirt flying into the air near the bird. She cleaned the tables and dusted the counters.

Everywhere she went the bird followed behind her, listening to her voice, "I clean each cupboard until quarter past seven." She stopped for a breather and leaned against the stone wall beside her. Her new blue friend sat atop of her blonde head as her eyes peered across the kitchen to the small bookcase over on the other wall. "Then I read a book and even two or three," she sang as she ran over to the bookcase and grabbed the romance novel from the second shelf. Her eyes grew wide with cheer as she eyes landed upon the title, and she couldn't contain herself. She grabbed the second book, and then a third yellow on behind that.

She ran over to the chair near the small wooden table before she looked over the blank stone wall before her. Seeing the sudden emptiness brought out her imagination and the art side of Sophie. She wanted to change it, she needed to add life to it! This place was so bleak and grey, it needed color.

Sophie grabbed a paintbrush and pallet of paints, "I add some colors which I'm the only one to like!"" She sang some more as the blank wall turned into a mural of color. Who cared if she'd get in trouble for it! Sophie surely didn't. It was about time someone lightened up this place!

When she was done she ran to her sleeping quarters and grabbed her flute that rested beside her bed. She was always one for music, singing and playing. With a smile one her face and the bird fluttering around her blonde hair, she pressed the mouthpiece against her lips and blew, "Then it's flute, knitting, cakes and sometimes-" she knitted a new apron and baked a few cakes for the guests for the day.

"I wonder where my life is." Sophie stopped with the newly baked pie in her hands, as she looked up at the window on the far wall. It was a question she asked herself plenty of times. No matter what she did to pass her time and make her feel at home here in the palace, she still felt like her life was in stand-still. A rut every day. Was this what her life was going to be like for the rest of her existence?

"Afternoon it's cookies, ballet, and cleaning." Like every other day, she made the Emperor and the nobles snacks, practiced dancing like she loved, and cleaned some more. "Pottery, candles, and lunch!" Being a servant for the Emperor had it's stresses. You had to know how to cook many things, and make many things.

"Then I reread my books, I dream of adventure." Other than singing, playing the flute, and dancing, dreaming was one of Sophie's hobbies in her spare time. When you lived a life like hers, it was something you had to do. Oh how she gazed out the windows and wished she could be out there as well. She felt like a whole world awaited her, but she couldn't be a part of it. She only had her memories of the wilderness from her childhood. She imagined herself riding on top of a stallion through the prairie. Running with the wolves in the deep forests. Hiking the icy peeks of the mountains afar.

"I add colors, some are missing I'm sure." She returned to her mural on the colorful wall with the still wet paintbrushes from before. Her bird sat on her shoulders watching as she painted away. But it wasn't enough. She looked up with a confused look a the rest of the stone walls around her. All blank and bleak like the previous one.

She raised a hand to her long curly blonde hair until she realized that something was off. "I brush, I brush, and brush my hair," more tones came out of her mouth as she ran the brush through her curly long locks. Sometimes, no matter what she did, it was never neat. Her hair was always messy throughout the day with how busy she was. "In this prison where I've grown up." That was what this place felt like to her: a prison. She couldn't leave, and she had nearly no freedom. She was at the Emperor's beckoned call every hour of the day, and she was suddenly less important than everyone else.

"And I wonder and wonder and wonder and wonder," she sang as she danced around the kitchen with the bird flying beside her, "Where is the real life hiding?" And she stopped. Her smile washed away with melancholy and she stared up at everything around her.

She ran up the small staircase once more, to the open window at the top. Her hands rested on the wooden sill as she gazed back out to the open world beyond, "And tomorrow night the lights will go up." Her arms bent as her elbows joined the sill and she leaned forward. Sadness slowly crept upon her face and her eyes closed, "As it's the day of my birthday." Did anyone care? Did anyone know? Her family knew, but they'd probably forget. They wouldn't even as much as show, she figured. And that was okay.

Her eyes opened and she turned away from the window, facing the stained glass window on the other side that had a beautiful image of a night sky. "What does this summer night look like?" She walked towards it without taking a single eye off the colored glass.

"I'm older. I may be able to go." Will they let her leave?

Probably not, but a girl could only dream.

[Senior Enchanter Charlise]

Right then...... This came to me, in one of those moments where you're supposed to be writing an essay style thang for a question but this kinda thing just *CLICK* in our brain.

Now for this, you gotta try to imagine Charlise as a young teenage girl, not as the (apparently) beautiful and sexy woman she is right now.

Part of Your World (The Little Mermaid) - Charlise

Here's the link: Click.

---

Storming through the corridors of the Tower, Charlise didn't bother to answer her Mentor's shouts as her rage took over before she picked up the skirts of her slightly too big Apprentice Robes (though she was starting to grow into them now!) and just ran, not really looking to see where she was going but not looking back either as she just wanted to put as much distance between her and Wynne as possible. Finally stopping, Charlise took a moment to work out where she was before her eyes spotted a window so she perched there to regain her breath and wits about why she ran.

Wynne overreacting about some over–curious question that she had of the outside world.

She didn't know much of the outside world, or remember it from prior to coming to the Circle so she always asked about it, especially looking at views outside as she sighed softly. "Maybe she's right. Maybe there is something the matter with me." She mused to herself, casting doubt upon herself again as she sometimes did, feeling unworthy of Wynne's expressed desire to take the young Mage under her wing. "I just don't see how the outside world that isn’t surrounded by a Tower or Templars; could be bad for us Mages." She stated aloud, not really to anyone as she looked out over Lake Calenhad and towards some fields as she opened her mouth softly to sing.

"Look at this view, isn't it sweet? Wouldn't you think my curiosity’s complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl, the girl who sees everything?" She sighed as she looked out towards the small area she was in and looked at the bookcases. "Look at this trove. Treasures untold. How many wonders can one Tower hold? Looking around here you think...... Sure, she's got everything?!"

Charlise pranced around the room as she touched some of the objects around the room, "We've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty! We've got whozits and whatzits galore. You want thingamabobs? I’m sure we have twenty!" She soon realised a heavy sigh as she put down one book in it's place that it previously resided. "But who cares? No big deal........ I want more!" Her voice increased with her want and need as she looked towards the window and slowly walked towards it.

"I wanna be where the people are, I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'! Walking around on those – What are they? Fields? With my – shoeless feet!" She smiled mischeavously at such a thought as she pictured it in her mind before she span out into the room, "Strollin' this Tower, you don't get too far. We should be allowed to go jumping, dancing! Stroll along down a – what's that word again? Street......" She sighed as she spun on the spot, looking up as what little of the sunlight that came in, shone onto her face. "Out where they walk, out where they run, out where they stay all day in the sun! Wanderin' free – wish I could be, part of that world!" Her voice held onto the note as she stopped spinning and stood by the window, her gentle hands pressing aginst the stone as she looked out.

Her voice then simply let out her sheer want and passion to be outside as her silver eyes sparkled, "What would I give if I could live out of this Prison? What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand? Bet'cha my bookstand, they understand. That they don't reprimand their pupils." Her voice then grew quiet as she remembered the slight argument she and Wynne just had as her shoulders slumped before she looked back up again. "Regular people sick of stayin’, ready to stand!" Her voice grew in volume once more as she leaned out as much as she could. "And ready to know what the people know, ask 'em my questions and get some answers! How do they light a fire and without magic – to make it –
Burn? When's it my turn? Oh I would love, love to go out into that world, which seems up above?!" She sighed then as she rested her elbows on the window.

"Away from the Chantry, Wish I could be....... Part of that........ World." She sighed as she looked out before she heard a voice behind her. "Cheer up dear...... You'll get your chance to go out there in the world.... I promise." Came the voice of her Mentor as Charlise turned just as Wynne approached her and, surprisingly, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "But when Wynne? Why can't we go out there?" She sighed, even though she already knew the answer and it's reasons.

"When you've become a Mage of the Circle....... Now, dry those eyes and why don't we see about some spell practise, hmmm?" Wynne replied as Charlise touched her cheek and realised she had been crying before they were gently wiped away from Wynne. "Can we do some theory instead today?" Came her tentative question which was accepted by a gentle hug. "Of course Charlise..... So long as no more arguments between us.... Fair?" Charlise smiled against her Mentor's chest before her hug tightened, "I promise and swear, I'll make you proud of me."

A Few Years Later

Sighing as she looked out of the same window that she had as a teen, Charlise pushed back a few locks of her hair as she looked out. "Feeling sentimental are we today?" Wynne's voice appeared out of nowhere as Charlise turned and smiled at her old Mentor, "Just thinking about what you said all those years ago..... Now I understand why." She chuckled as the two hugged, just as they had done a few years earlier.

---

Yeah....... How I came up with that instead of an answer to: "Blake has an uncharitable view of charity." In light of this comment, explore the ways in which charity is presented in the two Holy Thursday poems.
I sure am never going to know!

P.S. I am not entirely sure if there are any windows that are low enough to let a person sit on them any way at the Circle but for this instance, I'm assuming there are....... Please don't shoot me if I'm wrong!