• Who I pair them with - I don’t have any actual pairings for Valena, but I’ve always assumed that she would have met someone at court after Elissa steals her away from Isolde and Redcliffe. I could possibly accept an AU version of her with Teagan, but I have too many ships for him already.
• Who I hate them with - I probably wouldn’t like the idea of her with any version of any Warden. Because honestly, at least the Valena-in-my-head would be smarter than to get tangled up in all that.
• Why I like/hate them - I understand that there wasn’t time or room for her in the game, but I hate that she’s just a one-off quest that doesn’t even matter, and that the only time we see her she’s this basically weak, shrieky, panicky girl. This girl is “nothing more” than a blacksmith’s daughter, yet somehow she managed her way up to being the arlessa’s own maid. I don’t think she would have gotten that high in the household without being a smart girl, at the very least. She would have to know when to speak up and when to be quiet, how to manage the other servants (both directly, passing on commands from above, and indirectly with in-house politics), and she’d likely have access to pretty much any information that Isolde, at least, had access to and to keep her position she’d have to know how to keep those secrets. All of this is speculation and head canon, but to me these are facts of the character and I love her for them.
• Favourite physical feature - I think her hair would have a nice wave to it, when it’s not sticking out in all directions because she’s panicking and hiding in storage closets from undead monsters.
• Least favourite quality in the character - The weakness she was written with in the game. She’s not the hero. She’s a girl. She’s allowed to be afraid but the game makes her a one-note in that respect, someone to rescue then never see again.
• 3 Headcanons - So my why I do/don’t like her paragraph probably counts for this, but for fairness’ sake, here are some others. (1) Mentioned before, but Elissa recognizes the traits mentioned above and steals her away from Isolde after the Blight to be her personal maid in Denerim. (2) She worked her way up through the house from scullery maid, to messenger girl, to Isolde’s maid. (3) She’s the only person in Denerim to know that Elissa isn’t on her Calling, but even she doesn’t know where the queen has gone when Elissa vanishes in 9:37 Dragon.
• My OTP for said character - no one specific; she’ll find someone in Denerim but she keeps her personal life separate from her public life as Elissa’s maid as much as possible.

Leliana:

• Who I pair them with - f!Wardens, Cassandra, a few f!Hawkes, m!Wardens, etc…
• Who I hate them with - Marjolaine
• Why I like/hate them - I love her as a girl friend or girlfriend for the f!Warden, and just like the conversation option with Alistair, I believe she believes in her vision. I don’t like some of the things I’ve heard about her with elves, but I haven’t played an elf with any sort of racial pride since the game first came out so I can’t remember how my original Dalish warden reacted to that at the time. (I was more concerned as a player with loving and leaving Leliana at the time, just before I found out I couldn’t romance Morrigan as a f!Warden.)
• Favourite physical feature - the completely unnatural shade of red that her hair is in the trailer and in most trailer-related mods. A friend of mine just dyed her hair almost the same shade for completely unrelated reasons but all I can think of when I see said friend now is “OMG pretty Leliana hair I want to pet it”
• Least favourite quality in the character - I… it’s a flaw that my own Elissa also has, but sometimes Leliana is a bit too single minded. She needs to look at the bigger picture more often.
• 3 Headcanons - (1) Depending on the individual Warden, I think Leliana might be more likely to help hide evidence of the Warden’s presence or involvement from the Inquisition. (2) Whether she’s told directly or not, she manages to find out the truth about the archdemon/old god soul/possibly even the Dark Ritual. If the Warden and Leliana are close enough (romantic or not) and the Warden actually shares this information, Leliana does NOT share it with the Chantry later on. Otherwise, whether or not she shares it depends on if she’s been hardened or not—yes, then she keeps quiet; no and she tells the Divine, at least, everything she knows. (3) I’ve always believed that she’s the one to recite the Litany during Broken Circle, if she’s been taken along. Also, that she sings it like a hymn rather than speaking the words.
• My OTP for said character - f!Warden

Nathaniel:

• Who I pair them with - Anders, f!Warden, Velanna, Bethany Hawke
• Who I hate them with - ?
• Why I like/hate them - I don’t think I’ve ever disliked Nathaniel, but looking through my Cousland’s eyes I used to pity him. Mostly, I like that he is able and willing to grow where the Warden is concerned, especially if a Cousland.
• Favourite physical feature - dat nose
• Least favourite quality in the character - He starts out jumping to so many conclusions, but then again what else is he supposed to do? It’s not pretty at all, and I don’t enjoy the trait, but everything he thought was true was ripped away from him and it’s really not so different from how the Cousland Warden typically is with Rendon Howe.
• 3 Headcanons - (1) he doesn’t automatically become Warden Commander after The Warden leaves, but eventually he does reach that point. Even when he does, though, he refuses to stay behind in Amaranthine—or even Ferelden—with administrative work. He HAS to be actually DOING something to feel like he’s living right. (2) He’s not quite sure how, but he tends to end up the legitimate face for any pranks Sigrun pulls on the other Wardens and soldiers at Vigil’s Keep. (3) (I don’t know I can’t think of a third right now!)
• My OTP for said character - Warden!Bethany

Oh my god trying to find an excuse for Morrigan of all people to be lost in the woods and Leliana finding her? Wow. Also, as much as I love purple!Hawke of either gender, I get the distinct impression he wouldn’t  impress Morrigan as much as he impresses himself. :p

“Aren’t Witches of the Wilds supposed to, you know, be able to navigate the wilderness?”

Morrigan twitched mentally as she stepped over a twisted mass of roots. She considered, for the briefest moment, allowing the branch she’d held out of the way with her own staff snap back behind her as she passed so that it might strike him in the face and put an end to such japes. She’d tried once already, perhaps an hour ago, to throw him back with a quick telekinetic burst but he’d sensed what she was doing and managed to shield himself before she could finish the spell.

“You never answered me, you know,” he prompted as he passed over the same root cluster she had a moment earlier.

“Nor do I intend to, fool.”

His footsteps quickened, and she cursed herself silently for replying. “I might be a fool, but I wasn’t the one tricked into answering just now,” he laughed, catching up to her. “But really, the question stands. Shouldn’t you be able to turn into a bird or a wolf or something and sniff the way out of this forest?”

“’Tis not a forest I’ve previously been to, you idiot, so no. And since we don’t know which way the nearest exit is, we are going to continue in one direction until we come across a road or settlement. Then, you can go your way and I can be free of you.”

“You could also be free of me if you’d teach me how your mother becomes a dragon. Then I could carry you to the next settlement, leave you to go about your way, and I can go do dragon things.”

“For the last time, there is no such thing as your imagined dragon things! I swear, between the Warden’s obsession with griffons and yours with dragons… How in the Void did either of you function before being saved by my blasted mother?”

He turned to bow floridly to her, even while he still walked (now backwards) through the wood. “With charm, of course,” he grinned. The grin gave way to panic less than a heartbeat later as his heel caught against another snarl of roots, sending him ass-first into the dirt. “And some bruises, I suppose,” he added wryly as he picked himself back up again.

But Morrigan was no longer listening to him, if she’d even listened to begin with. There were voices ahead, and the lilting accent of one of those voices was disturbingly familiar. She crept ahead, cautious, pausing behind a bit of bramble when the trail and the two women came into sight. Sunlight reflected off the first’s coppery hair, and just as she had so many years ago, she alternated between speech and gentle humming almost without thought.

Morrigan knew these Chantry women were hunting the both Warden and this buffoon, and that so long as the former bard didn’t recognize her she could turn her charge over to them and be on her way. But there was a crashing a few dozen yards down the trail, and after a few moments her companion broke through the underbrush and into the narrow little road.

“Morrigan, I found the road!” The poor fool seemed so proud of himself. “Wait, Sister Nightingale?”

“…Hawke? And did you say Morrigan?!”

The other woman with Leliana—the Seeker—stormed forward and immediately began to lay into Hawke, simultaneously blaming him for the events in Kirkwall and asking for his help resolving the situation that had developed from them. Leliana, on the other hand, was scanning the tree line for any sign of her old companion.

“Hawke, when you called out to Morrigan, did you mean… Our Morrigan? The one who traveled with the Warden, like I did?”

Hawke shrugged. “So she says. Doesn’t look much like Flemeth other than the gold eyes, though. She’s right—”

But when he turned to point her out, he realized she was already gone.