People who say Velanna is a cheap knock-off of Morrigan don’t understand either of their characters.
Also they’re poopyheads.
I am an adult.
i swear it’s just because they have the same hairstyle that people say that.
They see a cruel, powerful woman and go “KNOCKOFF” ignoring the entire basis of their value systems. Morrigan values self-preservation and free will above all else and has little regard for emotional ties, whereas Velanna has NO sense of self-preservation and values her family and her culture above herself or anything else.
Hell, that comic showcases a time when she apologized for misjudging someone. Morrigan’s feelings toward the Warden may change and grow warmer over time but I can’t think of a single time when she’s said “I was wrong”. It’s not her style.
I LOVE THEM BOTH A LOT but people who say Velanna is ~just like Morrigan~ aren’t paying any attention.
I think my favorite (/sarcasm) was the time I saw someone say Velanna was just a Morrigan knockoff, only “without the charm.”
I also once saw someone who accused her of having “an atrocious personality” say that they might have liked her more if she was prettier. They prefaced the comment with “This might make me seem shallow, but…” and I was sitting there going, “Uh huh. Ya think?”
The main reasons why I would’ve loved to see Velanna merge with Justice is the same reason I know why the writers went with Anders instead.
Velanna and Anders are both deeply angry individuals, but their reasons for being so angry are decidedly different. Anders is angry at the Chantry and the Templars. Velanna is angry at the humans who subjugate her people. Both of them have a bitter thirst for justice that’s fueled by anger that is equally likely to corrupt Justice into a spirit of Vengeance.
But Velanna’s vengeance wouldn’t have been leveled on the Templars. it would’ve been leveled on humanity. Now, this is exactly why I think it would’ve been amazing to see. For all the little moments of trying to grapple with issues of racism and oppression in Thedas, the narrative never fully addresses what the elves have suffered—and continue to suffer—because of that racism and oppression.
I want that. I want it so bad. I want to see them actually address those issues as they deserve to be addressed. Yes, the mages suffer and yes, they are treated unfairly and abused in the Circles and that deserves addressing too. However, I have never been okay with how flippantly the very real concern about the Tevinter Imperium is treated.
Personally, I think I would’ve found it more satisfying to see Velanna take extreme action against the people who’ve oppressed the elves for thousands of years than I did to see Anders take extreme action against the (incredibly flawed) institution that was created to try and prevent that level of enslavement from happening again.
The Circle is flawed, oppressive, and in desperate need of reorganization in how it approaches magic and how it abuses mages. But making the narrative center around a “mages vs. templars” plot brushes the issues of race aside and I just ain’t about that.
But of course, to have Velanna merge with Justice and seek action against the oppressors of elves wouldn’t have taken the story in a direction that could sensibly lead to Inquisition. So I see why they didn’t go with that idea.
But I kinda really wish they had.
Sigrun popped up from her hiding spot beside the table, planting her elbows on the surface with a clunk and flashing an innocent grin. Ancestors, but it was fun watching people jump when she talked to them. Especially people who were a bit on the high-strung side to begin with.
“Dread Wolf take you, dwarf!” Velanna swore, rocking back in her seat. Sigrun heard the chair’s feet scrape across the floor, followed by the table creaking in protest under the spears masquerading as Velanna’s fingernails. “I didn’t even see you there.”
“Of course you didn’t.” Sigrun shrugged. “You’re tall.”
Velanna’s answering sigh was impressive, especially considering how thin and pinched her nose and mouth were. “What do you want?”
“I already asked.” Sigrun propped her chin in one hand, tapping gauntlet-clad fingers against her upper lip. “What are you doing?”