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There was a warm, satisfied feeling that settled in Tamrace as Gar concluded their conversation, listening to the larger man's suggestion and returning to his food. After all - he had just made a friend so he thought! While it's true they have been working together and speaking sparsely since...

I've worked off of a base character sheet that a friend on another forum website created for the longest time and expanded upon it as I saw fit. Bold is the basic info if you want it short and sweet, and italics is more specific categories that can fall under those basic sections if you find it...

The rupture of laughter seemed to diminish the tension from Tamrace as well, his taut remark just a second before dissolving into an increasingly steady chuckle. Maybe the humor was contagious, or he just needed an excuse to smile at something. He watched as the others present took their helping...

"Even that great storm is tired of this argument, it seems. Hah!" Tamrace couldn't help stopping this thought when he whipped his head around to see the Breach surge. He scolded himself immediately; the reaction forced from Ellana as her hand flared with magic was far less humorous. His concern...

Tamrace would have very much liked to have tuned out the argument if he could. If only it wasn't his job to gather information. And if only the exchange didn't in part concern him. The redhead felt soggy and miserable. Between the snow melting and dampening his clothes, the frosty winds...

Shit! Not knowing some ears among them were more enhanced, Tamrace was caught off guard by Ellana's intrusion, and began to wonder if they had spoken just a little too loud. Standing beside Gar, he felt some unease as he turned and glanced at the three; even Solas' ever-stoic expression had him...

.... Bah, it was only a matter of time before another battle broke out, huh? While Tamrace felt his nerves spike and instinct drive him to jolt up and ready himself, he was rather surprised that he wasn't surprised this time around. And if Gar's sarcastic quip was any indicator - he probably...

It wasn't easy to take this opportunity to unwind. Tamrace found himself stealing glances to the magical tear uncomfortably nearby far more than he realized he was. Though it wasn't solely due to this that he had stood aside while the group went to the men's supply of rations; he convinced his...

If Tamrace caught how it was odd that Gar already knew Solas' name, and Solas' appropriately contemplative reaction, he did not comment on it. Instead he merely nodded at the elven mage, "Solas, yes. Thank you." He then returned a chuckle as he looked back and watched Gar bow, "But I will be...

Tamrace's time to act was rapidly closing. His bone shards worked to stagger the terror with swift and repeated jabs of pain, but in his current position they were not thrown with as much power as they could, certainly not as effective as an arrow would, and were not causing much significant...

Tamrace had become momentarily distracted from his aiming when the two soldiers came into the scene. The sequence of events seemed to happen in a blink in his eyes. First, they rushed nearer - then, the injured man was dropped behind cover - and within an instant both of them were down as the...

It was strange that, for as much as he had hoped through these days to be free of his binds, there was only a fresh apprehension that crept over him as they were removed, and he moved to follow Lelianna as Lysette tended to Gar. A thick tension hung in the air. The reality of this circumstance...

Tamrace had opened his mouth to answer Gar's question - which would've been a rather pleased yes, because wow, that was far less emasculating than his usual nicknames! - but their interruption came before he could utter a word. It was almost too convenient really. He too watched on with Gar as...

Tamrace almost didn't need a verbal answer. The awkward silence that settled in before Gar's first reply told the shorter man he was probably mentally lapsing. But something about the way he was speaking, too, was somehow off. Tamrace wasn't sure if part of that could be attributed to the accent...

"... I give you an order, Scout." It was as if Tamrace had been slapped. A bitter taste rose in his mouth, and he was stunned silent as he stared wide-eyed across the hut at whom he considered his best of friends. Stasia looked perfectly calm despite her caustic tone. There was no indication...