Fandom [CS]Dragon Age: Tale of the Champion

Sopranos · Aug 24, 2017

"Where are we going? How should I know? Do I look like the leader of this merry band of misfits?"
(If you intend to join this RP, please PM me directly, don't post on one of the thread for question)

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(Your background and how you meet up with Hawke since we shouldn't go through too many character introduction quests)
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Before you intend to fill things in and get thing started, a few words...
- Before of the fact that some of the original companion characters have major roles in the story therefore when you decide to fill their spot with your own character, I will have to require your character to follow a few things just to maintain their similarities for plot reason. I'm not telling you to impersonate the original character, but there are a few likeness your character should have so that the plot would work the same way.

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Varric's role is important to the story not just because he's Hawke' friend but also the one who helps Hawke a lots in Act 1. With his connections in Kirkwall he has always helps Hawke finding jobs to fund the expedition, most important maybe is to help Hawke with Bartrand. Here is what I require from a character to fill his slot, not much but they're important:

- Class: Rogue
- Street smart, practical, cunning, sarcastic.
- Have connections in Kirkwall city.
- Have connection with Bartrand (don't have to be his brother).
- Kirkwaller (born in Kirkwall).
- Part-time writer.

Ander's character is no doubt play a key role in this game not just because of he is a Grey Warden but his burning passion to free the mage.

- Former Circle Mage, current Apostate.
- Former Grey Warden.
- Have strong opinion about free mage from templar control.
- Strongly again tranquility.
- (Optional) Share body with Vengeance/different spirit.

Free Dalish elf slot

Isabella's character hold a key role in Act 2 of the story therefore there is a few thing you need to have:

- Mercenary/Pirate captain/Smuggler.
- Rogue.
- Not from Kirkwall (Rivain, Antiva are recommended)
- Hold the Tome of Koslun.

Free non-human slot

Free Human Warrior Slot.

- Respect the law.
- Guardsman/Later Guards Captain

Free Human slot

Free Human Warrior/Rogue slot

- Hawke's younger brother

Free Human Mage slot

- Hawke's younger sister

(Those Free "something" slots are characters that you can freely make with little requirement.)

I know by far I've set a lots of limit in character creativity but these are just a few thing that would help make our group balance, unique, communicative and a guide for you guys to make your character. So beside the similarities I ask for a few character slot, there are also a few thing that I'm trying to avoid:
- A team outnumbered with a specified race/gender/class/occupation: In short, we shouldn't looking for a group with more than one dalish elf or grey warden or Legionnaire or templar,...
- Underage character: Youngest characters will be Hawke's sibling (20 years old) and we shouldn't have anyone younger than that.

(And finally, to help you with creating character, I've been able to collect a collection of pictures that you can use as faceclaim for your character (It's from one of my favorite artist Merwild who has drawn a lots of dragon age arts). This is optional, you can use this or find your own face claim, I just want to help. I hope this will help you find inspiration for your character)
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The Journal - Non-mission IC - About Kirkwall - Main Plot IC - Rules and Regulation for Writing and Posting (Very important, please read before you decide to join)

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki · Aug 24, 2017

Full Name:Teressa Corino
Race: Surface Dwarf
Alias(Optional): Tessa, Tess
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation:Bisexual
Occupation: Former Carta, Part owner of blooming rose and owner of other brothels, writer and spymaster
Class: Rogue
Personality: At first sights she might seem more at home with nobility than in the seedy underground. She has an elegant refined manner, seemingly always calm and cheerful letting little bother her if anything at all. She can be humorous with an acerbic and sarcastic sense of humour, and flirty with members of both genders. She is generous and protective of those she cares about and though she doesn't look it can be ruthless and unafraid to fight dirty if something threatens her or her friends, with a quick tongue and cleverness.
Appearance:

- Height and weight: 4'9" 50kg
- Hair: dark brown
- Eyes: brown
- Other Description(Optional):
Motto/Favorite Quote: "My girls and boys are more dangerous on their backs than any armed thug"
Family/Relationship: Betrands Ex.
Origin: Born into the Carta and was made to work for them ad soon as she was old enough to walk, passing messages at first and that later graduating to enforcement and smuggling. Despite being the only life she knew, she was dissatisfied by it and dislike the treatment each member gave each other and the constant backstabbing. She looked for a way out making plans to ran away and steal some Carta money in the process however she needed help.

Help came when she made contact with a young up and coming member of the drwaven merchant guild, Bertrand Tethras. Despite a frosty start the two become close and he helped her escape the Carta for part of the money she would steal from them. He directed her to Kirkwall were she settled down and made roots, she found old habits die hard as she quickly became involved in the seedy side of the city. She set up a few brothels and funded a few others as well as bars, she became known for treating her workers well, generously and with respect while treating other gangs that tried to mess with her businesses ruthlessly. At around this time she got into writing and found to be a talented story teller which gave her a respectable cover for her seedier dealings. Her books sold well and combines with her brothels made her a wealthy and Influential woman and she was generous with it, helping the town that treated her so well.

However despite a happy few years , her relationship with Betrand soured as he was more interested in his work and money making to give her much thought and was increasingly unpleasant to her. She broke up with him but, retaining a soft spot for him, kept in contact much to his chagrin helped him with his ventures with money and men. When Betrands snd hers newest venture, an expedition to the deep roads, was lacking funds and manpower she went looking for suitable candidates. It was than she heard about a mercenary named Hawke slowly gaining in renown.
Specialization: Duelist
Weapon: Isabella (rapier) and Merrill (dagger)

Armor:

Archon · Aug 24, 2017

Full Name: Amelie Hawke

Race: Human

Alias(Optional): Hawke

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Former Mercenary for Captain Meeran of the Red Irons, Free Mage

Class: Mage

Personality:
With a penchant for wit, and a tongue as sharp as silverite, Amelie was always burdened with responsibility as the eldest of her two siblings, younger beyond her years, she often expressed trouble dealing with the respected, well-behaved mannerisms her mother tried to instill upon her. Instead, she enjoyed tormenting her brother and sister with childish pranks and playing in the mud with wooden sticks more than representing the family as the esteemed eldest daughter, she desired to be allowed her childhood, like her siblings. Her status as a mage led to more being expected of her, which--combined with the constant Templar threat--only worsened Amelie's joyous spirit.

However, prideful and confident, she still retained her carefree ways despite her mother. Yet the pressure of expectation caused Amelie to lean entirely on her wit, being overly clever or sarcastic. It wasn't until the Fifth Blight broke out she was forced--very prematurely--to grow up. Thrust into leadership, Amelie took charge and put her natural inclinations aside in-favor of a more forced pragmatic approach. Though she was always a kind and generous girl who strived to be good and true, the circumstances of the Blight hollowed her character into something more ruthless. Yet Amelie couldn't see the change in herself, and now retains the self-belief that she is always doing what's right, leading to a moral-superiority complex.

Appearance:

- Height and weight: 5'7 124lbs
- Hair: Dark brown/Black dye
- Eyes: Blue

Motto/Favorite Quote: "Can I just go one day without someone trying to swing their sword at me?"
Family/Relationship:
-Leandra (mother)
~~-Malcolm (father)~~
-Gamlen (uncle)
-Gwyn (sister)
-Nello (brother)

Origin:
During the early years of Nello's and Gwyn's childhood, when they were but little beasts causing havoc, Amelie, much to her dismay, was forcibly enlisted by Leandra to help in the raising of her siblings. Still a child in her own right, she would protest constantly to be let out of the Drake's lair that was their home. Some days she wanted to train, others to play with the other village children, maybe even a visit to the Chantry. Yet her requests rarely bore fruit, and she'd waste her days playing babysitter to her siblings. Although there was no denying that their mother needed the help, Amelie couldn't help the feeling that she was robbed the innocence of being a child. A notion that would only strengthen throughout the years.

As the years toiled away, Amelie's newfound age--at 14 years old--allowed her a certain degree of freedom over her younger fledglings, a freedom she fought her mother for at every turn. Though she loved them with every being of her soul, sometimes the responsibility and pressure of being a caretaker for both mother and siblings was draining. During such times of uncertain stress, Amelie sought comfort in the thick pages of various books and scrolls, either pouring over her father's old grimoire; or bleeding the Chantry of its words. Amelie had always known of her affinity for magic, it was an unmistakable sensation--like the presence of eyes or movement of a wrist--that she'd always possessed. But magic was dangerous, as were Templars. A fact Leandra would bleat at her repeatedly, a bleat she would pass onto her brother, Nello.

Practicing magic was a dangerous act, one which held more risks than mere discovery or the shattering of the occasional bookcase. No, links to the fade were often cruel and uncertain, a place where dark thinks in the form of spirits under guise congregated for entrance into the waking world. Amelie was wise enough to avoid overstepping her magical boundaries, always training on a step-by-step basis. When she wasn't training in the use of spellslinging, she honed her ability with a stick. Training for future use with a staff in combat.

At 16, Nello and Gwyn were well on the way growing into adults in their own right. Freeing both Leandra and Amelie of a great deal of stress, allowing her more free-time; she spent her teenage years trying to help those around the village, whether it be farming crops, sorting scriptures or cooking, latest of which was a family boon; a boon Leandra was grateful for. Soon enough, Amelie's reputation as a hard-worker and village helper spread like wildfire, and there were no shortage of prospective job offers, most of which she refused in-favor of choosing her own schedule. Though a steady income looked promising in theory, the tips she earned were enough for a decent--if not extraordinary--living.

Of course, all good things must come to an end, and come to an end they did in the form of the dreaded Fifth Blight. A mass surge in Darkspawn, headed by an Archdemon, able to decisively destroy the King and his forces alongside the Grey Wardens during the infamous Battle for Ostagar. With the King dead, and the Darkspawn Horde moving North, Amelie took it upon herself to take charge. Leading the Hawke family to the only place which was safe from the growing darkness and a home was provided. Kirkwall, home of the Templars. Where their Uncle Gamlen resided with the family fortune.

The road to Kirkwall was long and arduous, with the group facing no lack of hardships. Nello's magic affinity, though invaluable, was beaten only by the surprising progress in Skill-At-Arms Gwyndolyn showed. It was all a little strange, to see her sweet, angel-fingered sister using those gifted hands for bloody destruction over musical creation. But it was a strangeness Amelie was grateful for, without their combined prowess, they may never have reached Kirkwall. But reach it they did. After bargaining with a Witch, and even then the entrance was only secure through the path of indentured servitude.

As Gamlen, the useless sod, had carelessly gambled the family fortune away. With no affinity for the art of stealth, Amelie enlisted her and her siblings in the service of a mercenary, where they were often required to do things of questionable morality. There was no denying it, the loss of Lothering, the journey to Kirkwall, and the enlistment in the Red Irons had left a negative effect on her psyche, something cold and ruthless which swam distantly within her eyes.
Specialization: Battlemage
"Some mages specialize in spells that permit them to engage in combat from afar. Battlemages, by contrast, prefer to wade into the fray alongside their blade-wielding companions, close enough to read the fear in their opponents' eyes. Their spells primarily concern personal preservation as well as control of the elements in their immediate surroundings."

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Armor: (Act 1) - Appearance Robes

The Silent Z · Aug 25, 2017

Full Name: Nello Hawke
Race: Human
Alias(Optional): Nelly (Childhood nickname) Nell
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Formerly of the Red Iron mercenary company, Free Mage
Class: Mage
Personality: Rather free spirited as long as Templars aren't around, A optimist with a Superstitious side effect. (Often believes everything good or bad happens in atleast three, it's a dominoes falling theory he always had) he tries desperately to avoid becoming uptight and ruled by fear of Templars, thus he aims for loose and cool but controlled in his everyday life while wanting things to just go right for a change. Despite his mind often telling him to keep a eye out for that other boot to drop and keep a look over his shoulder. A caring young man however, likes to have fun and keep his family from trouble on his behalf or at all really. He never asked for his gift but he surely would never trade it for anything. Though he wouldn't want his family in harms or troubles way either. Nello does everything he can to not be a burden on his family, even spins a number of cover stories in his head and uses them when he's needed, has one for almost every possible situation... almost. He just wants a good life for him and his loved ones and doesn't wish his gift to cost them dearly for some mistake or unfortunate occurrence to catch up with him and bite him.

Some could say he's a young, innocent man with a loving nature. He's likes his fun but cares too much to let it control him, he also has moments of true obliviousness to some hints and to what some things are or really mean. Leading to some learning moments in certain situations.
Appearance:

- Height and weight: 5'11, 180 lbs
- Hair: Dark Brown, almost black
- Eyes: Crystal Blue
- Other Description(Optional): A groomed short yet full beard. Often keeps his hair a styled mess with a bun and tail kind of fashion to it.
Motto/Favorite Quote: "Sometimes I wonder if Templars ever get tired of wearing all that armor... Or if they are allowed to personalize the uniform? Wouldn't they get mixed up and have moments putting on another mans sweat and wearing it about proudly? It's not always cold you know."
Family/Relationship:
Father: Malcolm Hawke
Mother: Leandra Hawke
Uncle: Gamlen Amell
Elder Sister: Amelie Hawke
Twin Sister: Gwyndolyn Hawke
Origin:
Nello Bartavious Clayborne Hawke born to Malcolm Hawke and Leandra Hawke nee' Amell in 9:10 Dragons age just shortly after his twin sister Gwyndolyn often called Gwyn for short. Nello grew up in a town called Lothering where trade was at the forefront of fereldan culture with the Kings highway passing through from one side of fereldan to the other with traders from all walks of life passing through at some point along their journey in the humble town, it's seen war and rebels, bandits and wolves while farmers and Templar were commonplace in the village. A gentle reminder for all mages that no matter what you could always count on the chantry to within earshot in some form, whether it was wearing metal plate or a dedicated farmer worried about his crops visiting the chantry and sometimes gossiping about town. Though as Nello grew up raised by his parents and giving his sisters a hard time whenever he could, Nell learned that not all were so bad, though he wouldn't be caught too long around a Templar if he could help it. Stay overly so and before long you know how it will end.

Despite his at times brotherly acts of keeping his sisters updated with the latest teases and games during his early years and liking the attention he seemed to get from the girls around the village as he got older, Nello was rather easy going. Always trying to remain positive and take his fathers advice and training seriously, while working to overcome his childhood aged problem of hating when his food touches, often being put off of food until a new plate was given or being fooled into believing his food was replaced with a fresh plate and without the food touching, while really it was his mother taking his plate and making it look like so. Which used to and once in awhile still does play a role in his superstitious beliefs, thinking that his food touching the night before was a sign of bad things to come the day after..... Might be best not to get into all of that, could take awhile. But rest assured it's taken a lot to overcome his food touching issues and superstitions related to it.

In reality of all his quirks and optimistic outlooks, free spirited and yes... Always looking for that last boot to drop while he keeps looking over his shoulder and not all too comfortable until it finally does, Nello merely tries to live his life to the fullest he can without becoming a burden to his family. Sometimes it seemed Gwyn disliked the attention he got from the girls around town gave by asking her about her twin brother, the older he got the more he understood why and while he couldn't help it much he least began to understand it. Kinda. Then was his relationship with Amelie, the eldest and often referee to her siblings. She too was a mage and seemed to pick up on things quicker then he did, it amazed him at times, he could put himself into constant study and never pick up new spells and training methods as quick.

Then again there always was a small trait of his called "Oblivious moments by Nello" routine. Some of the girls he hung out with had to explain things to him whenever he missed a hint or overlooked a touch, won't even go into the more advanced talk and lingo he was unaware of and still is with some topics related to it all.

When the fifth blight hit.... Well it wasn't easy for anyone of the hawkes. The head of the family and patriarch died not long before and the hawkes were left to five plus the old family mabari warhound. Nello wasn't able to join the kings army and do his part in ensuring the darkspawn never reached Lothering, nor his beloved family. If he did his magical talents would be revealed and everything his family had done over the years would be for not. He felt like a useless sod sometimes, he wasn't trained with a sword or much good with a shield and bare hands weren't enough against thy enemy that be darkspawn.

When the Kings army was overrun and the last stand of good king Cailin not enough. Lothering was hit, forced to run and flee were they that be Hawke, that a old legend of myth and tales struck a deal and played passage on way toward Kirkwall. Mother was sure that would be best..... Amelie seemed to agree and why there was no counter argument worth a sovereign of good use in countering the Templar infested city, Nello reluctantly nodded and followed. He was going to miss Lothering...... he was going to miss his beloved home of fereldan where pride and courage met with strength and durability to form his history filled nation of mabari and legends.

When they finally arrived to Kirkwall the third in a list of bad things occurred, another snag discovered. Apparently they were to be sold into indentured servitude to some mercenary company or smugglers.... They went with mercenaries thus came the Red irons.... Oh boy isn't that grand?! Damned Uncle gamlen and his sodded lost fortune and family estate. They came to Kirkwall for a fresh start and avoiding the blight, now they must start with repaying a debt where they hardly a say! Nello found it hard to find positives in that to be life.

It was going to be hard enough adjusting to even more Templars then Lothering ever had, now he had debts to help pay off. Least his family was safe though....... That was most important to him. It didn't take long for his sister, Gwyn to find a role and make good for herself, she became a Templar of all things. Rather shocked at first, kinda worried too.... Did they perform checks for new recruits and checking family history or something like that? Might lead to trouble, no? But after awhile he accepted it. She seemed to have found a role where it was her and her alone standing out without siblings taking that away and garnering the attention. Plus hey, maybe Nellos age old question could be answered concerning Templars.

Amelie wasted no time in making a name for herself with the red irons and garnering some attention for herself. But Nello you might ask? Well..... It was a bit tougher for him, he went from knowing every Templar back home to being overwhelmed by them in Kirkwall. The horror stories and corruption were eerie tales to hear, slavers were sneaking about Darktown and he didn't quite have a place here. He got into some fights with suspected slavers not far from the cities underbelly, bit his tongue around guards and Templars trying to go unnoticed and keep his family burden free and out of trouble. It was rather hard to hide his magic here, slavers drove him mad and he couldn't use magic to fight them, while fists only did so much. No.... Life was a diffuclt adjustment for him in Kirkwall but he was trying to make the best of it.

When he wasn't in lowtown and near darktown in wandering fashion. Nello tried his luck in hightown growing rather curious into what this blooming rose was all about, Templars seemed to frequent the place and so did uncle Gamlen? He thought of going inside and seeing for himself but felt a little foolish and thought too many Templars were about, so he often just walked about the area and waited for a clue, plenty of noises came out of there, sounded like........ Then it finally struck him, it was a brothel like the one in Denerim. Since his red iron days ended this was basically how his day to day went since arriving in Kirkwall. Not yet able to find his place in the city nor feel comfortable enough to fully be himself for fear of Templars plagued his mind, there were far more here in one city then Lothering ever had or even came close to having.

Least he still got some attention from girls, that was one thing that didn't really change.
Specialization: Force Mage
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Armor: Usually personalized robes with no sleeves and sometimes wearing pants instead of full robes.

redroseknight · Aug 25, 2017

Full Name: Gwyndolyn Hawke
Race: Human
Alias(Optional): Gwyn
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Homosexual
Occupation: Mercenary, Templar
Class: Warrior
Personality: Of the three siblings, Gwyndolyn is the unassuming one. She lacks the magical talent residing in the veins of her siblings, and she often felt left out when they would be training in their craft. Her path in life has been constantly in question, lacking direction since she fears that she isn't quite capable enough to manage it on her own. To cover up her insecurities, she puts on a playful front as if nothing in the world could trouble her. It was her own fault, after all, that she wasn't good enough, smart enough, or strong enough to emerge as someone other than 'Nello and Amelie's sister'. There was no sense in bringing anyone else down with her.

In Lothering, Sister Leliana had told her that her hands were better suited for the harp than for the sword. While it was true that Gwyn was a talented musician, this being where she truly vented her brewing emotions, she felt that it was not enough. So she picked up the sword and shield, just in case she could save her siblings one day. Maybe if she did, she hoped that she would feel less like an outsider in her own family. And maybe she could actually capture a girl's attention for more than just information regarding Nello.
Appearance:

- Height and weight: 5'8, 120
- Hair: Black
- Eyes: hazel
- Other Description(Optional):
Motto/Favorite Quote:Life is a song. It is unfortunate that we don't learn how to play it until is almost over.
Family/Relationship:
Mother: Leandra Amell
Father: Malcolm Amell
Uncle: Gamlen Amell
Sister: Amelie Hawke
Twin Brother: Nello Hawke
Origin: After the trio worked off the debt to get their family into Kirkwall, Gwyndolyn made the decision to become a Templar. Her reasoning had been that if she was a Templar then she would have inside knowledge to help her siblings avoid being dragged to the Circle. Once she became a Templar, she began to witness the abuse of power from the inside. It made her skin crawl, some the things she witnessed, and she attempted to step in to protect the mages that she could. Kindly reminding her peers at times of their role as the guardians of the mages, not their jailers. She couldn't save everyone, though, and she couldn't risk being extremely forceful for fear that retaliation would come in the form of investigation into her siblings. But thankfully, Knight Commander Meredith answered young Gwyn's concerns and seemed to appreciate her attentiveness. She was beginning to look up to the older woman since she was someone who finally, finally, was seeing Gwyn for own merit.
Specialization: Templar
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Obi-Wan Kenobi · Aug 25, 2017

Full Name: Diego
Race: Human
Alias(Optional): Vincente De Bartarina
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Mercenary Captain
Class: Rogue
Personality: Vincente is a very cheerful man, in spite of his life experiences and his job, although the cheer often does not migrate to his face, leaving him happy inside yet glowering outside. Many take this cheer and his constant joke-cracking as meaning he is a mere clown, but this is not true. Vincente is deadly serious when it comes to what he is owed, be it payment, favours, or anything else. This goes the other way, too, and he can be relied upon to pay back any aid in kind, as well as any harm. Vincente is possessed of a great and speedy wit, along with a savage cunning, excellent at pulling all kinds of vicious tricks and ruses on his foes, and slightly less vicious tricks on his friends. He fights not just with cunning and wit, but with a cold, calculating viciousness that can unnerve some people, especially contrasted to his chipper, wise-cracking attitude.

Vincente's a man of incredible daring, brave almost beyond reason. He is frequently trying out a varying range of gambits, with similarly varying success, though his natural cunning and wit certainly helps. To those he calls his friends, he is unfailingly loyal, even if he doesn't realise or admit it, and has a bad habit of getting too attached to people for his own good. He is also quite charismatic, and an inspiring leader, which has served him well as the leader of the Silver Sons, his motley band of elite mercenaries. Also useful in his role as the company commander is his natural talent for and quick learning of tactical ability, ably leading anything from small units to all three hundred of the Silver Sons. Vincente is a man of pride; he knows what his capabilities are, sees no point in pretending to be modest about it, and he has no problem with putting on a show to make the point to anyone nearby. He rarely backs down, and never out of fear, only out of pragmatism. Fortunately, this is not pride taken too far, and Vincente's assessment of his abilities is by-and-large accurate.

There are, of course, darker sides to Vincente. His wit is frequently employed as a cover for and response to his deep insecurities and to the tragedies he experiences, believing that he can laugh it off and pretend to be okay in lieu of actually dealing with it. Unfortunately, this doesn't work. Vincente, while somewhat more scrupulous and kind-hearted than the average mercenary, shows an unashamed amoral streak. He also possesses quite a violent temper, though it is, mercifully, somewhat slow-burning. Vincente is surprisingly cynical for how upbeat he is, with many of his jokes prodding at and pointing out the worst. He has a distinct tendency to act rashly, relying less on planning and more on making it up as he goes and gambling with risky maneuvers that have a tendency to be utterly unpredictable, though on a command level this tendency is thankfully dulled. Vincente is protective of and tight-lipped about his background, even more so the further back you go. He is a little insecure about not even knowing his true parent's names, what they look like, or his family name, only that his name was Diego. He hasn't even uttered the name Diego in reference to himself for years, and hasn't gone by it for about a decade and a half; using it is nigh-guaranteed to make him vulnerable.
Appearance:

- Height and weight: 6'2 and 181 lbs
- Hair: Naturally a very dark brown, but dyed and parted to have the left half silver and the other half gold
- Eyes: Grey
- Other Description(Optional): A somewhat tan-skinned man of obviously foreign heritage to many Fereldans and Kirkwallers, Vincente is a very handsome man, though he does not put it to too much use in terms of getting laid and sleeping around, or otherwise seducing people. Not his thing. What is his thing is enjoying people reacting to it.
Motto/Favorite Quote: "I'm getting awfully tired of being threatened. Could we move this along a little?"
Family/Relationship: None that he knows of, and he is a little sensitive over it.
Origin: Diego was born an orphan in Llonmerryn, never knowing his parentage, only that he existed, and needed to survive. It was a hard life, living as just another one of the street rats in the hive of Llonmerryn. At a young age he was picked up by a crew of street criminsls, serving as a distraction for the group's pickpockets ti take advantage of, in exchange for food and shelter. One of the thieves, the ebony-skinned first mate of the crew, named Alonso De La Hoz, took Diego under his wing, teaching him all the fundamental thievery skills that Diego would put to such good use later in life, especially how to hide from someone who was looking for him. It wasn't luxurious, but it was keeping Diego alive.

Alonso was a harsh teacher, something that an up-and-coming member of the group, Ana Calvaconti, exploited to begin poisoning the group against him and his 'little dog' Diego. Alonso recognised this and turned up the inte nm sity on Diego's 'education', as well as beginning to teach him how to fight, drawing on his experience as an ex-guard captain, disgraced and stripped of rank for using his station to extract extortion money from the citizenry, along with a small clique of followers. Diego proved to be a natural fit for the role of a fighter, naturally endowed with a strong build and lightning-quick movement. At the time, Diego resented Alonso for this, but after the fact, he understood that the soldier was just trying to protect him. And protect him he did, when Ana rallied the group in a mutiny against Alonso and Diego. As he sent Diego away, Alonso accidentally called him Vincente; the name of his now-dead son. As the door crashed open, Alonso turned and drew his swords, and Diego leapt out the window into a haystack, then ran.

An hour later, Diego was still running, all the way to the port of the city. Here he stole a child's clothes off a hangar, changed into them, and sat to watch the a huge cargo trader ship begin to load. Here he resolved two things. He liked watching busy ports, and he would use the name Vincente to honour his fallen mentor, and added his own little flair, De Bartarina. Aged twelve years and two months, Diego was gone, reborn as a new man. For the next months, Vincente made a meagre living off what he had learned, holding only one goal in mind: the death of Ana Calvaconti. Vincente honed what Alonso had taught him, becoming a surprisingly dangerous thirteen year-old by the time his next birthday cane around, although he had no idea that it was, in fact, his birthday.

A few days after this birthday, Vincente stole the purse of a hooded woman. He had managed to do so unnoticed in the crowd, or so he thought. As he disappeared into an alley to count his gains, he found the woman waiting for him. She threw off her hood, revealing a long curtain of deep blue hair, and introduced herself as 'a friend, one who has never seen such a clean take from one so young'. Vincente, apparently panicked, threw the purse back at her, following it almost immediately with a drawn dagger and a long lunge. The knife went between her lower ribs before she caught his arm, and the next thing he knew he was on his belly, with his arm twisted behind his back and a knee on the back of his neck. Now that he was trapped, she explained.

She was Laura Foscari, better known as The Terror, one of the biggest names in the underworld of the city, due to her skill at her job, that being death on demand at a high price. "Assassination," she had clarified, before clarifying further to "I kill people and get money for it." She went on to say that she was in need of an apprentice, and that the little boy who had stolen her money almost without her noticing and could have killed her for good if his knife had been aimed in the right place. Seeing little point in doing otherwise, Vincente accepted.

Years passed as Laura plied her craft, with Vincente learning all the while, and helping where he could, once throwing a knife that saved Laura from a guard that had recovered from a stab to the gut far quicker than anticipated, and multiple times being saved himself, though she told him many times that he helped more than he harmed. Laura's individualism rubbed off on the young orphan, as did her hair-dyeing ways, as the half-silver half-gold hair that would be so associated with Vincente later in life first made its appearance. Over these years, Vincente proved that he was more of a fighter than an assassin, gaining more from her combat lessons (and those of the hired tutors, the Fereldan Arwel Mac Gilleain, the Orlesian Tanguy LaFromboise, and the Starkhaven Marcher Leola Fulton. Who knew, one of the best assassins in a city of pirates and smugglers is rich?) than from her lessons in the subtler arts of assassination, though given what all he learned in his combat lessons, this says little, and Vincente is still a fairly skilled assassin. Also over these years, the memory of Alonso De La Hoz would never leave him, and nor would the taunting, sneering face of Ana Carlamenti.

The two unexpectedly came back into contact, in an event that would change Vincente's life, and end Ana's. Laura had begun taking him to her meetings with her clients, to get him used to it himself. Soon after, none other than Ana Carlamenti, changed by the almost five years that had passed but still definitely the woman who caused Alonso's death, walked through the doors. She was now at the head of an extensive thieves' guild and spy network, one which looked to expand via the elimination of the head of a competing organisation. Vincente contained himself during the meeting, but only barely, silently glowering at Ana from under his hood the entire time. After the negotiation was over and Laura left, Vincente lingered for a moment. He slowly pulled the hood back to reveal his face, staring what he felt was an appropriate-sized hole in Ana's head. To his disappointment, she only reacted in confusion, not recognising him after five years. A child's face changes enough in the five years between twelve and seventeen to throw off recognition, and Ana was never close enough to him to know his face particularly well in the first place. So he pulled the hood back down, pointed at her, and said, "That's the face you'll see at night if you go back on this," in his most threatening voice, before vanishing back into the night after Laura.

That night, he told Laura of his history with her, including his birth name, Diego, for the first time. He expected her to refuse to contract, to go after Ana, to take some kind of action against her. Instead, they would carry out the contract, collect the money, and let her on her way. And so they did, though Vincente was noticeably distracted, sloppier and slower than he would've been otherwise, nearly getting caught by a wandering guild member, only getting out without having to kill him by a timely distraction from Laura. After the mission, Laura began to chastise him, but stopped when she realised that Ana was tormenting him more than she had realised. They made plans to kill her in her bed, Vincente's wish to be able to rant at her before killing her being rejected in favour of common sense. And so the mission was carried out, with none of the fanfare or release or fulfillment that Vincente was picturing. It was hollow, empty, and somewhat bitter. His self-questioning only intensified over the next year, and Vincente's heart was no longer in the assassin's trade, something Laura noticed, and found that she had difficulty fixing.

On his eighteenth birthday, or at least the one that the two had decided would now be his birthday, Laura told Vincente that it would soon be time to leave her and make his own way in the world. "Though," she added, "it would be kind of you to keep in touch after you do leave." A month later, Vincente would leave his mentor's home and set out to forge his own path, taking with him nothing he couldn't carry. He didn't need anything more than that. For a time, Vincente made his way as a mercenary and assassin for hire, travelling the world without Laura for the first time in his life. After a time, he discovered the bane of many a story hero: love. Working a bodyguarding job, he was soon needed, as his charge, a rich merchant with not-so-impeccable moral standards, was quickly assaulted inside his small compound by an armed and armoured of armed men and women, clearly well-trained and disciplined, of whom he personally cut down at least a dozen and a half (not all at once, chill) in a fast-paced series of fierce close-quarters battles inside the rooms and corridors of the mansion, as he strove to lead his charge to an exit. However, he and his fellow guards were ultimately defeated, and Vincente put on the brink of death, his fellow hired mercenaries all slain.

When he awoke, he was heavily bandaged, and had a clearly-apostate mage standing over him, who called in a young redheaded woman with striking features, who bid him arise. The gist of the conversation that followed was that she was impressed by his fighting skill, unloaded on him all the merchant's crimes, and introduced herself as Alessandra Rosso, the leader of the Golden Sons, the supposedly moral mercenary company of elites that had been hired collectively by a number of screwed-over customers to take out the merchant. She offered him a place in the Crimson Sons. Once more, Vincente saw little point in refusing. At the age of twenty one, Vincente was now a member of the Crimson Sons, though not one who was fully on-board with the idea of a band of merry men actually working. Soon after, the two had fallen in love. Vincente had found his purpose in life, and was happy.

This was not to last. The Golden Sons, with their charitable attitude, were falling into dire straits. While their ways had won them the support of many commoners, and even some of the more progressive nobility, it did not pay quite as well as normal mercenary work. The company was losing money, and some of the less devoted were getting grumbly. One of these was Vincente, now in charge of the company at Alessandra's right hand after two years of capable service, and some of the more devoted believed that a man who had killed so many of their own should not now lead them. Hard times, as they were wont to do, broke many bonds, one of which was the love between Alessandra and Vincente. The two quarreled over where to lead the company, and the arguments quickly became personal, leading to a messy breakup which saw Vincente lead away roughly a third of the company, re-titling them the Silver Sons, and leading this new band into a more conventional line of mercenary work, where work was work and money was money. The breakaway of the Silver Sons and Vincente was not viewed well by the Golden Sons and Alessandra, and the two quickly became rivals. The Golden Sons were more numerous and perhaps more fervent, but the Silver Sons were the more experienced, the better-funded and thus better-equipped and supplied, and as would quickly be discovered, the better-led of the two.

For three years Vincente led the Silver Sons, taking on many jobs and succeeding at most. One of these jobs is the reason 'most' was just stated. It was the downfall of the Silver Sons. The Tevinter Imperium approached the Silver Sons with a lucrative job. To ambush the Orlesian caravan carrying the Tome of Koslun and deliver it to the Tevinter's magisters. The ambush went off without a hitch, although a few casualties. The plan was to strike north through Nevarra to reach the Imperium, but an unexpectedly swift pursuing force of Qunari diverted the Silver Sons into Val Chevin, where they proceeded to enter claiming to be seeking to spend some of their spoils. They approached the ports after a short pause to prepare, with a preliminary assault force in disguise to kill the city guards at the port, which then hijacked two large transport cogs and helped load all the equipment, supplies, and other baggage that needed to be loaded, while a battle-ready force held off the trickle of city guard reinforcements after they realised something was wrong to provide time for the loading. Then the loaded themselves up and cast off, telling the crews that they either sailed as fast as they could to Rialto Bay where they would dock and unload at Antiva City, or they would be chased down and killed by Qunari warships. Unsurprisingly, the crews chose the former. It was a bold plan, but one that was executed with the traditional Silver Sons efficiency and talent.

Unfortunately, the weather had different plans. A storm wrecked both the two transport cogs and the Qunari warship. Extra unfortunately, the Qunari caught the better of the storm by far; while the Silver Sons were cast on the rocks with few survivors, the Qunari were wrecked on a less rocky area of the coast, and managed to be numerous and powerful enough to get serious consideration and the Qunari Compound. Vincente, among the half-dozen survivors and closing in close to the Tome of Koslun, is more concerned with finding any more of his men than with bringing back the Tome for the payday. For him, the money isn't worth it if there aren't comrades to share it with.

For money during this time, Vincente and his group of five joined the Red Irons, encountering the future Champion of Kirkwall, Amelie Hawke, and her two siblings. The two groups made little impression on each other, and couldn't really be called friends, but they were at least familiar enough to know each other's faces when, months later, after Vincente and his group left the Red Irons after Vincente publicly challenged Meeran's authority and ability one too many times, and Meeran told him to shut up or try and leave. Vincente and his group chose to leave, and he slit the throat of one Red Iron who tried to stop them, ripping his tongue out the throat hole and tossing it to Meeran, telling him to call his men off from trying to stop them. Meeran did. Hawke's group probably saw it. In any case, after that stint in the Red Irons, the Hawke gang and the Vincente gang know each other's faces. Well enough for the Hawke gang to recognise him when he sent some thugs packing in the Hanged Man, and to accept when he recognised and approached them to help him get agents of the Magister Vitalis off his back. Now, Vincente figures that Hawke is a rising star, and that's a pie that he most certainly wants a piece of. In more ways than one.
Specialization: Duelist
Weapon: A medium length cutlass on his left side, a war axe with a back spike on a belt loop on each hip, a dagger with a curved handle in each boot, a small, straight dagger strapped to his right upper arm, and another straight dagger in the small of his back, with the handle on the left. Never tell him he isn't well-armed.
Armor: Black leather armour, metal breastplate and vambraces. When he's wanting to be a bit sneakier and more agile, he trades out that metal. He also enjoys spending time shirtless, occasionally fighting like that too, and he has quite the body under that armour.

Sopranos · Aug 26, 2017

Full Name: Icarus Avilius
Race: Human
Alias(Optional): Icarus, Garrus
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Apostate/Grey Warden
Class: Mage
Personality:
As a person, he always considers himself to be a Grey Warden than a mage, who knows his cause is to protect Thedas from the threat of Darkspawn.
Despite being a mage, he shows his dislike toward spirit and demon. Having history with them in the past and the incident with Justice has truly haunt him about these citizen of the Fade.
Many years in the Grey Warden have made Icarus a man who's serious in his duty. He cares about his role and duty in life more than any other idea to change the world. He is practical character who would always choose the option that solve the problem for good, despite the cause. Because of this, he despite those who are too idealistic to see the better good.
To his friend, he can be very loyal and sacrifice much to them as this has been proved when he wanted to drive Justice off his friend Kristoff's body. When it come to harming his friends and people around him, Icarus easily lost his thoughts and made bad decision.
Considered by some of his former companions, he can be a hot-head, he wouldn't be afraid to raise his voice or even his fist immediately when it comes to problem that could bother him.
Appearance:
- Height and weight: 6ft 0 and 164lbs, average build
- Hair: Black, short undercut
- Eyes: Grey
- Other Description(Optional): Scars on his left eye, cheek, lip and many other places on his face.
Motto/Favorite Quote: "You're born with this shit, you are what you are"
Family/Relationship: Mother in Montsimmard
Origin:
Nothing much to know about his childhood, Icarus was born in Montsimmard, Orlais to a peasant family. While his mother was a servant, Icarus never saw his father. There were few things that he could heard about his father and that were his father being from Tevinter and that's how Icarus got his name. He was recruited by a Senior Grey Warden mage in Orlais when he was very young, when he chose to be recruited to the Grey Warden than being taken to the Circle. Then he left his home to follow the Warden to their mission, they taught him how to control his magic. When he was old enough, Icarus went through his Joining and became a Warden himself.

When the Fifth Blight happened, all the Warden from Orlais were forbidden to cross the border into Ferelden by Teyrn Loghain. During the Battle of Denerim and the tale of the Hero of Felreden defeating the Blight, Icarus was still in his homeland with his comrades. 6 months after the Fifth Blight, the Orlesian Grey Wardens then were allowed into Ferelden territories to clear the rest of the darkspawn from Ferelden. Icarus, along with other Wardens were summoned to Felreden for the mission. His mission was to find the whereabouts of Kristoff, a Senior Warden and an old friend, who was sent to Amaranthine for a more important task but failed to report on time.

His task led him to the Blackmarsh, found out that Kristoff was killed long ago, used as a tool by the darkspawn and then being possessed by a spirit, one who cried out for Justice. Icarus himself was furious, after avenging his friend, he demanded the spirit to release Kristoff's body, which the spirit refused. On his rage of wanting the spirit to leave his friend's body, Icarus used Blood Magic to enter the Fade and attempt to drive him away. He was successful and the spirit left Kristoff. Despite that, he deeply regretted his action later.

As he was afraid, his action when he engaged the spirit brought result. Justice visited him many times in Icarus's dreams, stated that :"I still can't leave the mortal world just yet, there are still injustices in this world.". Months beyond, as Icarus was released of his duty in Ferelden, he went on to track down Justice and it's plan as he felt like it's his responsibility. As his investigation went, he heard of templars and Chantry sister being murdered by a mage. The trace finally led him to Kirkwall in the Free Marches.
Specialization: Spirit Healer
Armor: Adventure Coat
Weapon: Brilliant Staff

Epiphany · Aug 31, 2017

Full Name: Moire of Clan Sabrae
Race: Dalish Elf
Alias: Moira (because you Shemlen have trouble with pronunciation, bless you). Kitty is also acceptable (and delightful!).
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Eh whatever
Occupation: Lion! No? Fine, Dalish Keeper...in training...badly. No? Fenedhis lasa, I'm a Dalish hunter and wanderer, are you happy now?
Class: Mage
Personality: In a word, whimsical. Moire is possessed of an endlessly sunny disposition and equally endless laughter. Life is grand and Kirkwall is a new forest for her to explore...and hunt.

On the positive side, Moire tends to be great company. She's easy to please, finds people interesting and is a surprisingly good listener. She has an amazing work ethic and a streak of determination that just won't quit no matter how bad things get. The Dalish woman also has a bit of a tendency for thoughts to get ahead of her words, leading to run-on sentences and occasionally awkward conversation as she is supremely talented at putting her foot in her mouth. Unlike the First of her Clan, Merrill, Moire's rarely embarrassed and finds such accidental digressions amusing.

On the negative side, though, Moire is selective about what interests her and ignores and dismisses anything that doesn't. She's respectful of Dalish tradition but finds it dull, an attitude that can infuriate her kin. She has unfeigned pity for her city-bound brethren, something some might find insulting. Moire is also just a touch too willing to kill her problems for the average Shemlen's comfort.

Appearance:
- Height and weight: 5'2", 115 lbs
- Hair: A wavy auburn
- Eyes: Golden, like a cat
- Other Description(Optional): Her Vallaslin are the same auburn color as her hair, gently drawn in dedication to Mythal, the Protector and All-Mother.

Motto/Favorite Quote: "Well, you do know what those who underestimate Lions always say, right? No? They scream 'Oh Maker, help me, I'm being mauled to death by a Lion'!"
Family/Relationship:
Father: Gamael
Mother: Sehra

Origin: Born into the Ghilain Clan, Moire grew up happily playing at the feet of her parents when the pair weren't out hunting for the Clan. When she manifested the ability to make plants grow at the age of seven, the Ghilain Clan Keeper elected to send her to the fading Sabrae Clan to help replenish that Clan's magic.

Apprenticed to its Keeper, Marethari, she found the lessons of history and elvish lore difficult, tedious and was an awful student. Like her parents, she yearned for the open forests, for the hunt and the chase rather than staying by the campfire. The freedom of her Clan meant her imprisonment. Despite her difficulties, Moire persevered in studying the Vir Atish'an and learned the basics of providing healing to her Clan as the way of peace would have her do.

In time, her inattentiveness meant the arrival of another Mage; Merrill from the Alerion Clan. Within a year, the other woman had succeeded Moire as First. This suited everyone, including Moire, who found the relative freedom of the Second exactly what she wanted. It left her free to study the only kind of magic she truly reveled in; shapechanging. For years, she studied the forms of the hawk, the bear and the halla. Her proudest moment came in mastering the shape of the famed Frostback Red Lion. At the same time, Moire learned to embrace the Vir Tanadhal, the Dalish Way of Three Trees followed by the Clan's hunters.

Moire's Clan recently settled near Kirkwall. With her magic, Moire found it simplicity itself to rove the human city in the guise of a hawk. In all the years her Clan had wandered the wilderness, Moire had never come so close to so many Shemlen. And so she adopted the form of a simple house cat and crept along their alleyways, atop their windows and beneath their feet as she marveled at all these strange Maker obsessed people had accomplished. Once chased by a certain Mabari Hound, the disguised Dalish chanced across the Hawke family as they sought to win their way out of poverty. She took the opportunity to spend a night and a day studying the oldest sister, her twin siblings and the mother and uncle who dwelled all together. Bored by the repetitive lifestyle of the Dalish, Moire decided following this specific family of Shemlen about would be much more interesting than being lectured again about the need to take her Clan responsibilities seriously.
Specialization: Shapeshifter
Shapes: Can become a Halla for travel, a hawk for surveying, a wolf for tracking and a house cat for sneaking around Shemlen cities. But Moire's favorite by far, without question, is the Red Lion.

Weapon: Claws! But if she must fight like a two legs, the mighty Tanaleth's Finger serves her well.

Armor:

theunderwolf · Sep 1, 2017

Full Name: Lacy McKay
Race: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Guard (Likely to become guard captain)
Class:Warrior
Personality:
Lacy is a good guy. She has an indomitable sense of justice, right and wrong that she will not be shaken from. She's no idealist though, she realizes the world is a huge mess and most of it is just genuinely evil. But she does believe that good exists and she strives every day to fight for it. Incredibly earnest and honest, she never comes off as fake or stuffy, she believes in things with all her heart. This thought process however, leads to a lot of black and white thinking. Lacy doesn't see grays. Something is right or wrong and nothing is in between. While she can turn a blind eye to bending some laws when its for the greater good, she will never completely break a rule once it is set. This indomitable paragon of law and right is an image she fully embraces, but it is not entirely built on the truth. Internally, Lacy is an anxious, stressed mess. Every life, every decision she ever makes weighs on her intensely and only her absolute determination to do the right thing keeps her from just hiding somewhere so she won't have to be on a pedestal anymore. While she is honest and forthright, she has trouble digesting and expressing more complex emotions and has trouble asking for any kind of help. Tends to fall in love really easily and act like a complete idiot when she does.
Appearance:

- Height and weight: 6'0, 160lbs
- Hair:Brown
- Eyes:Hazel
Motto/Favorite Quote: "I will stand against the tide for as long as I live, so others may stand behind me without fear."
Family/Relationship: Parents and husband: Dead
Origin: Born in Ferelden to a minor noble house, Lacy spent her childhood in relative comfort. To her fathers dismay, she took to the sword over the needle, but her mother encouraged it finding her an old night to be her teacher and plenty of sparring partners. She grew up strong and idealistic, idolizing figures like Sir Aveline and King Maric. Eventually after much begging her family got her a commission as an officer in the Ferelden army. There was a rough start, none of the common soldiers respected the delicate noble. But she proved herself to them in training when she put each and every one on the ground. Then again she proved herself in combat when she picked them back up again and led the unit through skirmish after skirmish. Always on the front lines until she was a hero to her men. Well her, and her love. Over the course of a year in service she fell in love with, and married her junior officer Wesley. Their honeymoon? Ostegar. Newly wed and honored by their achievements, they were assigned to the vanguard of the kings army. As the history went however, Ostegar didn't end well. The couple lost half their unit and found themselves cut off from the rest of the army. Over the next few weeks they lost man and woman to the blight until it was just Lacy and Wesley against the whole blight. Then they met the Hawke family, and Lacy suffered one final loss, as Wesley sacrificed himself to save them. Honoring her husbands memory, Lacy protected the family until the group arrived at Kirkwall. There lacy joins the guard to make a living, and despite herself, starts to make an impression.
Specialization: Champion:
Weapon: Long Sword and shield. lacy prefers longer bastard swords, not quite the massive two handed blades berserkers wield but longer and thicker then the average longsword. Additionally she wields a sturdy shield, though she has to replace them often due to the abuse they get.
Armor: Standard issue guard plate, only moderately expensive but well made and fit.

uhhhhmelissa · Sep 3, 2017

Full Name: Selanna

Race: Elven

Alias(Optional): Valoris

Age: Unknown, but in the young adult range

Gender: Female

Sexual orientation: Bisexuality

Occupation: Escaped Slave

Class: Warrior

Personality: Having no memories past a certain point messes with a person, and it definitely made Valoris less than cheerful. Especially when what few memories present were of tremendous pain both physically and mentally. Having been a slave in the mage ruled land of the Tevinter Emperium, she has a deep mistrust of mages. She had seen the corruption that magic unchecked could bring, the glowing lyrium markings in her skin a constant reminder. Despite this misanthropic view of the world, Valoris was a stalwart friend once her trust could finally be gained. She had her own code of honor, protecting slaves, women, and children with no regard to what the law actually had to say about it. After all, the law had said Denerius had been well within his rights to torture her as he pleased since she was his property. She abided what her gut said was just rather than society, which sometimes made her seem more cold and villainous than she intended to be. Her goal in life was to see her master dead, knowing he would never stop chasing her until he breathed his last. This obsession consumed her to the point where it truly was the only thing she lived for. She had no idea how to live as a free woman, or even how to be something as simple as happy.

Appearance:

- Height and weight: 6', 145 lbs

- Hair: silvery white

- Eyes: blue

- Other Description(Optional): glowing blue lyrium tattoos

Motto/Favorite Quote:
Family/Relationship: Her family is dead.

Origin: Selanna had started to have a normal upbringing in the alienage in Ferelden, but that changed one evening when a human smuggler slipped into the cramped residential area. Their tiny abode had been close to the entrance to the alienage, and children were the ones that garnered the highest price in Tevinter. Not the best of thieves, he accidentally alerted the girl's parents to his presence in their home. To silence them and keep his prize, he killed both of the adults and knocked the child out so she was easier to carry. The guards never discovered who had done this savage deed,and honestly..they didnt particularly care. In their minds, the knife ears had probably done it to one of their own.

The eight year old Selanna was sold for a large sum to a magister named Danarius, his intention to groom and twist the slave child into a symbol of his prestige and power, like a dragon on a leash. He kept her well fed and exercised as he continued testing to perfect his creation without killing her. When she was sixteen, he had finally done it. Ink made of lyrium was drilled into her skin in swirling, glowing patterns, the pain so terrible that it erased all previous memories of hers. Having survived the tattoos, Danarius deemed to give his possession a new name, Valoris. His little dragon, terrifying yet beautiful. The hatred that burned in her gaze as she was forced to sit at his side during all business dealings only added to the fierceness that her glowing blue tattoos gave. At first she fought to become free, but the magical torture, he didn't want to leave physical marks that would marr her appearance, taught her to be patient and bide her time for her escape.

This came as her master brought her along with him on a trip to meet with a few mages in the Free Marches. The caravan looked fancy enough to gain some attention, and a group of Talvashoth lurking in the mountains descended on the caravan, creating enough of a distraction for the slave to slip away. She didn't give a single look back, just ran as fast and as far as her legs would take her. After sneaking in to the city via a few smugglers who took the jeweled bracelets bearing Danarius' mark as payment, she began noticing a number of slavers hanging around a certain house in high town. It was her old master's, apparently, and that meant it had to be hers. She was going to eventually take every little thing he owned, and this was a great start. Purposely, she let fly around the rumor of a Tevinter escaped slave lurking near the house. This rumor reached Nello Hawke, who passed it on to his sister that something suspicious was going on. His hatred of slavers led him to insist that they at least checked it out. What they found was Valoris laying waste to the majority of the slavers, her great axe becoming leveled with them soon after since she thought that they were with the slavers. Once the matter was explained, however, Valoris begrudgingly forged an alliance with the Hawkes. She needed coin if she was going to decimate Danarius utterly, and the Hawkes could always use a skilled warrior to call upon.
Specialization: Tevinter Fugitive

Weapon: Greataxe

Armor: Dark green heavy armor with golden pauldrons

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