Fandom Dragon Age Inquisition (Plot Change)

[Cdario]

Your form looks good! Take your time

 

[Cdario]

I think it looks great! As for feedback I don't have any suggest that I can think of at the moment, thank you!

 

[Cdario]

UPDATE: At the top of each form, could the position the character applies to be added such as Inquisitor, OC companion, etc. (Does not apply to original game characters)

 

[JohnNeko]

Are you alright with me creating a character who is Elvehn (An elf originating from Elvehnan and having retained their immortality, like Abelas.)? I have a female mage character who went into uthenera as a child, and woke up centuries later to be found and taken in by a dalish clan.


(If not, I can alter her backstory a bit)


I'd love to play as an inquisitor and Cole. 3

 

[Cdario]

Go ahead be creative! (^.^)

 

[JohnNeko]

Character Sheet - Inquisitor

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Atisha Lavellan

General Information


Name: Atisha Lavellan


Pronunciation: Ah-tea-sha


Name Meaning: Peace/Peaceful


Gender: Female


Age: 29 waking years (true age unknown)


Titles: Inquisitor Lavellan


Birth Date: Sometime in the spring, Before the fall of the Elvhen homeland.


Birth Place: Elvhenan (somewhere in the area now known as Fereldan)


Dominant Hand: Right is her staff-wielding hand~


Astrological Sign: Pisces


Appearance

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Height: 5'9"


Weight: Don't you know not to ask a woman her weight? She has a very lithe frame.


Race: Elvhen (one of the elves who was born in Elvhenan)


Hair Color: Reddish Brown.


Hair Length: Chin length on her left side, becoming longer on the right. The longest portions of her hair come a bit past her collarbone. (see the drawings under the clothes section for a proper example of this)


Eye Color: Green.


Eyebrows: Dark reddish brown.


Health and Image


Diet: Prior to the inquisition, she primarily ate plants, fruits and nuts which she could find in the forest, only partaking in the flesh of an animal when the need was great and she knew the creature would not suffer for her sake. During/Post inquisition, she's adapted to eat whatever is provided, knowing that she has no room to be picky when she's part of a group.


Exercise: Most of her exercise comes from trekking the forest terrain and moving around both with and outside of the clan.


Running Speed: She runs like the Halla. Her movements are a little quicker than the average persons, but nothing outrageous. She's just used to being on her own, and has developed strong running ability.


Reflexes: She has very good reflexes, being able to duck under trees while she runs, or quickly regain her balance after tripping over rocks. Her spell casting agility is also good, and she can do basic defensive melee with her staff.


Abnormalities: She was born in Elvhenan, and was only a child when she went into uthenera at her parent's behest. Atisha maintained her race's immortality, and thus will not pass due to a life span coming to an end like it does for mortal races.


Vulnerabilities:


-Though she is no stranger to natural injury, the injuries caused in battle effect her more. Her status as a mage combined with her slight stature leaves her as an easy target if she is unable to avoid hits.


Imperfections:


-As someone not born in this time, she is a bit lost when it comes to social interaction and anything related to 'history' of the time she was in uthenera. This makes it harder for some people to relate to her, especially fancy orleasians who use her social disconnect to support their arguments that she is just some strange elven savage from the wilderness.


-She was too young to know the meaning behind Vallaslin as a child, so when she finds out the truth, she sees the markings on her face as a big imperfection.


Wardrobe: A pair of brown shorts, a green cowl necked tunic shirt with asymmetrical sleeves, shoes with openings for the heels and toes, so she is always in contact with the earth beneath her feet. (See my drawings)

Spoiler

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Accessories: A sash which doubles as small item storage, an arm band on her left arm, a bit below her sleeve.


Equipment: Her staff (pictured in the first drawing under the spoiler)


Amulets: Kitty's Collar


Scent: She has a strange smell of magic and the fade intertwined with the earthy smell of the forest.


Skin: Her skin is fair in color, and covered in freckles.


Scars: She has web-like scarring from the front of her left shoulder, wrapping around and going down her shoulder blade. She keeps it hidden from others.


Vallaslin: She has the most simplified version of Mythal's vallaslin, which is the color of dried blood.


Voice


Voice: Gentle and warm in tone.


Pitch: Middle range


Volume: average vocal volume, though it might seem quieter due to the gentler tone.


Laughter: Her laughter is very cheerful with little snorts and breathyness.


Psychology


Languages: Elvhen (though she keeps this fact hidden to prevent suspicion), Common Tongue.


Memory: She has a good memory, especially in regards to things that interest her.


Temperament: Atisha has difficulty completely trusting others and her cautiousness can seem rude to some. She cares deeply for all natural things (the fade included). She tends to keep to herself but once she opens up to others, she is a friendly and valuable ally.


Learning Style: A combination of study and experience.


Instincts: Her instincts are nature and self preserving. If asked a question, she will speak honestly without realizing that in the current society, her words might offend or cause issues.


Philosophy


Religion: Religion is a complicated thing for her. She believes in the creators, but values true knowledge above these beliefs and thus when challenged, she will accept the facts.


Spirit Animal: Hanal'ghilan ; The golden halla. They are herd animals by nature, but Hanal'ghilan is known to travel on it's own only to unite with the Dalish in their time of need. Much like her going off on her own to pursue knowledge, only to unite with the inquisition because of the breach.


Morality: Life of all forms is precious, so she only takes it when necessary.


Etiquette: In the eyes of the orlesian court, her lack of proper social etiquette is appalling.


Attitude: The two most important things in her opinion are the pursuit of knowledge, and preserving life. Though she is a positive and friendly person, if either are threatened she becomes very serious.


Character


Priorities: Obtain knowledge of the past, Protect lives, Save the world...the usual.


Self Confidence: She is confident in her abilities, though before joining the inquisition, she was scared to display her magic, as the keeper of the clan that took her in had made her feel like her gift was a curse during the blight.


Motivation: Finding out just what happened to her people while she was asleep all those centuries.


Quirks:


-Magic faintly forms at her fingertips when she's anxious.


-Becoming excited when she finds relics of the past, especially if they are elven.


-Getting tunnel vision when it comes to reading. She becomes so engrossed that it's hard for those outside to pull her attention away.


Hobbies: Traveling in pursuit of relics and ruins that might contain knowledge lost to the ages.


Worries:


-That she won't be good enough to keep the people she cares about safe


-That the world might not be savable.


Worst Nightmare: Being powerless to do anything when so much is at stake.


Regrets: She regrets not knowing what happened to her parents after she went into uthenera.


Pet Peeves: People who follow blindly, even when contradictory knowledge is right under their noses.


Generosity: She is not a material person, so all she has to give is knowledge. It frustrates her that some people will not accept knowledge if it differs from what they previously knew. She also knows that knowledge can be a weapon in the wrong hands, so she is careful with whom she imparts important information.


Honesty: Atisha keeps things to herself, but isn't one to lie. She will either stay quiet, or be completely honest even if the situation calls for feigning ignorance.


Loyalty: She is loyal to those who earn her trust and friendship.


Insecurities: She is nervous that if anyone were to find out that she is Elvhen, they might treat her differently.


Reliability: She is a reliable ally in battle and it someone who can be trusted to do what she promises to.


Common...


Compliments: "You look...nice?" "I'm glad you've got my back."


Farewells: "May your steps be swift on your journey", "Farewell...", "May you walk with Fen'Harel's blessing" (She was never sure why the dalish were insulted by that last one)


Greetings: "Andaran atish’an" (formal), "Aneth ara" (socialable, only with close ones)


Insults: "Dirthara-ma" (translates to "May you learn")


Mood: Inquisitive.


Words: Fade, Magic, Elvhen, Understand, History, Truth


Preferences


Likes: Learning, Nature, Magic, Spending time near others.


Dislikes: Pointless destruction, Anger, Stuffy social situations (aka, most times in Orlais)


Combat


Immunities: immune to moves that cause knockback.


Strengths: Distance attacking, agility


Weaknesses: Being attacked up close, Being attacked in the middle of spellcasting.


Specialty: Storm Magic (later, Rift Magic)


Signature Moves: Energy Barage, Chain Lightning (later Veilstrike)


Special Attack: Static Cage (later Firestorm)


Social


Mother: Hallana


-Her mother had the same red brown hair as her own which cascaded down the woman's back, but she found it more beautiful when paired with her mother's warm brown eyes and gentle smile. Her singing voice is what Atisha remembers the most fondly.


Father: Athim


-Her father had sharper features which only softened when he gazed at his wife. He had alert green eyes and sandy blond hair which was kept short, but not styled in any particular fashion. A bow always rested against his back, ready to defend his family.


Siblings: none


Close Friends: ???


Friends: ???


Allies: The Inquisition


Acquaintances: ???


Rivals: ???


Romance


Love Interests: Solas


Orientation: Straight


Significant Other: currently none


Turnons: Those who care deeply, minds which can accept change


Turnoffs: Those who follow blindly


Reactions (Can Change)


Angry: She becomes tense and the warmth in her vocal tone becomes darker.


Anxious/Nervous: Twinkles of magic form at her fingertips.


Criticized: She's likely to avert her eyes, but accept the criticism.


Depressed: She would isolate herself, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them as she hides her face.


Embarrassed: Her voice becomes a bit quieter, cheeks pink and she turns her face away.


Excited: Her voice becomes a bit louder and she feels the need to explain her excitement to those around her.


Offended: Similar to criticism, she will likely bare it.


Praised: She feels her chest swell with happiness and makes eye contact.


Sad: Slowly closes her eyes, willing her tears to stay away until a more convenient timing.


Stressed: Similar to anxious/nervous, but she also closes her eyes, her jaw becomes tense and she tries to take deep breaths to calm down.


Biography


This may contain minor spoilers for those who haven't completed DAI





When Atisha was young her parents did all they could to keep her from ever knowing a life of slavery, having been slaves to one of the elven gods and escaping themselves.


Eventually they were cornered, knowing there was no hope of escape. None but each other knew about their child's birth. And so they found a cave, nestled in the trees and hid Atisha. It was a huge risk to send someone into Uthenera, especially one whose whole life was still ahead of them. Many never woke from the slumber. But to be forever in the land of dreams was better than to be enslaved for eternity.


Knowing their child may never wake, they held her tight, only letting themselves grieve when her tiny little eyes were closed. Her mother kissed her hair and softly sang the same lullaby she sang to Atisha every night. This would be the last time she would sing to her child. The last time she would hold her in her arms. Gaining courage, the couple grasped each other's hands before dashing into the woods.


Their pursuers had been gaining on them. It would be any day before the pair were caught. So they would spend their last brief days running together. Running as fast as their tired muscles would allow. Not caring if their clothing tore or their feet were cut open from funning over jagged rock and sharp foliage.


---


The small girl did as her parents asked. Rubbing her earthy green eyes, she looked up at the pair.


Her mother was more beautiful to her than the many statues they passed. Her red brown hair, the same color as her own, seemed much more beautiful when paired with warm brown eyes and her mother's gentle smile. The woman's hair cascaded down her back, spilling over her shoulders when she would sit and sing the songs of their people.


In contrast, her father's features were much more sharp. Alert green eyes which seemed to notice everything around them, sandy blond hair kept short but not styled in any particular fashion. The only time he didn't appear sharp was when he looked at mother. Like his edges became softer by her influence. Maybe that was what love looked like?


Atisha's small freckled hands gripped the ends of her tunic. Her father said there was no need to be afraid. That plenty of people woke up from this really long sleep. That it would be just like a nap. But she had learned how people's bodies needed to be looked after. What would happen if nobody was watching out for her as she slept?


She squeezed her eyes shut and listened to her mother's song. The words seemed more sad than usual. Atisha prayed that someone would keep her safe. That someone had enough compassion to keep her alive. That her short eight years of life wouldn't be the only ones she got to live out.


A strange feeling of comfort came over her. Like a blanket being draped over her, or a warm whisper letting her know that everything would be alright.


The melody of her mother's song began to fade into the same haze as her consciousness. 'This is it' she thought to herself, feeling both of her parents cradling her small form in their arms.


Then she awoke again. The sound of hooved animals could be heard approaching. She panicked, willing her aching body to move but she felt so tired...


Finally managing to get herself to her feet, she stumbled out of the cave and onto the grass. The earth felt strange beneath her feet, like it was sick or maybe it was just hard from how cold the air was. She could have sworn it was summer when she layed down for her nap. Atisha rubbed her bare arms, hoping to produce any warmth she could.


Voices speaking in a language she did not understand joined the hoof beats. Wait...some of the words were Elven. Perhaps a different version of the language was spoken by this group.


"Ma Halani." Words formed at her lips, desperate to be understood. "Souveri...Taren." struggling the words to explain her fatigue, she did all she could. Being small, Atisha hoped they might attribute her lack of understanding of their language to her age, or having been on her own.


A woman dismounted her halla, one hand on her bow as she looked around to see if their was any threat. The woman's eyes softened and her hand rested atop the young girl's hair. She was a part of a Dalish hunting party, and took the poor thing with her to their camp.


Her keeper was a fair man. He was not nessicarily what one might call warm, but he was kind in his own ways, doing what he could for the people of clan Lavellan.


---


The day Atisha recieved her Vallaslin, she was nervous. It was apparently some sort of 'coming of age' tradition for Dalish clans. She couldn't remember much of what her parents told her about the creators aside from the fact that they had immense power. From what she heard the Dalish say though, gods having a great amount of power seemed normal.


Vallaslin was done in a special ritual. The ink was mixed with her own blood and became the color of dried blood. How others had green or blue markings was baffling, though she supposed it might have to do with the ink their blood had been mixed with.


Each elf's markings were a tribute to one of the gods of the elven pantheon.A reminder of those who look out for us all. The ink almost burned as it touched her cheek. But she would not cry out. She would be seen as weak, unworthy of being an adult. So she endured. Cheeks marked, the keeper moved to gather more ink when a bolt of lightning struck Atisha's shoulder. The blast knocked the keeper back, as well as the ink mixture, which seeped into the earth.


She cried out, clutching her smoking left shoulder before hissing and pulling her hand back again. The keeper hurried back to acess her injuries, tearing her shirt to reveal a web of angry red skin over her shoulder, upper arm, and part of her back.


The first met with them, her eyes widening when she saw what had happened. Though she and the keeper both kept Atisha's scarring incident a secret, it was only a matter of time before the clan became tense and avoided her.


When the blight hit ferelden, she was asked to leave the clan. The official reasoning was to prevent too many mages from being in the clan, but she knew it had to do with the tensions between the clan and her 'curse' as they called it. So the nineteen year old journeyed off on her own with a bow on her back to prevent the suspicion of travelers she might come across.


She spent her days seeking out knowledge in ancient ruins until news of the conclave reached her and she journeyed there in order to satisfy her curiosity.

Spoiler

 

[JohnNeko]

Canon Companion

Name: Cole


Age: appears in his early 20s


Race: Human, Spirit


Fighting Style: Dagger wielding rogue


Sexual Orientation: Undiscovered (as Cole is not more human nor spirit as of yet, and has not thought of that sort of thing.)


Friends: --

 

[NecroKnight]

I am planning of joining too.

 

[NecroKnight]

Traitor Inquisitor

General Information


Name: Arakon Ambros


Pronunciation: A-hra-kon Am-bros


Name Meaning: Night Watchman


Other Names: High Priest Nokara


Gender: Male


Age: Unknown


Titles: Inquisitor (Traitor/High Priest of Lusacan; Old God)


Birth Date: -350 Ancient


Birth Place: Old Tevinter


Dominant Hand: Right


Astrological Sign: Libra


Catchphrase: Don't fear the darkness.


Appearance


Picture:

Height: 5" 9' tall


Weight: 220 lbs


Race: Human


Hair Color: Black


Hair Length: Short


Eye Color: Green


Eyebrows: Trimmed


Facial Hair: Stubble


Health and Image


Diet: Anything that is fine made and deliciously seasoned.


Exercise: Not much of a exercise-man.


Maximum Load: 15 lbs


Running Speed: Isn't much of a running man; uses magic-support incase they do need to run long miles.


Reflexes: About the average reaction of an armed knight.


Abnormalities: His eyes seem to be a Fade-green, having been called of glowing.


Vulnerabilities: Can be easily coated into a fight.


Imperfections: A tiny scar, on the right side of his face.


Wardrobe: Contains the latest fashion, from each part of the world.


Accessories: Old black-ring.


Equipment: Drake-skin, leather armor.


Amulets: An old, dragon-like amulet.


Scent: Smells of fine wine.


Scars: One long scar on his back.


Voice


Voice: Pleasant and charming.


Pitch: Calm and deep.


Volume: Doesn't go beyond, simple chat-volume. Doesn't yell much.


Laughter: A simple, noble chutter.


Psychology


Languages: Is very educated, knows most of the Known World' languages. Including a little Qun.


Memory: Remembers much of everything, but is easy to forget their meaning or use of them.


Temperament: Balanced, yet has a habit of getting into a quarrel, usually wins those.


Learning Style: Likes to be self-sufficient and practical.


Instincts: Goes with the flow of the practicality, tested theories and pragmatism. Doesn't poke the dragon, cause its has been known and tested to be dangerous.


Philosophy


Religion: None


Spirit Animal: Dragon


Morality: Good and Evil aren't. Its only Balance and Chaos.


Etiquette: Clever, charming and a peacemaker.


Attitude: Likes to be the middle-man, able to make fair judgements and later laze around, when the job is done.


Character


Priorities: Finish the Goal of the Rift.


Self Confidence: He makes-up with the knowledge, that he is smarter than everybody else.


Motivation: Balance


Quirks: Despite being intelligent, he likes to play lazy-bones usually. He has an usually obsession with dragons, despite his fear of fire.


Hobbies: Gardening.


Desires: Eliminate the Blight.


Worries: All the effort his goal was for nothing.


Worst Nightmare: Return of the Old Gods.


Regrets: Causing the First Blight and Fall of the Old Ones.


Pet Peeves: Teaching idiots.


Phobias: Fire.


Generosity: He would offer both money and wisdom, if need be.


Honesty: His concept of honesty, is white lies upon to save face.


Loyalty: Despite the past, he isn't one to stab friends in the back.


Insecurities: The final act of his task, won't be accepted by his new friends.


Reliability: He is quick and a smart - and always has an answer ready to help.


Common...


Compliments: "A wise choice." "Smart as me." "Good thinking."


Farewells: "Safe travels." "Good hunting."


Greetings: "Greetings." "Good to see you." "Copper for your thoughts?"


Insults: "Dragon' poo." "Fried snack."


Mood: Pleasant


Words: Amandu' Nor Maya Mu-kin - Ignorance is Death.


Preferences


Likes: Intelligent individuals, jokes, practical-minded.


Dislikes: Idiots, mob-logic, faith.


Combat


Immunities: Demons seem to unaffect him. Both their physical and mental.


Strengths: He is very effective against demons, even the strongest seems to have a slight fear of him.


Weaknesses: He is above average, in dealing with the usual opponents.


Specialty: Knight-Enchanter


Signature Moves: Spirit Blades and Fade Shield


Special Attack: Spiritual Purge


Social


Mother: --


Father: --


Siblings: --


Close Friends: None remain.


Friends: --


Allies: --


Acquaintances: Corypheus, the Architect, former High Priests.


Rivals: --


Romance


Love Interests: ---


Orientation: Straight


Significant Other: --- (Wishes for one)


Turnons: Intelligent, charming, teasing.


Turnoffs: Brutality, idiocy, fake-smarts.


Reactions (Can Change)


Angry: Becomes defensive in both his words and actions.


Anxious: Starts tapping his fingers against his side.


Criticized: Same as Offended.


Depressed: Same as Sad.


Embarrassed: Likes to facepalm, in such events to hide his shame.


Excited: ---


Nervous: Same as Anxious. With the additive of starting to rub his chin.


Offended: Likes to offend back, with a minor embarrassing detail about his opponent.


Praised: Plays it off to being easy, and natural with his intelligence.


Sad: Becomes closed off, and starts talking to himself.


Stressed: ---


Biography


Arakon or in Ancient times going by Nokara was a High Priest of the Old Gods. Namely that of Lusacan, the Night one. He was there, when the breach of the Gold City happened - and what it really was.


He knows what the Old Gods were, and in-general what the Fade hides in its truth. He has been cursed by the Taint millenia ago - but his affliction being internal, rather than external. He has lived for years, trying to fix the mistakes of the past.


But even he, has seen the future coming into motion, and that the world in its current state could not survive it. As thus, with a former afflicted friend - the plan in Haven was realized. Corypheus got his wish, and Nokara got time to prepare in the Fade - until he was released back into the world.

 

[Cdario]

Both accepted! I'll add information later today.

 

[NecroKnight]

@Cdario


My horrible, betraying and also with a symphatetic reason High Priest/Inquisitor is ready.

 

[Cdario]

Hahahaha

 

[JohnNeko]

I've read the book that Cole came from (which came out in 2011), and really adore him as a character. So I'm excited to rp as both him and my OC~

 

[CodextheBoffin]

After having spent twenty minutes looking for a suitable dragon age roleplay I made an account here just for this one. Definitely looking forward to it. Will have to make my form for my lovely Elf son later, but like I said I am definitely looking forward to this.

 

[Cdario]

Great! I had done the same, and actually ended up making this one

 

[Cdario]

Could everyone make their forms into macros(Accordion/slide)? It'd make the pages shorter and easier to navigate through. Thanks!

 

[NecroKnight]

Accordions? Macros?


Not understanding here...

 

[wichtlein]

Accordions? Macros?
Not understanding here...

Site - RpNation - BBcode Guide this post shows you how to do them!

 

[Cdario]

Ah, thanks Prouvaire! My explanation would've been a tad confusing ( )

 

[JohnNeko]

Did it for my Inquisitor (not for Cole though, since his CS is so short)


@Cdario will you be adding other people's characters to the post on the first page, so new people know what slots are still up for grabs? :3

 

[Cdario]

Oh yes! Im working on it in a new tab right now (o'v'o)

 

[NecroKnight]

Confused more than before. On how to do that stuff...

 

[JohnNeko]

Character Name

@NecroKnight you can take this and put your info between it. (by hitting quote then reply, and copying the info above)

 

[NecroKnight]

Uhuh...


And the code for that being?


I read through it. But it doesn't say clearly - on insert this and receive that.

 

[JohnNeko]

that's why I suggest hitting the +quote and Reply buttons beneath my previous post, which will put what I typed into the comment area for you, which would show you what the typed out code is. (since me typing the code just creates the code)