spacepanda
Galaxy Elf Extraordinaire
Dragon Age II: Exodus
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Dragon Age II: Exodus
spacepanda
Galaxy Elf Extraordinaire
Valowyn Maren
Nicknames / Aliases: Val, Wynnie
Spot Taken: Varric
Race: Elf
Gender and/or Sex: Female
Age: 25
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Height: 5'2"
Appearance Other: The photos provided show Val's casual wear when not fighting.
Class: Rogue
Weapon: Recurve Bow (See Below)
Current Occupation: Owner of 'Uncharted Realms / Mercenary
Current Goals: Fund the Deep Road Expedition and open up a Weaponry Shop.
Personality: Val attempts to remain optimistic, but to tends to be sarcastic and quick to temper if someone disrespects her or her friends. Regardless of her usual demeanor, she enjoys a good laugh and will never say no to friendly mischief.
Relationships / Family: Valowyn has one older brother named Fionn and a waifish girl named Elaena whom she cares for and employs.
Val's parents moved to Kirkwall when they were young with the hope of opening a business. After some time they opened a Bookstore named Uncharted Realms, which still stands to this day. It wasn't too long after that Fionn and Valowyn were born, and business was good for many years until rising tensions in the city caused book sales to dwindle. By the time Val turned 13 the family was deep in debt and her father had taken heavily to drink. At age 15 her father passed away; driven to grief her mother turned to lyrium consumption. Quickly becoming addicted to the substance, the family's debt grew even larger and her mother's health began to rapidly decline. Her elder brother, Fionn, had always been immature, so Val knew it was now solely up to her to take care of the family. Even after joining up with a mercenary band for additional work, Valowyn still wasn't able to keep the family's financial situation in control (mostly due to her mother's crippling addiction.)
At age 17 her mother died of an overdose, leaving Valowyn and Fionn both devastated and the new owners of Uncharted Realms. Without the cost of lyrium to bring the family further in debt, Val and Fionn were finally able to get their lives on track, but it did not last long. After a couple of years of good living, Fionn fell in with a bad crowd and turned to lyrium for recreational use; at age 19 Valowyn was forced to go back to Mercenary work. It was at this same time she met and fell in love with a Dalish girl from a clan that was camping nearby. They enjoyed a six-month whirlwind romance which only ended in abandonment and despair for Val. With the stress of caring for her brother (who was now always up to no good) and her recent heartache, Val decided to focus entirely on making connections through constant hard work.
Now 25, Valowyn is well known and is placing all her efforts on accruing enough money to fund an expedition into the Deep Roads with the hopes of scoring big to settle her debts and get a fresh start in life.
Other: Her guilty pleasure is drinking- whiskey to be specific. While not necessarily either a horrible or embarrassing pass-time, her family's history with substance abuse leaves her feeling guilty if she allows herself to drink to excess.
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spacepanda
Galaxy Elf Extraordinaire
"X"
Nicknames / Aliases: None Known
Spot Taken: Fenris
Race: Human
Gender and/or Sex: Male
Age: Unknown (Estimated Late 20's - Early 30's)
Eye Color: Steel Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6'1"
Appearance Other: He is covered in a series of Lyrium tattoos (See Below)
Weapon: Partisan Polearm (See Below)
Current Goals: To hide his trail from his former Master, Aurelius, and gain freedom.
Personality: Used to a life of slavery, X tends to be reserved and quiet, still not used to speaking his mind. He has many opinions but he generally chooses not to voice them unless asked, feeling he will only make a fool of himself.
Relationships / Family: None Known
History: X doesn't know much about his past; the first memory he can recall is being strapped down and forcibly tattooed and injected with lyrium by a man with onyx-black eyes and a woman with unruly blonde hair. That man turned out to be his Master, Aurelius, and his apprentice, Clara, whom he then served for over a decade. When an attack on Ventus by the Qunari separated X from his Aurelius, he traveled with a group of other abandoned or 'misplaced' slaves towards the Silent Plains where most of the group had plans to escape to Nevarra. The group was found by the use of blood magic, however, just outside the city of Solas and X was returned. His eyes now opened to the possibility of life outside of slavery, he escaped at the first opportunity and has been on the run for the last three years.
Other: Fearing that he may once again be subjected to a loss of memory, X keeps a journal which he uses weekly. Although he cannot read or write, he has a natural talent for art and instead categorizes his thoughts in sketches, drawings, and symbols which he can look upon later.
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The Silent Z
Just Here
Adolphus Vallen
Nicknames / Aliases: (Doesn't have one yet/Can't think of any)
Spot Taken: Aveline
Race: Human
Gender and/or Sex: Male
Age: 32
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Red/Brown
Height: 6'0
Appearance Other: Adolphus has a scar on his right cheek along the bone and to the side of his right eye that reaches above his brow, due to a past encounter with darkspawn at Ostagar.
Class: Warrior
Weapon: Sword & Shield
Armor: Leather woven plate armor with fur
Romantic and/or Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Current Occupation: Guardsman
Current Goals: Destroy Political corruption, right the wrongs, clean up Kirkwall. Help Hawke to whom he believes holds the key to balance in Kirkwall. (No pressure of course)
Personality: Complicated. Adolphus appears as straightforward and honest to all that know him and some that even know him well. He doesn't show weakness or vulnerability easily, doesn't avoid confrontation but welcomes it, yet in truth he's a surprisingly deep man and a thinker. He's a subtle tactician with a outer front that seems aggressive and brash yet doesn't end in distaster as often as one would think. Thus he is considered lucky by most he works with and pisses off most of his superiors in the process. Often beloved by his men/women/guards left in his charge and even those outside it due to his ways of handling business and willingness to disobey orders if the time calls for it, sometimes saving lives by doing so.
He cares for people, cares For his charges and friends.... Sometimes too much as he is very overprotective and methodical in ways of ensuring the safety of others. Even if his aggressive and brash tactics don't seem like it. He take so calculated risks at the times he find some them right and well timed.
But this work centric behavior leaves little room for himself. Adolphus doesn't socialize as often a small his friends, or as well. He hasn't had a relationship or tried since Ava and gives off one excuse after another for why he doesn't. While claiming strongly he's dealt with that part of his life long ago.
He's fair-minded but believes things cannot be rushed. Progression must be given time for all to turn out well and with the fewest consequences. Which can lead him to defending his stance on the circle and mages even though he claims to support their cause..... especially difficult considering his former life and training as a Templar.
Also can be secretive and withholding fin he feels I necessary. Especially when it concerns his own troubles and regrets, lost loves and problems. Quite helpful to others, but not so much himself, thus he buries himself in work and seeking perfection at keeping those around him safe.
Relationships / Family:
Raphael A' Vallen (Father)
Minerva Vallen (Mother)
Mikel Vallen (Brother)
Ava Wesley (Lover)
WIP
History:
(From the journal of Adolphus Vallen)
Dragon's peak in Fereldan was called home once upon a time... It seems so long ago now, playing as a young child out in the roaming fields of the bannorn thats heraldry always looked like a crescent moon turned and worn like a crown over three stars. I couldn't recall a more simple and joyous time, so innocent and free, life was easier back then learning structure am done being kept busy with chores, yet allowed to play until a certain age when more is expected of you. My father was a exiled chevalier from where else but Orlais.... I was never told why he came to Fereldan of all places but was glad he did as home never felt more right. He would place me in the very difficult training he once went through as a chevalier recruit, as soon I could lift a blade he did start me upon the path alongside my brother who was a tad older and bigger then myself.
But disappointment only followed in comparison to the treatment he showed my brother. There was no denying Mikels taking to the ruthless training was superior to my own yet that wouldn't stop my mouth nor my presence from showing and working towards surpassing my elder sibling. Eventually it became contentious leading to my journey through the chantry..... I was to become a Templar. A odd acceptance that was truly out of the ordinary for how ways are conducted by the chantry and its order, but my skills were acceptable and somewhat advanced for my age, due to the training received thus I was taken and allowed to further my path as a knight..... The only redemption my father could accept for his viewed failure.... that man would plague my thoughts for many a year, never could I please him and live up to his expectations... But never the less I shall digress and discontinue with the wining and self pity.
Life as a Templar wasn't too grand, I learned much about history and religion, the maker and much they'd have you know, a cherished gift as I look back now and see what all they gave me. I continued my martial training of course and saw the true tactics needed to survive such a life. But overall it was hard, seeing up close how some treated mages, watching the harrowing and what must be done should they bring a demon with them or take too long....
They aren't even given proper time and alertness to undergo such a task and no knowledge prior to can be allowed. The mages truly deserved better, but still the risk of demons halts humanity and fairness just harbors fear and paranoia. Mutual understanding and support seemed so simple a option for both sides but like politics it never was a true reality to accept and partake. It was a compromise after all, a middle ground in which to meet, no, progress I learned is only successful through time and hardship.... only then can healing and advancement of peace come about as progress overtakes the scars of yesterday. Though we shall never forget if one such day shall come....
Moving forward..... I broke the rules today, I allowed a Mage outside of the circle to get some air, I didn't have the authority I'm told to allow such a thing especially when the Mage was already told no by another. They were so young, just a child, was it so bad to let them wander for a bit outside and be a child for a time? I am coming to detest this life. But I must remain.....
I met a woman today, Ava Wesley, she was reassigned to the tower earlier this week.... I mustn't admit this but she is breathtaking, I feel my cheeks grow red in her presence and my smile cannot be helped... I feel such a fool around her yet I don't seem to mind nor does she apparently.
Ava and I have come to work together often, talking and sharing experiences in our lives. I see now, beauty is deeper then i could have ever known, she has a hard time like I do with how mages are treated by some here. I think her soul is where a true beauty is found so easily beyond just her looks. People treasure the physical appeal and pleasures of the flesh, something one could achieve by selection and a bit of silver at the pearl in denerim.... But a beauty is more then flesh and curves, it cannot be bought, its the soul and personality of someone... the man or woman themselves.... something that is far more difficult to find.
Ava and I have resigned our posts, I'm not entirely sure that it's possible or allowed to resign. Aren't we married to the maker and vows or something? I seem to have forgotten and part of me doesn't care. We've left the tower began a life together outside of the chantry and Templar order. We joined the kings army shortly before the news of a horde and new blight broke and king Cailen gathered his forces. I followed him to ostagar while Ava took assignment away from the battle we'd soon have fought.
Days have past I couldn't say how many a small I've lost count, but the nights are growing colder..... The men have lost some hope even as Cailen does his best to rally and assure them. He's done well to keep them under his banner yet it's Loghain I hear who shall win us the day.... hopefully our king lives to see this battle won and a war ended before it can truly begin like the legends tell of days past.
The.... this so called General and hero abandoned us. He didn't answer the call that he alone designed to be signaled at a certain time. We were over taken by the darkspawn horde and, and.... King Cailen didn't make it, a ogre crushed his corpse like a twig and Duncan too.... that warden, he avenged the king but died by a force of hurlocks and their leader with an axe the size of an average man. I shall not forget all those who died and hopefully... more then I'm aware made it out, maker, I tried to help them all..... all those i saw breathing and stirring in the aftermath, I tried my best I swear it...... but I fear it wasn't enough. Perhaps my father was right?
Ava, maker, I nearly forgot my love.... I must find her and get her somewhere safe........
I found Ava, She came as soon as she heard... turned from her duty to come look for me...... Maker has she lost her bloody mind? She could be killed. But least we are together now and can move away from the horde a small they move across Fereldan and towards the capital, least I imagine the beasts will head there eventually as the young look to sweep across the land and sicken the ground and air they walk and shall breathe.
Entry delayed..... I couldn't.... maker why her..... I should have done more or be the one lying dead now. It started with a scattering of fires burning and corpses laying amongst the fallen outside lothering and not far enough from ostagar and dead the korcari wilds. We met a small host of people, the Hawke family.... we fought off darkspawn together and despite our Templar insignias emblazoned still upon our post Templar armor, showing a slight hint of our past. Not to mention Ava still carried her Templar shield. Despite some hesitations out of concern for their Mage sibling, we joined together as the darkspawn were far more pressing a threat and a few more blades and staves would be welcomed here as the darkspawn scum pursue us. (Tear stains upon the page proves unable clearly read the rest of this entry)
I'm not sure how I could live after what I've done.... The taint was killing her slowly, torturing her with such pain.... it would have been a far worse death.... she said I must and so did Hawke and that Flemeth.... I couldn't but I did, I had to kill, stick a dagger in the chest of my love... a broken heart doesn't begin to describe...... (Tears once again stain this page)
We've been taken to gwaren then toward Kirkwall. The Hawke family finally got into the city after some "errands" and bribing some palms with the coin of "Name here" that'd we work off over the course of a year. I still can't believe they'd take me in as part of the group accepted into the city. But they did. I shall not forget that kindness nor do less then acceptable at repaying a debt.
After a year in Kirkwall and debt repaid.... I joined the guard. I hoped to make change but my teachings of experience and observation during my youth came to remind me that progress takes time though it doesn't still my efforts. I work tirelessly to ensure things our done properly and bribes do not become a growing and common thing like it has before me and seemingly all around. Which reminds me, I must check on Hawke and his family.... I won't allow their safety to come into question. I think Hawke is becoming aware of my checks..... I believe she might be getting a little annoyed by it. But least they are safe and I can rest a bit easier in knowing that..... though perhaps a thank you would be nice? Not that I'd want it just something i do... but still my hearts in the right place and I am keeping tabs or in touch... that's what we do is it not? For those we care about?
.............. (entry delay, progress not yet achieved)
Other:
Speaks Orleasian (Fathers nationality/heritage)
Speaks Kings Tongue/common tongue
Formerly a Templar in Fereldan
Absolutely cannot stand knight commander Meredith
Likes the viscount well enough but sees him as a weak leader and has come to understand the true power behind the crown of Kirkwall. Which only furthers his growing restlessness, stress and loathe for a certain person and how things are done.
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A P P R O V A L
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"Adriane Hawke"
"Carver"
"Valowyn Maren"
"Anders"
"Isabela"
"Merrill"
"X"
"Sebastian"Approval Guide
| 0 - 1 Loathing | 2 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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Hawke
Accidents Don't Happen Accidentally!!
Champion Hawke
Name: Adriane Hawke
Nicknames / Aliases: Hawke, Champion
Spot Taken: Hawke
Race: Human
Gender and/or Sex: Female
Age: 28
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'8"
Appearance Other: None
Class: Warrior
Weapon: Sword
Armor: Shown Below
Romantic and/or Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Current Occupation: Refugee
Current Goals: Money, Staying alive, keeping her family alive.
Personality: Likes to have a good time but knows when to get serious, always has a plan B.
Relationships / Family: Sister, Brother, Mother, and Near-Death Experiences
History: Lived in Lothering during the Fifth Blight in Ferelden, escaping the darkspawn attack by fleeing north to the Free Marches.
Other:
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A P P R O V A L
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Approval Guide
Valowyn Maren - 50
Adolphus Vallen - 50
"X"- 50
"ANDERS" - 50
"FENRIS" - 50
"MERRILL" - 50
| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Lucky Laki Malakis
Theodore Vael
Nicknames / Aliases: Theo
Spot Taken: Sebastian
Race: Human
Gender and/or Sex: Male
Age: 27
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 6ft 2in
Appearance Other: N/A
Class: Mage
Weapon: (See Below)
Romantic and/or Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Current Occupation: ex mercenary.
Current Goals: Gain revenge for his families death, reclaim his throne.
Personality: A casual humorous demeanor hides a devoted and pained man trying to do what is best forn his family, faith and people.
Relationships / Family:
Father, mother, one younger brother and two younger sisters (all deceased)
History:
To the royal family of Starkhaven, Theodore's birth was a god sent. The Prince and Princess have been trying for years for a child but were faced with miscarriages and still birth. Aside from the emotional strain of it, it had it but their rule into question. With Theodore's birth they had secured their position or so they thought. The miracle turned sour when Theodore as a child showed signs of magical ability, meaning he was likely to be taken away by the templars to the circle. They could not allow that so kept his magical ability a secret.
So that is how Theodore grew up, hiding what he was while he was trained to be a Prince. He learned swordfighting and ruling while he was secretly tutored by an apostate to control his magical abilities. It was a hard carefully regulated life with little time for recreation. When his teenage years came he rebelled for more freedom but by than his family had already grown with several new sibling. His family no longer needed to tolorate the young hier as they had now spares. Unable to sent him to the circle as it risked discovery of their attempt to hide him. Instead they send him away to be mercenary group with a good reputation.
He enjoyed the mercenary life, though it took him a little time to get used it. The action and adventure was exhilarating and exciting, he was also allowed to indulge more than he ever did in Starkhaven. It also allowed him to experiment more with his magical ability when he could get away with it. He was almost caught out once or twice using magic but his boss was happy enough to look the other way if kept Theodore as effective as he was. It was the comradery he enjoyed in particular, to the band he was no prince but one of the soldiers so it was easier to make friends. Particularly with a recent hire known as Hawke. He almost wished he could stay a mercenary for ever.
However he soon recieved news that shocked him to his core. His family was assassinated and there was an attempt on his own life as well. Feeling somewhat responsible, he deserted the mercenary group in secret and went on the hunt for those responsible. This eventually led him to Kirkwall.
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A P P R O V A L
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"Adriane Hawke"
"Carver"
"Valowyn Maren"
"Adolphus Vallen"
"Anders"
"Isabela"
"Merrill"
"X"
Approval Guide
| 0 - 1 Loathing | 2 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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RikuXIII
Random Schemer
Vergil Hawke
Nicknames / Aliases:
Statius: Alive
Spot Taken: Carver
Race: Human
Gender and/or Sex: Male
Age: 22 years
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: dirty blond
Height: 5'10"
Appearance Other: none
Class: Rogue
Weapon:
Act 1;
Armor:
Romantic and/or Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Current Occupation: Refugee
Current Goals: Survival. Protect his siblings.
Personality: Cunning, manipulative, loyal, seemingly laid back, musical, charming when he wants to be, and sarcastic.
Relationships / Family: Adriane Hawke (older sister), Abbagail Hawke (twin sister), Leandra Hawke ("mother")
History: Born and raised in Lothering, Vergil spent most of his childhood looking out for his twin Abby, trying to take the brunt of their mother Leandra's displeasure about taking care of the deaf Abby. Because of a strained relationship with his mother, Vergil grew sneaky and manipulative. These traits were actually reinforced by his father, Malcolm, though strongly encouraged to use these skills for survival and protection of his family. The development of Abby's magic and the revelation of the twins being the product of an affair with an elf woman put further pressure on Vergil, causing him to only really open up to his sisters. After a time, he got pulled into the Ferelden military as a scout. He served at the Battle of Ostigar and returned home to evacuate his family after the defeat there.
Other:
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A P P R O V A L
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"Adriane Hawke"
"Carver"
"Valowyn Maren"
"Adolphus Vallen"
"Anders"
"Isabela"
"Merrill"
"X"
"Sebastian"
Approval Guide
| 0 - 1 Loathing | 2 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
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| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
Keidivh
Warrior with the Silver Eyes
Serana Da'gara
Nicknames / Aliases: Harellan
Spot Taken: Merrill
Race: Dalish Elf
Gender and/or Sex: Female
Age: 26
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Red
Height: 5'3
Appearance Other: Serana always tends to keep her forearms wrapped. Were she to remove them one would quickly notice a variety of deep scars crisscrossing over it like some form of macabre art.
Like all Dalish, she is covered in Vallaslin.
Class: Mage
Weapon:
Current Occupation: First of the Sabrae Clan
Current Goals: To restore the Eluvian to revitalize her people, to find someone.
Personality:
Hahren Paivel on Serana Da’gara
“You wish to know more of the Harellan? Hmm, she isn’t exactly a favorite subject of the Clan, but it is my purpose to speak of all things. Even those things we’d rather forget.
Well, if you’ve met Serana you know that she makes an… Interesting first impression. The girl can't seem to open her mouth without a torrent of nonsense pouring out from her. Socializing was never really her strength, though that certainly didn't stop her from trying. Despite how bad she is at it, there is a sincerity in speaking with her. She'll always tell you what's on her mind, what she thinks of you, even if it isn't her intention. It is both endearing and infuriating. Perhaps that is a good way to describe her in general.
Despite her desperate attempts to be outgoing, she is a rather timid thing. Always she second guesses herself, berating every action she takes. I'll admit, few have truly been kind to her, but no one is crueler to her than herself. It has made it rather easy for others to simply walk all over her. Not exactly what you'd hope to find your First.
Still, there's a strength within her, I won't deny it. If there is something she truly believes, a path she feels is right, then not even the gods themselves could sway her from it. It is one of the few times you'll see the fire emerge within her, when one attacks her beliefs. She will bite back like a bear protecting her cub. If only she had put such strength towards greater pursuits, but I know better than most that there is no changing the past.
This stubbornness has led her into many compromising situations. As reckless as you Shems I'd say. At times it seems she holds no value on her own life, as she throws herself into danger without a thought more often than she'd ever admit. And quite often, you'll be swept up into the deeps with her if you're not careful. Trust me.
Her inquisitive nature doesn’t help this mind you. Always she’s delving into every tome she can get her hands on, Dalish or otherwise. No stone is left unturned, no ruin left in peace. Were she to focus these talents on more productive pursuits she very well could be a fine Keeper.
And when it comes to the ones she loves... She will go to disturbing lengths to protect them.
Pity her at your peril, for she will bring ruin upon you, as surely as she did us."
Relationships / Family:
Adoptive mother - Keeper Marethari Talas
History:
First interview with Serana Da'gara
"Oh, you wish to know about me? Heh, well that's not really much of an interesting subject. Are you sure you don't mean to speak with Wynnie? She's sooo much better with all this talking. Hehe, I remember this one time when she told me a story about these two Dwarves and a Chantry lady who went into a bar and...
Um, sorry. Yes, me. Well I wasn't always apart of the Sabrae Clan you know, apparently I was given to them by the Arcan'Mis Clan. It's not as if they abandoned me or anything like that, this is common practice among the Elvhenan. My parents died when I was quite young you see, and I was determined to have had magic in my blood. The Sabrae didn't have a first, so they decided to take me in! A bit vague, I know, but I was just a babe at the time. I... Um, I don't think they would make that decision again though.
A-anyways, it was Keeper Marethari that raised me, seeing as I was to be her First. She was, oh how to put it. Not exactly the most orthodox in terms of parenting. I suppose one may consider her to be more of a tutor than anything else. Whenever she spoke with me it was always, 'Serana, hold your staff like this' and 'Serana say the words like this' or 'Serana, for the last time put that ritual knife away!' D-don't get me wrong, I don't mean to be ungrateful. It's truly the greatest honor to be a First, but... It would have been nice to just talk with her ya know? I tried quite often to talk to the other da'len in my clan, but I was never really good at that. The talking. I told you that, remember? Yes, well it was just as bad back then if you can believe it.
Eventually I did make a friend. Adahlani Mahariel. Yes, that Mahariel. I’m not even sure how it happened, Adahlani had a bit of a reputation in our clan as being a… Well, a bit of a meanie. Not that she was always bad mind you, she did a lot to protect our clan. Maybe that’s why we were friends for a time, we enjoyed getting into dangerous situations. It was the most fun I had ever had. Thanks to her, I started to feel less alone, like I truly belonged in the Sabrae.
But naturally I messed it up, it's only a matter of time when it comes to me. I… I did something my clan couldn’t forgive. If it weren’t for the fact that I was the Keeper’s First, I likely would have been exiled. Mahariel was the most outraged of them all. By the gods, I never knew someone could scream like that.
And then of course to make matters worse, that's when the Blight hit us. When we heard rumor of Darkspawn near our camp, it didn’t take much convincing to get Mahariel to go with me to drive them off. I was being trained by the Keeper, she was one of our best Huntress’, it's our job to defend our people. And that's when she... I got her hurt. I got her sick. If it wasn't for the human who was at our camp... Things weren't good at the camp when Mahariel left.
I made mistakes. A lot of them. More than usual that is. I'm sorry, but I don't really feel like saying more than that. Nowadays, I spend most of my time studying, exploring Dalish ruins and other... Er, things.
So that's me in a pinecone. Or is it a walnut? Hawke would know what I mean.
Other: Serana has a variety of tomes, ranging from ancient Dalish scrolls to Tevinter tomes.
Serana has a bad habit of adopting whatever critter she comes across in her travels, as of right now she has a small orange and white cat named Ivy.
She also has what appears to have a small doll which she simply refers to as Da'len. It is with her at all times.
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A P P R O V A L
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"Adriane Hawke"
"Carver"
"Valowyn Maren"
"Adolphus Vallen"
"Anders"
"Isabela"
"Merrill"
"X"
"Sebastian"
Approval Guide
| 0 - 1 Loathing | 2 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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Isidora Ghilain De Montafort
Name: Isidora Ghilain De’ Montafort
Nicknames / Aliases: Dora (Dislikes) Isi (Turns out there are 2) Queen of the sea, Captain of the Seven Stars, Captain Isi or Isidora
Spot Taken: Isabella
Race: Elf-blooded
Gender and/or Sex: Female
Age: 32
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5’7
Appearance Other: Isidora is a slim, agile figure that often wears clothes fitting her style. A touch of form fitting, pirate styled made up of different cloths with sash at her waist and various spots upon her person where a dagger lay hidden or visible. A silver jeweled armband made of metal around her right arm where her sleeve is missing and a unique shoulder guard that appears layered replacing her left sleeve. Seemingly a mix of dalish and orlesian of style and make.
Class: Rogue
Weapon:
Armor:
Romantic and/or Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Current Occupation: Thief & Formerly captain of a ship and crew
Current Goals: Recover a certain tome and avoid the qunari
Personality:
Cunning, playful and deceptively dangerous with a habit of causing trouble or it following her wherever she goes. Though she will claim to know nothing about whatever accusation thrown her way, unless she’s quite impressed with her own work and doesn’t mind sharing her deed. Not all too different then her half brother of whom she’s hear so much about and name wise gets confused for yet never knew about this person being of the same blood. It made her all the more curious to hear about this Isidore fellow, especially once she knew more.
She despises the De’ Montafort name yet carries it out of spite, what better way to slander the noble name then carry it as a Pirate? Apparently it wasn’t a completely original idea much to her disappointment. She’s a free spirit though never wanting to settle for long in one place, be away from her ship for too long or recall where she comes from only to live by her own code and by using the 3 F’s (Fun, fortune & freedom)
Though she won’t admit it, she has a soft spot for the poor and adorable feeling it below even her standards to take from them. She’s more friendly with those she sees with adorable qualities or share a troubled background while never one to look fondly on the nobility.
Relationships / Family:
Isidore De’ Montafort (Half-brother)
De’ Montafort (Orlesian Nobility, through her biological father)
Ghilain Clan (Through her mother)
History:
The Elven blooded lass of the seven seas, born a bastard child of some noble From orlais and to some dalish gal from a traveling clan. She was named Isidora later to discover she had a half-brother of a similar name and coincidentally a similar life as they got older and grew without knowledge of the other. While he earned his moniker and self claimed legend as a dashing pirate with the ability to charm and con his way through life while leading a very adventurous and numerous names living kind of time. Isidora...... well alright, she was just about the same except fewer names and a more direct approach when her patience for playing grows old and tiresome.
Isidora captians the ship known as Lady Luck while her crew was known as the seven stars. A small crew that’s been across the each of the seven seas, through many ports and docked around Thedas, known to be a rowdy bunch with hands just about any pocket they see though never before captained by any other then Isidora herself. She founded the crew, hand picked each mate and set sail years ago with eyes on fortune, fun and freedom of the sea. Believing if you could tame her wild through a encouraging storm, you’d live a happy life on the gentle motion of her body.
She’s a cunning lass, a dislike for nobles, fondness for duels, a taste for what shines and calls to her or will pay well on the black market. Shes taken jobs both favorable and less so, if not down right immoral and scum worthy. However a recent turn of events have left her ship-less, without a crew and looking to reclaim what has caused her this mess. It seems her luck has turned and not for the better.... least not yet.
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Calliope Amell
Nicknames / Aliases: Warden, Hero of Ferelden, Kelly, Poppy
Spot Taken: Anders
Race: Human
Gender and/or Sex: Female
Age: 31 (real) 30 (officially)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Height: 5ft 9in
Appearance Other: N/A
Class: Mage
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Romantic and/or Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Current Occupation: Grey Warden (officially)
Current Goals: Uncover ways to remove the taint from herself, Fighting for mage rights.
Personality: Carrys herself with a soft spoken ladylike manner and can be humorous and flirtation. She can be quite charming and can inspire trust from others but is quite secretive keeping her cards the her chest despite willing to help other with there own issues. Behind it all though she barely contains a hatred and want of vengeance to any templars or those who do harm to mages. She can be cruel, ruthless and vindictive when her anger is raised with little remorse of her actions willing to manipulate if need be.
Relationships / Family:
Adriane Hawke: Second Cousins
Leandra Hawke: First Cousins once removed
Hawke Twins: Adoptive/Step(?) Second Cousins
History: Born the illegitimate child of Rivky Amell, cousin of Leandra, and a source of shame to the Amell family until Leandra ran off with Malcolm Hawke. The Amell family was not sure what to do with Calliope, one hand they did not want to acknowledge her as one of there own bit could not just leave her with Rivky becoming attached to the child. In the end decided to lie on the records, keeping her secret to the out world until Rivky was married and and announcing her soon after. The act did not fool many people and though one could not prove it, the truth regarding Rivky was commonly rumoured until Leandra eloped. Despite being legitimized she rarely spend time with her family raised mostly by staff particularly Rivky's elven handmaiden who treated her like her own.
When Calliope was twelve, she showed magical ability and finally the Amell family had a reason to get rid of Calliope. She was reported to the Circle and specific request was made for her to be send to the Circle outside the Free Marches. Therefore she was send to the Fereldan Circle. She took time to adjust to her new life but gradually she grew to like the sense of community among mages and learning to use her magic becoming a top student. She was not blind to the dangers of being a mage, the oversight of the Templars or the gilded cage she was in. She did wish for a better life for mages but understood the necessity of circle as a the best of a bad situation.
She passed her harrowing with flying colours just prior to the start of the Fifth Blight. This combined with the manner she dealt with uncovering a blood made apprentice attempting to escape the circle, drew the attention of the visiting Grey Warden Commander who offered her a place. She was reluctant at first feeling she was not ready but after some persuasion from Irving, she agreed. She soon joined the other grey wardens at Ostigar, surviving the joining and the battle with the another three wardens. There story that followed would be the stuff of legends with her and the other being crowned Heroes of Fereldan for ending the Blight. However the truth was far from the united band of heroes the legends speak off.
The band began idyllic enough with Calliope acting like a mother hen and second in command of the group after Tristan. Her skill in Herbology and Healing magic ment she often tended to the group and frew attached to them. That changed when the group arrived to the Fereldan Circle during Uldreds Uprising. On arrival the situation was clear it was untenable, an attempt was made to rescue the mages trapped it the circle but it failed with the group having to make a quick getaway with what templars remained for aid. It was devastating for Calliope with the loss of so many people she knew. The guilt and loss changed her, she vowed to not let something like this happen again and anyone who harmed mages needed to be punished severely. She since moved focus from healing magic to more deadly and some might say forbidden arts. Determined never to be as weak as she was at the circle. She disappears soon after the blight ended.
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