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Revan Adjani

Fri, 29 Jun 2012 23:02:40 +0100

Character Name: Revan Adjani
Age (estimate if canon): 48
Sexuality: heterosexual; though basically his sex-drive is null.
Allegiance (mages, templars, neutral/indifferent etc.): Mage
Race: Dalish Elf
Class: Mage
Specialisation(s): Blood Mage, Keeper
Occupation: Ex-Dalish Keeper, Wandering Blood mage
Weaponry: Ancestral Dalish Staff, and an ornate dalish dagger hidden under his robes.
Build: Slim; Athletic; lithe
Notable Markings: Vallaslin, scars run criss cross along his chest, and back. Two huge scars on his face; one diagonally across and one down from his left eye to his chin. Innumerable small scars across his wrists from his blood magic.
Location (where they live): Kirkwall
Biography: Revan was once the respected Keeper of a small Dalish Clan. During the gathering of the clans, his voice often helped to sway popular votes. Though not a popular man, he was seen as cruel and unnecessarily anti-human, though this point was often counter-balanced by his personal charisma and what was seen as wisdom through experience. When in fact it was a carefully constructed façade.

His façade finally cracked when his clan was attacked by a group of bandits. While it was an attack easily fought off, Revan unleashed his considerable aptitude for blood magic on the foes; coagulating the blood and forcing it to bleed from every orifice possible. The clan was shocked by his actions and forced him out.

Since then, he has wandered through Thedas causing terror, evading templars and duping innkeepers into giving him their money.
Personality: Sadistic; cold; calculating; misanthropic; cynical.
Other: Extremely gifted in the use of blood magic, though severely weak in the other schools. As such, long engagements leave him drained as do battles where he is outnumbered by more than 3 men. Most people refer to him as Adjani.
Roleplay Sample (at least 2 paragraphs):

Can my past audition count? :P
URL: revanadjani.tumblr.com

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Sebastian Vael

Fri, 29 Jun 2012 23:02:25 +0100

Character Name: Sebastian Vael
Age (estimate if canon): 30 (somewhere around there)
Sexuality: Straight
Allegiance (mages, templars, neutral/indifferent etc.): Tends to side more with the Templars, but does not wholeheartedly disagree with the mages’ plight, either. As with seemingly everything else, he sits the fence more often than not.
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
Specialisation(s): Archery. Precision archery.
Occupation: Heir to the throne of Starkhaven and Chantry Brother
Weaponry: His grandfather’s bow, miasmic flasks and flash bombs, short curved daggers for close-range fighting
Build: Althletic, broad shoulders and muscled chest, back, and arms due to years of pulling bows
Notable Markings: Spatterings of freckles along his various body parts here and there, though they are not prevalent.
Location (where they live): Currently? Kirkwall Chantry.
Biography: The third wheel of the royal family of Starkhaven, Sebastian started young as a rake and troublemaker. At first it was only to garner attention from the disapproving family he was part of, but then it became habit, and he ultimately was a devout worshiper or hedonism. The only person he ever regretted disappointing was his grandfather, who was the one he looked up to the most when he didn’t find anything he liked about his father or older brothers. Everything changed once his mother and father banished him to the Chantry of Kirkwall, leagues away from his beloved haunts in Starkhaven. He raged and tried to run away, but was astonished when the Grand Cleric of his perceived prison actually helped him escape… and consequently helped him find his faith. He found peace and faith not only in the Maker, but learned (and at times was still learning) to find the same within himself.
Personality: Those who poke jests at him for being so devout don’t do two things, Sebastian has found: they don’t ever ask him about his past (not that he elaborates on it much, anymore), and they don’t spend the time to talk with him about things other than matters of faith. Only Hawke has ever done that, and Hawke, despite having a quick and sharp tongue, was never one to divulge secrets—even those only perceived as such. He is no longer that brash, selfish boy of his early manhood, but rather tries to do for others in the way so few had done for him. He is mindful of his past, to not fall back into the same hedonistic ways (not to say he doesn’t miss them more often than he’d admit), but still remains uncertain of his future. He was never was truly expecting to have one, and now that all paths are open to him, sometimes it is all he can to do keep his nose above the waterline of overwhelming decision.
Other: He has a lot of old skills from his past that Isabella would kill to find out about (first-hand, probably), but he isn’t revealing any of them. He does, however, enjoy sweeping wins of Wicked Grace because everyone underestimates him.
Roleplay Sample (at least 2 paragraphs):

Ringing. There was a constant ringing, and it reverberated in and through his skull. A groan left him without him remembering making the noise, and he rolled over and cracked open one eye. It was… It sure was bright out. Opening his other eye, he waited for the room to come into focus (something that took entirely too long), and realised he was in his cell at the Chantry, and it had to have been well into late morning.

“Son of a—” Sebastian shot up like a dart and immediately regretted it. All the blood that was in his head rushed out of it and what was left began pounding. Noon. It was the noon bells he was hearing. Putting a hand to his head, he closed his eyes again. He hadn’t slept this late in years—not since the first few years he had been in Kirkwall, in fact. What in the corners of the Void had he done last night?

The bells finally stopped (though much of the ringing remained in his head a moment after their initial sounds faded), and Sebastian could think clearly again. Wicked Grace. That’s what had happened to him. A game he was extremely good at under normal circumstances, but now he recalled Isabella paying for his drinks. That never boded well. She always bought him straight mugs of the hard stuff rather than ale, and while Sebastian was no stranger to whisky or rum (or most everything between), he couldn’t keep up like he used to. He must have really gotten lax if he let her bring him that many drinks.

Mildly, he wondered how he had gotten into his cell last night. At least he—or whomever had dragged his sorry drunken self in—had enough sense to get him in bed. The last time (which had actually be the first and only up until now) Isabella had convinced him to get drunk, he had found himself face-first on the floor. Thankfully, it had been on Hawke’s floor, and his fellow brothers and sisters of the Chantry had been spared the sight. He hoped he had come in late enough last night to escape notice. It was unseemly for him to be in such a state—that and he had promised himself never to become like that again. Then again, everything seemed different with Hawke around.

Standing and shuffling over to his modest washing basin, he doused his face with water and grimaced at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. He had come back looking worse, at times, he reminisced. Slightly hung-over never could compare with barely-escaping-death-by-a-dragon.

Next time, however, he would wipe the floor with that Rivaini in Wicked Grace. And never let her buy him drinks again.

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Mahariel has returned.

Fri, 29 Jun 2012 22:23:29 +0100

Please follow Jolich once again.

Please follow Norman at this URL

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 21:46:00 +0100

Please follow Norman at this URL

Mahariel is now open

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 21:45:24 +0100

Could I reserve Meredith?

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 23:33:13 +0100

I would prefer you not to be anon. Just so I may contact you if need be.

Mahariel is now on reserve

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 22:22:35 +0100

Can I take the Mahariel position with my warden, Nida? :)

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 22:22:20 +0100

Sure thing!

Tabris has been re-opened

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 20:35:38 +0100

Hey, I'm gonna leave the group if that's ok? I guess RPing's not my thing =) I had fun when I was here though but yeah. Anyway, Bye =)

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 20:35:20 +0100

Okay.

Mahariel is now open

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 00:08:08 +0100

Amell is now open

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 22:06:44 +0100

Nathaniel Howe is now on reserve

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 20:20:12 +0100

Nevermind, sorry, just saw the notice. Could I possibly put a reserve on Nathaniel Howe?

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 20:19:53 +0100

Of course!

There has been trouble with receiving apps

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 16:29:02 +0100

So if your app has not been received then please refer to the e-mail address provided.

Due to such issues, Amell is being held again.

Amell is now open

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 12:42:19 +0100

Character Name: Zevran ArainaiAge (estimate if canon): Ah, I never reveal my years. Helps to keep an...

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 12:42:05 +0100

Character Name: Zevran Arainai
Age (estimate if canon): Ah, I never reveal my years. Helps to keep an air of mystery, yes? (Zevran, you ham. Early 20s)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Allegiance (mages, templars, neutral/indifferent etc.): Neutral
Race: Elf
Class: Rogue
Specialisation(s): Assassin
Occupation: Former member of the Antivan Crows
Weaponry: Favours dual wielding (a sword or axe and a dagger), but more than proficient with a bow if called upon.
Build: Slim but muscular
Notable Markings: Bow shaped black tattoos on left cheek
Location (where they live): Antiva
Biography: Son of an Antivan whore, this former assassin has travelled since leaving the infamous assassins’ guild known as the Antivan Crows.
Personality: Blatantly flirtatious and devastatingly cunning, but with a surprising level of deep personal feeling toward his friends and cutting insight.
Other: Enjoys teasing everyone, but Wynne the most!
Roleplay Sample (at least 2 paragraphs):

Samples of my Zevran writing can be found here and here.

Any ships mentioned in them were specific to those pieces, and in no way do I insist they be played in RP.

URL: ZevranArainai

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Major Characters Needed

Wed, 30 May 2012 19:29:24 +0100

Everyone is settling in nicely and i’m so happy to see so many members already.

In the coming month there shall be a group plot involving the war between mages and templars breaking out, but in order for that to happen then there are still characters that need to be around in order to thicken the plot.

Such characters include:

Carver Hawke
Knight-Commander Meredith Stannard
Anders
Sebastian Vael
The Arishok
Viscount Marlowe Dumar
Grand Cleric Elthina
Flemeth

And then various other minor characters as well as spots left for Origins and DLC characters as well as OCs. So please send in reservations and apps, as the sooner the spots are filled the sooner we can start the major plot.

Catherine Lyria Application

Wed, 30 May 2012 19:20:50 +0100

Character Name: Cathrine Lyria
Age : 30 (as of 9:40)
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Allegiance : Mages
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Specialisations: Blood Mage, Spirit Healer
Occupation: Appostate
Weaponry: Golden staff
Build: Tall and “curvy”
Notable Markings: Black wing tattoos on her back, starting at the shoulder blades, three points wrap around her shoulders.
Location : Kirkwall, Dark Town
Biography: Catherine was taken from her home at a very young age and taken to the Lake Calenhad Cirlce Tower, so no-one but the templars know who her parents were, she only knew the name she was given when she was born. She had always felt trapped in the circle, she never had a good chance to escape the tower. She escaped the tower during the Blight as the first waves of darkspawn attacked the tower. She discovered that her family, her birth mother atleast, lived in Kirkwall shortly after fleeing the circle. She was able to take a boat to Kirkwall. Now in Kirkwall, she is always weary of what is going on in case the templars find out about her.
Personality: Catherine is sarcastic about most things and it is hard for her to admit that she is wrong. She is a caring person when you get to know her but she tends to distance herself after becoming an appostate at the end of the blight. She tries to keep her temper down but there are a few times in her life that it can be impossible for her to control her emotions.
Roleplay Sample (at least 2 paragraphs):
    The stone of Kirkwall’s streets were cold the night she arrived, her feet seemed to freeze when they touched the ground as she left the boat. After taking the long boat ride to Kirkwall stepping out on to the cold stone is welcomed. Taking a moment to look around, she noticed where the boat had let her off was close to a place called “The Gallows.” Her feet moved on their own, months of running flashed through her mind as she hid behind the nearest crate. The Gallows was the Circle in Kirkwall, but was not much more than a glorified prison for the mages of the city. Rumors of the horrendous acts committed here reached even the Circle Tower in Lake Calenhad.
    She was lucky she was in her cloak and her staff was desguised with bandages, she couldn’t help but think how foolish she had been running behind the crate. Not on person in Kirkwall would notice her, she’s Ferelden and a mage who till just recently was locked in a tower her whole life. She slowly began to stand and walked through the Gallows and towards the poor district known as “Lowtown” as instructed by the ship captain. Upon entering the district she noticed the streets were caked in dirt and weren’t as pristine and cold like the stone of Hightown but much more like the paths in Fereldan she would use to travel from town to town when leaving the circle.
    The dirty streets were clear of any living soul, this seemed very strange to her. The thought was pushed from her mind with the thought of finding somewhere to live, quickly she found a building that was used to help Ferelden refugees find lodging and food in Krikwall. She approached the desk.
    “Hello miss, how may we help you?” The attendant asked in the forced happy voice she clear had been using all day, the Blight really has crippled Ferelden then?
    “I need lodging, and I have the coin to pay. It matter not where, but I’d like to request away from The Chantry and the Gallows if at all possible.” She haden’t thought about drinking some water before coming, her voice was very rough from the months at see with very little to eat or drink.
    “Great! We have one house right here in Lowtown, only 1 sovereigns and 20 silvers a year.” The chipper tone chirped.
    “Here,” She placed the pouch on the desk, “that’s the rent for the first three years.”
    The attendant gasped “That’s amazing the house is yours! Here is the address.” She handed the hooded woman a slip of paper. “Now if I could just get your name? I will send you notices of work possibilities as soon as you’re settled”
    The woman took off her cloak slowly, “My name is Catherine Lyria.”

URL: mageontherun.tumblr.com

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Gard Turgis

Wed, 30 May 2012 02:36:40 +0100

Character Name: Gard Turgis

Age (estimate if canon): 46

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Allegiance: Doesn’t trouble himself with surfacer issues, as he likes to put it, but he holds no love for templars, and mages just make things complicated.

Race: Dwarf

Class: Warrior

Specialisation: Beserker

Occupation: Smuggler/Arms Dealer

Weaponry: Double headed ax (which he is quite fond of), several small daggers hidden on his person

Build: Brawn, highest physical peak for his age, standing closer to four feet tall

Notable Markings: Castless tattoo across forehead and cheekbones

Location: Hightown / Kirkwall

Biography:

Gard lived many of his earlier years in Dust Town, a casteless dwarf with no future beyond thieving and smuggling. He thought his fortunes had changed some when he managed to find love with the love of his life, Dolma, who had been working as a prostitute for many years. Not that it bothered him much, because in Dust Town it’s either you find the means to eat or you turn to dust yourself. He had been able to provide a home for the both of them, and was quite excited to learn that he would be imprinting his mark on the world with a child of his own, Fran, who took after him, rather than her sweet mother. He found some line of work, however, working within the Dust Town Carta, lead by Beraht, the crime lord of the dwarven slums.

The years had been harder to come by, and eventually, both of them been taken by famine, and left him without much to live for. Gard was offered another sort of job one day, while walking through the marketplace to pickpocket, to go work on the surface, smuggling lyrium and weapons from Orzammar to outside world. He was tempted by the large profit a dwarf made from such a trade, and it was by far more exciting than playing bodyguard to Beraht’s gang. And it was a perfect escape from the life that could have never been.

Though anxious and overcome with the common irrational fear of falling into the sky, Gard finally was convinced and traveled with a caravan of merchants for quite some time, finding himself in Kirkwall after several years traversing Ferelden’s cities and towns. He decided to stay in the city when it enticed him with weak beer and good work. He built himself a reputation as “that damn dwarf with daggers hidden in his beard”; Gard considers himself an adept smuggler, though how he manages to hide a small armoury on himself is a trade secret.

He currently spends his days trading and stealing weapons, lyrium, and various other goods to sell in the Kirkwall marketplaces, residing in his lofty abode in Hightown, which he had competed with so many others to get into his position.

Personality: Gard is a rather gruff, unashamed, coy merchant. He can be bought with books (although he can’t read the surfacer language well), secrets, ale, and the promise of pretty women. He doesn’t take kindly to liars, and will warm up to anyone who brings him juicy gossip. He is quick to bring the conversation down to the gutter, and enjoys making others feel bashful at any cost.

He doesn’t care for nobles (having been resentful of them all his life) until they offer to buy his wares. Otherwise, he’s rather nonjudgmental of class, species or rank. As long as you’re being useful somehow, he will overlook practically everything.

Other: Gard is bald, save for the copious amounts of fur hanging off his chin, down past his chest, which he keeps braided and beaded religiously. It’s a source of pride, and one he’d kill quite a few people before ever parting with it. He’s strong, resourceful, can read lips from a fair distance, and usually picks up on accents fairly quickly, having been around various types of people for long periods of time.

And he will often make excuses, blaming his old age, to heckle at the younger people for doing something foolish, or just in general.

Roleplay Sample (at least 2 paragraphs):

“Corff! An ale! Or forty for that matter!” he shouted as he stormed to the counter. “The world’s gone to utter shit today and I intend to properly drown myself in your sodding excuse for good, strong ale.”

He pulled himself up a chair, letting his legs swing, hastily gulping up the water down brew that was given to him. He wearily planted his bulbous nose into the grain of the counter and groaned. How was he going to make up for lost profit?

Over the usual hubbub of the tavern, he heard a familiar voice throughout the others. Slowly, lifting his head, he turned to look for the owner of the voice throughout the crowd. He spotted the tattoos that spiralled and swirled along the back of his neck and darting down underneath his collar . Norman Eckstein. A man he’d come to know and respect after several years of living in the same city and crossing each other’s paths more than once.

The longer he stared at him through his blurry sight and tipsy teetering on his bar stool, the more he started to piece together a haphazard plan that could only be chalked up to his intoxicated mind.

“Hey! Norman, ye sodding mage with your silly looking face!”

When the man stopped and turned to meet eyes with Gard from across the tavern, he frowned.

“Yes, you! With the sodding stupid face, get over here!”

URL: notthebeard.tumblr.com

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