Name: Ellavorn “Ella” Rothruindes

Race: Dalish elf

Gender: Female

Class: Spirit Mage

Personality: Ella is and has always been scholarly and curious. She has spent most of her life consumed by spirit magic and its study. She has always proven savvy in not only spirit magic but medicine in general as well. Delicate and polite by nature she has been, quite lately as of late, pressed into conflict to protect and support those under her care against increasingly insurmountable odds.

Origin: Ella has been practicing healing magic for most of her life and had since built up quite the reputation for her art. For some time the war between the mages and templar left her home alone. She still saw causalities of war and treated the fallen as best as she could. However, soon enough the war itself overflowed into Dalish territory. It would be luck that someone named Leliana found her and recruited her for her skills and since found it necessary to start learning offensive magics although she is still quite inexperienced in offense.

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Name: Angelo Felanas

Race: Elf

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Class: Rogue specialty tempest

Personality: a hard worker and always thinking on his feet, a little off because of his specialty but nobody can to it better then him He loves to jump into the fray and see who challenges him he borders on being a laughing psychopath but he does a ritual after every battle to show respect to those he fought and his way of calming down so not to turn on his allies. Although he is a force of nature he prefers not to start fighting if he can help it so he tries to use his clever tongue to keep a battle from starting

Origin: at first he was a hunter for his clan in the wilderness in orlais doing everything you would expect but one day a crazed man came from the wilderness looking like he was crazy but with a little sense left to know what he's doing. so Angelo walked over to him and wondered what he wanted before Angelo could get a word in the man threw a bottle at him and Angelo caught on fire at first Angelo panicked but then he noticed that it wasn't hurting him it was just their like his armor. The man would have been dead if Angelo hadn't stopped his clan afterward he learned the tricks of a tempest and as such a little in the head if you know what he means which the keeper knew but she wanted to disguise his leaving as his way of finding his own life, instead of being told to leave in disgrace. He will always be one of the people she said, After that Angelo roamed the lands and soon leliana found him thought he was blighted at first so she attacked him then Angelo went into psycho tempest mode and smashed a bottle of ice on him laughing but leliana was careful and she stopped her blade just in time seeing the skill that Angelo had but it was to late and Angelo started fighting her and in the end she won but Angelo liked to think he was close to winning. Afterward she asked if he wanted to be one of his agents and he decided why not...

Name: Vavin Wedic

Race: Surface Dwarf

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Class: Rogue, Archer, Artificer specialization

Personality: A lazy, and somewhat grumpy man. But for all his laziness he does a lot of work because he can be easily swayed to do work because he finds people asking him to do things more then once worse then doing the job itself even if it reasonably twice the trouble. He's smart and innovated and quite casual when talking to others, often ignoring a person race or alliance unless it gets in the way of a mission. While he's not the most moral person, he doesn't like to kill innocent people or to pointlessly kill somebody, he likes all his traps to be used efficiently and he doesn't feel right killing good people for no good reason. Vavin has an incredibly deadpan sense of humor since he rarely changed his expression of tired or mildly irritation to anything else but he likes to joke even if he has to say so.

Origin: Vavin came from a family of seven children. He was the youngest child but easily the second smartest. From a young age his use of tools and traps were apparent. Since being the youngest brother of five boys who loves to play pranks and torment him, he taught himself to use their constant methods against them, and made a living out of it later in life. The only one who always see though his traps was his older Sister, the oldest child. The two were the closest of all the siblings. Vavin even joined her gang which was sort of an offshoot of the Carta, she didn't agree their methods, and Vavin couldn't care about their methods but stayed with his sister out of loyalty. The two made a decent mercenary group. Good enough in fact that Leliana took interest in the group, she hired the gang for spy work and asked Vavin specifically to be a personal agent. He joined after Leliana asked him twice and his sister commanded him to join the group or else she would cut his sleep time by an hour. He joined begrudgingly, he just hopes this will not be a waste of time or get him killed pointlessly. He likes living and wasting his own time.

Name: Elora Fletcher
Race: Human
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Class: Rogue - Assassin
Personality:
It's safe to say that Elora is not normally a sweet, simpering kind of girl. Perhaps, if her life had been more normal, she would have been but, considering everything, she's become very much the opposite, Unless, of course, a situation arises in which she needs to get her way. Then she's all batting eyelashes and sweet nothings. She knows exactly what she's doing and can be incredibly manipulative. She hadn't always been as uncaring and cool as she is now but after Elijah's death, something just snapped inside of her. She wasn't going to be the victim anymore. She wasn't going to let herself get hurt - emotionally at least. So she started building her walls; shutting everyone out and keeping her real feelings and passions to herself lest they simply be used against her.

Elora prides herself on her strength of mind and character, and will not mold herself or her views to fit anyone else's ideals. She speaks her mind and tends to offer her opinion where it's not wanted which grates on a lot of people's nerves. People find her harsh and often a little too sarcastic. This bluntness along with the fact that she doesn't like to put herself second, doesn't score her a lot of points in the likability contest. She's become incredible impatient and altogether relentless in regards not babying or coddling anyone. It doesn't do a person any favors to be kept from information that might hurt them, or allow them some slack when it means they aren't being pushed to be their best. It's better to be prepared for the worst than to go through life thinking everything will be okay. She's learned that the hard way.

Elle values loyalty, both the giving and receiving though she tends to be pretty distrustful. If you have her loyalty you know that you have an ally and friend for life, unless you betray her. One shot and you're out. That's it. She's not known for her even temper, to say the least. She has quite the hot head and a sharp tongue once she's provoked. If that doesn't work she's not afraid to get a little more aggressive.

Elora has mostly had to do things for herself and she likes it that way. It means she's not in anyone's debt; that she can be independent and secure in the fact that she's doing the best she can on her own. She's a strong person and doesn't like people to think otherwise. She hates appearing as weak and vulnerable so she keeps her fears to herself. She exudes confidence to compensate for any insecurities she thinks that people might pick up on. She also hates not finishing something that she's started and this comes down to pride and a little bit of stubbornness. She doesn't like to admit defeat or say that she can't do something. This trait makes her a hard and relentless worker but it's not always such a good thing. She can burn herself out pretty quickly and if she get's frustrated with herself it's best to avoid her.

Despite all of this, Elora is tired. She's tired of being brave and uncaring. Things affect her like anyone else and it becomes exhausting after so many years of holding it all in. Perhaps if she hadn't decided to become an assassin, she would have had a different life. Perhaps she would be happily married on a farm in Highever with children and animals surrounding her instead of slitting throats and poisoning cups. Still, she is needed now and she will do what she can to put a stop to this destruction. If she wants a better life for herself in the future, she needs to ensure that there'll be a world to have it in. Preferably one not being ruled by a false god.
Origin:
Elora was born and raised in a small cottage on the edge of RedCliff village. Her father died when she was very young and her mother did not take his passing very easily. Where once she had been gentle and nurturing, she soon became distant and disciplined and pushed these traits onto her daughter. She was not an easy woman to grow up with. There was rarely a time that she was not barking orders and scoldings. Elora can hardly remember what it was like before her father's death. Comfort was not a common thing in her household and praise was even rarer to come by but when it did, Elle felt her ego swell. The only thing the woman ever really complimented her on was her appearance, which seemed a little ridiculous considering it was the one thing she couldn't control. As she grew older, she would realize why.

Her mother's teachings revolved around poison-making and Elora studied hard to learn all she could. Despite her aloof nature, the young girl worked hard to please her mother. She did not want to disappoint her. After all, she was all she had. There was a time when she would have done anything for her, but the sentiment did not last.

When Elora was seventeen, a man named Elijah came to live in her home. He was young, not much older than she, and her mother told her she had hired him to teach her archery. He had fought alongside Arl Eamon's men during the Blight the previous year and was seeking simpler work while he recovered from his injuries. They trained hard almost every day for a whole year, until Elora had really mastered the skill. During that time, a friendship blossomed and soon turned into something more. She was barely eighteen, he in his early twenties, but she was sure that she loved him.

It was not to be.

In the days between her training, her mother had Elora practice pick pocketing. They were not a wealthy family and some evenings she would send her out to try her new skills out on the people she passed by. Sometimes she was even encouraged to slip inside the homes of their neighbors and take something of value. It was after one of these evenings that Elora returned home to find Elijah's body in the ditch not far from her home. Devastated, she returned to her mother, sobbing. Her mother barely blinked when she entered the house in so much distress.

"You found him, then?" she had asked before she resumed cooking the dinner. "He served his purpose well enough but now we have no need for him."

Elora was outraged and heartbroken. She had felt more for that man than she had ever felt for anyone else. He had been her best friend. Her only friend. "I loved him!"

"This is a lesson for you, dear. Love makes you weak. Men will betray you time and time again. They'll leave you with nothing. Without a second thought. You best learn from this. A woman who thinks like a man is the strongest of them all."

It had been a difficult lesson to learn, and one that Elora would never forgive her mother for, but she learned it regardless. She didn't stay in RedCliff; not after that. For a time she traveled around Ferelden and worked odd jobs to get by. It was during this time that she learned just how good she was at killing. She was subtle about it too, when necessary. Her mother's teachings of poison did not go to waste. So began her work as an assassin. Ferelden, however, had limited need for her skills. When she was twenty three she moved to Orlais. Things were more interesting here and she always had work. It was during this time that she came into contact with a woman called 'Lady Nightingale'. Elora can't remember exactly how they became correspondences and they never met but passed some information onto one another from time to time. It was only when Elora moved back to Ferelden after three years in Orlais that Leliana reached out to her and asked her to join the Inquisition. It was an easy decision. She needed the work and it would be nice to take a break from ending lives over petty arguments. Perhaps she could actually do some good, for once.
Other:
While her blackened longbow is her weapon of choice in the midst of battle, Elora finds that it gets the least amount of use out of her small arsenal of weapons. More often that not, the tasks she deals with require a quick flick of a dagger across an artery or plunged deep into a back. She also excels in the art of poison, both the making and the dealing. Whether it's to dip an arrowhead into, or tipping a few drops into an unsuspecting lover's glass, she finds it the most pleasing of ways to kill, paralyze or render her victims unconscious. Mostly because it requires so little effort on her part. Not that she's lazy, of course. She puts herself through thorough training to keep her body lithe and agile. She just enjoys the ease of the killing.

Elora is a beautiful woman and she knows how to use this to her advantage. While a man might have more strength to aid him, she has the power of igniting desire. So often they allow their guards to fall while being fawned over by a lady and she uses this weakness to get what she wants. So often they're too arrogant to believe a mere woman could hold any danger. She likes to confuse the senses, distract them with sweet kisses while her hands search for keys, or encourage them to relieve information in return for pleasure of the body. Her poisons come in quite useful here, especially when she doesn't wish to fulfill her end of the bargain. She can be quite persuasive and always seems to know just what to say. She can play the sweet and innocent role just as well as the seductive young woman.

Name: Altha Menethora of clan Sabrae

Race: Dalish Elf
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Class: Rogue specialization Bard

Personality: A cheerful and kind man, having been one of the few Dalish to live outside of the clans how ever he is a member of clan Sabrae being a close friend to the hero of Ferelden and knew Merrill pretty well before she left. He is very understanding of humans and dwarves having traveled extensively in their lands. Often says jokes at the wrong moment but is charismatic enough to make up for it. Most of all he’s fun to be around, making even Qunari smile.

Origin:
Growing up with Tamlen and Mahariel he hunted alongside them with their clan before discovering his talent for stories and song, especially those of in Elvish having taught himself how to write it despite the keepers warnings. Working as a spy for the clan he returned just after the Keepers death saddened he left to tell the news to Mahariel who was currently serving as commander of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden. During his trip to see her he encountered Leliana under the assumptions that she was a spy both knowing that they were bards this quickly ended with arrows in bookshelf knives in walls before the Warden calmed them down.

Leliana impressed with Altha’s skill she decided to recruit him to work as a spy for her agreeing he began to work in exchange for safe passage for his clan into Orlais. Since he Inquisition has formed he has been tasked by Leliana to meet with her contacts and lead them in search of the Templar's who are tainted by Red Lyrium. With his experience near human, dwarves, and Qunari he was the first choice, however his secondary objective is try and unite the elves in the land given to them in Ferelden.

His singing is pitch perfect and he knows almost as many stories as Varric (Though most of his aren't lies about his friends.) and sings as perfectly as Leliana. (Whom claims that her voice is better, a contest is to be held after the rift is closed and Red Templar's defeated.) He is devoted to old Elven gods and hopes to see them restored. He also dabbles in alchemy though is only able to make stink bombs and smoke grenades.

Name
Katari

Race
Tal-Vashoth, formally Qunari

Appearance
Though Katari towers over most other races like the majority of his kind, standing at 6'8, he is slightly shorter and has a smaller frame than other male Qunaris. He keeps his long, snow white hair loosely tied in three messy braids. His skin is a pale grey color and his eyes are a piercing silver, though they seem to hold a certain sadness in them. He has two large horns that curve towards the back of his head and two smaller horns, more like notches really, that sprout from the base of each of his larger ones. His ears are pointed, though not as large as a elf's, and he has two piercings in his left one. The robes he wears are worn and tattered, seeming to have been through some tough times. He wears Vitaar most of the time, only ever removing it when he feels that there are no threats near by which is very rare. He has a set of scars around and on his lips that looks like they were sewn together at one point.

Class
Mage, Shapeshifter

Personality
Cold, quite, menacing, or in other words how most would describe the typical Qunari. Despite him being Tal-Vashoth Katari doesn't find the appeal of random violence and bloodshed, he finds it pointless and would not degrade himself by stooping to partaking in it. He is not one to mince words or for talking in general, but when he does speak his words are always true, straight to the point, and more than a little blunt. He has a very black and white outlook on things with almost no room for a grey area inbetween. He doesn't grasp most social arts, such as sarcasm which he takes seriously most of the time or sexual innuendoes which just completely go over his head all together. He is more likely to side with the underdog in most matters as they are the ones he can relate to easier. To the few that are able to obtain his loyalty they get it completely, him being ready to aid said people face Archdemons in a moments notice.

Origin
Katari once was a Saarebas who served a particularly cruel Arvaarad who was stationed on the island of Seheron. After years of having his powers abused by his Arvaarad Katari was given his first taste of freedom after his Arvaarad was killed in a Fog Warrior attack. Katari just barely survived the attack himself and was finally free, but since he was left out of the supervision of a handler he was now considered contaminated by the standards of the Qun. Not wishing to be put to death for merely being free he went on the run in a land where virtually everything wished to kill him, officially making him Tal-Vashoth. But much to Katari's fortune he wandered into the care of a group of elven slaves fleeing from their Trevinter master. The group took Katari in, nursing his wounds and even undoing the stitching on his lips that his Arvaarad put there to "prevent corruption". He in turn started protecting them as they all made their ways away from Seheron, which they did successfully. The group made it to the Free Marches before they ran into trouble in the form of Templars who didn't take kindly of a group of elves traveling with a Qunari apostate. Despite all of their best efforts the Templars managed to kill the group of former slaves and was about to strike Katari down before a young woman intervened at the last moment. The woman turned out to be Leliana and she offered Katari a chance to right the wrong that had been done to his friends and prevent anymore injustices like this from happing ever again.

Other
Though one would not know it by just looking at him, but Katari is what the Qunari call an Aqun-Athlok, or in other words a woman who chooses to be a man.