[hider=Erika Torhild][center][h2]Erika Torhild[/h2]
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[b]Age:[/b] 
28

[b]Gender:[/b] 
Female

[b]Race:[/b] 
Human

[b]Nationality:[/b] 
Orlesian 

[b]Group Affiliation:[/b] 
Inquisition

[b]Occupation:[/b] 
Bard (Assassin)


[b]Equipment/Weapons:[/b] 
Erika has a balanced longbow with an ice enchantment and her quiver of bows that sits comfortably on her back. At her side, a satchel sways slightly with her gait, it's contents vary from day to day. On her hip is a leather sheath, within it lies a silver dagger, ornate with Ferelden engravings. 

[b]Bio:[/b] 
Erika was born in Orlais, though she never grew up to live a prestigious life as most do in the empire. The endless balls, parties, dinners, and formals were never Erika's form of entertainment, though being the daughter of two Fereldan merchants didn't leave much room for extravagant outings anyways. Instead, she spent her younger years with her older brother, aiding their parents with their shops and managing their goods. Her father was a weapons merchant, which up until the start of the civil war, brought in mediocre revenue. On the other hand, her mother played right into the Orlesian aristocrat's hands (and coin purses), by selling them beautiful and ornate garments and accessories. Her mother's business made up for her father's lack thereof, so the four were able to live a comfortable life. 

As Erika got older, she grew bored of the merchant life. Sure, the trips the family would take into Val Royeaux for the market were exciting, but not nearly enough for a teen with a wandering soul. When her older brother left to join the Templars, Erika was truly left alone to suffer an unfulfilling life. This led Erika to grow resentful of the big whigs in Val Royeaux who pranced around without a care in the world, money flaunting everywhere while other people, like her parents, were left to work a hard life just to get by. 

On her eighteenth birthday, Erika finally got the nerve to tell her parents that she was leaving Orlais to travel, first to Ferelden to see the place where her parents were born and raised. She was met with protest, but eventually, even they agreed that they could not keep her tied down. Erika left with nothing more than a rucksack on her shoulder and a dagger at her hip (a parting gift from her father). She headed down the dirt road from her home, and when she came to the end, the way to Ferelden would be on her left. Instead, she went right. To Val Royeaux. 

Erika spent the next six years training as a bard near Val Royeaux. Bards were prominent in Orlais, and she found no better way to get back at the Orlesian aristocracy than to learn to pry apart every little secret that they had. She became proficient with a bow, though her father's dagger was still kept at her hip in a sheath. Erika first did freelance work, spying on whoever for whomever would pay her. Eventually, she was able to gather more noble assignments from the Chantry or the Templars, though the work of a bard can rarely be considered honorable by many people. The life of a spy suited her, and the shadows became her home. For Erika, this was her freedom.[/center][/hider]