The Dales

A dark haired elf with a slender frame, soft features and a pale rosy complexion riddled with gentle freckles, Aseema sticks out a girlish charm given that she's fairly older than she actually looks. She cant even recall how many times the local guards mistake her to be some delinquent teenager on the streets and this would annoy her to an extent. Appearance wise she is fairly good looking though at most she wears her face uninvitingly, in a indifferent and frowning expression, undermining her true indicative beauty. Her eyes are most expressive, round and long lashed in a way that one could easily see though her even if she says so little. The elf considers this as one of her dire weaknesses as her helpless responses gives whatever she's hiding away so instantly and finds it a challenge to hide unnecessary feelings.

Aseema hates the sun. From her experience, her pallid complexion is prone to the nastiest sunburns so most likely she dons over a cloak to keep her protected. Her hair is a dark wavy mess, usually tied up to keep it in place. Her choice of clothing would be robes and leathers, light enough to move around and protected at the same time. She carries around a satchel bag to contain her equipments.

Aseema was practically born into keeperhood. While every mage born elf clamor and kill for at an opportunity, Aseema more likely considers it a misfortune rather than anything. This was never the case back when she was younger. As early as five her guardians instilled the fantasy and glamor of keeperhood, which the young Aseema fell for. It was hard training but she proved to be the best among her contenders.

Aseema had very limited memory of her own parents. She never knew her father, who had died whilst defending the clan from slavers and her mother had to raise her alone until she disappeared one day. Her hunting pary went missing, and never knew what became of them. Only some speculations that they were intercepted by Tevinter slavers. She was then taken under the care of various relatives before officially becoming the keeper's first.

One day she went exploring, a young Aseema happened to pass by an old abandoned home filled with nothing but old and worn out books. It was a shame for someone to leave them forlorn so as to not have them go to waste, and out of her own curiosity she secretly brought some back to the camp to read. Her interest of human books grew, from the pages she saw another world beyond the clan. It excited her, awakening the wanderlust within her and from then on fantasized of going to these worlds. She would regularly visit her favorite spot and contently indulge herself in literature all day.

In many ways books had educated her about the world beyond the confines of her clan. The customs, the people, their clothing and politics. All these made her scrutinize the clan's own purposes, realizing how small and narrow they are compared. The dalish are a stagnant community, never really improving, nor learning anything new and Aseema knew from then on that she did not want to live that way. The isolation and limits of tradition dragged her, a concern she one day shared to her mentor. Yet the keeper was not so glad about what his young first had been mysteriously learning and later on found out that she had been bringing in foreign books inside the clan. He saw this as a distraction to her true duties, and ordered them to get rid off it. She was torn between her fate as the keeper, and her desire for adventure. Until one night of fitful argument had ultimately fixed her decision, on going on a spontaneous adventure that very next morning. Like any other young, naive and adventurous soul, Aseema stood by her desire to leave and hid on a carriage cart to be smuggled out the Dales, never looking back on the life she came to detest.

It didn't take long for her to regret that decision however. The moment she was dropped to Hamsal, became the most tumultuous moment in her life. Aseema could not keep up with everything and since she wasn't exactly ready and well equipped for it, with no real knowledge aside from the books she read. What she saw had greatly disappointed her. Hamsal was really nothing like the progressive and colorful human cities that she had read about. Only that at any given moment was some sort of danger waiting to pounce at her around the corners. It was an over all peculiar and terrifying experience. Yet the young elf is not without spirit, at least to a certain extent. She navigated the city as best she could, at the same time careful and observant of any possible danger. But this wasnt enough prevention from muggers, slavers and one time, the Circle as she carelessly made a public display of her magical abilities. Her naivete was mostly to blame for this series of unfortunate encounters.

The days she spent in the city, her luck slowly depletes with it. Though she found work at a local tavern, and is doing a terrible job at it, had somehow helped her get by, but one day things started to turn around when she was given an opportunity for mercenary work. Something that she never really considered before but at that point she gladly went for it.
The promise of adventure hooked her right in, and got rid of her plain tavern job. It was an opportunity she could not miss that she practically threw herself at her employer, but ultimately her abilities proved her to be a well deserved addition to the Oathbreakers.

Aseema has this unquenchable thirst for knowledge. She always has this desire to learn new things and the drive to delve into the unknown and unexplored. Anything new to her is bound to gain her interest, it goes without saying such character is prone to some trouble along the way. She lives by a "what could possibly go wrong" attitude, hence uncaring of the consequences and willingly taking risks whether light or heavy makes no difference to her, all in the sole purpose of learning. Although she says that, when bad decisions came with regrets, it's one thing that will eat her the most. Seen as quiet, uncaring and indifferent, she lights up like forest fire when her interests are a subject, her eyes would glimmer at anything exciting and mostly she has a hard time concealing it. Basically, she's always the first to lose at a game of wicked grace.

Growing up in seclusion from the outside, it's only natural for her to be wary among new people, this did not help her much at the beginning however the time she spent with the group years later had made her got over that. In those ten years, she remarkably matured and grew, and more so understanding the world in both viewpoint and action. Aseema still hung around during those ten years, considering that she has nowhere else to go if she ever did. Sure there are other opportunities to take, and to wander between continents but at the end of the day she finds herself coming back to them, she grew so sentimental that she could never imagine living a life without them, more than she likes to admit.

A decade

Mage | Keeper

Aseema does both offensive and defensive with a preference for long ranged combat, as her obvious lack of physical strength makes her useless in upfront combat unless she's shapeshifting.

Dalish Lore- Has a reasonable amount of knowledge about the Dalish, being born and educated there.

Alchemy- Has a wide range of knowledge with herbs and alchemical healing.

Stealth- Developed from years of keeping away from trouble, she can manage to slip into anything if it calls for desperate measures.

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Keeper Falael - Clan keeper, mentor. The closest father figure she has since her own. A serious and demanding man, yet compassionate and approachable. They had a heated argument because of her own doubts of the clan and keeperhood. She regrets her actions towards her up to this day, and wishing she could go back and be forgiven, only to give her some ease.

Nayara - Mother. The clan's head hunter, one day went missing together with her party. It was believed that they were ambushed or killed by Tevinter slavers while on their hunting. A fun and loving mother to Aseema. One of the fondest memories of she has of her is the lullaby she hums when putting a very young Aseema to sleep, carrying in her arms and the smell and feel of her long dark hair against her cheeks.

Felix - Barman, old boss. The moment Aseema came into the tavern, he instantly figured the girl wasnt from around the city. He almost pitied her, and the moment he realized she seemed like needing some help. Though he may be twice as demanding and hard assed as the keeper, he was kind enough to offer her a job and a place to stay. Aseema would still visit the tavern if she had the time, if only to unwind and have a mug of his good stuff.

Feelings on the other members of the group. To be filled in later.

-Heartwood Staff
-Carving knife

-Primal magic- the manipulation of earth and sky, can be used as both offensive and defensive. Aseema can conjure up a wall of earth or armor for protection against instantaneous attacks, or project lightning towards enemies.
-Shape shifting- When things get up close and personal, she turns into a bear and maul the nearest bad guy. She only knows how to shift into one type of animal.

-Leather Armor
-Short fur cloak
-Leather boots
-Dark hand wraps

-Herbalist kit
-Leather bound journal
-Charcoal pen

-Healing Poultice (3x)
-Healing Potion (2x)
-Lyrium Potion (2x)

-Bundles of freshly picked elfroot
-Waterskin
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-Satchel Bag
-Bandolier

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Wandering Hills, Anderfels

Erinya is of slighty more than average height, with a very slender physique. Her long black hair vastly contrast with her -nowadays- pale skin. She looks completely human despite her partly Elven origin although the angular features of her face can remind someone of an Elf. Her striking blue eyes, almost gray, are her best feature as many have said. All in all, Erinya used to be a beauty you don't meet everyday, especially in the lands she was born in.

However, life hasn't treated her well and that shows. Her face looks pale and gaunt, full of freckles and proof of the hard times she's been facing in both her days and nights. Her vibrant black hair now look sickly and weak and her eyes have lost their spark. Her once slender body now looks fragile, ready to fall to the winter.

But she's strong, she's a survivor, always has been.

Erinya was conceived somewhere in the southern-most parts of the Brecilian Forest, according to Mother's parting letter. Her father,
some random Dalish Elf who fell in love with the witch or as Mother put it "...fell in love because I was something he had never seen before". Her mother, one of the infamous Chasind and quite possibly a witch, she never admitted to it. For some unknown reason of hers, Mother travelled all the way to the arid and barren Anderfels, one of the literally worst places one can live and raise a child in, settled among the Orth tribe of the Wandering Hills and soon after, she gave birth to Erinya right in the middle of summer.

Growing up is hard and growing up in the Anderfels is much, much harder. From the constant threat of Darkspawn, the scarcity of food, scarcity of law, scarcity of life in general to the often deadly weather itself. Erinya was around 8 when her mother made her watch a genlock slaughter an innocent old man before she sent an arrow right between its eyes as it had just noticed them.



She never forgot her words, not really. Eight year old Erinya wasn't shocked nor scared, not even scarred. She understood at that moment, how fair the world is through its unfairness. Some are born to suffer, others to live in pleasure. Some are as important as a bucket with a hole and others make their names echo for all eternity.

The Orth took them both in as their own, they faced no prejudice, ever, thus mother and daughter both considered themselves a part of the tribe. Erinya learned how to use the bow and the dagger, how to hide in plain sight and how to survive without water from them, her body getting much more exercise than she needed since a very young age. They taught her everything they taught their own younglings and even more as was somewhat of a prodigy, her ability with a bow matching that of the tribes's best marksmen. By her 11th birthday, Erinya had already killed a genlock, didn't even blink when she saw the arrow slide right through the opening of it's rusty helmet, she was already preparing another arrow for its also unlucky ally. Soon, she and her mother left the Anderfels and stayed for almost a year in the Korcari Wilds where her mother introduced her to her people, the Chasind, who taught her the ways of the forest and of the tribe. Erinya always had a mind that easily took in new things and this time wasn't different.

They travelled back home, as she felt about the Anders, and once again joined the tribe she had grown with. That also didn't last as Mother disappeared one day, leaving behind only a letter written in Chasind where she wished her luck and gave some information about why she left that Erinya hasn't told anyone.

As the years passed and Erinya was now an adult and a very important part of the tribe, it didn't take long for her to receive various marriage proposals from the tribe's up and coming singles. But ambition burned inside of her and staying in the Wandering Hills for her whole life was never an option. Quietly, without any fuss, she packed and left on one especially hot and humid night. She made her way to the capital, Hossberg, where she met Anteus, a mercenary of the Green Men, a band comprising of the best marksmen in Thedas meant to protect caravans travelling towards the distant port of Leysh through these always dangerous lands. After convincing him that she had the potential to be in the company, she joined them and led the life of a mercenary, through its many ups and downs for three years, until one fateful day a couple of months after her 22nd birthday when they came across a group of Grey Wardens fending off a particularly large band of Darkspawn. Their combined forces saved the day and the caravan with minimal loss of life yet the highlight was Erinya, saving the Senior Warden Taliesin's life by shooting down a bolt headed towards him mid air.

Now, she knew of the Order of the Grey and always held them in high regard but never did she seriously think about joining them.

"It's not a profession, it's a Calling."

the Warden told her before inviting her back to Weisshaupt with him, as a Warden-Recruit.

She was pretty happy with her life but she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't meant to be just a mercenary either. So she said yes and soon enough, the magnificent headquarters of the Order stood in front of her. There were five other recruits alongside her, all hand picked by Taliesin. One of them was Taliesin's son, Feodor, the man she would end up marrying and conceiving a child with, in the night they spent together before their Joining. They were the only ones to survive the Joining and Erinya was now one of the Grey, something which gave her purpose and filled her with the ambition to use her skills for helping the people of the Anderfels.

The next four years of her life were quite possibly her best, she was truly happy. They planned their future with Feodor and for the following months the two Wardens would travel on their own throughout the Anderfels, helping everyone they could while falling deeper and deeper in love with each other, until the effects of pregnancy brought her back to Weisshaupt where she gave birth to a healthy girl, Elleria. They eventually got married and Taliesin took her as his daughter, naming her Ishanni, the name of his long dead wife. She felt that she belonged, this was her little family and she would do everything in her hand to make the world a safer place for her daughter and her husband as well as the people.

Soon enough, Erinya or Ishanni, was well enough to start travelling again, with Elleria being taken care of by her grandfather, Taliesin, since in her own head, while she did miss moments she would never get back, she was certain that the world her daughter would live in, would be safer. This went on for a few months until the couple decided to settle down in the Wandering Hills where rareky Grey Wardens ever set foot due to its remote location and lack of importance, to be frank. The three lived there together, growing and maturing.

No dream lasts forever though.

It was an ordinary call for help like many others but this time, a father of four was possessed and threatening to burn his children alive along with his house. And Erinya just wouldn't allow that to happen.

She used her deathroot extract to enter a deep trance combined with an Elven ritual Feodor knew, certain he would drive the demon back, proud of her skills and prowess regardless of the fact that it was the first time she was entering the Fade. She did manage to drive the demon back and the farmer was safe as well as his kids. So was Feodor.

But she wasn't.

Countless voices starting vying for her attention soon after, her dreams started being plagued by nightmares and soon she even started seeing visions of horrible things. Feodor, worried about her, immediatelly wrote to his father who begun the long trek to the Wandering Hills alongside two Warden mages, certain that Erinya had been possessed.

They weren't fast enough.

They found her soaked in blood, clutching little Elleria's corpse for dear life, Feodor also dead on their bed, his throat slit, whispering incoherent things, crazed. She doesn't really know what happened before or what happeed next, she's certain that she died with them, with her people. She has no clue why she still wakes up despite being dead. On her way to the Circle located in Hossberg in order for her to be kept under the watchful eye of the mages, she escaped and ran, ran as far as her feet could take her and lost track of time. She could have been roaming for months, maybe years, with no recollection of what she did or how she survived.

But she did survive and found herself joining a band of mercenaries, the Oathbreakers, her best bet to avoid anyone asking too many questions or coming across familiar faces. She was an outlaw after all and a particularly dangerous one, at that.

And there has she been until today, fighting and living, day after day, a usually empty husk of a person driven by instinct and some sort of twisted willpower, barely having any memories of anything at all.

Erinya usually isn't someone you can talk to. Aloof and talking to herself or disappearing for hours at a time, speaking in riddles and acting without the least bit of logic.

She rarely ever is herself and those moments are the worst because that's when she remembers. That's when she realizes. That's when it all comes rushing back and she denies herself the pleasure of slitting her own throat or just falling on the first blade she finds drawn against her.


she keeps repeating to herself, gotta earn death.

Only time you can somewhat get a glimpse of just who she was is during battles when her training takes over and her face looks more like the Grey Warden of the Anders who had saved countless lives and less like a complete, Fade-Touched, lunatic.

•5 years, 11 months and 8 days.

Rogue | Ranger

Erinya rarely ever dirties her hands with blood in gruesome melee. Her bow and arrows never failed her and she intends to keep it that way. Being a master ranger makes her always capable of finding a suitable location to oversee the battle and send her arrows flying in order to support her allies first and rain fury on her enemies second.

•Ranger's Boon: Summon Wolf / Bear / Spider.*
•Green Men Represent: One of the best marksmen in Thedas.
•Chasind Survivalist: When in the woods, Erinya is always the hunter, never the hunted. Stealthy, agile and with a knack for ambushes as well as capable of finding everything she needs to survive.
•Fade-Touched: Since she entered the Fade almost eight years ago in order to try and fight a demon who had possessed a single father of four, she hasn't been all there. Visions, voices, vivid dreams, Erinya has been plagued by them.
•Multilingual: Erinya, other than being fluent in Common, can also speak Dalish, Ander as well as Chasind.

•Taliesin Far-Eye: Senior Grey Warden, last known location was the Order's HQ, Weisshaupt Fortress. Taliesin was Fedor's father and the one who conscripted her into the Grey Wardens.
•Mother: Of Chasind origin and almost certainly a witch, Erinya's mother is probably still alive, back in the Korcari Wilds, home of her people.
They haven't been in contact since she left Erinya, right after her 13th birthday.

To be filled in later.

•Ma Vhenan: What can be said for Erinya's bow? Created by one of the greatest woodsmiths among the Dalish, it is made to fit her hands perfectly, a priceless wedding gift from her husband and his family which has served her greatly through the years. Comes with a 21-arrow quiver and the runes inscribed on it carry the motto of the Grey Wardens as well as the Elven name given to Erinya during her wedding.
•1x Generic Steel Dagger
•1x Quiver
•21x Steel Tipped Fine Elven Arrows.

•Warden Scout's Tunic: Despite having deserted the Grey Wardens for her reasons, Erinya still practically lives in her Warden days armor although it's not as clean these days and there's thick leather sewn all over it in order not to give away this part of her past. Too much attention would be fatal as she's still a wanted woman.
•1x Thick Leather Thigh-High Boots
•1x Flax Shirt, 1x Flax Pants
•1x Traveler's Cloak, Dark Green

•1x Bow, String & Arrows Repair and Maintenance Kit*
•1x Needle & Thread
•1x Wolf Whistle
•1x Bear Lure
•1x Spider Lure
•1x Herbalism Kit

•2x Health Potions
•3x Injury Kits

•14x Deep Mushrooms
•1x Waterskin
•4x Crow Poison Vials
•1x Quiet Death Vial
•2x Flasks of Deathroot Extract

•1x Medium Sized Traveller's Backpack.
•2x Vial Pouch

•1x Steel Weathered Grey Warden insignia
•1x Diary
•1x Dirty Ol' Child's Doll
•2x Wedding Rings
•1x Chasind Bone Medallion

Val Royeaux, Orlais

Caius is handsome, just like his parents and knows it too. Standing at 6'4", he is a large man. Caius has a large, athletic build-- designed to sustain injury and give it back. Caius has a deep, husky voice that sounds pleasant on the ears. He has dark brown wavy cut short, but he has decided to let it grow out recently. Caius has several scars on his face, including one in his brow area. The scar has caused a lack of growth in that brow section. That particular scar was given to him in a fight when he was fifteen while dueling his ex- bestfriend, Markus. (Markus is now a wanted man for his involvement in the death of a Knight Commander.) Caius has the slightest bit of a scruff around his jaw, but tries to keep up with daily shaving. His eyes are always something that people can't agree on, what color are they? To him they are silver. Caius has a pair of full lips that are a rosy pink color. His skin is a light olive that easily tans when out for long periods.

Caius was born to the house of Anatolius in the city of Val Royeaux, however, following the death of his father (the late Marquis Jacques Anatolius) he was raised in The Free Marches with his mother's, Lady Atriah Anatolius (nee Trebellia) family. Marquis Anatolius had been out walking the market district when he was assassinated by an unknown woman. Since his uncle became the new Anatolius Marquis, his father's heir was not needed, as his uncle had a plethora of children. Marquis Bayard had already been in the middle of a plot to steal the family title, so Lady Atriah was quickly booted from her role as Marquise. She didn't mind much either, who was a low ranking noble to command such a powerful house?

Instead she focused her efforts on finding a new husband, who would also care for her, now, five year old son. Atriah swiftly remarried a Fereldan merchant by the name of Robert Valluy. They met at social gathering in a mutual friend's home. Caius, still distraught by his father's demise, would act out as a child. Robert saw a troubled boy that needed guidance, of the likes he could not offer, and would send him to the city chantry. Caius become fascinated by the Templar order, they were everything he wanted to be. Caius had run home excitedly after asking a Templar questions about how they joined. He had asked to be sent to the Templar's so he could 'brave like them'. At first Atriah was horrified, her only son going off to the Templars? After coercion on Robert's part, she agreed. Caius was sent to the Templars soon after, beginning him on the rode of valor. He quickly befriended Markus, their bond was much thicker than any blood ties that either had.

Caius soon grew to be a strong man with equally strong beliefs. Though he wanted to up hold the peace, he had a respect for mages. Sure they had magic that could be terrifying, but why was the Chantry so scared? That tremor in the Templar beliefs would ultimately be an undoing of his. At the prime age of twenty- three, Caius allowed himself to fall in love with the one thing they told him to hate. He couldn't help it, she was beautiful. With her long silvery golden curls, rosebud lips and forest green gaze. She was exactly what you'd imagine a saint would act, Wren couldn't help she'd been born with magic. By the time he knew what was happening... it couldn't be helped. Caius prayed day-and-night to end this beautiful nightmare. It didn't, in fact, he only fell in deeper. They agreed to elope and flee to the Tevinter Imperium, where mages had much better rights.

While sneaking out the night of the plan, two Templars' caught her idly casting a flame in her hand while waiting for her lover. Since the orders' views on magic are clear, they would have to put her in a holding cell. After she resisted arrest, the three got into a short lived scuffle. Before she could cast her magic, she was killed. Caius got to their meeting place, expecting his new life to begin. As his silver eyes looked for his green eyed saint, he found her bludgeoned body. Her bell-like laughter, gone. The kindness in her soul, gone. Her goofy grins, gone. He sobbed as he held her cold body. A void in his heart that would never been filled.

At approximately a quarter till two in the morning he rose, his legs tired. Caius brought her body to her family, explaining what happened. Her mother sobbed into her Wren's blood stained curls. Even her father cried silently as he took her small body into his arms. As Caius walked away, he rubbed the cold metal of the golden locket that she gave him. The night that they had last made love, she gave it to him with a simple explanation, "It's a family tradition to give a necklace to your husband... and since we are getting married soon.." His hot tears down his cheeks and his throats sore from his pleas. As he entered the barracks, he spoke to nobody. Markus let his friend cry on his shoulder, staying silent despite knowing he had warned Caius.

As years went on, Wren's blood long gone from his garbs, Caius began to downright distain the order. At times he was without any belief of the Maker, eventually he returned to being Andrastian. Every mission or order, made his distain grow. After the incident with Markus happened, Caius had lost everyone. Instead of moping around, Caius went searching for his childhood friend. When his search for Markus left Caius high and dry, he met the Oathbreakers. After finding them, he has began to find some normalcy in his life. The Oathbreakers are definitely not in their heyday, but Caius won't be leaving anytime soon.

Caius isn't open to the idea of 'soulmates', since Wren was killed. He is extremely intelligent, with a steadfast belief system. He can be hot-headed at times but that rarely occurs; he's been an even tempered since childhood. When you first meet him, one would think that he's a blood thirsty sex machine. Despite common belief and teasing among friends, Caius is very caring by nature and will often lend an ear to his teammates. However, that can only happen once they have befriended him. He is loyal to his new family, and would gladly stand by any of their sides in battle. Caius will sometimes seem blasé, however, he takes his time in studying any out of ordinary characteristics. (One thing to note: he's a borderline alcoholic. Caius has a addictive personality.) He has dogmatic tendencies, but tries his best to be polite. Caius gets very flirtatious (he knows what he wants.)

3 1/2

Warrior | Reaver

Caius is what you'd call a 'tank', he will be in the heat of the battle.

Fighting: Caius is naturally adept at this skill but his years as a Templar have allowed him to hone this skill.
People skills (charming, lying, etc...): Need the pants of a noble? He's your guy! This silver tongue has more uses than one.
Survival: Should the Oathbreakers need sustenance while hiking in a wilderness, Caius was taught what plants are edible by his green-thumbed mother.
Nobility Knowledge: Detailed study of politics, rhetoric, and those who wield them to best effect. (Yes, I took this from Dragon Age wiki.)

Markus Vanegas: Ex bestfriend. Last known location- Hinterlands.
Lady Atriah Valluy (nee Trebellia) : Mother. Last known location- Denerim.
Robert Valluy: Stepfather. Last known location: Denerim.
Marquis Bayard Anatolius: Uncle. Last known location: Orlais.
Lady Ambre Frère (nee Anatolius) : Half sister (father's side.) Last known location- Free marches
Anatolius Family (Noble) : Paternal family. (Possible connections available)
Trebellia Family: Maternal family. (Connections available)

Feelings on the other members of the group. To be filled in later.

X1 Ornate Battle Axe
X1 Chiseled Blade
X1 Balanced Round Shield

Caius is not a mage, keeping it very simple!

X1 Battle master armor (Dark gray)
X2 Simple pants (dark beige color)
X3 Simple shirts (all a vanilla color)
X1 Slightly worn dark brown leather boots

X1 Lute
X1 20 feet of common rope
X1 Book of Chantry verses

X10 health potions
X5 simple health poultices

X10 Curled Dock

X1 Large travelers bag
X1 Large Water skin

X1 Pure gold locket
X1 Ancestral ring of house Anatolius