West Hill, Ferelden

Ethan stands at just over six foot with a lean muscular body. He has dirty blonde hair that is cut relatively short on the back and sides and quite longer on top which is usually kept messy. A small, slightly patchy beard has started to grow on Ethan's face since he's been with the Oathbreakers. People usually consider Ethan to be a good looking young man apart from having a big nose and ears that stick out quite a bit. He has dark green eyes and an easy smile that seems to calm people down.

As the sixth son of Bann Teoric, Ethan was never going to be the Bann of West Hill. Being the youngest member of his siblings with five older brothers and two older sisters, it was hard for Ethan to ever know what he wanted to be. His two oldest brothers, Sam and Ed, had already been fighting in the rebellion before Ethan was even born with the younger of the two dying at just the age of sixteen in battle. After them came Catherine who was married off to the Arl of South Reach. The third oldest son, Rolet, was very intelligent and stayed at West Hill managing the finances of the castle and it's surrounding lands. The twins, Amelia and Ralph, both joined the Chantry as sisters and brothers with the second to last brother, George, becoming a Templar. Teoric was a very religious man and tried to push Ethan into becoming either a Brother of the Chantry or a Templar but the more Teoric pushed the more Ethan resisted, believing that he should have the chance to choose what he wanted.

Growing up in West Hill, Ethan learned everything a Banns son would: History, Geography, Mathematics and Religion. He was capable at everything he learned but none of the subjects really stood out to him. The only thing he really liked doing was practising at swordplay. He mainly fought with a sword in his right hand and an axe in his left. He would fight as a child with his friends from the first thing in the morning until the sun went down. When he started to get older he started to wonder around the castle with his friends, the fortress was rumoured to be haunted as most of it had been abandoned from not having the man power. This started to get him into trouble with his Father as he used to break into all parts of the fortress, certain times he'd get caught by guards who used to take him straight to their Bann.

When he got to seventeen, he started to get bored of his very methodical lifestyle and wanted to do something more than just wondering around West Hill, practising at swordplay and being taught about different aspects of life. It took a whole year for his Father to agree to let him leave and travel the world, the main reason he actually allowed him to leave was the disappointment he felt in his son for not choosing a life devoted to The Maker and Andraste. Because of that reason the two didn't leave on good terms.

For a few weeks before he went off travelling the world, he was taught how to make simple traps and fires in the forests surrounding West Hill, in case he ever needed to stay in the wilderness. He was given weapons and armour from the castle's smith, just to keep him safe and a few weeks after his eighteenth birthday he set off heading towards the capital, Denerim. From there he took a ship to the Free Marches and went to the different cities there and after that was Antiva, then he headed west. By the time he reached Nevarra, he'd already ran out of the money he'd been given. The first city he reached was Hasmal, he found work as a personal guard for a Royal to gain some more money but the job bored him even more than being in West Hill and soon heard about a group called the Oathbreakers situated in Hasmal. It didn't take him long to sign up.

This is probably Ethan's best quality, he can make a friend out of almost anyone. He is easy going, will be cool headed when it’s hectic, amazing at reading situations, has a good sense of humour and it takes a lot for him to get angry. The main downside to Ethan being like this is that he doesn't really take anything serious and usually jokes about serious situations which used to annoy his father and anyone else who had a similar personality to his father. Sometimes he can come across a bit too cocky and arrogant.

Three months

Rogue | Duelist

Ethan will be up close in the battle trying to find the weak spots of the enemy

Family connections: With his father being a Bann of Ferelden, if the need was great he would be able to get men to fight for him.

Skilled swordsman: He has been trained to fight with a blade since he could walk.

Charm: Seems to be able to talk himself out of quite a few situations.

Intelligent: Picks up skills rather quickly.

Friends. Family. Foes.

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

A Veridium Oathkeeper and a Steel Aodh

Steel Scale Armour with a newish olive green and brown overcoat

-Flints and Steel
-Hunting Traps
-Skinning Knife
-Whetstone
-Bedroll
-Basic lock pick

-4x Swift Salves
-3x Health Poultice

-A Water Skin
-Salt beef

-A Medium travellers bag
-A Medium Potions Belt

A necklace with the symbol of the West Hill engraved onto a piece of wood given to him by his sister, Amelia.

Frostback Mountains

Krios stands at around 6ft1 and is of a hefty build, both naturally and as a result of physical fitness. As someone who has spent his entire life fighting either the elements or other living things, he has grown to appreciate the need to keep healthy and thus boasts an impressively toned body. Though even a child can kill a bear if they strike in the right places. His dark brown hair is long and relatively messy, which alongside his grown-out beard gives him a rather bestial appearance. Whilst his hair hides his large rugged jaw and smooths out some of his features, his gloomy ebony eyes give off a ‘don’t fuck with me vibe’. His body has the odd scar here and there, but nothing overally dramatic or noticeable.

Krios was born to Darkhold, an Avvar clan in the Frostback Mountains. He was the eldest of two brothers, his younger brother being Rex. His mother was Tae, the clan’s Shaman, and his father was a warrior named Tuborg.

Growing up Krios was trained how to survive the harsh mountain environment and like most of the boys trained to fight as often as he could. Due to his mother being the Shaman he also witnessed all manner or rituals and magic, but did not seem to have much in the way of magical ability himself (not that he minded). As soon as he was able he began joining the hunting parties and over the years honed his survival instincts and learnt how to fight against wild beasts, rivals/bandits, and the odd darkspawn.

When he was in his late twenties his mother passed, prompting him and his brother to go on a pilgrimage to one of the ranges tallest peaks. They had been told by their mother that it was where the Great Bear Sigfrost (their patron God) sat and that on her passing they should go to him for wisdom. The two travelled for weeks and on many occasions came close to death, be it from malnutrition, the elements or threats. When at last they reached the peak, or what they thought was the right peak, Krios passed out and entered the Fade. Worried for his brother, Rex dragged Krios into a cave and wrapped him in furs before setting off towards what he though was shouting in the distance.

In the fade Krios came face to face with Sigfrost (or at least a being claiming to be Sigfrost) and took the opportunity to challenge him for knowledge. He was successful and was rewarded with mystical energies that he didn’t fully understand. Upon waking he followed his brother’s markings a fair distance, surprised that he had been left alone and unaware of how much time had passed. After about an hour he came across a cave and found signs of battle. To his horror he found a couple of darkspawn corpses and his brother’s bow and quiver.

For days Krios, still fatigued from the pilgramige, desperately tracked the small group of darkspawn down the mountains and into the Korcari Wilds. When he eventually caught up to them he was devastated to find that all that remained of his brother were odd scraps and limbs, that they had been using him to feed their bereskarn. In a bloodlust fuelled rage Krios charged into battle and begun butchering them all. It was only by virtue of his new abilities that he was able to defeat them, and only then barely.

Filled with shame for failing to protect his brother, Krios could not bear to return to his tribe and instead set-off north, eventually finding himself in Fereldan where he resorted to Mercenary work. This is what led him to come into contact with The Oathbreakers

Krios is incredibly practical minded, mostly as a result of his environment. Whilst he is usually rather serious he can, on rare occasions, crack or take a joke. He responds badly to anyone attempting to intimidate him and has no fear of fighting. He is good under-pressure and whilst he likes to take charge of a situation, he will listen to the opinions and suggestions of others. As an Avvar he finds some cultural aspects of ‘regular life’ strange and finds the chantry and its beliefs irritating. He loves large meals, ale and sharing stories. He hates staying in one place for too long and becomes infuriated at the sight of bereskarn.

6 years

Spirit Warrior

Krios tends to fight on the front lines and gets up close and personal with his axe.

Good survivalist able to track and hunt.
Very skilled fighter when using his axe and can use a sword nearly as well.
Can shoot a bow but not too well (he's certainly not an archer, and prefers to use traps when hunting).
Good climber.
Has learnt moderate control over Beyond the Veil and Soulbrand, but is fatigued more as a result of using them. He continues to practice the use of spirit warrior techniques in his own time.
He cannot swim.

His father Tuborg - “I’ve not seen my old man since I left the tribe nearly a decade ago. He probably thinks I died along with my brother – and truth be told, it’s probably better that way.”

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

1 waraxe – veridium
1 medium-sized round shield -
His brother’s yew bow and quiver

Mages only. Keep it reasonable

Wears a mix of studded leather armour and fur. He wears a massive hooded fur cloak over this. His axe sits holstered on his belt, his quiver on his thigh and his bow on his back (which is awkward to remove whilst wearing his cloak. Of course, he has to dress down when in a warmer climate.

1 water flask
1 drinking horn
Flint and steel for fire starting

1 roll of bandages

4 dried strips of beef
1 piece of salted pork
1 small loaf of bread, torn into smaller scraps

Caries two small pouches that hang together on the back left of his waist, and are usually hidden by his cloak.

1 small wooden figurine

Orzammar Merchant District

Garlenn is fairly large for a Dwarf, with broad shoulders that frame his trim body. He might still be short by human standards, his eyes level just above their belly button. However, he is nearly a head taller than most Dwarves, with the rugged and muscled body proportions to match. His skin is leathery and scarred in various places, particularly along his apeish arms (Not to mention the ritualistic tattoos of the Legion). If his body didn't tip you off how nasty of a piece of work he his, Garlenn's constant shit eating grin will be the nail in the coffin. His thick head is covered in a truly massive amount of blonde hair, both atop and on his chin, both similarly braided as well.

Born as a casteless Dwarf who grew up in poverty, Garlenn's parents had shamed themselves and had lost their positions as merchants, leaving him in squalor. When he was eight, they decided to flee to the surface to garner a better life for themselves, but traveling through the Deep Roads, Garlenn wandered off and became lost due to an inherent curiosity. Unfortunately, this led to his losing his parents and only finding Orzammar again through sheer luck, essentially leaving him stranded and thought dead by his mother and father.

With no one to take care of him, the Casteless youngster had to fight for every scrap of food or shelter he could get his hands on from an early age, even going so far as to committing murder by the age of sixteen over a lost cache of food. He'd never forget the wet blood on his hands, and the feeling of disgust that it brought him. Worst come to worst...he was a Dwarf. To kill one of his fellow stone dwellers shook him. He needed an out, but he did not know how to get to the surface world.

At first he left the Casteless sections, stealing, exploring the deep roads for abandoned valuable, and trying his hand at dealing under the table with merchants. It was profitable for a time, but after a few years, he felt he was digging himself into a debt hole. Stone curse it, he couldn't maintain such a lifestyle, and on a whim one drunken night, he knew what he was to do.

Garlenn joined the Legion of the Dead, and he and his fellows fought for every inch of ground to regain useage of the Deep Roads. Garlenn was among the most feircesome of fighters in the Legion. For despite his underhanded nature, he found he did value his race and homeland. What's more, Garlenn felt he had a real knack with handling weapons and throwing his weight around in a fight, being far quicker than most would expect as well.

He fought and bled for his people within the Deep Roads, almost seeing it as a way to atone for his criminal acts. Large Darkspawn incursions and pockets of nameless beasts of the deep died by his axe, and the axes of his fellows. He spent nearly a decade in the Deep, and kept it up until there was nary any Dwarves left in his particular group save he and three others after a particularly large and bloody campaign. The Darkspawn in that attack was truly overwhelming, and as he saw an Ogre tear apart one of his dearest friends, he had an epiphany.

When he found out that his luck had him survive, he realized that no one but he would drink to his friend's death. No one would care if he was slain. Yes, that was apart of the responsibility of the Legion, but it was not individual glory he sought. He sought for he and his fellows to be acknowledged at all. Instead they were treated as already deceased. He had felt looked down upon his entire life, and after having served his nation, and seeing what he had seen...now that his pent up energy and anger had been expended in blood lust, he saw it clearly.

Well fuck that. The stone take them all! He'd rather the surface world instead, and since he knew how to traverse the Deep Roads now, so he went, becoming a deserter. He made his way to the surface, and decided to make his living as a mercenary and informant, traveling across Ferelden and Orlais, killing bandits, beasts, and all manner of enemies, finding the Oathbreakers and becoming the resident Darkspawn expert.

Those not used to the dark aspects of the world might consider Garlenn reprehensible. But to those who've seen the horrors of war and poverty, he's a fine companion and even amusing in his own way. Garlenn is boisterous and quick witted, always ready for a physical or verbal scrap. Killing and stealing is a profitable business for this savvy minded son-of-the-stone, and he does sometimes take pleasure in it, admittedly. However he isn't malevolent, per say. There aren't many cruel acts he commits out of sheer hatred. 'Nothing personal' he'll say. Indeed, the foes he most enjoys slaying are Darkspawn.

4 Bloody Years

Warrior

Garlenn will either be on the front lines reaping havoc with his Axe, or behind enemy lines to slit a few throats and break a few necks...before reaping havoc with his Axe.

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

• 6 Lockpicks
• 12 Caultrops
• Grappling hook and 35 ft of rope.
• utility belt

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